MasukEthan sat on his mattress, the dim light above him flickering, casting shifting shadows across the room. But none of that mattered anymore. The moment he saw “VIREX Technologies Pte. Ltd.” officially registered on the system dashboard, something deep inside him shifted.
He wasn’t just a bullied student anymore.
He was a CEO.
A future trillionaire.
Mission: Build a Team
Objective: Hire at least three key talents to begin operations. Reward: Personal Asset Upgrade + Advanced Tech License Suggestion: Recruit loyal, undervalued talent. Trust is more important than fame.Ethan opened his laptop and pulled up a few hiring platforms. But then he paused. Regular hiring wasn’t going to cut it. He needed people like him—talented but overlooked. People with fire. People with a reason to fight.
He opened a new document and jotted down three roles he needed urgently:
Chief Technical Officer (CTO) – someone to help build the A.I. framework.
Operations Manager – to run logistics and organize tasks.
Security Specialist – to protect his assets and system from digital threats.
But where would he find such people?
Then he remembered.
In his first-year computer science class, there was a guy named Felix Ong. Socially awkward, always buried in code, but brilliant. He’d once built an entire chatbot network that could pass as real people during conversation. The professor failed him because he didn’t follow the assignment instructions, but Ethan never forgot his work.
Ethan searched Felix’s name.
Found him.
Still in the university, second time repeating his year. Rumor had it he got expelled from the lab for hacking into the dean’s server “just to prove he could.”
Perfect.
Ethan copied his contact and sent a message.
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Hey Felix. It’s Ethan Reyes. We were in Intro to A.I. together a while back. I have a business proposal. Meet me tonight. I’ll cover dinner. Big opportunity. — E.
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He waited.
An hour passed. No reply.
Then at 8:44 p.m., a message came through.
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Ethan? The guy everyone used to call “Scrawny Spreadsheet”? Lol. Okay. Where?
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Ethan smirked. “Scrawny Spreadsheet.” That used to sting. Not anymore.
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Toast Republic Café. 9:30. Dress doesn’t matter.
—
At 9:25, Ethan walked into the café, now wearing a fitted black shirt, sleek pants, and a Tag Heuer watch he’d purchased the day before. Nothing too flashy—but enough to look like someone.
Felix showed up in a hoodie, sneakers, and with a half-worried, half-suspicious look on his face.
“Alright,” Felix said as he sat. “What’s this about? And how the hell did you afford that watch?”
Ethan slid a file across the table.
“VIREX Technologies. I’m the founder. You’re my first choice for CTO.”
Felix chuckled. “Is this a prank? Wait, are you running a crypto scam?”
“Not even close,” Ethan said. “I’ve got funding. I’ve got a system in place—literally. All I need is talent.”
Felix flipped through the printed proposal. As he read, his smirk faded.
“You want to build a real-time adaptive automation suite… from scratch?”
“Yes.”
“This isn’t a student project, man. This is multi-million-dollar stuff.”
“I know,” Ethan replied calmly. “That’s why I’ve allocated five million for the first phase. You’ll have full freedom, a state-of-the-art workspace, and twenty-five thousand monthly starting salary.”
Felix dropped the file.
“…Say that again?”
“Twenty-five thousand. Full equity options. And you’ll have access to proprietary tools no one else in the country can offer.”
Felix stared at him, silent. His eyes scanned Ethan, trying to find the joke.
But there was none.
Finally, he leaned back, arms folded.
“…If this is real, I’m in.”
“It’s real,” Ethan said. “Welcome to VIREX.”
—
By midnight, Felix was already drawing up development maps on his tablet. The guy was a genius. All he needed was someone to believe in him—and a damn good reason to fight.
Ethan provided both.
Next up: operations.
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The next morning, Ethan sat at the student lounge. He scrolled through student profiles, then paused at one in particular.
Vanessa Lim.
He remembered her. Bright, sharp-tongued, ambitious. Ran three student societies. Knew everyone, hated fake people, and was brutally efficient. Rumor was, she turned down a corporate internship because the manager hit on her.
Ethan clicked “Send Message.”
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Hi Vanessa. I’m hiring for an executive role in a tech startup. You’re the only candidate I want to speak to. Meet today?
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She replied six minutes later.
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You? Ethan Reyes? The quiet guy who failed his business proposal presentation because your slides wouldn’t load? What’s changed?
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Everything, Ethan replied.
—
They met at a mid-tier hotel restaurant in the city. Not too upscale, but far from cheap. Vanessa was impressed the moment she sat down.
“What’s this about, Reyes?” she asked. “You disappear for a month, then come back like some undercover billionaire.”
Ethan slid a tablet toward her, showing a detailed breakdown of VIREX’s early roadmap, funding structure, and hiring plan.
Her expression shifted quickly from playful to serious.
“I need someone to run the day-to-day. Scheduling. Staffing. Logistics. I focus on the strategy. Felix handles tech. You make the machine run.”
“And compensation?” she asked, arms folded.
“$15,000 monthly, 5% equity. You’ll be VP of Operations.”
Vanessa’s eyes narrowed. “And what makes you think I’ll say yes?”
Ethan smiled.
“Because you’re tired of being undervalued. Because you hate people who look down on you. And because you’re smart enough to see this is real.”
She didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she looked at him—truly looked.
Then she extended her hand.
“I’m in. But don’t waste my time, Reyes. If you crash, I’m not going down with you.”
