Ethan 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.
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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.”
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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.
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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.”
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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 meeting was over, but the echoes of Ethan’s words still hung in the air like the scent of fresh gunpowder after a battle. The boardroom had become his battlefield, and he had walked away victorious. Still, Ethan knew that one victory was never the war itself—it was only the opening move.He stepped out of the sleek corporate building, sunlight spilling over his face, but his mind was far from the warmth of the day. His phone buzzed twice in quick succession.[Incoming Call: Unknown Number]He hesitated for a second, then answered.“Ethan Reyes,” he said.A low, controlled voice responded, “You don’t know me, but I know you. I watched what you did in there today.”Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “And who exactly are you?”“Let’s just say… someone who dislikes the same people you do. We should meet. Tonight. The Haven, 9 PM.”The line went dead before Ethan could respond.By the time the sun dipped below the skyline, Ethan was already dressed for the meeting. The Haven was no ordinary restau
The evening lights of the city glimmered like fallen stars scattered across the earth. Ethan stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of his penthouse, the warm amber glow of the room contrasting with the cool blue cityscape beyond. In his hand, a glass of sparkling water reflected the flickering light from the chandelier above. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind—investment deals finalized, enemies quietly dismantled, and whispers of his rising influence spreading like wildfire.But Ethan knew better than to bask too long in comfort. The higher one climbed, the more visible they became. And visibility invited danger.The Trillionaire System’s voice echoed in his mind, calm and mechanical.[Host’s current net worth: $3.7 billion.] [Daily passive income: $4.3 million.] [Warning: Unknown entities are monitoring your activities.]Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly at the last line. “Unknown entities… How many?” he asked under his breath.[Four confirmed. Two suspected. None have yet made a
The rhythmic hum of Ethan’s new luxury sedan was almost hypnotic as it rolled down the city’s neon-lit streets. The city never truly slept, but tonight felt different. The air was heavier. Charged. As if something unseen was watching.He glanced at the dashboard. The Trillionaire System’s interface glowed faintly on his phone screen, displaying fluctuating numbers and real-time business analytics. Stocks, crypto assets, property valuations—it was all going up. His net worth had skyrocketed again overnight. Yet, his mind wasn’t at peace.“System,” he said quietly, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. “Why do I feel like I’m being followed?”[ALERT: Unidentified surveillance detected in proximity. Source: Unknown.]Ethan’s jaw tightened. So it wasn’t just paranoia. Someone was actually tailing him.He slowed the car slightly and took an unexpected turn into a narrow side street—a little trick his late-night Grab driving days had taught him. In the rearview mirror, a dark SUV follo
Ethan didn’t bother to listen to the lecture that morning. The professor’s voice faded into background noise, replaced by the cold yet oddly reassuring tone of the Trillionaire System in his head.[Advanced Negotiation Skill unlocked: All persuasion attempts gain a +50% success rate when backed by facts, leverage, or money.] [Additional Bonus: You can instinctively sense your opponent’s hidden fears during conversations.]The corners of Ethan’s lips curved slightly. This isn’t just a skill, he thought. It’s a weapon.As the class ended, he walked out with deliberate calm. His mind was already focused on his next move. The incident with Lance had given him sudden, explosive visibility, but fame alone was useless if it didn’t translate into tangible power. The System seemed to read his mind.[New Opportunity Detected: Acquisition of Focal Point Café chain.] [Estimated Cost: $3.2 million.] [Potential Profit: $15 million within 12 months.] [Special Condition: The negotiation must take
The sun had barely risen, but the campus was already alive with the chatter of students. Groups huddled near the cafeteria, gossiping about the most recent scandal—a certain senior who had been caught plagiarizing his thesis—but none of them knew that today, a far bigger storm was brewing.Ethan walked into the university gates with a calm, unreadable expression. To the average eye, he seemed unchanged—still the quiet nerd in worn-out sneakers and a faded hoodie. But beneath that calm exterior, an entirely different man was taking shape. His phone buzzed softly in his pocket, a reminder from the Trillionaire System:[Daily Investment Yield: $12,417,890 credited to account.] [Special Mission Available: Humiliate Your Bully – Reward: Advanced Negotiation Skill + $5,000,000]The system’s voice, cold yet oddly encouraging, lingered in his head. “Opportunities don’t wait, host. Neither should you.”He didn’t need to be told twice.As he headed toward his lecture hall, Ethan’s eyes caught
Rain fell in rhythmic sheets over the skyline, smearing neon reflections across Ethan’s penthouse windows. The world outside buzzed with chaos—headlines, political upheavals, financial tremors. Yet inside, everything was eerily calm.Ethan stood alone in his private command center, the System projecting holographic streams of data midair. Three of his top recruits—Javier, Lin Mei, and Elijah—were integrating rapidly. New wings of VIREX were forming, each more powerful than the last.But tonight wasn’t about expansion.It was about a whisper.A ghost name.The Phantom Syndicate.It started as a rumor.A forgotten comment from Javier: “Even the Coalition fears someone. They call it the Phantom Syndicate.”Ethan dismissed it at first—until the System flagged repeated mentions buried in encrypted global financial records, darknet dropboxes, and redacted government leaks. No hard proof. Just a pattern.But the deeper he looked, the more he saw one thing clearly:Wherever the Phantom Syndic