The air on the Ancient Metropolis overpass was biting, carrying the sharp scent of ozone from System explosions mixed with the stench of rotting Ekorupt flesh. Marsel and Nana/Mitha didn't care; they ran. The protective box trucks were gone, and there was no safe Static Fortress left. There was only a pair of deeply annoyed humans and the Origin Codex, which Marsel clutched as if it were the most critical financial audit report of his life.Behind them, the Systemic Archive Building was now spewing purple System smoke. The Siren-Core warning had drawn every remaining Elite Ekorupt. But the greatest threat was the four Alpha Predators standing in the Firing Range. They were silent, yet their presence was equivalent to ten Anti-Logic Tanks."Four Alphas, Nana! You’re not joking?" Marsel shouted, breathless, as they crossed the concrete perimeter.Nana—or more accurately, Mitha—responded with a voice that was clearer and more fiery, a result of shedding her S

The Mental Data Incubator Room of the Eternal Palace was a hive of systems: neon crystal tubes, flickering frequency cables, and at its center, a translucent steel capsule holding Tyrex. The air here was as bone-chilling as frozen logistics fresh out of a supermarket freezer, yet blistering with the heat of an imminent threat.Siren, the Shadow Queen entity who had been telepathically tormenting Marsel, now manifested before them: an elegant woman with silver hair, ancient yet wielding absolute System power. The silver blade hovering in her hand was the crystallization of the Doomsday System—something Marsel recognized as "anti-logic defense" in every sense.“Fortress Manager Marsel. Your detected panic is highly valuable. I need Tyrex. His Luck must be stabilized here to counter the Empress’s insane Logic,” Siren said, her voice calm, yet every word struck Marsel’s Origin Codex like a physical blow. “Hand over the code, and I will let you go free—to be tortured by