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đź“Ś Synopsis:
> ⚠️ Warning: This story contains mature themes including violence, bullying, trauma, and psychological distress.
Not suitable for children. Parental guidance strongly advised.
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đź“– Chapter 3: The Destruction
I'm being hunted.
Jets are sweeping across the sky, their scanners searching for me relentlessly.
But they don't know—
This cloak hides my entire presence.
Not even satellites can see me.
> "What will you do next?"
— "From the boy's memories, I still can't find the reason why this universe was built in such a twisted way."
A strange surge of memories flooded my mind.
Someone…
Someone is actively hiding the past.
Someone erased the truth from history.
I followed the remnants of those blocked memories…
And arrived at a luxurious mansion.
— "This is the place.
I can smell the rot beneath the marble."
I summoned a spatial barrier—
Time itself froze outside.
> Fwoosh!
I shattered the front door and stormed in.
The man was hiding beneath the floorboards, trembling like a rat.
I struck him—viciously, precisely.
Wounds deep enough to make him scream…
But not enough to kill.
— "Speak. Where did you hide it?"
He gasped for air.
But instead of answering—he bit his tongue.
Instant death.
I scoffed.
— "Coward."
I pressed my hand to his cooling forehead, tapping into the last echoes of his consciousness.
A hidden room.
A sealed vault.
A password, barely whispered in a dying memory.
Perfect.
I walked through his house and found the vault.
Typed in the code.
Click.
Inside: a rusty old gun, some stacks of cash…
But none of that mattered.
What did matter was the black leather file tucked behind it, sealed with a waveform encryption.
> A woman screamed from behind.
A sharp thud followed.
Her body hit the floor.
I turned and stared at the corpse.
No words.
No remorse.
Just silence.
I walked back to the vault, grabbed the file, and opened it.
— "Not the money.
Not the weapon.
But this... This is what truly matters."
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