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SYSTEM
Inside a Detention room with a huge one-way glass window by the side. Maximus Dean we seated, handcuffed to the table. He could feel it, everyone was against him, not one person was on his side. He knew they were probably afraid of their secret going out to the public. It won't look good if people found out the Army had rendered their war-hero a cuckold. So right now they were looking for any opportunity to silence him, but in a legal way.. at least that's what he thought.Just then, the door clicked open, two men on black suit walked in. One of them was holding a large file. They both took a seat facing Maximus. They didn't bother to introduce themselves, rather the one with the file, opened it and began reading."Maximus Dean Perch, an orphan from the Southside of Zikchango. Joined the military in the year 2016, at the age of eighteen, and rose to the rank of Major in 2026." The man paused and looked up at Maximus, "That's quite fast. No wonder you're the hero of the Amerikan Federa
CONSPIRACY
[AUTHOR'S NOTE; From the new book; RISE OF THE EVIL ROYALS: APOCALYPSE.]"Maximus Dean Perch! You can't be serious!?" An angry female voice could be heard coming from a mansion."I'm dead serious Simran, I'm definitely leaving today." A young man in his late twenties said cooly as he packed his clothes into a duffel bag."Max! For Pete's sake, you must listen! What happened when you were away wasn't my fault, but yours. So stop throwing a tantrum like a child." She said without an ounce of remorse in her tone. This caused the man to pause and turn sharply to her."My fault!? You serious right now!? How in the nine hell was it my fault!? While I was on the front lines, fighting with my life on the line, serving good o'l Amerikan, protecting lives, your life included.. what were you doing? Of course you were spreading your legs to every person on trousers inside the camp. Who knows if there's more outside.. what I'm I even saying, of course there's gotta be more outside." Maximus was pr
CHAPTER 151. First Move Against The Unseen
The room didn’t return to normal after that. It couldn’t. Once you realize you’ve been watched, measured, and quietly pushed without knowing, there’s no going back to simple thinking. The air itself felt sharper, like every decision now had more weight than before. Dean stood still for a moment longer, his mind moving ahead of everyone else. Not rushing, not reacting—just placing pieces where they needed to be. Clarice broke the silence first, her voice controlled but carrying an edge that hadn’t been there before. “…So this isn’t just about fixing the breach anymore.” Dean shook his head once. “…No.” Philip shifted his stance, folding his arms again. “…Then we’re not dealing with a hidden enemy.” A pause. “…We’re dealing with an audience.” That word sat differently. Not enemy. Audience. Because an audience didn’t always act directly. Sometimes they just watched, waiting for the right moment to step in. Dean nodded slowly. “…And audiences decide what they want to keep.” Clarice’s eyes
CHAPTER 150: A Revealed Board
The words didn’t fade. They stayed in the air, sharp and clear, like something that refused to be ignored. You’re not the only one who knows how to play this game. Dean didn’t respond immediately. He let that sentence settle, let it stretch out long enough to show whether it carried weight or if it was just another layer of resistance. It carried weight. He could see it. Not just in the way the person held themselves now, but in the small shift in the room itself. Even Philip, who usually met tension with quiet confidence, had gone still. Clarice’s grip on her tablet tightened just a little, her eyes no longer just observing but calculating something deeper. Dean took a slow step forward, closing the space until there was nothing casual left between them. “…Then show me the board,” he said calmly. The person’s lips pressed together for a moment, like they were measuring how much to reveal and how much to keep buried. “…You’re already on it,” they replied. “You just don’t see the edges
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-NINE: Don't Sit Still
The call went out quietly, but the effect it carried was anything but small. The kind of silence that followed wasn’t the normal kind people got used to in a busy office. This one had weight. The kind that made even confident people feel like they were walking into something they couldn’t predict. Dean didn’t sit. He stood near the center of the room, hands relaxed at his sides, posture straight but not rigid. His face gave nothing away, but his eyes were sharp, steady, and waiting. Clarice stood slightly behind him, tablet in hand, her attention split between the incoming data and the door. Philip leaned against the wall, arms folded, watching like a man who had already decided how things might end but was still open to being proven wrong. Then the door opened. Slow. Controlled. And the person stepped in. No rush. No hesitation. Just a calm walk forward that would have looked normal to anyone who didn’t understand the tension in the room. But everyone here understood. Dean’s eyes loc
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-EIGHT: Enemy That Knows Your Name
The room didn’t breathe. It held. Every word that had just been said stayed suspended in the air like something too heavy to drop. Dean didn’t move. Not immediately. His eyes stayed on the man in front of him, not searching for fear, not looking for guilt, but measuring something more difficult—consistency. Truth wasn’t always in what people said. Sometimes it was in how little they changed when pressure tightened around them. “…Deeper than we think,” Dean repeated quietly. The man nodded once. “Yes.” Philip shifted slightly, his tone low but edged. “Or you’re just trying to make this bigger than it is.” The man didn’t look at him this time. He kept his eyes on Dean. “…If I wanted to deflect, I’d keep it simple.” A pause. “…This isn’t simple.” Clarice’s fingers hovered over her tablet, but she didn’t type. She was watching. Listening. Because right now, the smallest reaction mattered. Dean took a slow step forward. Not aggressive. Not soft either. Just enough to close the distance. “…
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