©Novel Buddy
Previous chapter:
Chapter 55
Next chapter:
Chapter 57
PREVIEW
... t differently.
Huddled in their gray concrete blocks, the people flinched as the broadcast crackled through worn down speakers. It could be them one day, that was a reminder.
To the King, these souls were less than human—vermin, kept alive only as "insurance" for his whims.
They were nothing more than tools—disposable, interchangeable, and ultimately worthless. Their lives held no weight, their deaths even less. Decades ago, when a rival station dared to challenge his rul ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE






























