The pine and frost scent hit me like a physical blow, a phantom memory so sharp it made my teeth ache. I spun, heart hammering against my ribs, but the white void was empty. Just me, the lingering echo of a forgotten Alpha, and the System’s silent, mocking presence.“Screw this,” I muttered, the words a low growl in the sterile air. “Screw you, screw the game, screw my traitorous family, and screw this goddamn amnesia.”I ranted for a solid thirty seconds, a stream of creative, venomous curses that did absolutely nothing. Finally, I sank down, cross-legged on the non-floor. “Okay. Rant over. Time to think.”The anger was a cold, hard stone in my gut, but it was familiar. My so-called luck had run out the moment I woke up in that alley with no memory. The game wanted me dead. Fine. I’d just have to kill it first. My life was the only chip I had left to bet, and I was all in.I waited for the System to spit me out. I had a family to visit. A reckoning to deliver. In this world, you neve
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