Common Sense Hijack System-Chapter 110 - Winter

The snow had been falling relentlessly for over a week. The world seemed frozen in time, buried under a thickening, heavier layer of white each day. The streets had turned into death traps, where cars attempting to pass were either buried or slipped into hidden ravines concealed beneath the snow.

City lights dimmed one by one. Rolling blackouts became routine, and news of riots at aid distribution centers began flooding the media. Humanity slowly regressed to its primal instinct: survival at any cost.

Inside Karl’s small apartment, the electric heater struggled to keep up. Most of their resources were spent on maintaining the room’s warmth. Layla sat on a small sofa, wrapped in a thick blanket until only her face was visible. Her lips were pale, and her breaths were short and weak.

Karl crouched in front of her, his face filled with worry.

"Layla... you’ve got a fever again. This cold... your body can’t handle it."

Layla tried to smile, but what appeared was only an expression of exhaustion and resignation. "I’ll be fine, Karl. Don’t worry about me..."

Karl clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. He knew this wasn’t just an ordinary fever. The world outside was slowly killing them both.

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Noctis Blood

A few weeks ago, when Valencia took Karl to a secret training facility, Karl had one thought: Valencia was a Noctis, a descendant of beings whose blood possessed extraordinary regenerative and endurance powers.

"Valencia, can I ask you for something?" Karl had asked then, his voice serious.

Valencia’s sharp gaze fixed on him. "What do you want, Karl?"

"Your blood. Just a little. I know Noctis blood can heal wounds and grant immense resilience. I have a feeling I’ll need it someday."

Valencia was silent for a moment, her expression unreadable. But finally, she pulled a small vial from her long coat pocket. With a swift motion, she made a small cut on her palm, letting a few milliliters of thick black blood drip into the glass vial.

"Don’t waste this, Karl. My blood isn’t some magical potion, but it’ll help you when you’re at your lowest."

Karl stored the small vial in a special pouch, realizing how precious the black liquid in his hands truly was.

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Back to the Apartment

Karl stood up from the sofa and walked toward a small cabinet in the corner of the room. He opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a glass vial containing a shimmering black liquid faintly glowing under the dim light.

Layla looked at the vial, confused. "What’s that, Karl...?"

Karl sat back down beside her. "This is Valencia’s blood. Noctis blood. It can help you survive, Layla. But... I don’t know what effect it’ll have on you."

Layla fell silent. Her weak eyes glimmered faintly with a mix of fear and hope.

"If it can keep me alive... then I’ll drink it, Karl."

Carefully, Karl opened the vial. A strange, metallic scent filled the air. He poured a few drops into the cap of the vial and brought it to Layla’s lips.

"Drink slowly."

Layla sipped the black liquid carefully, grimacing as the strong metallic taste touched her tongue. Karl held her hand tightly, ensuring she was okay.

Several tense minutes passed in silence. Layla closed her eyes, her breathing growing steadier, and color slowly returned to her cheeks. Karl noticed faint veins on her neck glowing blue for a brief moment before fading away.

Layla opened her eyes again. This time, a spark of life was there where there had been only dullness before.

"I... feel better, Karl."

Karl let out a relieved breath and pulled her close, resting his head against her chest. "You’re going to be okay, Layla. I promise."

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Valencia with Karl’s Family

Meanwhile, far away in a secluded town beyond the reach of the snowstorm, Valencia stood in front of a large window in a warm and cozy house.

Behind her, Karl’s mother was preparing warm tea, while his younger sibling played by the fireplace with a small wooden doll.

Valencia closed her eyes briefly. As a Noctis, she rarely felt this kind of peace. But her duty wasn’t finished yet.

She had brought Karl’s family to this place before the chaos began, ensuring their safety from the storm ravaging the city.

A tall and authoritative man entered the room—Karl’s father. "Valencia, are you sure Karl and Layla are okay out there?"

