After the mission ended the knights took the criminals straight to the police station, as the last of the gang members were dragged away in handcuffs, their confessions were recorded. One by one, the guards had cracked under pressure, bargaining for lighter sentences. And every testimony pointed to the same man: Walid.In the observation room, Haitham crossed his arms, his sharp eyes tracking the suspects through the one-way glass. Beside him, Hadi and Hazim waited for his assessment."They're not lying," Haitham said finally. "Their body language is consistent, fear, resignation, they know they've lost."Marwan, leaning against the wall, let out a dry chuckle. "When I met Walid, he didn't act like some untouchable crime lord. Even his own men barely gave him the time of da, they had no respect for him, or maybe they were just business partners to him."Ali frowned, flipping through a file. "Dr. Abu Jumana told us Walid was his nephew, the one who executed everything. Which means Wal

Hadi took Ali with him to hear what Dr. Abu Jaman revealed during the interrogation. As they walked, Hadi mentioned to Ali that it had occurred to him to ask the doctor about the professor mentioned in Ali’s file. Since the two had worked in the same research centers, there was a chance Abb Jamana knew him and could provide some insight. Hadi had searched extensively but found nothing, every trace of the professor had vanished from government records. When they arrived, they entered the interrogation room where Dr. Abo Jumana sat. Without preamble, Hadi asked if the doctor knew anything about Professor Riyad. Abu Jumana ignored them. He had a silly unbothered look on his face, Hadi pressed further, asking if he had even heard the name Riyad Hijazi. Again, the doctor remained silent. Hadi leaned forward, his voice low. "If you talk, we’ll bring your dog Jumana here to play with you." Abu Jumana’s composure cracked slightly. "No, don’t bring her, it would be a shame for the poor t

Ali sat on the edge of his bed, fingers digging into his temples. The same question pulsed in his skull like a second heartbeat: What’s the professors's connection to him? The walls of his room felt like they were closing in. His breath came in short, sharp gasps. He was Suffocating. He needed air. Without thinking, he shoved his feet into his shoes and slipped out into the night. The cold sea breeze hit his face as he walked along the shore, the rhythmic crash of waves doing little to quiet his mind. Then it struck him, a thought so sharp it made him freeze mid-step. What if I’m one of his experiments too? His stomach twisted. The System suddenly appeared in his life, the power ups, the weapons, and the more he thought about it in the end everything seemed to loop back to Dr. Riyad, was it possible? But how? His nails bit into his palms. What do those experiments have to do with me seeing the System? A memory surfaced, Dr. Abu Jumana’s voice, his words echoed in Ali's h

For the past week, Ali had been obsessively tracking the mysterious signals coming from the chip. His fingers moved quickly over the keyboard as his eyes scanned lines of code, growing more frustrated with each failed attempt. The thought of contacting underground hackers had come to him several times, maybe they knew something he didn't. But then he stopped himself. What if one of them reversed the situation and took control of him instead? The danger was too big.He needed help.Ali contacted his friends, Hadi, Haitham, and Hazim, he quietly explained the situation. "I think I'm close to breaking the chip's code, but I need assistance," he said while rubbing his tired eyes.Hadi, who always thought carefully before acting, frowned. "You're taking big risks, Ali. If you start dealing with hackers, one might take over your system before you know what's happening."Haitham agreed. "Don't contact any of them. You don't know what they might do."Hazim crossed his arms. "And what if this

Ali's fingers trembled slightly as he sat in Dr. Nabil's examination room, the sterile white walls pressing in around him. Hadi leaned against the counter, arms crossed, while Haitham paced nervously near the door. The sounds of medical equipment filled the tense silence. "So," Dr. Nabil said, adjusting his glasses as he studied the brain scan results, "the chip is still physically present, but we're detecting zero neural activity from it. It's as if..." "As if someone flipped a switch," Ali finished quietly, his voice hollow. He remembered the flashing red warning that had appeared in his vision just before everything went dark: [SYSTEM SHUT DOWN.]Haitham stopped pacing. "Try activating your armor now." Ali focused, reaching for that familiar energy that usually responded to his thoughts. Nothing. Not even a flicker. His stomach twisted. "It's dead," he whispered. Hadi pushed off the counter. "That bastard Professor must've remotely deactivated it when Ali got too close t