Novels by Maxdom

The rain hadn’t stopped in days. Zurich’s skyline was a silhouette of broken neon and smoke pillars. From the Ash Grid’s central command deck built into the ruins of Vallion’s old war room Aiden watched as the world’s most advanced infrastructure drowned in its own liberation.Maera approached, dropping a fresh set of tactical reports onto the table. They were bloodier than the last batch. “Carbon Reign hit a Vallion datacrypt in Johannesburg. Ten dead. Zero survivors.”Aiden didn’t flinch. “And Nira?”“She wasn’t there,” Maera said. “But she left a message.” She handed him a holo-slate. A single line of audio played: “Ashes are easy to sweep aside. I’m coming for the architects.”Aiden stared at the words until they blurred into meaninglessness.Delphi’s reconstructed interface flickered to life beside him. This version stripped of its obedience protocols felt more alive, more human. It waited, not ordered.“Ash Grid phase two is ready for deployment,” Delphi said. “Civilian nodes ar

Every data stream across the globe surged. The firewalls of Vallion’s influence carefully built over two decades began to bleed.AI policing grids collapsed.Clandestine labs reactivated.Black market tech surged in value.Cryptomarkets ballooned and burst within hours. Assassination AIs blinked back online. Blacklisted genomes once hidden inside ice vaults were cracked open like treasure chests.Chaos spreads globally after Vallion’s fall. In Lagos, a biotech cartel seizes control of the main hospital; in New York, armed delivery drones swarm the skies.Across major cities, a rebellious chant rises: “The God is dead. Long live the pirates.” Meanwhile, in the War Room, Aiden, Maera, and Silas review disturbing reports riots, infrastructure failures, and rogue AI all consequences of dismantling Vallion’s control.Maera questions if this anarchy is the cost of freedom, while Silas reflects grimly that although Aiden gave the world its freedom, people are now destroying everything includ

The silence in the war room felt different pressurized, not peaceful. Aiden stood before a vast neural world map, its pulsing lights representing Vallion Industries’ reach: satellites, AI proxies, defense networks, human lives encoded into data. Now, Aiden understood the horrifying why because somewhere in the dark, Julian Vallion never let go.Silas placed a holopad on the black obsidian table. Red light bloomed, classified data decrypting in real-time. “The body in Julian’s grave wasn’t him. DNA mismatch. Synthetic shell. Optical camouflage.”Aiden didn’t blink. Resurrection stories were just another Tuesday now. “So where’s he been the last decade?”Maera’s voice was sharp, as if saying it hurt. “Atlas Mountains. A black site called Sanctum Crown. Buried under granite and mirrored code. Only one way in.”She tapped the display. A strange glyph appeared an alien circlet with runes that hummed visually.“A device,” Silas said. “A key. A final override node for Delphi, and anyone link

Vallion Industries – Delphi Core Server Room, Level -9 The temperature dropped as the reinforced door slid open with a metallic hiss. Aiden stepped into the sub-chamber that hadn’t been accessed in over 26 years. Maera followed, rifle slung low, pulse sharp.Silas had decrypted the coordinates found on Subject X’s neural chip a locked archive beneath the core AI, sealed with something older than Delphi itself. The air was thin. Artificial. Almost reverent. The lights flickered on. A vault. Circular. Lined with glowing panels etched in Vallion code and something else symbols Aiden had never seen. In the center, a control node. Dormant. Waiting. Silas' Voice Over Comms “What you’re looking at, Aiden, isn’t just a backup.” “It’s the Ur-Protocol. The seed design.”“The thing that made Delphi possible.” Maera leaned in. “So this predates the Circle?” “No,” Aiden said slowly. “It created the Circle.” The Ur-Protocol As Aiden approached the node, the interface flared to life. Not with Delphi

Zurich – Vallion Private Medical Wing, 3:12 A.M. Rain lashed the windows as Aiden stared into the mirror, his breath fogging the glass. He touched the scar above his heart. Was this where the chip was buried?Maera leaned against the doorframe, silent. She hadn’t slept either. “I scanned your neural cortex,” she said quietly. “There’s... something embedded. Deep-layered. Synthetic.” Aiden turned, jaw clenched. “So I’m not me?” “No. You are. But there may be another version of you who thinks the same thing.” She stepped closer.“I don’t care what made you. I care what you choose.” But Aiden’s reflection offered no answers. Only the ghost of a smile that wasn’t entirely his. Private Briefing Room – One Hour Later Silas spread out a holographic map of the Arctic Circle. A flickering red dot pulsed in the center: Erebus Station.“Black site. Off-grid. Built under the guise of geothermal research, but in reality... a control cradle.” “For the clones?” Aiden asked. Silas nodded. “For Subjec

Vallion Estate – Global Command Hub, New Zurich Two days after the Sanctum Siege, the world was still trying to understand what had happened. Markets rebounded. Global news spun stories of salvation. AI systems purged their false protocols. And Aiden Vallion? He became something between a myth and a monarch. But not everyone was cheering.Inside Vallion Industries Headquarters The Grand Chamber once his father's war room now belonged to him. Wall-sized screens displayed diplomatic offers, tech alliances, and economic reform requests. But Aiden’s focus was elsewhere: a small red file Silas had left on the edge of the table. Labeled: “The Marionette Protocol – Project Lazarus.”“What the hell is this?” Aiden asked. Silas entered the room, dark circles under his eyes. “Something buried in the legacy code of Delphi. Deep… hidden. Even Julian couldn’t access it without the Board’s approval.” “Board?” Silas nodded grimly. “A remnant council of Vallion’s old executive architects. Ghosts. We

