The drive back from the campus library felt like a massive blur of engine sounds and Nelson’s own restless thoughts, but the moment he pushed open the front door of his family's home, the noise in his head fell completely silent. He stepped into the small hallway, his chest tightening with a familiar, gnawing anxiety. He remembered the strange, detached look in his mother's eyes as if the world around her had briefly turned into a blank slate— it weighed on him far more than any high-stakes situation he'd been in recently. He walked slowly into the living room and found her sitting in her favorite armchair, a pale ray of afternoon sun resting across her shoulders. She looked fragile, but when her eyes met his, the weakness in her face from earlier seemed to have cleared. Nelson approached slowly, pulling up a wooden chair to sit directly in front of her. He reached out, taking her hands in his, and looked squarely into her eyes, searching for any trace of hesitation. "Mom..." He as

Vance, the CFO, frowned and leaned forward, pulling the top document out of the folder. As his eyes scanned the official corporate registry stamps, transfer deeds, and government-verified ownership certificates, his face drained of color."This... this is a total share transfer," Vance whispered, his voice trembling slightly as he handed the sheet to Ray. "One hundred percent equity. The private holdings, the public float... all of it. Transferred to a single entity.""Nelson Fisher," Ray read from his copy, his face shifting from outrage to stunned disbelief. He glared up at Nelson, his hands shaking slightly against the mahogany surface. "You're... you're the shadow buyer? But you're barely out of your twenties!""Age is just a number, Mr. Ray. Just like the five million dollars this company is worth," Nelson replied coolly. "And right now, I'm the only board member whose vote actually matters."A wave of frantic whispers swept through the room. The executives exchanged panicked, un

The next day, Nelson wasted no time getting into action.He adjusted the strap of his Sprite watch, stepping out into the bustling atmosphere of the city square.Dressed in a crisp black T-shirt, tailored black trousers, and matching white sneakers, he looked and poured out the quiet, commanding presence of a company Chairman.At the designated drop-off site, Maya Lin, his newly appointed COO, was already waiting beside a sleek, custom-built food truck."Chairman," Maya greeted him warmly, motioning toward the vehicle. She immediately launched into a detailed briefing, running through the specs—the high-capacity generator, the engine's horsepower, the electrical system compatibility, and the specialized kitchen layout.Nelson inspected the setup, thoroughly impressed. "You've absolutely outdone yourself, Maya."A faint blush touched her cheeks as she offered a sweet, lingering smile. "Anything for my wonderful boss."Nelson caught the subtle tone in her voice, and the system's interfa

The next morning marked Nelson's last day of studying before the mock exams. Instead of starting the day with books and manuals he considered his confrontation with Pete Dunne at the diner and he spent a few extra hours changing the locks and keys to the doors in the house. Both his mother and sister were worried as to why he was doing this, but he just told them to not let any strangers into the house.After washing up and changing his clothes, he had breakfast and headed to the University campus for a study session with Hibino and Lizzy. But, before they could finish, Lizzy left due to an emergency at her work place.After finishing the final group study session, or better put teaching lesson, because Nelson spent the better part of it educating Hibino and anyone that cared to join in. They headed out of the library.Hibino’s big stomach rumbled loudly, as they walked out.Nelson glanced over, laughing. “Sounds like someone’s ready for lunch…”Hibino rubbed his stomach, grinning. “T

Nelson’s heart raced as he made the decision, Choice C was clearly solidifying in his mind. As soon as he took a first step towards the scene, a flood of information poured into his brain — sharp, precise, tactical knowledge that wasn’t there moments before.[Choice C Selected by overwhelming intention. Reward: Commando Skill —Level 2.]The Commando skill snapped into place as if he had always known how to use weapons, how to survive, and how to handle extreme situations.Just as the rush of knowledge subsided, the scene unfolded in front of him with terrifying clarity. The van, which had been creeping closer, stopped abruptly, right in the middle of the street. It was around the evening hours but it was still bright enough to see, the sun had gone below the event horizon, but what happened next felt like a nightmare.The van’s doors burst open, and three men in pitch-black clothing, their faces concealed by eerie masks leapt out. In one swift, practised motion, they seized the woman.