Zero-day Attack Chapter 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I simply blocked him, turned off my phone, and continued sleeping. However, afterward, a frantic pounding came from the door. “Coco! Open the door!” When I heard Zach’s familiar voice, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten to turn off location sharing. His voice was filled with fury, and my mind involuntarily flashed back to the scene of Ruby deliberately falling earlier. Had she really lost the baby? Or had he come because I sold my shares? The next second, the hotel room door was kicked open. Zach stormed in with bloodshot eyes and grabbed me, dragging me outside.

ARE YOU SURE? [ Chapter 1: End ]

_______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchantrix Race! _______ END OF CHAPTER ONE

- - End Of Chapter 19: Maze & Tip -

But she wasn’t sure if she had just stepped into a trap… Or set one. --- End of Chapter 1

⸻ Would you like me to write the next part—the actual gathering and what happens when Cara is called forward—next? Absolutely! Here’s an extended, very long, emotional, and romantic chapter in Zarina’s POV, written in simple English, continuing from the plan Asher and Zarina made to expose Cara’s lies. This chapter focuses on the arrival of the seer, their preparation, and the building tension. The actual gathering will come next if you’d like. ⸻ Chapter Title: The Calm Before the Storm Zarina’s POV The morning air felt different. It wasn’t cold, but it carried a strange weight—as if even the wind knew something big was coming.

Altair asked, his voice calm, cold ice masking his racing heart. Nova threw her tablet onto the desk. It showed a stream of code cascading like a waterfall. "It’s a Zero-Day exploit," Nova breathed, her eyes wide. "But I've never seen a payload like this. They aren't siphoning the funds, Altair." She looked at him, fear genuine in her dark eyes. "They're deleting them." Altair went still. "Deleting? That's impossible. The money has to go somewhere. Encryption keys... routing numbers..." "Gone," Nova said. "Vaporized. Whoever this is, they just erased three billion credits from existence in thirty seconds. They don't want the money. They want to burn the bank."

Even if they didn't blame me, there was no changing the fact that they were only suffering because of me. Yet, before I could do anything, the tables turned in my favor. A student from the Computer Science department hacked into my phone, planning to see what blackmail materials he could dig up on me. He certainly never expected to see my nearly empty bank account balance, let alone my chat history with Mom that showed how she would transfer me one cent as an allowance every time I checked in with her. Thoroughly dumbfounded, he uploaded the proof he had found onto the confession page, then deleted his account.