Delta: I have a 1-Haf Coin instant kill system!

Inside a small room in the AZ3 campus.

The curtains in the room were drawn tightly, with only a few rays of light squeezing in through the gaps.

The air was thick with the smells of alcohol, sweat, and tobacco.

There were more than a dozen empty wine bottles piled up in the corner, and the ashtray was stuffed with cigarette butts.

Hudson sat on the sofa, his body sinking deep into it.

He was wearing a wrinkled shirt with the collar open, his stubble had spread to his chin, and his hair was greasy and messy.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the crack in the window, but his gaze was unfocused.

It's been two months.

Two months ago, he was still standing in front of the command post of the space base.

Dressed in a white and green striped suit, he elegantly watched his army of clones march in formation.

At that time,

It is one of Hafk's largest shareholders.

He is the creator of Dark Star Fuel.

He is a ruthless player who can push a raven into the abyss without batting an eye.

But now?

Demoulins would rather bear the stigma of being a villain.

The raven's eyes were unusually calm.

That calm terrified him more than any anger.

"Get out...all of you get out..."

He growled hoarsely, but it was unclear who he was addressing.

He has driven everyone around him away.

H-1000s, H-47s, and H-800s were waiting outside, but he didn't want to see them.

The clones were exhausted, most of the Orion squad died, and many of the remaining members fled.

His painstakingly developed Dark Star Fuel Project has now completely collapsed!

He slowly lowered his head, looking at his slightly trembling hands.

"I shouldn't have lost..."

"I calculated everything... Demouland's weakness, the space station's malfunction, GTI's communications failure... I calculated everything, except for one thing..."

He didn't finish speaking.

He couldn't finish speaking.

Because he had overlooked too many things: Demulan's steadfastness, Geherus's betrayal, the Nameless's defection, and... the Raven's renewed lust.

The madman he created has now become the sharpest blade.

"Knock knock knock—"

A knock sounded on the door, very softly.

Hudson did not move.

"Get out of here."

"Sir, it's me."

The emotionless voice of H-1000 came from outside the door.

"Pierce Walker of GTI sent a message saying he has agreed to meet with Hafk's management."

"Mr. Jacob hopes you can also attend."

Hudson was silent for a moment, then suddenly grabbed a bottle next to him and smashed it against the wall.

"boom--"

Glass splattered everywhere, and dark liquid slowly trickled down the wallpaper.

Hudson coughed violently, each breath accompanied by the gurgling sound of asthma.

He clenched his fist so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force.

He quickly pulled the asthma inhaler out of his pocket, took a deep breath, and temporarily calmed the spasms in his lungs.

"......I see."

He said in a low voice, holding onto the back of the chair, and stood up with difficulty. He staggered to the window and suddenly pulled open the curtains.

A blinding light suddenly flooded in, and he instinctively squinted.

Outside the window, the landscape of the AZ3 campus is a grayish-yellow color.

Several soldiers in hazmat suits were patrolling in the distance; everything seemed to be operating normally.

"The world keeps turning... but my world has stopped."

He murmured to himself, his voice carrying a sense of realization.

He stood there for a long time, until his eyes adjusted to the light, before slowly loosening his grip on the curtains.

He turned around, walked to the filing cabinet in the corner of the room, opened the bottom drawer, and found a black combination lock suitcase inside.

He entered the password, the lid popped open, revealing a stack of well-preserved photos and a letter.

The photo shows two young faces: one is him, and the other is Raven from back then.

Both of them wore carefree smiles typical of young people.

At that time, they were still friends.

Hudson stared at the photo for a long time, then slowly closed the lid of the box.

"...I can't go back."

His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to thin air.

"But you can forget about going back to this world!"

He closed the drawer, locked the briefcase, then straightened up and straightened his shirt.

......

AZ3 core control room,

The cold light in the control room illuminated everything in perfect detail.

In front of the central control console, a figure was slightly hunched over, his fingertips flying across the virtual keyboard.

Nasir, one of the chief nuclear engineers at AZ3.

He was wearing a white lab coat with a Hafk security badge pinned to his collar.

A dense stream of data was jumping on the holographic screen.

He stopped typing, staring at a faint red warning signal at the edge of the screen, his brows slowly furrowing.

"...The third valve in the backup cooling circuit responded with a delay of 0.7 seconds."

He muttered to himself, his fingertips typing a few lines of commands on the keyboard to bring up the historical data of that valve.

"A malfunction? Or...?"

He didn't finish speaking, but his fingers were already hovering above the keyboard. After a moment's hesitation, he typed in a set of in-depth diagnostic commands.

Just then, the air behind him seemed to freeze.

A figure silently emerged from the shadows on the side of the control room.

Nasir did not turn around, but his fingertips stopped.

"I know you're there."

His voice was calm, carrying a familiar indifference.

The people behind him stopped.

The two were about ten steps apart.

The light cast Nasir's shadow forward, while another shadow pressed up from behind, meeting his shadow at the edge of the control panel.

"You haven't left yet?"

Nasir finally turned around.

Standing in front of him was a face exactly like his own.

They had the same short, gray-white hair, the same deep-set brow bones, and even the same wrinkles around their eyes.

Montchir!

His twin brother!

"Let me see how far you intend to go down this dead-end road."

Monchiel's voice was slightly lower than Nasir's.

Nasir did not respond immediately.

He turned around and flipped the holographic screen on the side of the console over, exposing the data streams to Monchiel.

"Look,"

He said his tone was as calm as if he were giving a public lecture.

"The reactor's operating status is slowly improving, and Dark Star Energy's output power has recovered to 87 percent of its design value."

"If we can complete the third phase of calibration—"

"if?"

Montchir interrupted him.

"You're still talking about 'what if'? Nasir, the core of this reactor is already on the verge of criticality."

"The so-called improvements you see are nothing more than piecing together a bowl that's about to break—"

"I've put it back together."

"You just made it look less fragmented!"

Monchiel took a step forward and pulled his hands out of his pockets.

"Third-stage calibration? Do you know how much energy that requires? If it fails, the entire Asara region will be blown to smithereens!"

Nasir met his gaze without flinching.

"That's better than letting it shut down completely. This land needs energy, Hafk..."

"Hafk?" Monchiel let out a cold laugh.

"You're still defending them? They're draining the blood of the Assara people to light their lamps, and you think that's progress?"

Nasir was silent for a moment, then slowly shook his head.

"Do you think I don't know?"

He spoke, his voice a few decibels lower than before.

"You think I don't know what Hafk has done?"

"I just want Asara to have a future!"

He turned around and placed his hands on the edge of the control panel.

Montchiel sneered and turned to leave.

"The future? To entrust Asara's future to Hafk? Better to be reborn from destruction! That is the true future!"

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