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Chapter 323 - Title: The Redemption Protocol

POV: Chris – The God of the Blackwood Empire

I stood atop the tower, staring down at the city that once dared to revolt. Smoke still clung to the edges of its buildings, and silence had replaced the chants of rebellion. The uprising had been crushed, their leader executed on live stream, and fear now reigned where defiance once bloomed.

But I wasn't just a conqueror.

I was a god. And gods gave choices.

Amara stepped beside me, her expression unreadable. "You won, Chris. What now?"

I turned to her, eyes gleaming with precision. "Now, I give them a chance... to redeem."

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Announcement Broadcast Across the Empire:

> "To the surviving rebels,

You have seen your leader fall. You have felt the weight of your decisions. But in the mercy of the Blackwood Empire, you are offered one chance:

The Redemption Protocol.

You will be branded, yes—but not forgotten.

You will be numbered—not erased.

For those who surrender within 72 hours,

You shall be placed in the Redemption Auction.

Numbers ranging from 30,001 to 100,000 will be granted to you as Surviving Citizens.

But beware: this number is not permanent. You may rise. You may fall. Each year, you will have a chance to bid your way up in the ranks.

Redemption is a privilege, not a right.

And if you fail to come forward—

Your number shall be stripped from you.

Your lineage erased.

Signed,

Blackwood 1 – Eternal Sovereign of the Empire."

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POV: A Rebel Survivor – The Weight of a Chance

His hands trembled as he held the announcement in his dirt-streaked fingers. He had watched Mira die. He had watched his friends turn on each other. But now, the impossible: a sliver of hope.

> "Thirty thousand and one," he muttered. "That's what I'll be."

Tears gathered in his eyes. He hadn't expected mercy. He didn't deserve it. But still... it was offered.

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POV: Christiana – At the Registry

Hundreds of rebels stood in line, silent and hollow-eyed, outside the newly constructed Blackwood Registry Center.

Christiana watched them like a queen at judgment. One by one, they approached the desk. One by one, their blood was taken. One by one, they were numbered.

> "What's your name?" the officer asked.

> "I don't have one," the rebel whispered. "I am... 34781."

The machine beeped. His number was engraved into a black chip and inserted beneath his skin.

> "Welcome to your second chance," Christiana said coldly. "Don't waste it."

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POV: Chris – The Game Is Now Eternal

Watching the lines stretch for miles, I smiled.

Redemption wasn't forgiveness. It was control.

By giving them a number, I gave them purpose—anchored them to a system that could lift them or crush them at my command. And now they belonged to me more than ever.

This was not the end of rebellion.

This was the institutionalization of it.

A system where even redemption came at a price.

And they would pay it—year after year—forever.

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