2026-01-27 04:02:43The walk back to the shop was a procession of squeaks.
The front left caster of the Administrator’s chair was damaged. It had likely taken a hit during the chaotic descent from the ninety-ninth floor to the dumpster, or perhaps it was just reacting to the uneven pavement of Sector Z. Either way, it was a rhythmic, high-pitched complaint that cut through the silence of the night.I pushed the chair. Iron Jaw walked beside me, his heavy boots thudding against the asphalt like
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CHAPTER 104: Secret of the Onions
The noise outside the pocket was no longer just sound. It was a physical mass, a crushing atmospheric pressure built from pure, collective hysteria.I lay trapped in the lowest, darkest fold of the right seam. The Emperor’s Weave surrounding me vibrated violently, absorbing the acoustic shockwaves of the hundreds of screaming humans out there. Warlords were roaring. Tech tycoons were slamming their fists against the polished tables. The air was thick with the sharp, coppery scent of Viper’s blood and the acrid, burning ozone of his blown cranial implants. It all filtered down through the microscopic gaps in the fabric, mixing with the rancid, roasted oil of my own shattered kin.“The layers of reality!” Viper’s final, shredded scream still echoed in the cavernous space. The crowd had taken it. They had swallowed the delusion whole because the alternative—that they were fighting over a piece of actual garbage—would have broken their minds. They were practically tearing the room apart,
CHAPTER 103: Walk to the Podium
The silence that followed the final word was not empty. It was heavy, thick, and suffocating, pressing against the outside of the pocket like water against the hull of a submerged submarine.I remained wedged in the lowest corner of the front right seam, surrounded by the oily, crushed remains of the others. The heat inside the Emperor’s Weave was absolute. It baked the salt onto my skin, fusing it with the fine, dry dust of my shattered kin. The hairline fracture running down the curve of my back throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, a stark reminder of the violent kinetic force this man possessed.Just millimeters away, separated only by a synthetic lining that felt like woven steel wool, his thigh muscle was completely motionless. But it was not at rest. The latent current of the System—that raw, blue-hot physical output he had activated earlier—continued to thrum through his flesh. It felt like sleeping against the casing of an industrial generator. The microscopic vibrations tra
CHAPTER 102: Collapse of the Economy
The darkness in this trench is absolute, but it is never quiet.I am wedged deep in the bottom seam of his right pocket. The space is a suffocating, abrasive wedge of fabric. To the outside world, he wears a suit made of the Emperor’s Weave. Down here, it is an industrial prison. The synthetic fibers are woven so tightly they do not breathe, creating a stifling, humid microclimate fueled by the immense heat of his thigh just millimeters away.I am surrounded by the dead.Shattered husks. Stripped red skins. The oily, crushed remains of my kin coat the bottom of the seam. Every time he shifts his weight, we grind against one another. The friction is a dry, tearing agony. The roasted salt that coats my shell bites into the hairline fracture running down my back. I got that fracture earlier, when his hand first plunged into this dark pit.I can still feel the vibrations of that massacre. The massive, calloused fingers blindly tearing through us. The sudden, violent upward acceleration. A
CHAPTER 101: Weight of Paper Currency
"Do we have a deal?" I asked again.My voice was quiet, but it rolled across the obsidian floor, scraping against the fractured tables and the groaning Warlords.The Auctioneer didn't answer right away. He was paralyzed. He stood behind his ruined podium, clutching his black bone gavel with both hands like a lifeline. He looked at the crumpled, glowing green paper resting under my palm on the broken brass armrest. He looked at the digital readout above his head, which was still displaying the infinity symbol.He was a man who made his living by assigning value to the priceless. He was looking at something that broke his scale.Next to me, Anya was taking slow, shallow breaths. She kept her hands pressed flat against her thighs, staring straight ahead. She was terrified to move, terrified that any sudden motion would trigger the crushing gravity again. The air in the room still felt thick, like breathing underwater, smelling sharply of ozone and copper.Down in the aisle, Viper dragged
CHAPTER 100: Audacity of One Dollar
The laughter rolled down the tiered seating of the cavern, thick and heavy with contempt.It wasn't a sudden outburst. It was a slow, swelling wave of mockery that started in the VIP section and infected the entire room. Three hundred people—warlords with carbon-fiber bones, tech barons who owned orbital lasers, mob bosses who wore the pelts of extinct animals—were laughing at me.Down in the front row, Viper leaned heavily on his diamond-tipped cane. The red, peanut-shaped welt on his forehead throbbed under the harsh stage lights. He wiped a tear of mirth from his eye, his chest heaving under his pristine white suit."A dollar?" Viper sneered, his voice cutting through the chuckles. He pointed his cane directly at my chest. "A single, paper dollar. This is a high-stakes auction, peasant. We deal in billions. We trade continents. And you bring pocket lint to the table?"I sat perfectly still in the cramped velvet chair. My knees were jammed against the seat in front of me.Next to me
CHAPTER 99: Raising of the Paddle
The Auctioneer stared at me. The microphone in his hand trembled, picking up the ragged sound of his breathing."You... you have a bid?" he repeated, his voice barely a squeak.He looked at the paddle resting against my shoulder. The cheap, white plastic with the number '77' painted on it. In the hands of anyone else, it was just a marker. In my hands, wrapped in the photon-absorbing silk of the Emperor’s Weave, it looked like a verdict."I do," I said.My voice was flat. I didn't raise it. I didn't need to. The density of my intent carried the words through the cavern, pressing them against the eardrums of every Warlord, Tycoon, and Mob Boss in the room.The silence stretched, taut and agonizing.Anya was hyperventilating beside me, her hands clamped over her mouth to stifle the sound. The Warlord in the seat ahead of me was praying—actual, whispered prayers to a god he had probably killed a decade ago.Viper, standing in the front row, finally found his voice."Well?" Viper sneered,
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