What does a handsome specimen like him mean he doesn’t take pictures? It was a crime hiding his looks from the rest of the world, she thought. “Regardless, I’ll get you a phone with a great camera along with other things— you know what?” She said and Alexander raised a brow.“What?” He asked.“Since you don’t know what to get and aren’t picky about the specifications, why don’t I just choose my favorite phone for you?” She said and Alexander grimaced a pondering expression.“I guess that would make things a lot easier since you’re more knowledgeable than me. Alright then” Alexander said and Tina smiled.“Okay, follow me to the—“ she said and turned around but paused when she saw the manager of the store approach her.“Tina,” the manager said.“Manager. What are you doing here?” She asked.“That’s what I should be asking you,” the manager said and she grimaced.“What do you mean?” Tina asked.“I mean, why aren’t any sales reps going to meet the most important customers we’ve had in a

“I’m sorry, but who exactly are you supposed to be?” Zack asked, his tone sharp and confrontational as he raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing the man in front of him.Alexander, however, wasn’t the least bit intimidated. Instead of backing away or trying to avoid a confrontation, he stepped forward boldly, closing the distance between them and matching Zack’s stance with unwavering confidence. He refused to let Zack’s attitude dominate the situation.Zack’s eyes widened with disbelief. He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that Alexander—someone he regarded as a nobody, someone he considered beneath him in every way—had the nerve, the audacity, to challenge him so directly. In Zack’s world, respect was reserved for fame, subscribers, and influence. Clearly, Alexander didn’t understand how the game was played.In a theatrical gesture, Zack turned toward the camera that his loyal cameraman was holding and burst into exaggerated laughter. It was the kind of laugh meant to entertain and p

“Let go of me right now… if you know what’s good for you,” Alexander warned coldly, his voice sharp and commanding as he slowly turned his head toward Rufus and locked eyes with him.The look in Alexander’s eyes wasn’t just a simple glare—it was deadly serious. A piercing, almost inhuman intensity radiated from him, and for a fleeting moment, a chill ran down Rufus’s spine. A primal part of his instincts told him to back off. But then, cockiness, pride, and a complete underestimation of his opponent overtook that warning. Rufus refused to heed the silent threat in Alexander’s expression.“Who the hell do you think you’re talking back to, huh, punk?!” Rufus barked, his voice echoing with aggression.With a scowl on his face, Rufus clenched his massive fists and threw a punch straight at Alexander.But in that very instant, Tina—driven by the desire to protect Alexander again—stepped between them in an attempt to stop the assault. Unfortunately, she wasn’t fast enough.Rufus’s fist stru

Alexander had originally assumed that the voice customization option would be something simple—basic, even. He had expected a typical text-to-speech interface, where he could casually scroll through a selection of pre-recorded voices, pick one that suited his preferences, and fine-tune it. Perhaps change the gender, adjust the accent, select a voice age, or tweak the speaking speed until it sounded just right.But what the Guide System presented to him was far more advanced. It wasn’t just some basic audio selection—it was deeply personalized. In fact, it was designed to tailor itself to the user in a way that felt almost intimate, as though the system truly understood its host on a psychological level.‘Alright… so how exactly do I do this?’ Alexander thought, staring at the floating prompt in front of him. ‘Do I try to imagine a completely new voice from scratch? Like a voice I’ve never heard before? Or do I just pick someone I already know and let the system do the rest?’He sighed

"I’m supposed to get a lobotomy if I fail this mission?! What the actual hell?!" Alexander yelled aloud, his voice filled with disbelief, panic, and a rising sense of horror. His entire face reflected a whirlwind of fear and confusion as his heart raced in his chest.Alexander was only eighteen years old—a high school senior with a sharp mind, a deep love for his family, and an instinctive drive to survive. He knew exactly what a lobotomy was. He had read enough, seen enough, and heard enough to understand that such a punishment was not only irreversible but one of the most terrifying outcomes imaginable. The very idea of having a part of his brain destroyed, stripped of his thoughts and personality, chilled him to the core.He desperately wished the punishment had been anything else—something less extreme, less final. But having read and absorbed dozens of system-based novels, he knew all too well that systems were strict and unrelenting when it came to punishments for mission failur