Apocalypse King: Recruiting S-Tier Beauties With My Ruler System

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March 17th, 20xx — 05:10 AM

Zone 3B-Δ – Rooftop

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Jiang Roulan hit the stairwell hard. Her shoulder struck first, then the rest of her body crumpled onto the rusted landing below. I didn’t need the system to tell me she was in critical condition. I’d seen people die enough times to recognise the signs.

But something in me didn’t break. It shifted.

Not grief, not rage.

Focus.

The Titan Marrow Sutra surged through my limbs like boiling oil moving beneath glass. Controlled. Contained. Waiting.

[Bond Alert: Jiang Roulan — Critical Status. Stabilisation Window: 06:59]