Seth Roland’s voice trembled slightly as he held his tablet. “Master… it’s an emergency report from Obisedia. It came through some restructuring channels simultaneously.” The room tightened instantly. Connor didn’t react immediately. His eyes shifted once toward the massive screen-wall inside his office. His fingers moved calmly on the desk in front of him, where his laptop sat open, directly connected to the system feed. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke. “I’ve seen it.” The CEOs exchanged quick glances across their video feeds displayed on the screened office wall. The tension in the room did not reduce. Connor leaned back slightly in his office chair, his voice steady but colder. “It’s real, but it’s contained. Let's continue our business. We will not slow down. But keep it fast.” Seth blinked. “Master… continue while this is happening?” Connor’s gaze lifted toward the central display where all CEOs appeared in separate frames. “Yes. If Obisedia shakes, the entire s

The office screened wall flickered with failed results as silence pressed heavily inside the command office. Connor’s eyes stayed fixed on the flowing data streams, but nothing was appearing. Not a single trace. Not even a fragment of digital residue. Derek Hollow finally broke the silence. “Master… my system is returning the same result. Nothing. It’s like the source never existed.” Leon Graves followed quickly. “Same here. My HelixCore scan shows zero origin points.” Seth Roland adjusted his posture, tension in his voice. “Master, even Titan Origins cannot locate a single footprint. This is impossible.” Connor didn’t respond immediately. His fingers moved slowly across CloudTech engine, launching deeper search layers. Then he spoke calmly. “Push deeper. Strip every encryption layer. I want raw exposure.” A technician’s voice echoed through the system. “Executing ultra-deep CloudTech quantum scan… still nothing detected.” The room tightened. Amelia Cross whispered, “Then who

Minutes later, Connor was already seated inside his black Rolls-Royce Spectre.The luxurious vehicle glided away from CloudTech while the city lights reflected across its tinted windows. The driver remained silent as he focused on the road ahead.Connor leaned back comfortably.His hands rested on the armrests while his eyes stared through the window.CloudTech slowly disappeared behind them.A few minutes later, they had already left the Silicon District.The roads became quieter.Yet Connor's thoughts remained occupied by Obisedia.The Quantum Shadow Detection Network had to be deployed before midnight.There could be no mistakes.Not tonight.Meanwhile, far away in Caesaria, activity was already underway.Inside a secured military-grade airfield owned by the Wood Group, a massive silver aircraft rested on the runway.Its sleek body reflected the evening sunlight.Across the side were the words:PEREGRINE ORIGINThe aircraft itself carried a legendary name.Speed of Light.It was on

Minutes later, he finally stopped reviewing the endless reports displayed across the laptop screen.The reconstruction projections had been checked.The security deployments had been verified.The Quantum Shadow Detection Network was already active.There was nothing else requiring his immediate attention tonight.He exhaled slowly and closed the laptop using his fingerprint authorization.The displays vanished instantly.Silence returned to the luxurious suite.Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the lights of Glenwood Villa glittered beneath the midnight sky.Connor rubbed the bridge of his nose.It had been a long day.For the first time in hours, he intended to sleep.Just as he stood from his chair—Beep.Beep.His iPhone suddenly lit up on the table.Connor paused.His eyes moved toward the screen.A notification had arrived.The sender immediately caught his attention.Caesaria Judicial Administration Portal.His expression changed slightly.The official court website r

Moments later, the Tesla slowed as the massive structure of the Federal High Court came into view, its towering columns and hardened glass facade reflecting the morning light like a symbol of judgment itself. Connor remained silent in the back seat, his gaze fixed forward as the vehicle approached the security perimeter. His jaw was tight, but his expression stayed calm, controlled, almost unreadable. “Master, we have arrived at the Federal High Court,” the driver announced respectfully. Connor replied after a brief pause. “Stop here.” The driver hesitated slightly. “Sir, the VIP entrance is ahead. Security clearance has been—” “I said stop here,” Connor repeated, calm but firm. “Yes, Master,” the driver answered quickly. The Tesla pulled over. Connor stepped out alone, adjusting his golden tie under the sunlight. No escort followed him this time. No guards surrounded him. Yet the elegance of his corporate suit, the usual golden tie, the shine of his Rolex, and the