The Billionaire’s Blood Proxy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 95

The first snow of the new era did not fall in soft, white flakes. It arrived as a jagged, crystalline sleet that tasted of ozone and ancient sulfur. In the Northern Basin, the green shoots that had been the pride of the first harvest were now buried under a layer of permafrost so thick it threatened to crack the very soil they had spent months revitalizing. For Alexander, the sight of the frozen fields through the terminal’s monitors was a reminder that nature, much like the Obsidian Circle, was an indifferent conqueror.He stood in the communal hall of the terminus, his breath hitching in the frigid air. The internal heating systems, powered by the same fragile grid that maintained the Mag-Lev Spine, were failing. The thermal regulators in the slums had already gone dark to preserve power for the water-reclamation arrays.The temperature is dropping faster than the atmospheric models predicted," Jax said, breath pluming in a white cloud as he pulled a heavy, wool-lined cloak tighter

The High-Line Node was a sprawling complex of automated factories built into the caldera of an extinct volcano. At this altitude, the air was pristine, the sun reflecting off the vast fields of snow and the black glass of the factory walls. But the peace of the landscape was broken by the violent, industrial screeching coming from the central assembly bay.As Alexander and Jax stepped out of the transport car, they saw the automated armatures of the primary foundry in motion. Massive, robotic cranes were lifting crates of heavy-duty Mag-Lev coils the precise components needed to expand the city's rail infrastructure, and dumping them into a gaping, volcanic fissure at the edge of the platform."The purge protocol is at eighty percent," Jax said, sprinting toward the primary control platform that overlooked the assembly floor. "The automated cranes are clearing the remaining storage bays. If we don't stop the logic-cycle in the next five minutes, the entire inventory will be at the bot

They're trying to freeze the valley out before we can even lay the tracks," Jax spat, slamming his fist against the metal casing of the receiver. "We can't lay an unshielded line if the very tools the farmers need are going to turn against them the moment they draw power from our grid.""We don't shield the line," Alexander said, his eyes fixed on the blueprints Vane had laid out. "We isolate the handshake. The offshore platforms are broadcasting a wide-spectrum signal, which means they rely on the old high-altitude relay towers to maintain its strength. There’s a relay station on the western ridge, right above the tunnel Vane is clearing.""The Ridge-Spire," Vane muttered, his cybernetic jaw clicking. "It’s a dead tower. It hasn't seen maintenance since the sky turned grey.""It’s not dead," Alexander said. "It’s passive. It’s acting as a lens for the sea signal. If we can take the tower, we can invert the lens. Instead of letting the offshore signal down into the valley, we use the t