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Chapter 186: The Golden Fever

Penulis: R.J. Sterling
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-01 00:15:03

The gold wasn’t a color; it was a weight that felt like the entire mountain range had been poured directly into my bone marrow.

I stood on the command bridge of Rebirth City, staring at my left arm. The translucent quartz was gone. The waxy, necrotic gray was a memory. In its place was a limb made of solid, unyielding, burnished gold. It didn't feel like flesh, and it didn't feel like stone. It felt like a loaded weapon attached to my shoulder—a heavy, silent decree of a sovereignty I

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