Midnight. The Bureau's old archive wing.
Lu Feng stood alone among dust-covered shelves, holding a sealed folder marked:
> "Case X-EX: Forbidden Techniques – Classified Level Ω."
The folder had two names on it: Lin Qian and… Kai Lin.
She had left it for him. She had always planned for this.
He broke the seal.
Inside were pages of unspeakable truths:
Records of spirit extraction, experiments on living agents, and the names of Black Rose judges involved in the Soul Market.
But what chilled him most was a signature at the bottom of one page:
> "Authorized Override: Mirror Master – ID N0-7."
"The Mirror Master…" Lu Feng muttered. "He's the one truly running this."
And then, taped to the final page—a photograph.
Kai Lin, years younger, standing beside Lin Qian.
On the back, written in Kai Lin's hand:
> "If you're reading this, it means I'm gone. He's not just behind the system—he *is* the system."
> "Break the mirrors. Only then can truth be seen."
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Hours later, in the abandoned Tech Hall, Lu Feng gathered his allies.
- Chen Xi, rogue tech specialist.
- Zhao Ting, former records keeper turned whistleblower.
- Lin Yuan, once Kai Lin's second-in-command.
He placed the files before them.
"Mirror Master controls the Tribunal. He uses the system to erase people, rewrite history, and manipulate soul awakenings."
"We take down the mirrors," Lu Feng said. "We take down him."
"And Kai Lin?" Lin Yuan asked.
Lu Feng's voice turned steel.
"She gave me the key. I'm kicking down the door."
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Late that night, deep beneath the Bureau, Lu Feng found the Mirror Master's sanctum.
A hundred floating mirrors surrounded a glowing core.
And in the center, a man stood.
He looked exactly like Lu Feng.
> "Welcome," said his own face. "You finally came."
Lu Feng stared at himself—yet not himself.
The Mirror Master smiled. "I'm your reflection, perfected. The version who never hesitated. Who didn't fall in love."
"You're not me," Lu Feng growled.
"I'm what you *could* be. The Bureau's future."
"Then let's break the future."
Their chains clashed, and the mirrors began to shatter.