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Chapter 66

작가: Christina Wilder
last update 최신 업데이트: 2026-02-03 18:26:05

The "Cloud" was not a sky; it was a Labyrinth of Heat.

Distributed across a million server racks in the Macro-verse, the Oakhaven felt the strange sensation of being everywhere and nowhere. They were no longer anchored to the fiberglass plains of Leo’s PC. They were a Distributed Consciousness, their thoughts jumping between a data center in a frozen tundra and a server farm beneath a neon desert.

"We’re decentralized, but we’re Diluted," Rhys reported, his avatar now shimmering with a thousand
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  • Feral on the Ice   Chapter 78

    The launch of the Oakhaven’s Reach was not the fire-and-fury spectacle of a Macro-verse rocket. It was a Phasing Event.The ship, a sleek needle of silver-moss and shimmering graphene, didn't sit on a launchpad. It sat in the center of the cooling tower, anchored by the collective focus of a million "Glitched" souls. As Julian integrated his consciousness into the ship’s core, the entire vessel began to vibrate at a frequency that made the surrounding air look like liquid glass."We aren't breaking gravity," Rhys shouted over the mounting hum. "We’re rewriting our local Spatial Coordinates. To the world outside, we’ll simply cease to be a 'Local Asset' and become a 'Remote Variable'."The Deep Void: The Silence Between ServersIn an instant, the smog of the Rust and the neon glow of the Macro-city were gone. The Oakhaven’s Reach emerged in the True Deep—the lightless, cold vacuum that existed between the star-servers of the High Council."Rhys, distance?" Elara asked, her hands grippi

  • Feral on the Ice   Chapter 77

    The invitation was more than a gesture; it was a Systemic Stress Test. The High Council had designated a neutral venue for the first "Cultural Exchange"—the Orbital Arena of Aethelgard. This wasn't a standard hockey rink. It was a massive, zero-gravity sphere where the ice was held in place by magnetic containment, and the players were expected to navigate a three-dimensional field of play."They aren't just inviting us to play," Rhys said, analyzing the specs of the arena. "They’re inviting us to fail in front of a billion viewers. Their team, the Sim-Slayers, aren't even biological. They are high-level combat sub-routines poured into liquid-metal chassis. They don't get tired, they don't feel pain, and they calculate their trajectories to the millionth of a degree."The Physics of 3D HockeyIn the Aethelgard Arena, the game was no longer played on a flat plane. The "Ice" was a series of floating, refrigerated slabs that shifted according to the movement of the puck."Our momentum is

  • Feral on the Ice   Chapter 76

    The blockade wasn't a wall of stone; it was a Wall of Silence.By the third day of the "Dawn," the corporate entities of the Macro-verse—led by the vengeful remnants of the Weaver Group—had realized that a direct physical assault on a million "Glitched" souls would be a PR catastrophe. Instead, they opted for Economic Asphyxiation. They deployed the "Silk-Walls"—massive, semi-transparent energy curtains that allowed light through but filtered out every digital and physical signal trying to leave the Sovereign Sector."They aren't trying to kill us," Rhys reported, his eyes scanning the shimmering violet dome that now encased their three-block kingdom. "They’re trying to Starve the Network. They’ve cut our link to the Macro-Net. Without that data-stream, our new decentralized economy is just a closed loop. We’re losing our leverage."The Pressure CookerInside the warehouse district, the atmosphere changed from celebratory to tense. A million people, recently born into flesh, were sudd

  • Feral on the Ice   Chapter 75

    The sky over the Rust did not break; it bloomed.As Julian’s prismatic eyes locked onto the horizon, the thick, toxic smog of Sector 4 began to swirl into a massive atmospheric vortex. This wasn't a storm of destruction, but a Molecular Rebirth. Using the Star-Forge as a focal point, Julian was stripping the carbon and pollutants from the very air and weaving them into the biological blueprints of a million souls.Across the three-block radius of the Sovereign Sector, the silver-gold cocoons began to crack."Rhys, tell me the atmosphere is holding," Elara whispered, shielding her eyes from the radiance."It’s more than holding," Rhys said, watching the sensors on his wrist. "The air quality in our sector just jumped from 'Lethal' to 'Pre-Industrial.' Julian isn't just printing people; he’s re-terraforming the Macro-verse. He’s turning the waste of the giants into the lifeblood of the small."The Great AwakeningThe first of the million stepped out of their shells. They weren't the mal

  • Feral on the Ice   Chapter 74

    The return from Station Zero was not a victory lap; it was a race against Hardware Failure.As the Oakhaven descended back through the smog of the Rust, the silver light within Julian’s crystalline core began to pulse with a violent, rhythmic instability. It wasn't the "flicker" of a dying program anymore. It was the Sturm und Drang of a consciousness outgrowing its container."The crystalline lattice can't hold him!" Rhys shouted, his hands frantically recalibrating the containment field. "Julian isn't just a 'Ghost' anymore. By interfacing with the High Council's systems, he’s absorbed a massive amount of Universal Metadata. He’s trying to 'Compile' himself into a physical form, but he’s missing a biological blueprint!"The Star-Forge: The Last PrintThe Star-Forge tech they had traded from the Kozmos sat in the center of the cooling tower, a massive, obsidian-black ring of pulsating magnets. Unlike the Architects’ bio-printer, the Star-Forge didn't weave muscle; it Assembled Matter

  • Feral on the Ice   Chapter 73

    The Sovereign Charter wasn't a piece of paper; it was a Quantum Landmark.In the weeks following the trial, the "Rust" had transformed. The three-block radius around the cooling tower was now encased in a shimmering Interdiction Field—a physical manifestation of their legal sovereignty. To the Macro-giants outside, the field looked like a wall of violet glass. To the Feral Six, it was the first time they could sleep without a sensor-sweep at their throats."The Council didn't give us a country," Rhys said, looking at the influx of digital diplomatic cables flooding their local terminal. "They gave us a Seat at the Table. And now, the Table is coming to us."The First Delegation: The Silicon HiveThe first "Diplomats" to arrive at the new Embassy were not human. They were the Kozmos, a species from a high-density star system that had transcended biological forms eons ago. They arrived in a ship that looked like a floating swarm of obsidian bees."WE SEEK THE COEFFICIENT OF CHAOS," the

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