Chapter five
Already, someone had phoned the manager to come over. Due to how urgent the situation had suddenly become, it didn’t take long for a man, clad in a suit and looking so dignified, to walk over. He was the manager. He had a serious expression on her as he quickly spoke. “What’s going on here?” “What else? It’s simple. We suspect this man of using a stolen card to buy from your store.” Alexander, who wanted Lucas' demise more than anyone else, spoke up. “Yes sir. We need to know whether this card is stolen or not.” Sonia chimed in. The manager twirled his head towards Lucas, and sized him up. The frown on his face deepened. There had been cases with similar acts before and the store management had to compensate with a lot of money. Such a thing shouldn’t repeat itself. “Bring me the card validator.” The manager looked at Mia who was standing in front of Lucas shivering and was blocking him like he would run out of the store. “Yes, manager.” She rushed off to bring it over. Soon, the card validator was brought, so the manager walked up to Lucas and asked for the card. “Your card please.” He was polite at first. If Lucas was a defaulter, then, of course, he was going to face consequences. Sighing, Lucas pulled out the card and passed it on to him. What does he have to lose? That card was given to him by his sister and even though he wasn’t sure if it was his name that was on it, he knew he didn’t steal it. “Punk, I can’t wait to disfigure your face soon enough,” Alexander smirked as he started cracking his knuckles, feeling thrilled to pounce on him. “What’s your name, sir?” The manager asked. “Lucas Johnson,” Lucas said. Subsequently, the manager's expression changed. He pulled the card quickly and handed it back to Lucas. “The card is yours, sir. We are sorry for the inconvenience.” He bowed slightly, his heart shivering as he knew he had offended a big shot. “What?” Everyone’s jaws were close to falling to the floor. Mia, who blocked Lucas from leaving as she had let words got into her, bowed her head in shame. He was her esteemed customer yet she treated him so badly. Her chest was filled with so much guilt. “Sir—are you sure you didn’t make a mistake? This person owns a platinum card?” She asked again to be certain. Smack! “Get out of his way quickly.” The manager slapped her and roared, forcing her to bow her head and retreat to the side with a hand on her face that was burning in pain. By now, both Alexander and Freya were caught in a daze, barely able to breathe. From how they acted earlier, the manager could tell they were the kind of people who would stop at nothing to bully someone and put them in trouble. They had ridiculed Lucas, who was a dignified customer of their store. And besides, he had offended Lucas just now, so to show how sorry he was, he felt he was supposed to eliminate these kinds of people. “Hey, you two, may I know what led you to infuriate our esteemed customer?” He sneered. Alexander's eyes widened even more, but he quickly spoke. “I just wanted to make sure he wouldn’t scam you guys. I did it out of the goodness of my heart.” “Bunch of shit! I am sure you haven’t bought anything here today, yet you humiliate someone like him? You have chosen the wrong opponent today.” The manager harrumphed before pointing at the door. “Leave at this instant! Both of you!” He snapped. Immediately, a direct customer eviction was issued. Freya looked over at Lucas hoping he would chirp in and save them some face, but he didn’t. As for Alexander, even if he managed to empty his account to buy Freya the necklace, he still couldn’t compare to Lucas. Lucas was a VIP customer. Unbelievable right? Mia, the sales agent, swallowed hard and bowed to Lucas. “I am sorry, Lucas.” She owed him an apology after all, as she regretted her actions. Lucas ignored her and looked at the manager. “Thank you, sir. I’ll be leaving now. I have other things to attend to.” He was tired of all the stares on him, especially from those females. This was the first time he had to flaunt luxury in front of so many people. He was still new to it. In fact, this didn’t go in line with his personality, but soon he might have to get accustomed to it. His only wish was to become an ordinary person who did not have to worry about such a huge sum of money. Shortly after he walked out of the store, his phone began to buzz, jerking his attention. This time it was Charlotte who was calling him. A smile curled up on his lips and he quickly picked up. “Lucas, look, I don’t care what others might say or think about you. You are my best buddy, and never should you miss my birthday party. Even your roommates are here. Where are you?” Her anxious voice came from the other side of the phone. “I’m heading there right away,” Lucas replied, his heart melting at her words. “Don’t forget, put on something charming. I’ll introduce you to a fine young lady.” Charlotte reminded Lucas again. Sighing, it wasn’t like Lucas could do anything, so he agreed, and the call came to an end. He then looked at the box of necklace he was holding, and it was too exposed, so he went to a nearby store and bought a two-cent worth of pink plastic bag. Then he put the necklace inside. Luckily, the bag was fancy at least, so it made him feel it was proper now. Having done that, he stood by the road and hailed a cab. He hopped in and immediately gave the address of the restaurant.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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