CHAPTER 20
Author: DUNDAKI
last update2026-03-06 23:50:15

The elevator did not stop at Level 100. It did not go to the golden halls of the Boardroom. Instead, the metal box shook violently. It began to drop. It moved so fast that Evan and Mara felt their stomachs rise into their throats.

The screen above the door changed. The message from Malakai Vox stayed for a moment, then faded. It was replaced by a single, glowing number:

LEVEL 0.

"Level zero?" Mara whispered. She gripped the railing of the elevator. Her knuckles were white. "The Exchange doesn't
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