Chapter 9: A Game of Ghosts
In a locked vault beneath the Verdant Dominion's eastern research division, Lucien stood alone before a dead system.
A spherical chamber. Walls made of memory-reactive alloy. No light source — yet every line of code etched into the black metal pulsed like living thought.
This was Vault Zero, a relic from before the World War. And Lucien had just decrypted its seal.
He placed one hand on the obsidian console.
> Memory Chain Engaged.
Ghost Protocol: ACTIVE.
Welcome, Lucien Valtore.
Twelve digital flames blinked to life, flickering around him in a perfect circle.
AI ghosts.
They spoke all at once — whispers in a dozen dead languages, fragmenting then reconstructing meaning:
> "Another child… like him…"
"He came before you. The silver-eyed one. Cyras Vale."
"You both carry the same fracture in fate."
"But you see from behind the veil. He sees through it."
Lucien remained still, analyzing every byte of response.
The system recognized both him and Cyras as "echoes." Echoes of what? He wasn't sure yet — but the deeper truth was close.
> "Do you seek control?" one ghost asked. "Or understanding?" said another.
Lucien's voice was calm.
"I seek authorship."
The room pulsed. Something changed. As if the system had been waiting for that answer.
> "Then you must play the game he left behind."
A new console rose from the floor — projecting a world map.
Not the current one.
A future version — possible, probable, malleable.
At the top was a phrase etched in golden code:
"THE GHOST GAME — 12 MOVES TO SHAPE THE WORLD"
Lucien narrowed his eyes.
Twelve blank spaces. Twelve turns. Whoever completed the sequence would reshape global systems forever — without lifting a sword.
One move had already been made.
> [1] Collapse Galtien Empire — by Anonymous.
Lucien smiled faintly.
"So the game's already started."
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Elsewhere…
Cyras Vale closed a book that didn't exist on any archive.
A whisper crossed the room, carried by an artificial wind.
> "He's entered Vault Zero."
Cyras looked at the mechanical owl on his shoulder.
"Good," he said. "He's smarter than I thought. The real moves begin now."
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