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The progress bar didn't crawl; it raced. Within seconds, his room began to hum. A low, rhythmic vibration rattled his keyboard. Suddenly, the screen didn't just show the game—it bled green light.

Aleksei reached out to touch the monitor, and his hand passed through the glass like water. With a sudden thwip , a grappling hook latched onto his desk lamp and pulled him headfirst into the digital void. TMNT LejupielДЃdД“t datorspД“li

Aleksei looked up. Standing there, spinning a pair of nunchucks with dizzying speed, was Michelangelo. Next to him, Leonardo was peering through binoculars at a Technodrome-style tower rising over a pixelated version of the Daugava River. The progress bar didn't crawl; it raced