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FIVE MILLION REASONS TO RUN
Three days had passed since the folder appeared. Three long, restless days.Nolan hadn’t eaten much. He hadn’t slept right. His mind had been buried in code and paranoia.He had gone deeper than ever into the Blockchain market, studying every move, every shift, every whisper in the network.He watched as other hackers took Lord Atherton's offer. And he watched them vanish—silent logouts, ghost accounts, blacklisted IPs. Just... gone.But he didn’t touch the folder.He kept his promise to himself.He didn’t click.Now, as soft blue morning light poured into the small vents near the bunker ceiling, Nolan leaned back in his old office chair. The glow from the screens around him no longer felt like pressure—they just felt like light.He stretched his arms above his head, bones cracking slightly. A long sigh escaped his chest.“That’s it,” he whispered. “I’m done for today.”He saved a few final logs, closed some private browser tunnels, and powered down two of his older machines.The bunk
Last Updated : 2025-07-30
SHADOW BEHIND ME
“Elias Thorne...” he whispered suddenly.A name he hadn’t thought about in weeks.A man he hoped he’d never hear from again.But maybe he was wrong to hope. Maybe Elias had never left. Maybe this was all part of his game.The phone buzzed again. A new message.Unknown sender. Encrypted.Nolan didn’t open it. Not yet.His focus was now on escaping whatever trap was unfolding on the streets around him.He swerved down an alley, tires screeching. Trash bins flew. He turned left, then another right, cutting through narrow back streets.The van didn’t slow.This wasn’t random. This wasn’t coincidence.The GPS rerouting, the sudden profit spike, the van—it was all connected.They had waited.Waited until his guard dropped. Until he smiled.Until he believed—just for a second—that he was safe.The game wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.And now, it had come back for him.“Damn it Nolan!” he hissed under his breath—when the GPS pinged, not in reassurance but betrayal. This was the moment he dre
Last Updated : 2025-08-02
COGNITIVE PRESSURE
Nolan’s heart pounded hard in his chest.Behind him, the van burned hot and loud. Orange fire lit up the night. But he didn’t watch it. He couldn’t.His eyes were locked on the message on his phone.“You always were predictable, Nolan. See you soon.”He read it again. Then again.He didn’t recognize the number. No name. Just a message that felt… too close.Too personal.However that one name reflected on his mind.Elias Thorne.He took a step back into the shadows of the alley. The heat of the flames brushed his back, but he barely felt it.His thoughts were racing.Who had sent that message?And how did they know him?He looked down at the cracked screen. The glow lit up his face in the dark.He had seen fake threats before. Market trolls. Angry traders. Competitors.But this?This was different.The timing. The message. The van.All of it felt planned.And Nolan didn’t believe in coincidence.As he stared at the screen, something else crept into his mind—a memory.Not of a person, b
Last Updated : 2025-08-04
AUTHOR NOTE
Dear readers, Thank you so much for following THE EXILED KING and supporting this journey so far. After much thought, I’ve decided to temporarily put the novel on hold. Lately, I’ve felt the pressure to rush updates, and I believe it’s starting to affect the quality of the story. Rather than deliver something that doesn’t meet the standard you deserve, I’m choosing to pause now in order to return with stronger, more refined chapters. This isn’t the end—far from it. It’s simply a step back to ensure I come back better. I remain fully committed to this story, and I promise that THE EXILED KING will resume in November with even more depth and power. Thank you for your patience, understanding, and continued support. The best is yet to come. With appreciation, —Victor Regannez
Last Updated : 2025-08-07
BECOME THE GHOST
Nolan sat in the corner of his bunker, eyes locked on the dark screen in front of him. The glow had faded after hours of searching, probing, testing. Nothing. No answers. Just silence.The last few days had shaken him in ways he didn’t want to admit. The van chase, the explosion, the survivor glaring at him before he pulled the trigger. Then that message on his phone:“You always were predictable, Nolan. See you soon.”It wasn’t just a threat. It was a mirror. Someone had studied him, mapped his patterns, and knew exactly when to strike. For years, Nolan had been the ghost in the machine, the man no one could touch. Now, he was the one being hunted.He whispered to himself, his voice dry and bitter.“If I keep playing the same game, I lose.”There was only one answer left. He couldn’t hide anymore. He had to erase himself. Kill the old Nolan. Become something else. Something untouchable.He reached for a device he rarely touched: a satellite phone with only three numbers saved. He scr
