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Chapter 202: The Doomsday Protocol
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The blinding white light did not usher Marco Rossi into the quiet, peaceful afterlife he had expected.

Instead, the brilliant flash of absolute energy rapidly faded into a dull, smoky gray, returning him to the freezing, rain-swept reality of the Omni Tower helipad. Marco knelt on the cracked asphalt, gasping for air. His lungs, now entirely human and severely damaged, burned as if he were inhaling crushed glass. He looked down at his left hand.

The dark titanium shell of the System Core was
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