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Chapter 120, Cutting The Strings.
Author: Leena Mustafa
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Ali's fingers trembled slightly as he sat in Dr. Nabil's examination room, the sterile white walls pressing in around him. Hadi leaned against the counter, arms crossed, while Haitham paced nervously near the door. The sounds of medical equipment filled the tense silence.

"So," Dr. Nabil said, adjusting his glasses as he studied the brain scan results, "the chip is still physically present, but we're detecting zero neural activity from it. It's as if..."

"As if someone flipped a switch," Ali finished quietly, his voice hollow. He remembered the flashing red warning that had appeared in his vision just before everything went dark: [SYSTEM SHUT DOWN.]

Haitham stopped pacing. "Try activating your armor now."

Ali focused, reaching for that familiar energy that usually responded to his thoughts. Nothing. Not even a flicker. His stomach twisted.

"It's dead," he whispered.

Hadi pushed off the counter. "That bastard Professor must've remotely deactivated it when Ali got too close t
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