Last Updated : 2025-09-15
Authors note
Author’s Note Dear Readers, I owe you an apology. In my previous note, I mentioned that The Exiled King would be going on hold until November. However, today being 15 September 2025, I am glad to say that I have continued uploading new chapters. I realize this may have caused some confusion, and I sincerely apologize for the misinformation. Writing can sometimes feel like a heavy storm—plans change, inspiration strikes unexpectedly, and stories refuse to stay silent. That’s exactly what happened here. Thank you for your patience, your loyalty, and for continuing this journey with me. I promise to give you my very best as the story unfolds, without holding back. The uploads are back, and the fire burns stronger than ever. With appreciation and respect, —Victor Regannez
Last Updated : 2025-09-15
THE PHANTOM KING RISES
The glow of the monitors painted Nolan’s face in cold light. Lines of code slid across the screens, a living current of numbers and commands. The bunker was gone, the suits were gone, even the old Nolan was gone.Now there was only the work.Only the hunt.His decoy Ghost servers pulsed in the dark like baited hooks dropped into a black ocean. Every second, they sent out signals—fake trades, fake whispers, fake opportunities. On the surface, it looked like business as usual. But beneath it, each signal carried a secret.An echo.Nolan tapped a line in his code and whispered, “The Echo Principle… Mr. Strauss, I finally understand.”Sometime ago, in Mr Timothy Strauss’s old green leather journal, Nolan had read a passing note about “echo patterns.” At the time, he thought it was just eccentric rambling—Mr Strauss often scribbled ideas that looked half-mad. But now, with Vera watching his shoulder, he realized it was genius.The rule was simple: everything you show must send something ba
Last Updated : 2025-09-15
LENA'S THREAD: BLOOD IN THE OLD QUARTER
The newsroom smelled of old paper, dust, and stale coffee. The building sat in the heart of Bullwick’s Old Quarter, wedged between a pawn shop and a boarded-up bakery. From the street, the newsroom looked forgotten. Inside, the walls were covered with faded headlines, broken fans whirred weakly, and half-dead computers buzzed with stubborn life.Lena Petrova sat hunched at her desk, cigarette smoke curling above her as she stared at her screen. Her eyes were red from sleepless nights, but her fingers trembled with excitement. For weeks she had chased shadows in the National Digital Fund, trying to prove what no one else dared say: that Atherton’s empire was a fraud.Tonight, something changed.A message blinked on her screen. The sender’s alias read Kestrel. She had seen the name before in small leaks and obscure forums, but tonight the message was different. Encrypted, heavily layered, almost impossible to trace. She opened it carefully, and the file inside made her heart skip.Pag
Last Updated : 2025-09-15
WHISPERS IN THE FOG
The Old Quarter still whispered of blood on newsroom floors, of a Phantom King who struck without mercy. But Nolan had no time to linger. A new message pulled him from shadowed streets to the fog-choked docks—where Mael Vox waited, and darker whispers stirred.The Bullwick docks slept under a cloak of fog. At midnight the cranes stood like skeletal giants, their long arms were frozen above the black water. Containers were stacked in crooked towers, their metal skins were eaten by rust. The only sound was the distant groan of the tide and the faint rattle of chains swaying against iron posts.Nolan kept to the shadows. His mask gleamed faintly under the pale glow of the dock lights, the steel mouth a cold grin. He had been summoned here, and the message carried only two words: Come alone.From the mist stepped a thin figure wrapped in a dark coat. His face was sharp, all edges and hollow cheeks, his eyes were restless like a man who had seen too much and trusted too little.“Mael Vox,
Last Updated : 2025-09-16
BLOOD AND CODE
The squad fanned out, moving with military precision. The leader raised his voice. “Mael Vox. Phantom king. Both of you are finished.”Nolan moved first. He kicked a loose steel rod from the ground into his hand. As the first soldier stepped close, Nolan swung. The rod cracked against the man’s helmet, dropping him to the concrete with a scream of fractured bone.Gunfire barked, echoing off the containers. Sparks flew where bullets kissed metal. Nolan ducked into cover, his body was a blur of movement. He slammed his rod into another attacker’s ribs, then jammed it upward under the chin. Blood sprayed hot into the cold night.Mael Vox cursed and pulled a short, curved blade from his coat. He slashed the throat of one soldier who lunged too close, the man’s scream cut off in a wet gurgle. Another came at him with a baton; Mael twisted aside and buried his knife in the man’s gut. His movements were fast, desperate, but precise.The docks became a killing ground. Nolan fought like a stor
Last Updated : 2025-09-16