Chapter 2
At first, he thought it might be the bank calling to tell him that it was a wrong transaction that led to the money in his account and soon, it was going to be reversed but to his surprise, the voice he heard was from someone familiar. “Lucas, did you receive the money?” “Sister? Estelle? Is that you?” Lucas couldn’t believe his ears. He pulled the phone off and looked at the screen. It was a foreign number, yet the voice was that of his sister. “Yes, it’s me, Lucas,” Estelle confirmed. “What is happening? How and where did you get such money from?” He asked, confusion written on his face. His body was trembling beyond control. “I’m sorry, but there is something that we haven’t told you. Dad wanted us to keep this for another year before we tell you.” Estelle began, but curiosity was eating Lucas out already. “Lucas, I heard you are being bullied in school, so I have no choice but to reveal the truth to you. Our family is rich, Lucas. We own several companies that are worth billions of dollars. I know you have heard of Sky Tech, a company that produces one of the best technologies in the US. That company is ours, Lucas. We are worth several billion, even more than you can imagine.” “What?” Lucas felt like his heart was going to plunge out of his chest. If not for the fact that he received that whopping sum into his account, he would have assumed she was toying with him and just playing pranks. “I will give you time to process all this. I also grew up in a poor environment, and it hasn’t been long since I found out. I’m just getting used to being a rich girl now. Also, I sent a package to your school. There are some things I wanted to give you.” “I know you are still shocked. Our parents have a reason for this. They will tell you soon. For now, manage the twenty million I sent. By next month, I will send more. Bye. We will chat later on.” She said, and with that, she hung up. Lucas' eyes widened, and he fell on the bed. Out of nowhere he received twenty million and was just finding out that his family was rich and were worth billions? His sister even promised to send more next month? Thinking about everything he had gone through, the bullying and how he had to starve, tears appeared in his eyes. He wouldn’t have to undergo all that again or be ridiculed like his life meant nothing. But then he couldn’t resist the urge to call his parents to hear from them. At Least his father explain his reason for not telling him and that was because Lucas was his only son, and he would rather not spoil him with riches and in the end he would be swayed into the wrong path. Lucas was mature enough to understand what he meant, so he didn’t pursue the matter. His father also explained lots of things and told him he wanted it to be his graduation surprise, but Estelle had ruined it. At the end, Lucas chuckled as he wiped the tears off his eyes. The call ended, but importantly he was pleased. This wasn’t a dream. “Freya, if only you didn’t break up with me, I could have gotten you anything that pleases you.” “But then, you ridiculed me and took me for trash. Also, Alexander and James, both of you have bullied me enough. Let’s see what happens from now on.” Lucas thought to himself as he laughed bitterly. With that, he left the dorm and went to the bank. Soon hours passed. It was already none after he had left the bank and was on his way back to the school when a call came into his phone. He looked and saw it was the dormitory head. “Lucas, where are you? Are you okay? Why aren’t you in the dormitory?” “Ooh, sorry, I went for a walk.” “Come on. You should have said something. We were distressed about you. By the way, Charlotte called. She complained of not being able to reach you. Will you be able to spend her birthday with her? She said to ask you this and tell you to call her.” The dorm head said, and with that, he hung up. Lucas's eyes widened, and he scrolled through his phone to find her several messages and calls. His phone had been on silent until now, so he didn’t notice. He felt bad and thought about giving her the best birthday gift to make up for that. She had been a very good friend of his when most people neglected him and took him for trash. Other than his ex-girlfriend, she was the only female in his life who had never compared him to anyone, but instead saw him as someone who had worth. She even insisted that he come to her birthday. This meant she had never for once, looked down on him. Smiling, he made up his mind to buy her a gift. Now, instead of going further into the school, he turned and started walking down the street to find a store where he could get something nice. Down the street, he arrived at a store called Treasure Trove. The place was known to have pieces of antiques and even clothing. It was a popular place in the entire city. Lucas smiled as he knew he was going to get something nice. Already he had collected the VIP shopping cards the sister sent, so now he could use them instead of spending the cash in his account and later feeling guilty for being too extravagant with his spending. Sighing, he walked into the store and none of the sales agents approached him, as he wasn’t looking like someone who could buy a thing here. He wasn’t even qualified to be a cleaner here. So they thought. However, just then, Lucas came across a necklace that was on display in a show glass. It’s radiance and distinct features, was exquisite as it stood out among every piece. Unable to hold the urge, he felt this would be a perfect piece as it was blue and could easily match Charlotte's charming eyes. Smiling, he pointed at it and said. “Hello, I want this.” His voice was loud, and the sales agent turned to look. However, after tracing where he was pointing at and seeing the piece, their faces darkened and one of them bellowed. “Even if you sell your organs, you won’t be able to buy that piece, so I’ll suggest you get lost now before we call the guards Lucas hadn’t even processed what he was told when a familiar voice called out to him. “Lucas? What’s a poor thing like you doing in this store?”Latest Chapter
