Chapter 148: Architect 3: The Developer
Author: Demonkite
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"Come get some," I whispered.

The Red Architect descended.

He didn't crash like the Judge. He didn't swirl like the Artist.

He simply... logged in.

One second, the sky was empty. The next, a man was standing on the roof of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building.

He looked... normal.

Disappointingly normal.

He wore a rumpled white dress shirt, slacks that needed ironing, and a tie that was loosened at the collar. He had dark circles under his eyes that rivaled my own. He held a tablet in one
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