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The lights didn't come on, but the server racks began to glow with a soft, pulsing blue light. "The air," I gasped, as the ventilation fans kicked in with a wheeze. "You did it," Nevan said, his voice full of a rare, naked awe. But the Sovereign wasn't just giving us air. It was projecting a message. On the black glass walls of the vault, images began to flicker—thousands of them. Photographs, bank records, confession tapes. The hidden history of the O’Shea and Lane families. And then, I saw it. A video file labeled Project Chrysalis.

he asked me. I nodded my head. "Let us proceed." I followed him when he began walking. We exited his office and made our way to the room where the livestream were performing. When we arrived, I immediately returned to the stage from which I had just emerged, while Adrastos returned to his old location and began putting up the set for the live performance. It is now again possible to see via the cameras, and the livestream is once again underway. Adrastos snatched up the microphone off the mic stand and put it in his lips. "Greetings, live viewers! We're returning to pass judgment on our Suicider's crime tonight!" he said, his infuriating smirk reappearing on his lips.

I had died for a year and was pushed to cross the River of Souls 99,999 times, but I could not do so as no one had given me a proper burial. The netherworld forced me to return to the mortal world for 48 hours to find someone to bury me, or my soul would vanish after 48 hours. They even started a livestream to make some income for themselves. On the first day of my return, my ex-girlfriend and the real heir of the family who hated me were about to get married. Netizens predicted that I would be malicious enough to crash the wedding for revenge, but all I did was sit in a small restaurant and order myself a delicious burger. While waiting for my food, the first sentence I said to the cam

"Is this some fantasy story turned into a morality drama? My grandma would love this kind of soap opera." "Why isn't the streamer saying anything?" "I'm here at the scene. The streamer is laughing so hard, I think they might pass out." "Hey, remember when Dr. Dahmer's mother-in-law bribed the hospital director? Could this whole scene be staged to cover that up?" Spotting that comment, I realized I hadn't shared Michelle's evidence yet. I immediately uploaded the video. In it, Michelle bragged nonstop about her "accomplishments". The intern filming her captured every detail—who she had pulled strings with, how much money she had given, and how she openly claimed she could manipulate any hospi

Chapter 101: The Full Backstory The live stream’s aftermath felt like a bomb had gone off in our lives. My phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. News alerts kept pushing notifications about “Damien Cross Murder Scandal” and “Kira Holt’s Alleged Cover-Up.” Damien paced the living room like a caged predator while Marcus worked frantically at the dining table, multiple screens glowing around him. I stood by the windows, arms wrapped around myself, watching the city wake up under a gray dawn. The USB’s twisted “evidence” had been designed to wound. But the real wound was watching Damien’s face as the world tore into him again.