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Ryu’s expression slowly hardened as he lifted his head and inhaled deeply, sensing something unnatural in the air. Through his strange vision, the bustling pedestrians appeared ordinary, but the towering headquarters of Olympos Omni-Corp pulsed with a sickly purple aura that climbed high into the clouds like spreading poison. Realizing what it meant, Ryu quietly remarked that the false gods had never truly vanished—they had only hidden themselves behind wealth, power, and polished suits.