Roman’s fingers stayed lightly on the edge of the thin folder, but he didn’t bother looking at it again. He had already taken in the question written at the bottom of the page, and its meaning was clear to him.They were trying to find out what mattered to him more than money. What he would be willing to give up. And where his real loyalty truly stood.He raised his eyes and looked at Vincent Hale, as he was staring calmly.“You’re not asking the right question,” Roman said.The dark-haired woman paused mid-tap with her pen. Around the table, a few people adjusted in their seats, and the silence became serious now, filled with quiet anticipation.Vincent lifted one eyebrow just a little. “Explain it.”Roman shut the folder and slid it back toward the middle of the table using just two fingers, he was calm and confident.“You’re trying to figure out how I guard the things money can’t guard. But that question is based on the idea that protection means building barriers around people, wa

The first explosion happened at the Northridge site at 2:03 a.m.Roman was already awake when his phone began to vibrate. He had been lying on his back for about an hour, unable to sleep, as a strange cold feeling kept him alert.His screen lit up with a message from Marcus: There’s an explosion in Northridge. No deaths. The second team is moving now.Roman was putting on his boots when another call came in. This time, it was from the Harbor District site. It was the same kind of attack, but this time with careful timing and precision.Two explosions, fourteen miles apart, had happened within ninety seconds of each other.Roman stood in the dark room, steadying himself with one hand against the wall. He focused on his breathing, forcing it to stay slow and controlled. He knew he had to think clearly instead of rushing into action. Acting too fast was exactly what the attacker expected.Lena shifted behind him and called him in a sleepy voice, “Roman?”“Don’t move from here,” he said i

Mira had been sitting inside her apartment, staring at the mess that had surrounded her. Unpaid bills had been lying on the counter, empty coffee cups had been scattered around, and a suitcase she had not bothered to unpack for three weeks had been in the corner too.She had been thirty years old, and at that point, she had felt like she had nothing to show for her life. She had no job, no friends who still called her, and no reputation left that she could rely on.She had already tried everything she could think of. The contacts she once had in her industry had stopped responding to her calls weeks earlier. The tabloid deal she had been hoping for had also scattered after Roman’s lawyers had reminded her about the NDA she had signed. That had been her final plan, and once it is failed, she had been left with nothing else.For two days, she had barely left her bed. She had lain there watching the light shift across the ceiling while thinking about all the decisions that had led her to

And what did Lena have for him? A game. An advanced hacking game of Roman vs their Rivals, the Rivalites. Roman is the one to save his organization and supporter's forming the Walcott System from alien forces that have been tormenting it for years. He needed to rise up and it was at once he left the real world and got into the game world. To hack. Each success attempt, and hacking thrive. If he wins, his enemies would be crumbled to the dust and transmigrate into a poor son-in-law. Reintegrated Rivalite: DamianPrime Target: Calloway. ROMAN SETTLES IN THE GAME ROOM. LENA BY HIS SIDE.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[GAME STARTS……….]The Walcott System has been ruled by an Rivalite race called the Damians for over 100 years. Romanites live under strict surveillance, divided into labor sectors. One young man, Roman, thirteen years old, dares to challenge the regime when he discovers a secret that could change everything.The sky was never blue anymore.Not since the Damians arrived.Roman squinte

The Walcott System was no longer quiet.In the ruins of what was once a developed city, the streets cracked open and trembled—not from a Rivalite attack, but from within. Ancient tremors pulsed through the land as if the planet itself were waking from a long sleep.The Drokar had begun their march.Roman stood on a massive stone platform rising from the heart of a mountain range. His arms were unbound now. Not because he was free but because the Drokar had no reason to fear him. Around him, a firelight swayed on the ancient carved rock walls. Some of them looked terrifyingly human.The Rivalite elder, Varuk, stood beside him, silent.“You’ve seen what we did to your cities,” Varuk finally said. “You call it conquest.”Roman didn’t answer.“We call it restoration.”“Restoration?” Roman's voice cracked with disbelief. “You tore our homes apart.”“Your homes,” Varuk echoed. “The houses are buried in water, others engulfed by fire. You call the state of your city civilization. The Walcott