
by Rust Ink
Born of chaos, unto the forbidden. Ling Ling is eighteen. He walks into Seapolis with nothing—no family name, no patron, no money. Just fists forged by forbidden combat arts, and two awakened AIs living in his earpiece. He came for revenge. The last war took the guns. Now the real weapons are fists, money, and silence. In Seapolis, old colonial bloodlines still grip the underground. Foreign zaibatsu bleed every inch of concrete. Century-old syndicates weave webs no one escapes. Gangs carve up streets. Martial halls duel for blood and prestige. Politicians trade silence for power. And beneath it all, ancient martial arts collide with bleeding-edge tech. Ling Ling must find the source of the chaos—and destroy it. Structure note: This is not a linear power climb. Every side plot is a piece of the same board. Readers aren't chasing a cheap hit—they're assembling a puzzle. Every faction, every character, every thread converges on a single truth. There is no filler. Only chess moves.
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