All Chapters of RISE OF THE STUDENT BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 81
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Chapter 81
Chapter 81The meeting point was Dev’s idea, a place he called a “neutral data haven.” It was the public library’s periodicals archive, a vast, windowless room in the basement that had paper and dust as it's friends. Rows of tall, metal shelves holding decades of magazines and newspapers created narrow, private canyons. The elderly librarian stayed in front of the desk with his hands on his chin like one who was tired of life. It was a place designed for silence and solitude, perfect for a business that required neither witnesses nor digital footprints.Lucas arrived first, his heart was racing at a faster pace.Dev’s message had been cryptic, urgent, insisting on a face-to-face with no details given. Every instinct, honed by months of warfare, screamed that this was a risk. But it was Dev. His friend. The one person he’d tried to keep clean of this mess. If Dev was breaking protocol, it had to be critical.He saw Dev slip into the aisle, his lanky frame looking out of place among the
Chapter 82
Chapter 82Lucas went back to the villa with the USB drive in his hands. He was so discreet about the environment and was still on guard till he entered the room. He inserted the drive that Dev gave him into the laptop and was scrolling through the names that were at the ground level. The pouch was beside him although he tried to hide it. For a while he stared at the icon that had appeared on his screen, a gateway to a darker more intricate part of the war.He took a deep breath, releasing it a little. Then he double-clicked. A directory tree unfolded, on a blank page. No fancy interfaces, no corporate branding. Just folders, meticulously labeled not with project codenames, but with mundane titles: "HR_Onboarding," "ProjectMgmt_Portal," "IT_Support_Tickets." Dev's source had been very efficient . This was the administrative backbone of the beast, the unglamorous paperwork of psychological dismantlement.He opened the "HR_Onboarding" folder. Inside was a simple text file listing do
Chapter 83
Chapter 83The text message had arrived on a Tuesday, a sliver of digital ice in the middle of Dominic's routine. The number was unknown, the area code non-specific. The message itself was simple:*We have a mutual interest in Mr. Lucas J. The old clock tower. 8 PM. Come alone.*Dominic’s blood ran cold. His first, rational instinct was to delete it, to block the number, to tell Lucas immediately. This was the shadow world he had only discussed in hushed tones with Charlotte, the abstract threat that was consuming his friend. It wasn't supposed to become too real. Dominic chill ran down his spine as he saw this.Curiosity, they said is a deadly instrument. Dominic was curious on how the meeting would turned out, if only he knew that it would resort into something else, he would have not ventured in the first place.The destination looked like the building in the medieval times, Dominic scanned the environment and wondered why the location had to be hidden and discreet.He didn’t have
Chapter 84
Chapter 84The whole world stood still as Lucas looked at the laptop that was in front of bim.The USB drive from Dev had been the key-not just to Sentinel's human vulnerabilities, but to a new, more ruthless methodology. Lucas was done being the hunted. It was time to become the hunter.It had been his room, the haven, and it was now the control center. His room was dark even though it was day. The only light that illuminated the room was the one from his laptop. On the left screen, lines of elegant, malicious code scrolled down a terminal window—his creations, digital bloodhounds. To the right, a sprawling mind-map application pulsed with connections, a living entity growing more complex by the hour. The middle screen was his main viewfinder into the abyss.He had begun with the construction of an extensive digital monitoring apparatus. A brazen, legally fortress of code designed to do one thing: listen. With a mix of packet-sniffing scripts fitted for the university's network archi
Chapter 85
Chapter 85In a few days, the initial shock of discovery had hardened into cold resolve. The three original nodes were no longer anonymous threats; they were known variables in a terrifying equation. Lucas had named his hunters, and in so naming them, he had begun to transform them into prey. But his digital bloodhounds, now refined and relentlessly parsing the university's data streams, soon picked up new scents. The web was wider, more intricately woven than he had first imagined.Over the course of a week, he painstakingly observed and correlated metadata until, finally, three other operatives were discovered. They were more subtle, their data streams even more carefully hidden, specializing in facets of his life he hadn't even considered under such scrutiny.Operative 4: "The Librarian"Her node was embedded in the digital circulation system of the main library. At first, her data bursts seemed random, but Lucas's pattern-recognition scripts soon identified the trigger: his studen
