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Chapter 355: The Poison Pill Protocol

Author: Fuyingwen
last update publish date: 2026-03-18 08:15:16

The silence in the cosmic boardroom was absolute, heavy with the terrifying weight of a shifting paradigm. Jack Sterling stood at the head of the crescent shaped table forged from solidified time, his dark gold eyes burning with the unquestionable authority of the universe's ultimate proprietor. He had just slapped the Genesis Coin down on the marble, claiming the Chairman's seat.

The Chairman, a shifting silhouette of starlight and infinite void, stared at the terrestrial werewolf who h
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