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Chapter 189: The Monsters Who Refused to Be God
Author: JAWARA KARYA
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Chapter 189: The Monster Who Refused to Be a God

The eye of the storm wasn’t air; it was a vacuum of sheer, suffocating intent. As Chai breached the perimeter, the atmospheric pressure collapsed, shattering the remnants of his armor. His skin burned—not from heat, but from the frantic, invasive intrusion of a trillion alien threads attempting to map his nervous system.

"Welcome home, my child," a voice boomed, vibrating not in the air, but inside Chai’s marrow. It was a sound like grinding tect
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