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Chapter 4 The Hacker
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2025-08-06 19:47:14It took Ethan two days to track down Aiden Kane.
Unlike Felix or Vanessa, Aiden didn’t have a student record, business page, or even social media. His online presence was scrubbed so clean it was suspicious in itself. But the Trillionaire System was anything but ordinary.
Locating individual…
Cross-referencing facial scans from campus CCTV, public records, and police databases… Match Found: Aiden Kane Current Occupation: Freelance penetration tester (illegal contracts) Last seen: Unit #17, 4th Floor, Coral Industrial Building, Geylang Risk Level: Moderate Threat Level: High (if provoked)Ethan looked at the location. A run-down tech repair building in one of the city’s grimiest corners.
Perfect place for someone who didn’t want to be found.
He grabbed his new jacket, tucked his phone into his inner pocket, and headed out.
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Coral Industrial Building – 10:43 p.m.
The place looked like it hadn’t seen a proper renovation in 30 years. Flickering hallway lights. Peeling walls. Damp air filled with a faint buzz of soldering irons and old fan motors.
Ethan climbed the stairs instead of using the rickety lift.
Unit #17’s door was slightly ajar. Inside, loud techno music blared behind stacked monitors and LED-lit rigs. The room smelled like instant noodles, sweat, and heat from overworked CPUs.
A shirtless guy with sharp cheekbones, wild black hair, and cyberpunk tattoos sat at the center of it all—surrounded by five screens showing what looked like live security feeds of a nearby casino.
Ethan knocked once on the metal door.
The music stopped instantly.
Aiden turned around, his eyes scanning Ethan with cold calculation.
“You lost, rich boy?” he said flatly. “This isn’t where you buy NFTs.”
Ethan stepped in calmly.
“I’m not here to buy anything. I’m here to offer you a job.”
Aiden raised an eyebrow.
“Do I look like someone who fills out HR forms?”
“No forms,” Ethan replied. “Just a system you’d never dream of cracking—and a mission that’ll put every tech CEO in the country on their knees.”
Aiden leaned back, curious but not convinced.
“Go on.”
“I’m building an A.I. automation firm—VIREX Technologies. Fully funded. Cutting-edge. We’re going to disrupt everything from logistics to law enforcement systems.”
“And?”
“I need someone who can break firewalls, fight corporate espionage, and secure an infrastructure no one even knows exists yet. In return—$20,000 a month. Plus profit share. And your own red-room lab.”
Aiden didn’t blink.
“You tracked me here. So either you’re bluffing… or you’re connected.”
He turned back to his monitors, tapped a few keys, and smirked.
“You’re not bluffing. I just ran your bank statement. Ten million in clean liquidity. Damn.”
Ethan smirked. “Illegal.”
“So is 90% of what I do. I’m still breathing.”
Aiden stood, cracked his knuckles, and faced him.
“I’ll join. But one condition.”
“Name it.”
“I work alone. No team lectures. No company retreats. No mandatory fun.”
Ethan extended a hand.
“Agreed. But when I call, you pick up.”
Aiden shook it.
“Fine. Let’s break the world, Reyes.”
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✅ Mission Complete: Build a Team
Reward Unlocked: Personal Asset Upgrade + Advanced Tech LicenseAsset Upgrade: Dorm room converted to private luxury condo (fully furnished)
License: Access granted to exclusive R&D tools and predictive market algorithm
🔓 New Mission: Begin Phase One
Objective: Launch VIREX publicly within 10 days Requirements: Office setup, branding, prototype demo, soft launch campaign Reward: National Visibility Boost + System Evolution UnlockEthan received a new notification from his bank.
Another $5 million released from the system’s internal reserve. This one marked:
Business Operations Fund – Phase One
He couldn’t help but laugh.
Ten days to go from secret company to public launch.
Most startups took years.
He had the Trillionaire System—and a team of elite misfits with everything to prove.
The world wouldn’t know what hit it.
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