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Worm.Exe

Pendoragon
In a ruined world dominated by machine-born monsters called Worms, survival is earned, not given. These mechanical anomalies roam the wastelands—some hunt, some protect, and others exist beyond human comprehension. They were never meant to exist. But one ancient code—Worm.exe—birthed them all. Orion, a foul-mouthed, reckless genius once enslaved in a Worm assembly plant, finds his freedom during a catastrophic Calamity attack. In the chaos, he bonds with a dormant Bastion-class Worm—something no one has done in decades. With a knack for engineering and a hatred for chains, Orion escapes into the wasteland with a new goal: Rebuild the world his way—or watch it burn trying. As he fights through corrupted cities, tyrannical Wormlords, and merciless Hunters, Orion uncovers secrets buried beneath iron and ash. From rogue hackers who worship Worms as gods to factions who exploit the SYNC system for power, every step brings him closer to the truth: The Worms aren’t just machines. They’re evolving. And something wants them all to awaken.
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