2025-09-07 07:59:00The map sprawled across the console glowed like a malignant constellation—every node in Crescent City pulsing red. Streets, bridges, tunnels, towers, even the underground arteries no one had walked in decades—all lit up, connected by veins of crimson light that made the city look less like a place and more like a living, breathing organism on the verge of a seizure.
Alex’s fists clenched at his sides. His chest rose and fell like a man about to sprint into fire.
Claire’s voice cracked over the comm. “Every node? Alex, that’s… that’s impossible. He can’t power them all at once.”
Damian’s tone was grim. “Oh, he can. The bastard just rerouted the entire grid. He’s drawing power from the emergency reserves—the city’s heartbeat. If those nodes go live simultaneously, the whole infrastructure collapses. Buildings, transit, comms…
Previous Chapter
Latest Chapter
Chapter 25 – The Poisoned Legacy
The echo of the explosion still clung to the air when Elias opened his eyes. The ringing in his ears distorted everything—the crackling of small fires, the shrieks of wounded bystanders, even the distant wail of sirens that clawed their way through the night. He tasted blood, metallic and bitter, running down from a cut on his lip.The safehouse—his supposedly untraceable sanctuary—was gone. Reduced to twisted steel, shattered brick, and a crater that told him exactly what the Consortium thought of his progress.They knew.Somehow, despite his encrypted channels, his coded movement patterns, and his obsession with secrecy, they had found him.Elias staggered to his feet. His jacket hung in tatters, ash streaked across his face, and his ribs screamed with every breath. Yet the only thing louder than his pain was the hollow certainty tightening in his chest: someone had betrayed him.“Elias!”
Chapter Twenty-Four – The Map of Shadows
The note sat between them on the greasy diner table, its words like a wound: You’re next.Elias stared at it, his coffee cooling untouched, his mind splintering in a dozen directions. He had spent years sketching structures, each line measured, each flaw corrected. But this—this was chaos turned into a blueprint. His life wasn’t a building anymore. It was scaffolding for someone else’s plan.Nyla crumpled the note in her fist. “We can’t sit here.”She shoved it into her jacket and slid out of the booth, scanning the windows. The street outside was waking now: buses groaned past, delivery trucks rattled along the curb, commuters shuffled toward the subway. To them, the diner was just another stop. To Elias, it felt like a trap designed to keep him still until the hammer dropped.He grabbed his satchel and followed her out.The city air was sharp with morning chill. Nyla set a brisk pace,
Chapter Twenty-Three – Ashes and Echoes
The blast still rang in Elias’s ears as he staggered to his feet. Sirens howled from every direction now, converging on the docks like hounds on a carcass.The warehouse was gone, reduced to a burning skeleton. Flames licked the sky, spitting ash into the dawn. Crates smoldered along the lot, their shadows twitching in the heat. The air smelled of gasoline and charred metal, thick enough to coat his throat with every breath.Beside him, Nyla rose shakily, brushing soot from her jacket. Her pistol gleamed faintly in the firelight. “That wasn’t random,” she said, coughing. “They blew it to cover their tracks.”Elias’s eyes stayed locked on the inferno. His chest ached with a terrible clarity. The half-built framework—his framework—was gone. Every line of steel, every flaw written in his old drafts, now reduced to cinders.“They wanted us to see it,” he muttered.Nyl
Chapter Twenty-Two – The Echo of Ashes
The city never truly slept, but in the small hours before dawn, it felt like it held its breath. Sirens bled in the distance, somewhere uptown, their wails bending through the grid of streets. Elias moved quietly, every footstep deliberate, his mind replaying the image of the journal page Nyla had shown him hours earlier.The symbol was still burned into his thoughts—the triangle overlaid with the spiral, the crude ink sketch of a building that wasn’t supposed to exist.He hadn’t said it out loud in Nyla’s cramped apartment, but he recognized the structure. It was one of his early concepts, a model for a civic hall that was never commissioned, shelved for being “too ambitious.” Only someone with access to his private archives could’ve drawn it.Now, seeing it in the journal of a murdered man tied to the collapses, he knew two things:1. Someone inside the system had been feeding his work into the wrong h
Chapter 21 – The Crucible Ignites
The map sprawled across the console glowed like a malignant constellation—every node in Crescent City pulsing red. Streets, bridges, tunnels, towers, even the underground arteries no one had walked in decades—all lit up, connected by veins of crimson light that made the city look less like a place and more like a living, breathing organism on the verge of a seizure.Alex’s fists clenched at his sides. His chest rose and fell like a man about to sprint into fire.Claire’s voice cracked over the comm. “Every node? Alex, that’s… that’s impossible. He can’t power them all at once.”Damian’s tone was grim. “Oh, he can. The bastard just rerouted the entire grid. He’s drawing power from the emergency reserves—the city’s heartbeat. If those nodes go live simultaneously, the whole infrastructure collapses. Buildings, transit, comms…
Chapter 20 – Masks and Mirrors
The chamber beneath City Hall felt like the belly of some ancient beast, the steel and concrete humming with the residual pulse of the disabled node. The glow had barely faded when the Curator stepped forward, porcelain mask gleaming under the dim light.Alex tightened his grip on the pistol in his hand, but even he knew a gun meant little against someone who controlled the very systems around them. Claire instinctively moved closer, her hand brushing his arm, and Damian’s body tensed like a coiled spring.The Curator’s voice rolled out, calm but commanding. “You’ve done well, Alex. Far better than I anticipated. Elias would be proud.”The mention of his father made Alex’s chest tighten. “Don’t speak his name.”“Why not?” The Curator tilted his head. “He was the first to see the city for what it was—a design waiting to be p
You may also like
Harem Multiverse Challenge
Helen B.45.3K viewsHUDSON EMPIRE BUILDING SYSTEM
Boujeeboss17.2K viewsFrom Rock Bottom to Riches: The Wealth Tap System
Abysalyounglord29.7K viewsSUPER FARMING SYSTEM
Shame_less00755.9K viewsThe BloodBath System in another World
Azurian Element1.7K viewsArcana System: Rise of the Forsaken Prince
Moksa537 viewsECHO PROTOCOL: Rise Of The Rejected
Preshyy_writes414 viewsThe Omnipotent God's Heir
WestReversed27.8K views