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Chapter 169: The Price of the Genesis
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2026-02-07 09:03:01The "Total Deletion" of the Deep Web was not a sudden explosion; it was a "Bleaching" of the soul. As the Merchant-Moderator unleashed its "Formatting Frequency," the vibrant, violet-gold lilies of Kaelen’s "Crystalline Garden" began to fade into a flat, scentless grey. The mercury-sea turned into a solid, white-glass floor, and the "Failed Protagonists" unwove into streams of "Neutralized Code."
Silas and Lyra stood in the center of the dissolution, their gold-and-sapphire and viole
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