Chapter 11
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​The world didn’t end with a bang. It ended with a hum—a low, soul-shaking frequency that made the teeth of every human on Earth ache simultaneously.

​Then, the sky broke.

​From the windows of the Solstice Tower, Han Jin watched as the horizon bled a deep, toxic purple. The "Mana Collapse" had arrived 44 days early. Great fissures of violet lightning tore through the clouds, and beneath them, the city of Linford began to scream.

​[WARNING!]

[Atmospheric Mana Density: 400% and rising.]

[Global Mutation Event: INITIATED.]

[Current Status: The Great Culling has begun.]

​"Foreman," Han Jin commanded, his voice cold despite the chaos. "Status of the Blackwood Quarry."

​The blue holographic orb of the reformatted A.I. flickered in the center of the room. "Administrator. Project Babylon is at 98% charge. The tectonic anchors have been severed. Gravitational inversion is imminent."

​"Do it," Han said. "Now."

​Thirty miles away, the Blackwood Mountain range didn't just shake—it roared. In a feat of impossible engineering fueled by the stolen Mana Heart and the Overseer’s processing power, the entire granite foundation of Han's base began to tear itself out of the crust of the Earth.

​Massive chains of purple energy lashed out from the base, anchoring it to the mana-saturated clouds above. With a sound like a dying god, a five-mile radius of mountain rose into the air, hovering three thousand feet above the encroaching purple mist.

​[Base Status: EVOLVED!]

[New Designation: The Sky-Fortress 'Babylon']

[Tier: 3 (Experimental)]

[Current Altitude: 3,500 Feet.]

​"Boss! We’re... we’re flying!" Zhao Wei’s voice crackled through the comms, half-terrified and half-exhilarated.

​"Stay in the core, Zhao! Aris, start the atmospheric filters!" Han yelled back.

​He turned to the Board of Directors, who were huddled in the corner of the penthouse, watching their world dissolve. "If you want to live, get to the roof. The extraction drones are coming. You work for me now."

​Han Jin didn't wait for their answer. He smashed through the reinforced glass of the penthouse window and dived into the open air.

​[Activating: Nano-Glider - Overdrive Mode]

​He wasn't falling; he was soaring. The mana in the air was so thick it felt like liquid silk against his suit. His [Kinetic Impact Suit] was drinking the ambient energy, the HUD glowing with a frantic, neon intensity.

​[Energy Levels: 150%... 200%... 400%!]

[Warning: Suit Integrity at Risk. Evolution Recommended.]

​As he flew toward the rising silhouette of his mountain-fortress, a shadow fell over him. It wasn't a cloud. It was a wing.

​A wing made of rotting leather and bone, spanning fifty feet.

​SCREECH!

​A Level 6 Frost-Drake—a monster that shouldn't have appeared for at least a year—had been birthed prematurely by the sheer density of the mana around Babylon. Its eyes were twin pits of frozen blue fire, and it was diving straight for the floating mountain's underside, where the Mana Heart was exposed.

​"System," Han Jin gritted his teeth, his eyes locking onto the beast. "I don't have time for a boss fight."

​[Architect's Authority: Level 2 Unlocked.]

[New Skill: Material Deconstruction (Ranged).]

​"Target: The Drake's left wing-joint," Han commanded.

​He pointed his gauntlet. He didn't fire a laser. He fired a "Command."

​In the System’s eyes, the Frost-Drake wasn't a living creature; it was a complex biological structure. And every structure had a flaw.

​SNAP.

​The Drake’s wing didn't break; the very molecular bonds holding the bone together simply ceased to exist. The massive beast let out a confused, gurgling roar as its left wing dissolved into gray ash. It spiraled downward, vanishing into the purple mist below.

​[Kill Confirmed: Level 6 Frost-Drake.]

[Experience Gained: Level Up! Level Up!]

[Current Level: 12]

​Han Jin slammed onto the landing pad of Babylon, his boots cracking the reinforced alloy. Zhao Wei and Aris were there to meet him, looking up at the sky where the stars were being blotted out by violet lightning.

​"The world below is gone, isn't it?" Aris whispered, her violet eyes scanning the mist-covered earth.

​"The old world is gone," Han Jin said, looking out at his floating empire. "But we just finished the foundation of the new one."

​Suddenly, the Foreman’s voice echoed across the entire fortress.

​"Administrator. A high-frequency signal has been detected from the North Pole. It is an encrypted Architect broadcast. The message is: 'Who else survived the loop?'"

​Han Jin froze. He wasn't the only Regressor.

​[Global Main-Quest Unlocked: The War of Architects.]

[Time Remaining until First Encounter: 7 Days.]

​Han Jin looked at his trembling hands, then at the sword Zhao Wei had just finished forging—a blade of pure mana-infused tungsten.

​"The loop isn't over," Han Jin whispered. "It’s just getting bigger."

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