2026-11-08 15:49:21Arthur's finger hung over the launch key, and it did not come down.
The heat source on the screen was still shaking like a leaf in a storm. That body shape was too familiar.
Three years at the same desk. The fat boy who had slid half a cold bun under his notebook while the whole school laughed.
"Cancel fire."
His voice was low.
Outside the fortress, the hidden gun barrels slid back into the wall without a sound. The infrared lasers died.
Arthur stood and walked to the ten-ton hydraulic gate.
"Open it. Just a crack."
With a tooth-grinding screech of metal, the massive door parted by half a meter. Pale blue light spilled through the gap.
"Get in here." His voice crackled out of the external speaker, with no warmth in it at all. "Three seconds. Or you die."
Silence outside for one beat.
Then a round dark shape squeezed through the gap, half crawling, half rolling.
Boom.
The gate sealed behind him. No way back.
The air rippled like water.
Sam dropped his stealth. He collapsed onto the cold metal floor, drenched in sweat, shaking from head to toe, eyes darting around the hall.
Half a meter of alloy walls. Rows of glowing monitors. Four steel spiders, like four gods of death.
And in the center of it all, Arthur, watching him with flat, distant eyes.
"Ar... Arthur! I mean, Boss Arthur!" Sam threw himself onto his knees, tears and snot flying. "I swear I didn't see anything! I didn't know this was your place! Please, just treat me like a fart and let me go!"
He kowtowed again and again. Against concrete it would have thudded. Against steel plating it was far worse. Within a few knocks, his forehead split and blood ran into his eyes.
Arthur walked up and looked down at him.
"You watched the Blood Axe die. You watched me turn a bomb shelter into a fortress. Do you think I'd let a witness walk out of here?"
Sam jolted. His whole body went slack. It's over. It's all over.
"I only wanted to know if you were still alive," he whispered into the floor. "After school. When Victor walked away looking like he'd seen a ghost. I followed you. I didn't know what else to do."
Arthur said nothing for a long moment.
"But you're lucky," he said at last, and his tone shifted. "Your System is interesting. It fools every eye in the city, yet it couldn't fool my radar."
"What rank? What ability? Tell me the truth, and you live."
Sam grabbed at the words like a drowning man grabbing a rope, babbling.
"B-rank! B-rank Shadow Stealth System! In shadow I can turn completely invisible! No smell, no sound, nothing! No ordinary detector can find me!"
"Boss, I'm useful! The big families in the inner city, the high-ranked Awakeners, I can eavesdrop on all their secrets for you! If you don't kill me, I'll be the most loyal dog you ever had!"
Arthur narrowed his eyes.
In a world of liars, information was life. His mechanical empire had devastating firepower, but firepower was only physical. If he ever met an Awakener whose System banished people across space, or erased cause and effect, he would be crushed before he could react.
A perfect scout was exactly what he lacked.
He turned and walked to the fortress workbench. Beyond the thick walls, the faint sirens still wailed. He had minutes, not hours.
"Ring. Fabricate a micro tracking explosive."
[Iron cost: 1 unit. Fabrication complete.]
Arthur flicked a fingernail-sized red pill onto the floor in front of Sam.
"Swallow it." His voice was perfectly level. "A micro liquid charge. It attaches to your heart. If you betray me, or leave my signal range, it turns your heart into a mist of blood."
Sam stared at the glowing red speck, the fat on his face twitching.
But refusing meant dying right now.
He gritted his teeth, snatched it up, and swallowed. It tasted like old coins and burnt sugar.
[Target tracking established.]
"Get up," Arthur said coldly. "From today, you are my eyes."
Sam stumbled to his feet like a man pardoned at the gallows.
"Now watch carefully."
Arthur turned away and lifted his gaze to the ring's virtual screen.
His biggest weakness was this mortal body. He needed to fix it now.
Waiting on the screen was the reward from the fortress upgrade.
[Level 1 reward: blueprints unlocked. Micro Scout Drone. T-2 Exoskeleton Power Armor, Basic Edition.]
"Ring. Build the T-2 Exoskeleton. Now."
BOOM.
A blinding column of silver-blue light slammed down in the center of the hall. Three hundred units of iron and two hundred units of copper melted and reformed. Complex machinery assembled itself in midair.
A few seconds later, a suit of jet-black steel armor hung suspended in the light, sleek and brutal. A heavy chest plate. Powerful mechanical arms. Two micro thrusters on the back, glowing icy blue.
Sam's eyes nearly fell out of his skull. What kind of divine System was this? Conjuring a mecha straight out of a science-fiction movie?
Arthur spread his arms.
Click. Click.
The armor split apart, then wrapped around him like a living beast and locked tight. The helmet's optics lit a crimson red. Servos hummed along his spine, and the whole hall sharpened until he could count the rivets in the ceiling.
A violent mechanical strength flooded every muscle.
He clenched his fist and drove it into the alloy wall.
BANG.
The sound was deafening. Half a meter of high-strength alloy took a clean, fist-shaped dent.
His hand felt nothing.
Sam's legs gave out again. If that punch had landed on a person, not even bone dust would have been left.
He gave up. Following a monster like this might be the safest way to live in the wasteland.
"Sam."
Arthur turned. The crimson optics fixed on him. The synthetic voice from the helmet speaker sounded like a summons from hell.
"Today, you come to school with me. Sit beside me and listen to everyone. Classmates, teachers, all of them. I want to know what that whole building is hiding."
He paused.
"After class, go into the inner city for me. In three days, the underground black market holds an auction. Find out which big names will show up, and how much high-grade metal they hold."
Arthur clenched his steel fist, and the joints ground like teeth.
"If we're going to play, we take every resource in this city. All of it."
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Chapter 15: The Night Raid
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At two in the morning, the shop on Gray Street smelled of lamp oil and fear.The steel case sat on Sophia's back-room table. Inside lay lot twelve, the gray cylinder that half the hall had wanted to own. The auction house's escort had delivered it an hour ago, bowing slightly as they left. Nobody bowed to Sophia. She was still getting used to it.A floorboard lifted.She did not scream. She was proud of that later. A mechanical spider the size of a dinner plate climbed out of the cellar, folded its legs, and turned a single red lens toward her."Sit," said the voice she had been hearing all night. It came from the spider now. "You did well.""You're not going to come up?""No."Sophia sat. She set down the fan, and for the first time that evening her hands stopped shaking. "Then we should talk terms, because tonight you got what you wanted and I got a noble house's attention.""Three rules," said Arthur. "One. You never ask who I am. Two. You sell only what I send you, in the amounts
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