Old Duck

Book 6. They called it orientation. He remembers it as the room with straps. Chungho once prayed like a human being. Then the Autarchy put him under their light-broke his back, rewired his faith, and left him with wings. Now he hunts the doctors and architects who turned prayer into a weapon and called it progress. In a rain-rotted city built on obedience, his revenge becomes something stranger: a descent into the ruins of his own soul. Each name he crosses off brings him closer to the truth behind Protocol: Gospel-and to the monstrous grace rising inside him. But the more he kills, the more the wings wake. And in their shadow he must face a question no machine or messiah can answer: can a man still deliver us from evil when he's the one delivering it? Dark, lyrical, and unflinching, Old Duck is a modern myth of faith mutilated by science-part noir thriller, part spiritual horror, part prayer whispered through broken glass.