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It was as if the livestream had been silenced. For two whole seconds, the screen was completely blank. Then, the comments began to flood in. Someone even sent a row of question marks. "Wait a second. Are my ears playing tricks on me? Did he say that he's not going to help her?" "What did you say, Connor? Why aren't you willing to help her?" "Did the livestream glitch? Can you repeat yourself, Connor?" "That's impossible. It's been three years since he started helping people, but it's the first time he's ever rejected someone."

Kara was running a final diagnostic on her neural-halo, her eyes reflecting the scrolling green code from her datapad. "Server is locked tight," Kara reported, her voice hushed but thrumming with adrenaline. "Elias wasn't kidding. There are zero spectator slots. No broadcast streams. No public chat channels. We are entirely ghosted from the main Aegis network. It's just us and the game engine." "Good," Leo grunted, sliding his heavy visor down. "Less lag. More frames. Let's go get rich." Ren climbed into the central pod. The liquid-gel contoured to his spine, a comforting, icy embrace. He pulled the heavily modified Aegis-Pro helmet over his head, the pressurized seals locking with a definit

Five years after my younger brother Luca and my fiancée Elena were killed in an ambush, I arranged my own burial at sea. I was pressing the engraved nameplate onto my custom urn when my father, Don Salvatore Leo, walked into the room with a cigar between his lips. "Antonio, you don't need to go to the docks to mourn them this year. They're not dead." My fingers went white around the nameplate. Then the hidden door in the safe room opened from the inside. Luca walked out with Elena in his arms, casually spinning the emerald ring I had once given her around his finger. "I won the bet," he said, lazy about it. "I told you we could live right next door to him for five years and he'd never