Marvin sat cross-legged on the luxurious silk rug in the private meditation chamber of his VVIP suite at the Aurora Grand Hotel. The soft glow of scented candles cast shadows on the golden walls, and the faint sound of flowing water from the mini fountain nearby added to the calm ambiance. Yet, his mind was anything but calm.His uncle’s words echoed in his thoughts: "You’ll never awaken the Synapticore force unless you learn to center yourself. Meditate. Focus. Only then will your synaptic echo reveal itself to you."Marvin clenched his fists briefly, then exhaled. He needed this power—craved it. Without it, he knew he couldn’t rise to the position he wanted, couldn’t defeat the ones who looked down on him, he couldn't defeat Jessica Zypher and thwart her plans to ensure the privatization of project Helios, and most importantly, couldn’t take back what he believed was his rightful legacy.With a deep breath, Marvin straightened his back and closed his eyes, his palms were resting o

Marvin’s chest rose and fell as excitement flooded his body. His voice trembled, but this time, it wasn’t from fear. It was from hope.“Yes,” he said, nodding quickly. “Yes, I want you to help me. There’s so much I need to figure out—so much I need to fix.”The Synaptic Echo paused for a moment, as if considering his words. Then, it spoke again, its tone was calm and reassuring. “Understood, Mr. Marvin Richmond. But before we proceed, allow me to make myself more presentable. I wouldn’t want to overstress your subconscious.”Before Marvin could ask what that meant, something extraordinary happened.A sudden warmth surged through his body, starting from his chest and rushing to his head. His vision blurred for a moment, and then his eyes glowed a bright, vivid sky blue.Marvin felt a gentle pull in his mind, as though something was leaving him—but it wasn’t unpleasant. It felt freeing, like a weight being lifted.From the crown of his head, a radiant sky-blue energy began to flow out

Neovalle Day was the crown jewel of celebrations in the state, it was a grand event designed to showcase the progress, unity, and beauty of Neovalle. The entire city was transformed into a dazzling spectacle. Streets were lined with flags and banners in shades of blue and gold, the official colors of Neovalle. Large screens were mounted on towering buildings, displaying highlights of the city’s history and the achievements of its leaders.Flower arrangements of exotic orchids and roses decorated every corner, filling the air with a light, pleasant fragrance. Vendors sold delicious local delicacies at stalls that stretched along the main boulevard, their scents were blending with the crisp autumn air. Performers in traditional attire danced gracefully on stages set up across the square, and live orchestras played music that added to the atmosphere of celebration.At the heart of the city stood the Neovalle Grand Pavilion, an architectural masterpiece of glass and steel. Its dome s

Marvin could feel it again—the surge of energy rising in his chest, burning through his veins like an unstoppable wave.His eyes began to glow faintly, a soft sky-blue light started flickering on the polished marble floor. He clenched his fists tightly, forcing himself to take one step back. Slowly, he bowed his head, trying to hide the light in his irises. Then, he dropped to one knee, kneeling on the cold, hard floor.“Let go of anger. Let go of fear. Let go of pain,” Marvin whispered under his breath.His voice was firm but shaky, trembling with the effort it took to hold himself together. The energy inside him wanted to explode. It begged for release, but he refused to let it take over.“Let go of anger. Let go of fear. Let go of pain,” he repeated again and again.Above him, the rude man loomed tall, his presence was heavy with arrogance. His skin shone under the golden chandeliers, and his expensive black suit screamed wealth and power.A sneer twisted the man’s face as he lo

The rude man’s hand trembled slightly as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. His face twisted with irritation as the device vibrated insistently, the ringing was a sharp interruption to the air of the grand hall.He unlocked the screen with an angry swipe, but the annoyance on his face quickly turned into pure shock. His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at an email notification. The message was from his bank.Account Balance: $0.00.Every cent he owned had vanished.“What…?” he muttered, his voice was now shaky. He scrolled down the email frantically, rereading it, hoping he had misunderstood the message. But the truth didn’t change. “No… this can’t be right.”The murmurs of the crowd around him grew louder. Some guests leaned closer, their curiosity was piqued by the man’s panicked expression.“What’s going on?” one guest whispered.“Something must’ve happened,” another replied.The rude man’s panic deepened. His pale face glistened with sweat as he raised hi