They were using the oxygen taxes to systematically starve the lower classes and
tag them as mutants. They were culling them and turning their very souls into gasoline for their war machines.
A sudden sharp ping echoed in Sebastian's mind.
[Warning: Admin Suspicion Spiking.] [Admin Suspicion: 5%]
Sebastian gasped and staggered backward while clutching his chest.
His physical body was reacting violently to the sheer unadulterated rage boiling inside his mind. He wasn't just annoyed anymore. He wasn't just acting like a pragmatic survivor. His latent killing intent was so absolute and so conceptually terrifying that it was actively leaking through his spoofed ID!
The server was registering the murderous intent of a Demigod trying to claw its way out of a Level 42 grunt's body.
"Hey, Trent, you good man?" Rix asked looking alarmed. "You're shaking."
"I'm fine," Sebastian gritted out and squeezed his eyes shut.