Chapter 86
Chapter 86It was cold and heavy in his hands. He knew who the watchers were and when their shifts changed, how they worked. For several weeks, Lucas had been a passive subject of their experiment-a rat in a maze whose every turn was logged and analyzed. Now it was time to start designing the maze himself.It was a simple plan but it was a bit complicated; he would become a playwright, and the six operatives would be his unwilling audience. He would feed them a narrative, a carefully constructed fiction of his own collapse, delivered through the very channels they had so meticulously compromised.First came the script. He couldn't just have a breakdown; it had to be a plausible, gradual one. He opened a new encrypted file and began to draft the character of "Failing Lucas."*Phase 1: Social Withdrawal.* He would validate The Socialite's data. He sent a string of abrupt, negative responses to messages from Charlotte and Dominic. *"Sorry, swamped with work." "Can't make it, maybe next w
Chapter 87
Chapter 87It was not so much a shock, but the confirmation of the discovery sent a chill down through his spine. For weeks, Lucas had been tracking the six operatives; their encrypted whispers streamed toward the central server at Sentinel. But there was something different in the data stream tagged to Dominic's handler; the one who had confronted him under the clock tower. It was cleaner, more evasive. The other operatives sometimes showed the digital equivalent of scuff marks on their communications: slight timing inconsistencies, predictable relay patterns; this one was a bug.Lucas had given it the codename **SPECTER.He had predicated his entire counter-operation on the presumption that he was the subject, the central node in Sentinel's web. To find out Dominic, too, had been ensnared, poisoned into a well of information, made him shake his head slightly. It wasn't just his life they were dismantling but every connection-they were corrupting: Charlotte's loyalty, Dev's friend
Chapter 88
Chapter 88The revelation of Axiom had shifted the very bedrock of Lucas’s world. The enemy wasn't a faceless corporation; it was a person, an ideology, a cold, calculating intellect that saw human relationships as a system to be gamed. This new understanding cast a harsh, retrospective light on everything that had come before. And it forced Lucas to re-examine the most painful fracture of all: Charlotte.He had been operating on the assumption that her hostility was an organic, if brutal, reaction to the pressure they were under. A friendship buckling under the weight of his secret war. But what if it wasn't? What if Axiom, or someone like him, had seen a crack and decided to widen it into a chasm?He created a new, encrypted directory on his system, labeling it with cold precision: **SUBJECT: CHARLOTTE - PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE & WEAPONIZATION.**This would not be an emotional indictment. It would be a forensic case study. He began compiling a comprehensive dossier, a timeline of her
Chapter 89
Chapter 89The first new piece of evidence appeared in his student portal on a Tuesday morning. An automated notification from the Office of Academic Integrity informed him that a previously unflagged section of his midterm paper for Political Theory 401 had been flagged for "significant textual similarities" to an unpublished graduate thesis from a university in Belgium. The system listed a 94% correlation.Lucas read the notification as a tremor went down his spine. The initial plagiarism charge had been a blunt instrument—a clumsy, forged document. This was different. This was precise. Someone had accessed the university's plagiarism detection software itself and manually inserted false data, linking his work to an obscure, inaccessible source. It was a digital phantom, impossible to disprove without proving the system itself had been compromised.He didn't respond. He saved the notification, timestamped it, and filed it in a folder he’d labeled "The Frame-Up."The escalation had b
Chapter 90
Chapter 90 The academic frame-job was precise as it targeted his weak points. But Lucas knew the attack had to be versatile. To complete the picture of his psychological collapse, there needed to be a public, social component—the digital equivalent of a mob, creating a chorus of condemnation that would isolate him completely. His performance of isolation and despair needed a soundtrack of real, venomous voices. He had to find the source. He created a new digital arsenal: a suite of anonymous social media accounts. These weren't the sterile, encrypted shells he used for his deep work. These were living, breathing personas with curated histories, friend lists, and interests designed to infiltrate the periphery of campus life. There was "Jake," a transfer student trying to find his footing; "Maya," a politically active grad student; and "Leo," a cynical townie who frequented campus bars. They were bugs with fingerprints, designed to listen. He started broadly, joining generic universi