“I won’t,” Ethan said, shaking her hand. “I’m going all the way up.”
—
By the end of the second day, Ethan had recruited two key talents. One remained: a security specialist.
The system pinged again.
Mission Progress: 2/3
Suggested Contact: Aiden Kane – former cybersecurity prodigy. Expelled. Arrested once. Brilliant. Dangerous. Status: Currently working underground jobs for rent money. Recommendation: Approach with caution.Ethan’s lips curled into a grin.
Perfect.
He was building an empire of the underestimated.
And soon, the world would realize—
They shouldn’t have ignored Ethan Reyes.
The city did not sleep.It pretended to—lights dimmed, streets quiet, shutters closed—but beneath the stillness, Garden City listened. After everything that had happened, sleep had become a performance, not a state. People lay on beds with eyes open, hands resting on radios that no longer crackled, on knives that had never been sharpened for show. The ground itself felt alert, as if it remembered learning how to fight back and hadn’t forgotten the lesson.Ethan stood on the upper maintenance balcony of Tower Seven, coat pulled tight against the night wind. Below him, the city stretched out in layered darkness, broken only by deliberate pinpricks of light—signal lamps placed not for illumination, but for coordination. Each one was manned. Each one watched another.The Whisper Team had gone quiet.That, more than anything, unsettled him.They had struck once already—fast, surgical, almost polite in the way only professionals could be. A relay sabotaged without collateral damage. A convo
Hi Everyone.I hope you are enjoying the second volume of the Who's The Loser Series.I will be taking the rest of the year off to celebrate the holiday season.Rest assured, I will be back at the new year to continue writing this book, among others.There will be more twists and turns along the way.And as always, your support, comments and feedback are always appreciated. Please leave a comment to let me know how I am doing with the story and how I can improve in the future.So until then, I wish you one and all a very blessed Christmas and a Happy New Year.Love,JDHWS
The first sign wasn’t sound. It was the absence of it.Garden City had settled into a fragile stillness after the chaos of the last hours — barricades half-rebuilt, towers dimmed, citizens stationed at windows like silent sentries. The Whisper Team had withdrawn deeper into the outer blocks after their failed incursion, their retreat too measured to be defeat. Everyone knew it. Whisper didn’t panic. Whisper repositioned.And somewhere between midnight and dawn, the air tightened into something brittle.Ethan felt it before he heard it. A pressure change, like the city was inhaling all at once. He stepped out onto the upper parapet with Jun at his back, looking down on a district holding its breath.“Too quiet,” Jun muttered.“Too organized,” Ethan replied.Below, Mira and Leah were directing evac routes from the tram-clinic steps. Alexander was kneeling over a transmitter, rewiring its core from scratch. Cira moved between groups with a slate full of messages she hadn’t had time to p
By dawn the fog over the eastern ridge had turned the color of old bruises. Smoke lay inside it, thin and bitter, tracing where the night had gone wrong.Whisper Team had slipped in under cover of that same fog hours earlier—shadows inside a larger shadow, pulse rifles shrouded, helmets fed by Dominion’s last clean satellite link. They had expected patterns they knew: frightened militia, scattered resistance, a city still learning how to wear its courage.Instead, the ground itself had moved.Now the fog hid bodies.Far below the ridge, in a culvert where the creek choked on rubble, a woman in matte-black armor lay half-submerged, visor cracked. A fiber line looped around her boot, leading back to an innocuous box that had once powered a tram signal. It had detonated when her boot crossed it, not like a mine—louder, angrier. The blast had been calculated not to shred but to throw, hurling her into the culvert where the water swallowed her screams. The city had learned to disarm withou
The echoes of the answering strike had not faded when the night split open again — not with gunfire, not with explosions, but with something stranger. Something heavier. Something deliberate.Whisper Team, already shaken by the counterattack they had not anticipated, froze in the skeletal remains of the old north transit hub. Their formation — normally silent, fluid, predatory — faltered for the first time since the operation began.And in that hesitation, the city breathed.A low rumble rolled under the streets, like the shifting of an ancient stone giant. Windows trembled. Dust drifted from old beams. Somewhere in the south quarter, a child woke and whispered to her mother, “Is the earth angry?”No one had an answer.But Ethan did.He felt the vibration before his mind even processed the sound. His instincts — sharpened through every siege, every betrayal, every night he’d fought to rebuild something worth living in — told him exactly what it was.“They’re forcing us out,” Mira said
The masked stranger vanished into the city’s skyline as if the rooftops themselves had swallowed them whole. No footstep echoes. No flutter of fabric. No trail. Only the faintest tremor of a loose sheet of metal still vibrating where they had last touched down.Ethan stood at the rooftop’s edge, staring into the direction the stranger had gone, his breath still uneven from the fight with Whisper Team. Jun paced behind him, muttering curses under his breath as he checked the magazine of his rifle. Mira kept her blade drawn, eyes narrowed in suspicion. Alexander’s portable jammer still hissed and sparked at his feet.Only Lorren, bruised and staring at nothing, seemed unable to accept what had just unfolded.“Whisper Team doesn’t retreat,” he whispered to himself. “They don’t pull back. Not unless—”“Outmatched?” Jun snapped. “Looks like somebody just spooked the empire’s favorite boogeymen.”Lorren shook his head sharply. “No. Outmatched is one thing. But Whisper Team is doctrinally in







