Chapter 56
Author: Pink
last update2026-01-17 21:22:34

Marcus stood in the doorway, the corridor full of gold-eyed ghosts, and felt the weight of a thousand stares press against his ribs like a physical thing. Behind him, Zhang Li's breath rattled—the sound of a man who'd been king for sixty years and was now suddenly, violently, subject.

Claire's voice came again through the phone, layered and strange: "Daddy, I'm hungry too."

The words landed like a stone in still water. Marcus's System flickered, weak and confused: [ARCHITECT STATUS—SCATTE
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