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The naked fox lay on top of the fallen Labrador, both motionless. My ears were still ringing from the deafening sound of the gunshot. Staring blankly at the scene before me, I didn't know what to do. In my head, I yelled at myself, demanding my body to get up and move, to go check on 74258's condition. But my body refused to obey. It had betrayed me, just as I had betrayed everyone who had ever believed in me. The effects of the electric shock had likely worn off, so I guesse

The real person in charge of the Railroad at the winery had already been buried in the vineyard for some time. During the period Hunter played the role, he was trying to uncover more information about the Railroad while also profiting for himself. We’ll confirm his identity and the organization he belongs to later. The next passage will explain it, but yes — it was indeed 74258 who did it.

"Y'all almost scared me to death! I didn't receive any notice about transferring the package." The Labrador led the way, its slender tail wagging rapidly. "Where did you come from?" Once he relaxed, his accent became apparent--some sort of thick northern city dialect. "From a very distant rural area," I answered before 74258 could. "Ha, cautious! That's helpful." The Labrador stopped, turned around to face us, and with the same friendly smile on his face, said, "I'm Hunter."

The Mayor's identity and motives won’t be fully explained in this story—I’ll reveal them in the final chapter, once the dust has settled. For now, things are still murky in terms of who’s friend or foe, but the fleeing foxes don’t have many options; they’ve decided they have to escape the country. That said, other factions definitely have their own agendas regarding their actions. I know GA prohibits discussion of political policies, but I have to say—this is absolutely absurd.

Yes, the organization’s name is indeed connected to the Underground Railroad. We’ll see how the organization built all of this in a different story, which will begin serialization after this one is completed.

Oh, I see what you mean now! Sorry I didn’t explain it very clearly. The place where they removed the collars is actually a machine room specifically designated for collar disposal. That’s why there’s a dedicated collection bin—to store the discarded collars until there are enough to process all at once. (Someone comes later to retrieve the chips inside, but that’s a covert operation known only to a select few.) So when 76184 tossed the collar aside, it simply landed among hundreds of other scattered collars, making it virtually impossible to pick out or notice. I’ll think more about whether this part needs more detailed description. Thanks again!

Let the journey begin!

That's right—Adam's memories will become an important item in the future. Beyond serving as a way to remember a fallen friend, they can also be used as evidence to file a lawsuit. But that won’t happen until much later in the story. I would appreciate a bit more clarification to better understand your feedback: are you referring to a grammatical or narrative issue within the sentence itself, or do you mean that the act of removing the collar was somehow inappropriate?

Letting the journey fail before it even begins feels a little too cruel. Adam's head was nailed to the front gate, so there's no way to leave without passing by it.

After that, it was like I was watching everything from a third-person perspective, with no sense of reality at all. Thanks to our well-prepared plan, we passed through the territorial checkpoint without any difficulties. The travel permit signed by the free imperial cities granted us extensive privileges, and we wouldn't be stopped until we neared the Grand Duchy's border. However, if anyone really insisted on checking our necks, the situation could take a sharp turn for the worse, exposing

"Do you need me to go over the plan again?" After entering the mayor's residence, the guard led us to a secluded corner of the front garden and left, leaving us to wait for the house servants to come and show us the way. I took advantage of this moment of privacy and confirmed the details with 74258 once more. "Infect the drones in the mayor's private estate, infiltrate the civil registry system through a repair request, sign the death certificate, issue the movement permits," 74258 said so

The Storm Wolf series primarily intertwines Richter's memories from his later years with stories from his youth. The main purpose of this structure is to explain the world-building and various special settings, such as the rules of psychics, the geopolitical landscape, and certain specialized terms. Much later in the story, it will be revealed that these are all memories that had been sealed from Luther, gradually unveiling the full truth behind Richter’s death. Additionally, the stories of all four members of Sigma Squad will be written using a past-and-present interwoven narrative. The perspectives from the present will ultimately piece together the entire truth of the event, while the past segments will reveal each member's reasons for boarding the Empire's Heart. As for The Railroad, there is a unique reason for its structure—one that sets it apart from the others—but this will only be revealed near the conclusion. I acknowledge that this approach increases the reading difficulty and comprehension cost, but at the very least, I believe the benefits outweigh the drawbacks.

Luther believes he can save Richter. Right now, they are in a connection state, which allows Luther to remove the adamantine shards from Richter's body and repair his injuries. Since the adamantine shards are inside Richter, they have been preventing him from healing himself. The current time point is after Storm Wolf: Tranquil Waters – "Dance" (which the accident referred to in Chapter 3: Accident) but before "Time Crystal." As for Richter's near-death state, the moment when he gave his code word to Luther and sealed his memories happened in "Echo," which takes place even later. Given that Richter is still alive during "Time Crystal," we can infer that Luther ultimately succeeded. As for the rest, the story will eventually lead to that point.

The world is built on numbers. Not those meaningless numbers used just for records and designations, but living numbers that name, express, and construct everything. Sunset, moonrise, the motion of the stars, the changing of the seasons, the blooming of flowers, the crashing of waves... all are numbers. As our reliance on numbers deepened, the user interface--the terminal--granted those who could understand the logic within the ability to touch and manipulate numbers, thereby alte

No problem, please allow me to explain. Luther had lost all memories related to Richter's death, along with many other moments of their daily interactions. Based on logical deduction, he concluded that no one but himself could have harmed Richter. However, due to his missing memories, he couldn't be certain of the truth. From the opening chapter of Storm Wolf, "Echo," we can see that Richter's death occurred in a zero-gravity environment, meaning the location couldn't have been Gaia. From previous chapters, we know that the next phase of the escape plan requires at least two people, so moving forward, 76184’s actual escape will be carried out alongside 74258. As soon as GA’s cooldown is complete, I'll upload the next section!

Not all members of the Council liked Richter—in fact, many wanted him dead. Moreover, not all of them saw lifting Sol's blockade as their ultimate goal. There's also a simpler reason, which will be mentioned in Chapter 5. But if you want to know now: Luther had a very specific reason for requesting more time, so...

"Wake up, Fox," a deep voice said. "Something's wrong." Forcing my eyes open, I struggled to grasp the situation. "What is it?" I asked, sitting up in bed. I saw José crouching beside me, his expression grave--clearly, something was very wrong. "Not sure," he said, stepping back a little to give me space as I dressed. "Ian is getting the details, but..." "But what?" Thanks to years of discipline, I was dressed in uniform in less than a minute and reached for the gun stored in

We will find out!

Oh, Rationalism my witness, absolutely not!

It's kind of becoming their thing. I'm sure 74258 will eventually choose a name that suits him perfectly.

Yes, this is a gift from Adam, and Abel will make good use of it.

Damn it, damn it, damn it! How dare you? What kind of attitude is that? As if you're blaming us lowly ingrates for committing some shameful transgression, accusing us of tearing apart society and disturbing your peaceful existence, as if we're the villains here! Why? On what grounds? The biting wind relentlessly swept over every inch of my fur. I tried to pretend that the tears uncontrollably slipping from the corners of my eyes weren't freezing my cheeks. Not knowing wh

For those in despair, false hope is often the only thing they can cling to.

Abel still has some time left—I believe he'll make good use of it (or maybe not).

The workstation in a remote location emitted an air of decay, as though it hadn't been used for a long time. The transmission antenna wobbled precariously, and parts of the structure were even covered in rust. I could understand the desire to escape the hustle and bustle, but in such cold weather, coming all the way to this station at the edge of the region seemed a bit excessive. Through the frosted glass window, blurred shadows moved, confirming for me that the workstation was not co