by Dipjay
The world didn’t end—it slipped.Beneath a fractured sky, strangers panic as a voice makes an offer. Someone accepts. Something answers.While others lose control, he observes.Because this isn’t chaos—it’s a pattern.And in a world watched by unseen beings, survival won’t belong to the strongest—but to the one who understands the rules first.
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