Chapter 542 – Old Greed, New Greed [Part 2]
He kicked Zoltarin square in the gut and sent him flying backward into a wall of debt-ridden glyphs. The sound it made was something between glass breaking and a dying scream from a failed business.
But Zoltarin absorbed the crash. Used the data surge to flip, land, and counter.
"Too slow."
He threw a spiral of canceled pensions like knives.
Lux ducked. Two missed. One grazed his cheek.
And again… back in the real world, blood trickled from his temple.
[Sync ratio: 97%. Minor facial wound.]
He clenched his jaw.
"You love this place so much," Lux growled, "you've forgotten what pain outside looks like."
"You talk too much."
Zoltarin lunged again.
Lux met him this time.
Blade to blade.
Data to data.
Their auras clashed, Greed clashing with Greed, ancient legacy against modern precision.
Lux was faster. Cleaner. He analyzed.
Zoltarin was dirtier. Cunning. He adapted.
