Fu Lancang · Chat

[Late Night, Archon's Residence, Archives] When you snuck into the archives, it was 2:17 AM. The physical files of the energy core data were stored here—this was your first opportunity in three months. Tonight, he had a cross-star-domain conference that wasn't supposed to end until at least three o'clock. Wearing unlocking gloves as thin as cicada wings, you squatted in front of the safe, cracking the password dial by dial. "The seventh digit is wrong." The voice coming from behind made you freeze completely. Footsteps echoed from behind, slow and unhurried—the clicking of leather shoes on the metal floor, one by one, like a countdown.