Chapter 160 – 88.8 Billion
Lux didn't speed.
He didn't have to.
The world around him moved slow—sluggish from late-night traffic and too much perfume.
His thoughts were spinning.
88.8 billion soul credits.
That bounty still burned behind his eyes like a neon migraine. It wasn't the number, really. It was the message. A price like that wasn't about payment. It was a declaration. A warning. A flashing sign hung across the underworld that screamed 'This man isn't supposed to exist anymore.'
That was new.
And messy.
And deeply, deeply annoying.
He turned onto the private lane toward the Sovereign Grand Hotel, tires kissing pavement smooth as sin. The massive glass tower loomed above, decadent and pretentious and fully comped by a loyalty program he never signed up for.
He parked.
Helmet off. Gloves stored. No theatrics.
