2026-07-27 12:50:24**Chapter 168: The Architect of Steel and Ash**
"Oh, sweet hell," KIKI shrieked, her voice vibrating with a manic, uncontainable energy as she practically danced around the interior of the train carriage. "We are finally doing it! We’re actually turning this rusted heap into a goddamn war machine!"The rest of the survivors, led by the stoic Shu Qin, stood frozen in place, their expressions a mixture of confusion and absolute, soul-deep astonishment. They were well aware that Seven—th
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