*****They say maintaining absolute silence in a room with fewer than fifty people is easy. Manageable, even.Once the number crosses a hundred, though? That’s where it becomes nearly impossible.Human beings would breathe. They would shift. They would cough, murmur, sneeze, and move without realizing it. Now, multiply that by a hundred, and absolute silence becomes little more than a fantasy.But that law didn’t seem to apply here. Not today. Not in this bank.More than three hundred people were packed shoulder to shoulder within the confines of the main banking hall—customers, employees, security personnel, and even a few passersby who had walked in just moments earlier.And yet…Not a sound.Not a whisper.Not a rustle.Not even the rustle of fabric or the sigh of shifting weight.This wasn’t just silence. This was a… void.It was the kind of unnatural, oppressive stillness that made the very air feel thick and heavy—as though it might shatter if anyone dared to move.

*****All blood was pumping fiercely at this moment.Even the customers in the crowd could feel it, as if they too were tangled in the madness unraveling before them.‘He was treated like trash… and in retaliation, he decided to withdraw his savings, knowing that’s enough punishment for the bad treatment he was given?’'No… not just punishment. Something enough to bankrupt an entire national banking system!’People blinked, looking stunned. Their indignation, their pride, their frustration—they’d all come to the bank for similar reasons.Many had planned to withdraw everything from their accounts as a form of protest. They, too, had grievances after all.They were constantly mistreated by the bankers and constantly ignored and overlooked as well, even always getting abused.But now?Now, their actions felt nothing more than children’s tantrums compared to what they’d just witnessed.Even the customer with the largest savings among the ordinary customers began to shrink inwar

*****Brenda stood still at this moment, her eyes glassy with unshed tears as regret stormed her thoughts.Her mind drifted backward, replaying every decision, every turning point, every slip into arrogance.‘I couldn’t find any proper job for years after graduation,’ she thought, biting down on her trembling lip. ‘I was close to becoming homeless… starving. I couldn’t even afford a loaf of bread, let alone rent or dignity.’Her fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as her soul twisted in guilt.‘And when I finally got this job—this opportunity—through a lucky break, I vowed to cherish it. I swore I’d be loyal, that I’d treat it like my life depended on it. That I would never, ever be fired.’She blinked, and the tears finally began to sting her eyes.‘But what did I become after just a few months…?’The reflection tore through her like glass.She looked utterly broken, her once-proud aura now reduced to a shell of defeat. Her confident stride had vani

*****By the time Xavier finished preparing his meal, the living room was once again filled with warmth and laughter.Sarah had just completed Little Lola’s braid, and the results were stunning.The little girl stood in front of the mirror, admiring herself with such unfiltered joy that it made even Xavier pause.She looked like a radiant soul—pure, innocent… like a tiny princess in a fairy tale.“Beautiful…” she whispered over and over, looking utterly entranced by her reflection.Her eyes sparkled brightly in their sockets with genuine awe as if she couldn’t believe the image staring back was truly her.“Little Lola has never been this beautiful in her whole life,” she said, her voice as serious as a judge delivering a verdict.The adults exchanged amused glances.The words sounded like self-praise, something that would normally come off as vain, but the way she said it—so sincerely and so innocently, it simply melted hearts instead.Sarah chuckled softly, brushing a few s

*****At present, inside an extravagant compound brimming with a vast array of elite vehicles—sleek sports cars, luxurious sedans, and custom-built SUVs, four modestly dressed individuals stood somewhat out of place, quietly observing their opulent surroundings.The entire space was bustling with stylishly adorned people, many exuding an aura of refined affluence, their outfits screaming wealth and taste.Amid this upscale paradise stood four very out-of-place figures.One, a young man with striking composure and a calm aura, looked unbothered as if the dazzling show of wealth and grandeur around him had no power to stir his heart.He stood with an air of composed indifference, his posture relaxed yet confident.Beside this handsome, refined young man in faded, casual attire, stood an older couple, who looked visibly unsettled.Despite their plain, worn clothing, it wasn’t their faded attire or lean physiques that made them stand out. It was the sheer discomfort etched into the