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Chapter 198: The Sovereign Ledger

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The Rebirth Corporate Tower didn’t just stand; it pierced the bruised Northern sky like a silver needle threaded with the souls of the discarded.

As the armored APC skidded to a halt at the base of the spire, the scent of the city hit my nostrils—not woodsmoke or fur, but the clinical, airless smell of high-frequency servers and the ozone-sting of a thousand defensive wards. This was my empire. My bunker. My grave if the math didn't hold.

Ga-chi. Ga-chi.

The grin

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