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One Cyctopus swam through the bioluminescent labyrinth of OctaTech, his tentacles leaving shimmering trails in his wake. Known for his daring and adventurous spirit, he had always been the first to dive into danger, the one who miraculously wrangled success out of chaos. Tonight, the mission was simple—a covert retrieval of a crucial data chip from a Chromajelly outpost. As he glided past sensor arrays and guard drones, his resourcefulness shone through every hack and lockpick. Just as he secured the chip, he felt a chill—a lurking presence. Wraith? Leading with confidence, he initiated a decoy protocol. The success came at a cost—a slice of light wavered off his cybernetic limb, a cruel reminder that in this neon-soaked underworld, even the best weren't invincible.