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Chapter 251 — The Margin Disappears First
Forty minutes.Legacy did not need a clock. The city’s preparation had entered its final compression phase. Small systems that usually drifted independently were snapping into coordinated timing. Elevators staged at midpoints. Storage tanks topped and sealed. Grid buffers warmed into ready state.Margins were being removed.She felt that more than anything else.Margins were the invisible safety layers that absorbed mistakes, delays, uneven force. When they vanished, every correction had to be exact. No slack. No forgiveness.Her body had no margins left either.She walked through a financial district canyon where towers rose like vertical cliffs. Wind tunneled fast between them, creating pressure eddies that slapped from alternating sides. Normally she would counter each gust with smooth hip adjustment.Now each correction landed late by a fraction.The delay forced overcorrection.Overcorrection burned more muscle.Her obliques cramped hard enough to bend her slightly sideways mid-s
Chapter 250 — When the Body Stops Voting
The countdown did not appear on any public screen.Legacy felt it in the intervals between pressure waves.The gaps were shrinking.Load pulses that once arrived scattered now came in disciplined spacing. Electrical systems ramped, cooled, ramped again. Transit flow synchronized with energy demand curves. Pump stations pre-pressurized lines ahead of projected draw.Preparation behavior.The city was stretching before the lift.She exited the concourse into a corridor of glass towers where night reflections multiplied every light into ten. Visual noise made depth perception harder. Her tired eyes struggled to separate reflection from structure.Her right foot landed slightly off-angle.Pain shot through her arch and up behind her ankle. Not a tear. A warning. She adjusted instantly, shifting weight to the outer edge and redistributing force through her calf. Compensation cost energy she did not have.Energy debt was now permanent.Her breathing pattern changed without permission. Short
Chapter 249 — The Stress Event Clock
Legacy woke from a standing micro-sleep without remembering closing her eyes.One moment she was watching reflections ripple across the river surface. The next, her chin dropped and snapped back up. Her neck muscles seized painfully as they caught the sudden motion.No collapse. No fall.But the gap existed.That terrified her more than pain ever had.Micro-sleeps only came when the nervous system hit emergency conservation. She had trained to avoid them for years. Now one slipped through while she was still carrying live structural load for half the city.The pressure did not pause during her lapse.It adjusted.That was worse.She straightened slowly and rolled her neck until sensation fully returned. Pins and needles crawled down both arms. Her fingers flexed with delayed obedience. Reaction lag had grown measurable.The riverfront towers behind her shed thermal load into the cooling air. She felt the redistribution route through her ribs and spine like warm current through cold pi
Chapter 248 — The Load That Learned Her Name
The city stopped behaving like a structure.It started behaving like a partner.Legacy felt the difference before she could define it. Pressure no longer arrived as blind force. It arrived shaped. Directed. Tuned to the angles of her joints, the fatigue in her muscles, the limits of her spine. The load adapted mid-transfer, rerouting through her strongest lines of support with unsettling precision.It knew her geometry now.She moved through a late-night market district where temporary stalls and hanging lights created uneven distribution across shallow foundations. Normally this area produced chaotic fluctuations. Tonight the force traveled in clean channels through her body, like a practiced path worn smooth.Her right knee threatened to give. The city shifted weight higher into her hips.Her shoulders weakened. Compression redirected lower into her legs.Not mercy.Optimization.Sweat cooled on her skin while heat burned deep underneath. Her muscles felt carved hollow and refilled
Chapter 247 — When the Body Forgets It Is Breaking
The first warning was silence.Not the absence of sound, but the absence of reaction. Legacy stepped off the curb into a high-load corridor between two major structural zones, and nothing inside her body flinched. No sharp brace in her calves. No instinctive tightening in her spine. No surge of alarm through muscle and nerve.The pressure landed.Her body did not protest.That was wrong.For weeks, every shift in the city’s balance had triggered immediate resistance inside her. Micro-adjustments. Reflex corrections. Pain signals like flares. Now the force settled through her skeleton like weight placed on a foundation already declared stable.She kept walking, but awareness sharpened.Numbness had replaced warning.Her legs moved with mechanical consistency. Knees bent and straightened with perfect efficiency, yet she could barely feel the joints themselves. The ache was still there, but distant, as if filtered through thick walls. Her spine carried compression like a column built for
Chapter 246 — The Point Where Pain Becomes Background
The city changed its rhythm again.Not abruptly. Not violently. It simply adjusted, slipping into a quieter, more efficient pattern that Legacy felt immediately. The pressure did not spike when she stepped forward. It settled into her body as if it had always been there, as if her muscles and bones had been built to carry it.That frightened her more than any surge ever had.Her legs moved automatically now. The ache in her calves had dulled into a constant hum. Knees throbbed with every step, but the pain no longer demanded attention. It existed, heavy and familiar, layered so deeply that it blended into the background of her awareness.Her breathing stayed shallow.Expanding her chest fully sent sharp reminders along her ribs, so she learned to work within the smaller range her body allowed. Each breath was measured, efficient, enough to keep her moving.She passed through a district under long-term renovation. Scaffolding wrapped buildings like exposed bones. Temporary supports str
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