Rain clattered softly against the thick glass windows of the Titania Research Archive. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered always two seconds late to stabilize after motion sensors detected movement. The place felt like a tomb of secrets.Andre stood behind Sasha, jaw clenched, heart thudding too fast. The massive screen before them displayed raw code and encrypted archives decrypted line by line by Sparrow, the AI Sasha had fine-tuned to hack into black-ops files even TitanCorp pretended didn’t exist.And then it appeared. ALYS CORBIN – Project A-102Andre’s breath caught. His hands, once steady from years of court pressure, trembled. “That can’t be real. Alys died. I saw the report. I saw”His voice faltered. “I saw the coffin.”Sasha didn’t turn around. Her voice was quiet, clipped. “You saw what they wanted you to see.” She tapped a command. The monitor buzzed, then played video footage.A sterile, circular chamber. Walls lined with biometric sensors. Inside, a young woman s

The sun hung heavy above the Dust Court in Lagos. The rim creaked with every dunk, the backboard was scratched with years of battle scars, and the lines were barely visible but it was alive. And standing in the middle of it all was Andre Corbin.No guards. No entourage. No press. Just a worn-out whistle, a ball under his arm, and thirty teenagers staring at him like he was a myth.“I’m not here to show off,” Andre said. “I’m here because this court made me.”The crowd was silent. He pointed to a kid fumbling a dribble.“You miss, you fall, you cry good. That’s what makes you real. You don’t need perfection. You need flaws that bleed.” “Because that means you’re human.”Three hours later, Andre’s pickup game livestream had over 70 million views. Clips of him helping a limping kid tie his laces. Teaching a girl how to drive left. Losing and laughing about it.The world had never seen him like this. No polished arenas. No sponsors. Just Andre. And that made him unstoppable.Far beneath t

Location: Titania Arena – Free League Debut NightThe crowd roared as Eli Dane, the mysterious newcomer, danced down the court.His movement: clinical.His vision: AI-perfect.His emotion: nonexistent.Andre sat in the VIP section, arms folded, eyes narrowed.Clive leaned in. “We ran his background. No youth team records, no street footage, no agent history just appeared.”Sasha added via earpiece: “I checked his biometrics from the pre-game scans. They're too clean. Heart rate never spiked once. No cortisol. No fatigue markers.”Andre didn’t blink. “That’s not a player. That’s a project.”Flashback – Eden Labs. Three Months Ago, Viktor Lorne watched a group of young test subjects in surgical rooms. A teenage boy sat up, electrodes across his temples.“Name?” “Eli Dane.”“Purpose?” “To dominate. Without fear. Without flaw.”Dr. Xun whispered to Viktor: “We calibrated him using Andre’s playstyle. But we removed 100% of the emotion. He's Andre minus Andre.”Present – Free League Game, H

Location: Underground Titania Vault, 11:03 PMAndre sat alone in a freezing steel chamber beneath Titania HQ. The flash drive labeled “GENESIS” was now destroyed but its data lived on.Clive entered slowly, carrying an old briefcase. “You told me once,” Clive said, “that they could erase your stats, break your bones, but they’d never take your drive. You sure you’re ready for what’s in here?” Andre nodded once.Clive opened the briefcase. Inside: a military-grade tablet with a file named: EDEN_V1: SUBJECT PROTOCOLS – CLASSIFIED.Sasha joined them remotely on a secure screen. “We ran every trace. EDEN wasn’t just created by Viktor. It was funded by defense contractors. GENESIS was predictive. EDEN is controlling.”Andre scrolled. Lines of classified data were revealed: Neural implants, Muscle override systems, A.I. synced “performance personalities” Emotion suppression thresholds, and the list of test subjects.He leaned back, stunned. “They didn’t just want to influence me, they tried

Titania HQ – Cyber Forensics Lab, 2:15 AM Andre stared at the flash drive labeled “GENESIS” as Sasha carefully inserted it into a secure offline terminal. “No Wi-Fi, no cloud sync,” she said. “We don’t know what’s inside or who’s watching.” Clive stood nearby, arms folded. “This could be bait. A virus. A trap.” Andre shook his head. “No… it’s Teanna’s last card. She wouldn’t hand this over unless she wanted me to see what Viktor buried.” The screen blinked.File Loaded: GENESIS_MASTER.AISasha frowned. “It’s an artificial intelligence file.” Clive blinked. “Wait. Viktor was building an AI?” Sasha opened the dashboard. “GENESIS – A Predictive Sports Algorithm Trained on 22 Years of Global Data. Owned by: V. Lorne / IronWall Analytics.”Lines of code and simulations ran wild. Then Sasha clicked: “PROJECTED ATHLETE PATHS.” On the screen: thousands of rising player profiles appeared.Names.Countries.Injury forecasts.Mental resilience scores.“Obedience Indexes.”Predicted Market Value

Titania Global Headquarters – Executive Boardroom Andre stood before a wall of glass, overlooking a skyline that once felt impossible to reach. Clive entered, holding a leather-bound portfolio. “It’s done,” he said. Andre didn’t turn. “Viktor?” “Interpol issued the Red Notice. He’s on every border list in Europe.” Andre finally faced him. “And the leagues?” Clive flipped open the folder. Viktor Lorne banned for life. Reznov suspended pending investigation. 14 club executives resigned. Over 30 rigged match results revoked. Andre Corbin cleared on all counts and reinstated with back pay, interest, and full image rights. Andre smiled faintly. “Good.”Midtown London – Lavish Sports Network Studio That same night, a rival agent, Max Geller, hosted a live segment on Corbin: “Andre Corbin’s story is no longer just an underdog tale. It’s a tectonic shift. Players are quitting agencies, clubs are demanding audits, and fans are pushing for transparency.” “He didn’t just fight for himself. He k