Lucas was confused, his mind spinning in circles he couldn’t escape. The thought of bringing down the President of his own country felt impossible, almost laughable, yet the system’s command echoed in his head like a curse. He pressed his palms against his temples, his breath uneven. “How am I supposed to do this?”he thought. “How can one man fight against the most powerful figure in the nation?”He had no manpower, no army, no loyal followers to stand behind him. He was alone. Even though he had abilities, his uncanny gift to hear things others couldn’t from afar, those were not enough. Against the president. The President had backings, layers of protection, men who would die for him, systems built to shield him from scandal or attack. Lucas knew that one word from the president could ruin him completely. His reputation, his life, his freedom all could vanish in an instant if the president chose to speak against him. Lucas’s chest tightened, his heart pounding with dread. He fel

Hector lay in the hospital bed, his arm bound tightly in white bandages that carried the faint scent of antiseptic. The sterile room hummed with the low buzz of machines, each beep reminding him of how close he had come to death. His mind replayed the moment he was shot over and over. Dianne hadn’t meant to kill him, he knew that now, because she didn’t target his sensitive spot. The door creaked open, and Hector’s breath caught when he saw who entered. The President himself stepped inside, his presence filling the small room with an air of authority that made the nurses outside fall silent. Two guards lingered at the door, but the president waved them back. He wanted this conversation private. He moved closer to Hector’s bed, his shoes clicking against the polished floor. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes carried a weight that made Hector’s chest tighten. “You’re fortunate, Hector,” The president said calmly. “Dianne could have ended your life. Instead, she chose mercy

Lucas stood in the dim warehouse, giving orders to the men the system prepared for him. “You all should be on standby,” he told the men gathered around him. “When I’m certain of the next move, I’ll give the orders. Until then, wait.” They nodded and Lucas pulled a face cap low over his brow and tightening a black mask across his mouth, he walked out of the warehouse cautiously, because he knew eyes could be anywhere. Outside, the street was restless with noise, but Lucas kept his head down and hailed a cab. Sliding into the back seat, he leaned against the window, trying to disappear as fast as he could. The driver glanced at him briefly in the mirror, wondering why he was all covered up, but he waved it off, then he turned up the radio. A talk show was running, with people giving their opinion. “…the president is showing mercy,” one caller said. “If not, Lucas would already be behind bars.” Another voice cut in, agreeing. “He should just give back the shares, fall to his kn

Daniel had sent his location earlier in the day, and Lucas, trusting the system’s judgment, dispatched a few of the men he knew could be relied upon. They were discreet, and loyal exactly the kind of people Lucas would feel comfortable around. Hours passed, and as dusk settled, Daniel finally arrived at the compound. Lucas was waiting at the entrance. He stepped forward with a warm smile. “Daniel, welcome,” Lucas said, extending his hand. “I’m glad you made it safely.” Daniel shook his hand firmly, his eyes scanning the surroundings. “Lucas, this place… it’s impressive. You’ve set it up really well.” Lucas chuckled lightly. “Thank you. It’s taken time, but I wanted it to feel secure and organized. You’ll see, everything here has a purpose.” They walked inside together, Daniel paused, taking it all in. “You weren’t exaggerating,” Daniel said, nodding approvingly. “It feels like a proper base. I can see you’ve thought through every detail.” Lucas gestured toward the table.

Two days had passed, and Lucas still hadn’t received a single word from his informant. The silence gnawed at him, each hour stretching longer than the last. He sat at the edge of his bed, staring at his phone, wondering if something had gone wrong. “What if they’ve been caught?” he thought. “Doesn’t that mean Freya’s location is lost forever? How am I supposed to find her now?”Unable to keep the worry bottled up, Lucas went to Daniel. “It’s been two days, Daniel. Nothing. No updates, I can’t shake the feeling that something’s happened.” Daniel leaned back in his chair, calm as ever. “You need to breathe, Lucas. These things take time. Rushing won’t help. Be patient.” Lucas clenched his fists. “Patient? Freya could be anywhere, and every second counts. I can’t just sit here waiting.” Daniel gave him a steady look. “Trust the process. If your informant has something, they’ll reach out. You’ll know when the time is right.” Almost as if the universe had been listening, Lucas’s