Valencia met his gaze sharply. "Karl is strong. He’s prepared for this. And I trust him. But we must be ready if things get worse."

Karl’s father nodded slowly. Outside, the snow was falling more gently over the small town, but the sky remained filled with swirling auroras—elegant yet terrifying.

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Karl and Layla: Hope Amid the Snow

In the now warmer apartment, Karl sat on the floor with Layla. They shared one large blanket, while beside them, a small portable stove flickered softly.

Layla looked at Karl with a faint smile on her face. "I feel stronger now, Karl. Whatever happens... I’ll stay by your side."

Karl nodded, his eyes reflecting unwavering determination. "We’ll survive, Layla. No matter how bad things get out there."

Outside the window, the snowstorm raged once again. The world was slowly freezing over, but inside that tiny apartment, two people endured. They knew the journey ahead would be harder and more dangerous, but they had each other—and for tonight, that was enough.

In the distance, the sound of cracking ice echoed throughout the city, like the world itself was groaning softly on the verge of collapse.

Karl sat at the edge of the bed with his phone in his hand, the screen displaying the dark interface of Glowsphere, the social media platform that now dominated the digital world. This platform wasn’t just an app; it was a tool subtly poisoning the minds of the younger generation with dangerous trends, hidden propaganda, and inverted moral standards.

Yet, amidst all of it, one name kept surfacing in his mind: Neosia.

Karl scrolled down, searching for scraps of information buried under meaningless posts and manipulative content. Neosia, a small nation that appeared perfect on the surface, was known as the hub of global technology and innovation. Modern buildings, advanced infrastructure, and a society seemingly living in harmony. But beneath all of it, Karl knew—Neosia wasn’t as beautiful as it seemed.

"Neosia... the place where it all began," Karl muttered as he closed his eyes.

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Neosia: A Small Nation with Big Ambitions

Neosia was a small country located on an isolated archipelago in the Southern Ocean. Over the past few decades, it had grown into a global tech hub, attracting multinational corporations and the world’s top scientists.

But Neosia’s success wasn’t just due to technology or effective leadership. Behind the scenes, they had an ambitious project: Glowsphere.

Initially marketed as a platform for global connection and idea-sharing, Glowsphere quickly grew into an unstoppable force—dictating trends, manipulating public opinion, and controlling the flow of information worldwide.

But Glowsphere’s true purpose wasn’t to connect people. It was a tool designed to weaken the younger generation.

Through advanced algorithms and manipulative psychology, Glowsphere instilled dangerous ideas: laziness was freedom, responsibility was a burden, and morality was a choice, not a principle.

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Karl remembered something he wasn’t supposed to—a faint shadow of a future once lived. A timeline he had walked before, now erased and replaced by this new reality. fгeewebnovёl.com

Karl sat in the corner of his apartment, staring into nothingness. The faint glow from the portable stove cast flickering shadows across his tired face. His mind wandered back—to a time when he was consumed by the darkest parts of himself. A time when power and opportunity blinded his conscience, and he treated people like pawns on his personal chessboard.

Faint faces floated through his memory—women he had manipulated, women he had forced to bend to his will. The memories crept in like a thick fog, clawing at something deep inside him, something he thought he had buried long ago. Karl shook his head violently, trying to dispel the thoughts.

"No... I’m not that person anymore. I’m not him."

But one name surfaced in his mind, clear and sharp: Jane. His former manager. A stubborn woman with sharp eyes and an even sharper tongue. Back then, Karl had used his position to force her into doing things—things he now felt sick even thinking about.

Yet beneath the guilt, there was another sensation—a spark crawling under his skin, slow and searing through every nerve in his body. He clenched his fists, his nails digging painfully into his palms.

The silence in the apartment was suddenly broken by the vibrating hum of his phone on the small table beside him. Its dim light illuminated his pale face, reflecting off his wide eyes.

Karl reached for the phone with trembling hands. His breath hitched in his throat as he saw the name on the screen:

Jane.