All Chapters of Game of the Streets: Chapter 21
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Fractured Freedom
Jace Varn hit the rubble-strewn street hard, the escape pod's crash jolting his bones like a bad landing from a rooftop chase. Level 8 power coursed through him, HP steady at 360 despite the dents, chip mastery perk turning the System from cage to toolkit but the sky-tower's collapse lit the night like a bonfire. Chunks of glass and steel rained down, smashing into the slums below, while New Cascadia howled in full blackout panic. No more glowing holo-ads, no drone hum, just screams, fires, and the crackle of shorted implants. The core was toast, Architects' AI heart shattered, but freedom? It tasted like ash and blood.Lena groaned beside him, leg twisted badly from the elite's crush, shock rifle smoking in her grip. "We... we fucking did it, Varn." Her voice cracked, pain mixing with that fierce grin. Milo scrambled from his own pod crash nearby, cyber-eye fritzing static, yelling over the chaos. "Core's dead! Feeds gone, players dropping like flies, quests wiped!"Jace staggered up
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Shard Storm
Jace Varn trudged through the bay's muddy outskirts, water sloshing in his boots from the bunker flood, the hijacked elite's chip shard tucked safely in his jacket. Level 9 hit like a stim rush, HP capped at 400, mastery Lv. 2 letting him twitch player signals like puppet strings but the weight dragged. One shard down, two left, per the fractured maps, but New Cascadia was waking meaner. Blackouts lingered in patches, holo-ads sputtering back to life with corp emergency bullshit, while players, free or glitching, formed packs in the ruins. Some hailed Jace as the breaker, others hunted for scraps of the old power. Lena limped beside him, crutch digging ruts, her shock rifle slung low. Milo trailed, rig backpack humming as he scanned for tails."Second shard's in the old factory district," Jace said, voice gravel from the swim. HUD, his remastered beast, pulsed the spot: a derelict corp plant turned Architect hideout, buried under rusting assembly lines. "Heavier guard now. They know w
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Echoes of the Unbroken
Jace Varn climbed out of the undercity muck, water streaming off his jacket like the last tears of a dying system. The final shard's implosion still rang in his ears, a digital scream cut short, leaving silence heavier than the bay's fog. Level 10 surged through him, HP maxed at 500 feeling godlike, Fracture Rule perk humming with infinite bends, but victory tasted bittersweet. The cavern collapse had buried the remnants, but Kira's crew dragged her out barely breathing, arm a mangled wreck of shard metal and flesh. Lena leaned on her crutch, shock rifle slung, face smeared with grime and blood. Milo fiddled with his sparking eye, muttering curses at the water damage."Shards gone," Jace said, voice rough over the drip-drip of tunnels. His HUD, fully his now, a clean slate of blue overlays, scanned the team: Allies Stable, City Fractures Stabilizing. No more Architect pings, no purge threats, just the raw pulse of New Cascadia clawing back to life. Players across the slums felt it too
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