As expected, the challenger's letter from the outsider stirred up a wave among the corporate giants at the top.
Beneath the seemingly placid yet brutal daily routine, dark, murky currents began to surge. Whether it was the quietly added cameras on street corners, bugs hidden in household appliances, or the strange figures and watchers that occasionally appeared among towering buildings and shadowy alleys... an airtight net had already been cast over the entire city.
Beneath the Holy City, within a vast expanse, a colossal brain soaking in nutrient solution silently extended its perception through the connections surrounding it, reaching up to the Sky Dome above the Holy City and overlooking every abnormal symptom.
Thinking, analyzing, summarizing.
Reaching conclusions.
Then ruthlessly snuffing out every budding disaster at its root.
Countless thoughts operated in parallel within that aberrant brain, uploading report after report before countless orders were issued.
Corporate private armies swept through the streets, drowning one organization after another that tried to cause trouble in blood and gunfire. The corporate giants did not even bother concealing this power. Instead, they openly displayed it for all to see.
Like a monster with a hundred hands, a thousand eyes, and countless incarnations, it cast its shadow over the entire city, contemptuously mocking this overconfident resistance and challenge.
They had not expected the so-called Santa Claus to step forward and declare war on them.
Nor were they in any hurry to find the rat hiding in the granary.
They merely tightened the encirclement at an unhurried pace, cutting away signs of abnormality bit by bit, drawing the chains tighter time and again, waiting for the rat to expose itself.
But regrettably, no matter how relentlessly they investigated and uncovered organization after organization lurking in the shadows, no matter how many cases they solved, Santa