Ryan woke up abruptly, his eyes snapping open as sunlight filtered through the wide glass windows of his hotel suite. For a brief moment, he simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, his mind already racing ahead of the day. Then reality settled in.Today mattered.He pushed himself up from the bed

The sudden silence that followed the system’s disappearance felt heavier than the gunfire that had just ended. Ryan stood still for a brief moment, his chest rising and falling steadily. The masked men lay tied up on the floor, groaning softly, fear written plainly on their faces. Isabel was still

Edwin Richardson sat comfortably in one of his private offices.In his hand was a porcelain cup of coffee, freshly brewed, the steam rising lazily as he took a slow sip.For the first time in days, Edwin felt at ease.Ryan Walker was gone.That was the truth he had convinced himself of.The bet had

Ryan lifted his phone slowly, deliberately, making sure every camera in the room caught the screen.“For those who still doubt,” he said calmly, “this is my verified account.”He turned the screen outward.For a split second, there was silence.Then—“Oh my God…”“Is that real?”“Zoom in! Zoom in!”

The earlier chaos from the reporters faded into a tense silence, broken only by the sound of Edwin’s labored breathing and the shuffle of officers positioning themselves around him.One of the senior officers turned toward Ryan, his expression complicated—half gratitude, half disbelief.“Mr. Walker,