Chapter 81: Resurrection (2)
A massive Erosion Domain had consumed the center of Babel.
At the heart of that crimson-black abyss, the city of Seoul lay frozen in time.
Like a moment from the Great Cataclysm a century ago, cut out and taxidermied for eternity—MK Corporation’s skyscrapers still reached for the heavens.
But their windows were hollow, like lifeless eyes, and the hologram ads that once dazzled the city had halted in place like faded phantoms.
Inside the display panels, AI anchors held perfect smiles as they stared silently into the void.
The streets were empty now, no more crowds rushing through the smog.
Only gas masks, likely carrying their final breaths, lay scattered across the cold asphalt.
Between high-tech buildings, old alleyways hung like shadows—more wretched than ever.
Those who had fled into virtual reality now lay sprawled lifeless, their VR rigs cold and abandoned.
It was a perfectly dead city, drained of even the faintest warmth.
In this landscape of stillness, only one place registered any motion:
The main server room—the birthplace of MK Corporation’s transcendent AI.