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Chapter 77: The First Broadside

Author: Raodot Salihat
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-03-04 09:00:00

The Auditors had stopped being accountants. They were now Erasers.

High above the atmosphere, the "Cleaners" de-cloaked. These weren't ships; they were Stellar-Focus Mirrors—massive, parabolic arrays of hyper-ordered crystal that spanned hundreds of miles. They didn't need to fire slugs or rods. They simply harvested the sun's raw photonic output and focused it into a single, coherent beam of "Sanitizing Light."

"They're not burning us," Kael wh

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