The silver-steel-steel badge in Frank’s palm felt cool, dense, and remarkably heavy.
It was roughly the size of a standard commercial builder ID card. But its surface was milled with the impossible care of single-crystal metalworking.
Around its edges, tiny laser-etched fiducial marks caught the clean mountain sunlight. It flashed in rainbow-bright rainbow spectra.
On the front, below his user name, the laser-etched black letters stood out with stark clarity:
[JIUZHOU MORTAL SECTOR: ROOT ADMINISTRATOR / 0 FLAWS]
A semi-clear cyan confirmation box unfolded before Frank’s eyes, floating between the card and his chest.
Frank turned the metal badge over in his fingers. He tested the spring tension of the heavy alligator clip riveted to the back.
SNAP. SNAP.
