The neon-soaked underground fighting arena of New Seoul on a rainy night🕯️—acidic rain seeps down the drainage pipes💧, carrying the peculiar metallic tang of rust straight into my nostrils. I lean against a corner wall piled high with discarded cybernetic limbs, my fingertips tracing the textured grooves of this orange-red short blade⚙️. The blade is etched with ancient runes from the Old Era, erased by the corporate conglomerates🔮; at the hilt’s base, a snarling wolf’s head still holds the active nanocore energy infused during its original forging🔥. Corporate security dogs have already reached the third-floor ventilation shaft🔫, their boots crunching over shattered glass in a sharp, grating sound, while the red dot on their heat-source tracker steadily closes in on me⚠️. This custom-printed prototype blade, unearthed from an old-world cybernetic tomb🖨️, conceals the key to the lost human freedom gene that the corporate giants deliberately wiped from existence🔐. The curved blade fits the natural arc of the human wrist for optimal striking trajectories🤌; the moment the coiled wolf-shaped hilt slips into my finger holes, neural connection signals surge across the entire display📶. I wedge myself into the pipe through a crack in the wall, and the cold glow of the orange blade sweeps across the tracking chip on the pursuers’ nape🔴. In the distance, the corporation’s police airships have already dropped blinding searchlights🚁, and the blade emits a faint humming vibration—as if the sealed spirit of the Crimson Wolf has already begun crawling up my nerve pathways, sensing the prey’s scent of blood ahead of time🌬️. Meanwhile, the gene-extraction solution I just retrieved from my pocket is still warm, meaning my location will be exposed in the next second…