The World Had Rules

Luo Jian stood before the vast wall of screens, each flickering with streams of encrypted code and system diagnostics. His fingers curled into fists as his gaze scanned the impossible.

The data didn’t lie. But it didn’t make sense either.

Messages appeared from nowhere, encrypted files altered without any traceable access. Reports contradicted themselves. Intrusions logged, then denied. Layers of his digital fortress unraveled like mist.

Someone was inside. And they were hunting him.

He turned sharply to his analysts. "We’re being played," he growled, his voice controlled but taut with fury. "Find the traitor."

The team scrambled, peeling back firewalls, dissecting every byte of code. But every trace led nowhere. No digital footprint. No signatures. Just echoes.

The world had rules, Luo Jian reminded himself. Data could be traced. Secrets could be uncovered. That’s how he’d built his empire.

But this? This was something else.

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