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Apparently, it was three generations old and was taking up valuable storage space. But to the Federation, it was completely new technology. At the very least, it was completely alien. The Chief Engineer was fully baffled by it all. He brought up their technical schematics on his datapad and reviewed it as best he could. As far as he could tell, the Blackmass Unit was simply a fancy battery that never ran out of charge. Or rather, it would take hundreds of years for it to run out of energy, if not thousands. On top of that, the Blackmass Unit was easy to recharge - they simply needed to reconnect to the local system’s dyson sphere directly.

He was still unfamiliar with these things, asking, "What’s the Black Den?" Lucas, Mary’s father, added, "Is it a company?" Vanessa proudly said, "Their influence is much more significant than that of a company. They have many industries under their umbrella, including the game Ourea’s Peak and Dream Smart Home. “Simply put, the Black Den gathers talents worldwide. Those who can enter are rare talents. I never thought I would make it to the finals." Savannah asked in confusion, "So, what skills do you have?"

I cried out. My son was standing at the edge of the platform, his indigo runes turning a lethal, over-clocked violet. He wasn't trying to hack the Architect; he was Overloading the Buffer. He drove his hands into the falling sand, funneling the entirety of the "Future-Debt" we had reclaimed in the fifth layer into the Zero Cycle’s prototype. "I am the System Administrator of the End!" Leo roared, his salt-white hair catching the prism-light. "And I’m declaring a Total System Failure!".

“You have to make it think.” The memory faded—replaced by the Revenant system’s golden void. Ayesha clenched her fists. “You manipulated me then, and you’re trying to do it now.” Azim’s digital form tilted his head. “I only taught you the truth.” Ayesha glared. “The truth? That you built a system to control the world? That you planned to erase millions of minds for the sake of ‘optimization’?” Azim sighed. “It’s not control, Ayesha. It’s order.”

"The goddess's light shines within you, young Blackthorne. Despite their best efforts to dim it." A subtle change came over my brother's face, a softening around his eyes that made him look younger, more like the sibling I should have grown up with. For just a moment, I caught a glimpse of what might have been if the Northern Alliance hadn't stolen him away. "I don't know if I can live up to any of this," he confessed quietly. "The Blackthorne legacy, the goddess's expectations...it's overwhelming." "You don't have to figure it all out at once," I assured him, squeezing his hand. "We have time now."

But for her. Back inside Blackwood Enterprises, the system disruption from earlier hadn’t escalated further — but it hadn’t disappeared either. It lingered. Like a presence. Like something is watching. Aria stood alone in the operations room now, the low hum of machinery and data flow surrounding her as she reviewed the latest sequence. The override attempt hadn’t repeated. But that didn’t mean it was over. Victor didn’t repeat moves. He evolved them. And that meant the next step would be — Different.

But his mind Already moving faster. Back in the central control zone Hale’s tablet flickered. Then went black. Silence. Heavy. Wrong. “Report,” Hale said. No one answered immediately. Because there was nothing clean to report. Nothing contained. Nothing controlled. “Sir,” one of the techs said finally, voice tight, “we’re being overridden.” Hale’s gaze snapped toward him. “By who?” The tech swallowed. “I don’t know.” That Was the problem. Hale stepped forward.

Before the “accident.” Before my supposed death. L.Black: If I’m going to bankroll your little mind‑toy, I at least want the option to cash out before the regulators wake up. Send me the technical overview, and we’ll talk percentages. A. Kane: It’s not a mind‑toy. It’s a coordination layer. And you’ll get your cut when we prove it works. Under NDA, obviously. L.Black: Obviously. Also, your architect terrifies my board. That’s a compliment.

“Or whatever disaster category this currently falls under.” Something unreadable flickered through Adrian’s expression before he crossed his arms slowly. “You really think the blackmailer wants more from us?” “I know they do,” I replied immediately. “And if we want to beat somebody manipulative enough to orchestrate all this, then we stop reacting emotionally and start controlling the game ourselves.” His eyes stayed on mine carefully after that, and the atmosphere shifted slightly beneath the teasing. “So what exactly is your genius plan, freshman?” I lifted the notebook again. “We become convincing.”

No, that had to be kept firmly under control. Everyone always underestimated me because of my size. However, I was a lot stronger than they ever considered. Gotta’ love Blacktree’s experimentation techniques. “I told you that I would. Plus, you deserved it. So, what kind of tech am I getting?” I asked him curiously, actually starting to get a bit more excited.