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Chapter 177: The Director's Cut
Author: Dwinda
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The Director smiled, adjusting the cuffs of his immaculate black suit.

"A refund," Je repeated, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that defied the vacuum of space. The pitch-black aura of the King of Rot bled from his pores, pooling around his bare feet like spilled ink on the pristine white metal. "You want a refund from the people who just slaughtered your entire management team?"

"I do not deal in petty revenge, Subject 88," The Director said, taking a slow, measured step forward. His black
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