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Chapter 74: Total Deletion Imminent
Author: Archie Mon
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The roar of the white void didn't fade—it crystallized into a high-pitched scream of buckling reality.

Caver slammed back into the command chair of the Iron Crab, his spine vibrating against the reinforced struts as if the universe were trying to hammer him into the seat. Around him, the ship groaned in a desperate, metallic pitch, plates buckling and internal wiring lashing out like dying vipers.

"We’re hemorrhaging structural integrity!" Jack shouted, his fingers blurring across the keys. Spa
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