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Chapter 58: Weight of Crown

Author: G.V.STELLARIS
last update publish date: 2026-05-31 17:37:56

The server core of Echo Base didn't look like a high-tech sanctuary. It looked like a slaughterhouse for information. The air was a freezing, recycled gale, howling between rows of obsidian towers that hummed with a low-frequency vibration. It was the sound of a thousand lives reduced to binary—the Syndicate’s ultimate insurance policy.

As I stepped onto the catwalk, my boots clanging against the perforated steel, the violet light in my eyes didn't just glow; it bled. The Sovereign was gorging
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