Chapter 123
Chapter 123The silence in Charlotte’s suite was a physical presence, a weight that pressed the air from her lungs. It wasn't peaceful; it was the dead, hollow quiet of a stage after the audience has filed out, leaving only the echo of performed laughter. She sat on the edge of her lavender duvet, staring at the pristine white envelope propped against her vanity mirror. The Integrity Committee’s letter was a formal ghost, but the real haunting was the silence from the people who were supposed to be her shields.It was Freya’s Instagram story that had been the final, exquisite twist of the knife. A soft-focus shot of a journal, a steaming mug, the caption: *"reckoning with the stories we tell ourselves. #personaltruth #newchapter."* The comments were a chorus of supportive hearts and "So brave!" Freya was masterfully editing Charlotte—the co-author, the co-conspirator—out of the narrative entirely, reframing herself as a misguided artist on a journey of accountability. The jealousy tha
Chapter 122
Chapter 123The silence in Charlotte’s suite was a physical presence, a weight that pressed the air from her lungs. It wasn't peaceful; it was the dead, hollow quiet of a stage after the audience has filed out, leaving only the echo of performed laughter. She sat on the edge of her lavender duvet, staring at the pristine white envelope propped against her vanity mirror. The Integrity Committee’s letter was a formal ghost, but the real haunting was the silence from the people who were supposed to be her shields.It was Freya’s Instagram story that had been the final, exquisite twist of the knife. A soft-focus shot of a journal, a steaming mug, the caption: *"reckoning with the stories we tell ourselves. #personaltruth #newchapter."* The comments were a chorus of supportive hearts and "So brave!" Freya was masterfully editing Charlotte—the co-author, the co-conspirator—out of the narrative entirely, reframing herself as a misguided artist on a journey of accountability. The jealousy tha
Chapter 121
Chapter 121A few months later....For three months, Lucas had lived in this self-imposed exile. The sharp, promising scholarship student was gone, a ghost replaced by this pale, focused operative. His crime had been curiosity; his sentence, social and academic obliteration. The Sentinel System—the university’s all-seeing, all-judging digital panopticon designed for “community harmony and proactive wellness”—had been turned against him with surgical precision.It had started with a research fellowship under Professor Alistair Finch, a charismatic pioneer in campus predictive analytics. Lucas, diving deep into the Sentinel’s source code for his thesis on algorithmic bias, had found the “Oracles”: a set of privileged, hidden administrative accounts that could inject data, alter behavioral flags, and manipulate the all-important “Civic Trust Score” without a trace. The Oracles weren’t a bug; they were a backdoor, woven into the system’s very fabric. His forensic trail led not to a hacker
Chapter 120
Chapter 120The choice was made. Path Three: Subversion. Now, Lucas Johnson had to build his arsenal. His intelligence was vast, scattered across encrypted drives, cloud snippets, and the labyrinthine corridors of his own memory. To wage a war from inside the enemy's walls, he needed it weaponized: organized, accessible, and protected with the kind of failsafes that would make attacking him the costliest mistake Sentinel could ever make.He began by designing the architecture. This wasn't a simple folder of documents. It was a strategic database, a war room in digital form. He used a custom, open-source database platform, heavily modified and hardened, running on a standalone machine never connected to any network. He called it **Project Labyrinth**.**Labyrinth** was divided into interconnected sectors, each a pillar of the coming offensive.**Sector A: The Human Cost.** Here, he compiled the dossiers of every verified victim. Julian Morrow's toxicology report and the link to the Pal
Chapter 119
Chapter 119The blueprint was complete. The machine—Sentinel’s vast, silent engine of acquisition—was laid bare in his mind, every gear, every wire, every chilling protocol mapped. The inheritance, that shimmering miracle that had guided his life for years, was now revealed as the central cog in that machine. It was no longer a question of what had happened to him. It was a question of what **Lucas Johnson** would do next. He stood at a precipice defined by three distinct, terrifying paths.**Path One: Acceptance.** He could play the part. He could stop his investigation, allow the “tests” to conclude, and accept the full inheritance when it was offered. He would receive the keys to Tier-II assets: the investment portfolio, the seed capital, the life of secure, gilded comfort. In exchange, he would enter their world. A debriefing, likely with Dr. Aris Thorne or the ghostly Axiom. An orientation. He would be given a role—perhaps in SACE-PSYOPS, analyzing new targets. Or in Ouroboros, m
Chapter 118
Chapter 118For months, Lucas had been a cartographer of his own persecution, mapping each cruelty back to its source. He had charts of SACE's divisions, dossiers on operatives and handlers, financial trails leading to defense contracts and blood minerals, and chilling protocols for non-compliance. But standing back from the vast mosaic of data, a single, coherent image finally emerged. It was no longer a collection of terrifying parts. It was a machine. A machine with a singular, chilling purpose.Sentinel Systems was not a wealth management firm that dabbled in psychological manipulation. It was the opposite. It was a **human capital acquisition engine**, and wealth management was its camouflage, its fuel source, and its reward mechanism.The inheritance structure was the perfect cover. It provided a plausible, even laudable, explanation for sudden fortune. It attracted exactly the kind of individuals they wanted: the brilliant, the ambitious, the vulnerable outsiders hungry for a c
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