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The magnet storm intensified on the fourth day. Every piece of metal in the city was stuck together. The roads were covered in warped metal blocks. Broken steel bars protruded from the walls of many buildings. Barely anyone spoke in the group chat anymore. Most of the messages were notifications from the system. "Connor Edwards has been eliminated. "Sonya Larkman has been eliminated. "William Green has been eliminated." There were only 25 survivors left in the game. Half of the players had perished.

Miko giggled. “That is true, I do also enjoy being completely free,” she said. “Okay, next one. PityTheCool asks ‘There are Tetragrammaton Technology respawn stations, right? So can you respawn or not? If so, why not go all out in everything you all do? I mean, who cares if you die? You have infinite lives!’” “That’s a really good one,” said Eva. “Yes and no. There’s corporations out there who focus on medical clone technology, just like TT. They replace lost limbs, organs, that sorta stuff.”

“We don’t have a choice. Stop wasting time, and let’s go inside.” Supporting him by the arm, I slowly walked toward the building. With every step forward, the cold around us became sharper. … At the same time, in a dimension unknown to the players, the livestream chat was already exploding. “No way. Are they all newbies? This is an S-rank dungeon! Nobody’s ever made it out alive!” “Say a prayer for these players. They’re definitely getting wiped out.” “The boss in this dungeon is insanely twisted. The last group of players would rather commit suicide than die by his hands.”

"During this period, if they can't stand us fighting back, then they'll give up on controlling the numbers, letting the death toll reach a hundred and twenty, so the slaughter game will end. If we kill enough of them, the number might reach a hundred and twenty as well, and the game will end, signifying we've achieved our goal. "Even though everyone's furious at the warriors from the second-grade worlds, you have to remember one thing: everything we're doing now is for the sake of leaving this isolated space so we won't be tortured and killed by then. As long as we're alive, there's still a chance for anything. Don't just focus on killing, and don't ignore your life." As long as enough peopl

“I’m sorry. What is going on?” “People are dying from the curse. I’ve tried to find a way to end it, but I haven’t been successful," I say, resting my palms against the surface of the bar. The deaths are so bad, this bar is entirely empty except for Carran and I, and the bartender looks reluctant to come take our order. That suits me just fine, because it's not as if I can drink right now. “Yes. People are dying very quickly," Carran mutters, rolling his shoulders, tense from this situation.

All of it had been only pieces of the true puzzle, the unassembled parts of Killswitch. Was Terminus just another name for Killswitch? I didn't understand. Everything was going wrong. With our forces pinned on the ramps of Frostpoint, Draco was free to use Killswitch indiscriminately. Worse, I knew next to nothing of the weapon's range or capability-was Draco able to wipe our entire militia out in one shot? Trapped or not, I had to warn them. I fumbled with my earpiece, activating the comms. "Hello?" I shouted. "Taewi! Alyx! Kedrick! Can anyone hear me?"

A wave of dark gravity effortlessly swatted the fifty-ton mech and the Kroltan queen away like insects, sending them crashing into the hull of The Sovereign. Harper screamed in agony. The white light was tearing through her uniform, drawn toward the Void Sovereign's outstretched hand. "The Vanguard Imprint returns to the source," the fallen god declared. "And you, mortal, will die in the dark." Under the crushing weight of a neutron star, listening to the agonizing screams of his wife, the last remaining thread of Sebastian Sterling’s humanity simply... snapped. The slate-grey color of his right eye vanished forever. Thump-Thump.

"The Directorate’s 'Kill-Switch.' It’s embedded in the DNA of the seeds themselves. Harlan wasn't lying. They can trigger a cellular collapse from orbit. They’ve turned our miracle into a ticking clock." Leo looked at the Core, the brilliant, pulsing heart of his world. He thought about the "Obsidian Tax",the slow, cold slavery of a corporate debt that would never be paid. "We aren't paying the tax, Sophia," Leo said, his hand tightening on the jagged steel at his belt. "Then we die, Leo! In twenty-four hours, the city turns to ash!"

“I have a deal” she swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. I tilted my head, intrigued. “Go on.” her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “The Matrix is falling apart. Dante’s death, the failed deals, the mounting pressure from law enforcement—it’s all crumbling. And when it does, I don’t want to be caught in the rubble. I want out.” My gaze sharpened. “Out? What are you saying?”

I lift my gaze to the sky and let my power stretch, tasting the distant panic of cities realizing their wards are gone, their gods silent, their prayers unanswered. “No more anchors,” I whisper. “No more bonds.” Only endings. The game is almost over. And this time— Everyone dies.