The Birth of a lord
Author: Matt Gray
last update2025-10-04 19:54:21

Chapter 10

The night air was sharp, cold, and merciless. Adrian’s feet pounded against the pavement, his breath coming in ragged bursts. The city lights blurred past, neon, headlights, reflections on puddles that splashed beneath his worn shoes.

His hand clutched the worn leather wallet to his chest like a lifeline. Every thought in his head screamed one thing.

Get there before it’s too late.

His mother’s hospital bills were due that night. He had begged for an extension once before; there wouldn’t be a second chance. If the payment didn’t go through, they would pull the plug on her treatment.

He pushed harder. His lungs burned. His ribs still ached from the last fight, but he ignored the pain. He couldn’t lose her. Not her.

Then, without warning, the system’s voice split the night open.

[Emergency Task Generated: Stop the robbery in progress.]

[Failure to comply = System shutdown.]

Adrian skidded to a halt, boots scraping against wet concrete. His heart dropped. “You’ve got to be k
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