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CHAPTER 29: THE PEDESTRIAN TOLL ROAD AND FOOTSTEP MONETISATION
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The cold floor of Mega-Mart Alpha stood as a silent witness to Mark Miller’s minor victory, yet it felt hollow as he glanced at the point balance on his wrist. Although his breathing had stabilised thanks to the oxygen relic from the cult leader, his holographic screen was still flashing with a threatening red hue.

"We can’t linger here," Mark said while helping David to his feet. "The system will soon send a 'Field Audit Unit' to review the damage to these cereal shelves. And believe me, they
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