2026-06-16 09:43:00The bowl of noodles in front of Amar was licked clean down to the last drop of soup. For a stomach accustomed to being ravaged by instant noodles mixed with cold rice from a rickety rice cooker, today's meal felt like a Michelin-starred feast.
"Keep the change, man. Thanks, these noodles were the best!" Amar said firmly. He laid down a fifty-thousand rupiah bill, the remainder of the first hundred-thousand he’d broken from his envelope, and strolled away. The shopkeeper’s jaw dropped. "Are you serious? A double order with egg and corned beef is fifteen thousand tops, hey, buddy, may you be blessed with much fortune!" the man shouted happily. Inside Amar’s head, the old god cleared his throat in annoyance. "Wasting the remnants of your offerings on a casteless servant? That money in your bag could have been used to hire an alchemist! Ah, forget it, talking to you about nobility is harder than teaching a goblin etiquette!" Alchemists these days sell synthetic kidneys through apps, Brother, Amar replied lightly. Just enjoy it for now. The young man’s steps were light and rhythmic, his bag tucked tightly under his arm. His goal now was to find a decent three-star hotel, take a long shower, stare at his remaining 29 million plus, and plan a future where he could be an elite boarding house mogul without ever working as a laborer again. However, the "Cosmic Luck" instinct that had unconsciously merged with his central nervous system began to trigger an internal warning. The hair on the back of Amar’s neck suddenly stood up, an incredible chill washing over him. The crowded, asphalt-melting street that should have been glaring with harsh sunlight felt like it was dimming rapidly as Amar took a shortcut through an alleyway between motorcycle spare part shops that were starting to empty out. The clouds didn't turn dark with rain, but ... the surrounding air felt airtight, silent, as if the frequency of Jakarta’s Bajaj and motorcycle engines were blocked by an invisible veil. "Whoa, why did it suddenly get so creepy," Amar muttered, frozen in his tracks in the middle of a grimy, moss-covered alley filled with runoff from the Padang restaurant next door. Clack ... clack ... The sound of metal scraping against the asphalt echoed softly, dominating the silence. "A rat smelling of jasmine ... finally found you in a slum like this," a freezing hiss mocked him, followed by a pair of shadows that leaped silently onto the asbestos roofs, blocking both the front and back of the alley, locking Amar in completely! Amar stared at the two tall figures dressed in black. Both wore iron face masks and strange fabric cloaks the size of suit jackets cut to the elbows, looking like cultist militia uniforms that had been washed dozens of times without softener; dull, dark, tattered, but .... Two kris-shaped daggers glowing with a poisonous green sheen were drawn, gripped menacingly by the two cultist followers who had arrived. Level one assassin energy, henchmen of the Prince of Lies, Malakor of the North, ready to harvest tonight!! "They are from the Sector of Deception, Lowly God-Soldiers!" Astraeus’s voice thundered from his consciousness. His arrogant tone vanished momentarily, replaced by the military tension of a War God : "The Miasma Daggers they carry only need one scratch on your scrawny skin, and within fifteen seconds, your body will rot into a puddle!! SWITCH YOUR MENTAL MODE TO MINE ... QUICKLY, GIVE ME SPACE FOR!!!" To the alert instincts of a deity like the God of War, it was only natural to demand a lane switch to dismember these two low-cult scum like animals, however ... the cunning and wayward mind of a lonely, poor human who loved watching action soap operas, Amar thought more quickly in a way that was ... absurd. "Chill out for a sec!" Amar brushed the thought aside arrogantly, unafraid! As the cultist assassins' green aura of intimidation began to tighten with battle cries, the golden hologram slowly cracked into purple hues within the pupils of the young man trapped in the alley. [ WARNING! DETECTING GRUDGE (18% MALAKOR CULT HATRED) TOWARD YOU ] [ ENEMY KNOWS LOCATION, SKILL ACTIVATION APPROVED : LEVEL 1 TRASH-TALK KING ] Cost : 10 Points. Balance Deducted. Amar shoved his hands into the pockets of his expensive new black jacket, giving a disinterested shrug, and exhaled a loud, heavy breath toward one of them. "Is this how people ruin lives these days? Did you two agree to get lost, or are you just short on cash for the highway bandit auditions, pops? That piss-stained mask is so dusty it hasn't seen a wash in years and man, acting all tough with those crooked metal carvings! Buddy, my Mom’s kitchen knives get scrubbed with dish soap every Friday." Amar said with biting sarcasm. The New Master spoke with pure arrogance! Cultist Number One felt a thunderous rage in his chest!! As a weaver of the silent night, his stealth was being mocked by a lowly street rat!! His anger veins suddenly jumped TING (Logic Break), "YOU ARROGANT HUMAN BOUND FOR HELL!!!! DIE!!!!" His senseless scream cut off instantly. The figure vanished from his starting point in a flash, like a pouncing cheetah, his unsheathed green dagger swept fast toward AMAR'S solar plexus! "DIE!" the War God's inner voice sneered at Amar, who was still acting completely oblivious to the danger!!! But something else altered the laws of logic. The moment the distance hit an arm's length ... something irrational was activated, passive effect : "Bad Luck / Enemy’s Misfortune Reflection." The dagger pointed straight from a perfect lunge. Number One landed in front of Amar, thud! Right into a thick, oily puddle of spoiled rendang that had fallen into the wet gutter. [Sluuuurp, SPLAT!] The floor's slickness sent his boots flying until the killer’s stance groaned into a perfect split (Not elite acrobatics, more like his thighs forced wide, slamming his crown jewels into the brick floor)!!! Krrrkkktthk A cringing sound followed the cracking of groin muscles that weren't ready for the stretch. It wasn't over, the "Fate-Bypassing Skill" effect ... the enemy's hand didn't fly toward Amar's body; instead, the hilt of the weapon soared through the air, spinning wildly and hitting the fallen perpetrator right in the chest!!! CLINK!! It stuck shallowly into his vest!! "AAAAGGGRRRRKH!!" The killer jolted hysterically, his jewels were bleeding, his muscles torn unnaturally, his own blade paralyzed his pulse, and his body spasmed ungracefully like a dissected cockroach, he let out a stupid howl! Flailing!!! Spasming with eyes bulging sadly behind his mask!! Amar stared blankly. The System was silent, and Astraeus almost lost his refined jaw as it dropped in his mental illusion, frozen in shock at what kind of divine absurdity this was!!!!? [ Ting !!! Target 1 suffered absolute humiliation + elite killer status demoted to TOTAL BLUNDERING FOOL. + SHAME WRAPPED IN BROKEN GENITALS - Points Absorbed = +400 ] Praise from a screen glowing with festive hypocrisy!! Cultist Number Two couldn't believe his partner of 20 years was getting slaughtered so pathetically on the ground, looking like a slapstick mime, he went berserk, turning red with rage as he aimed at Amar from behind! "FOUL ILLUSION MAGIC! RECEIVE YOUR PUNISHMENT!?" "See, I told you. It’s slippery, Uncle ... oh, by the way, buddy behind me, Mister, are those baggy pants strings you're borrowing so long they hit the ground? Hope they don't get snagged in the sewer grate." Amar chimed in, sounding naive but with the provocation level of a Demon!! Pooop!!! {Skill cost taken!! - 10 points!!!] The second killer moved forward with an epic-looking spinning flip maneuver, cutting through the wind and ... Snap!!! Because rage was fueling his brain, his calm quality leaked, without any resistance, the DRAWSTRINGS of his cloak somehow physically tangled into the drainage grate below and! "WHAM!!" his head slammed into the edge of the brick wall, he twisted his neck, unable to stop! Snap!! Cold sweat broke out, this killer was tangled, choking himself like he was in a pillory, enduring pure, agonizing pain. Both were shaking. Total KO. They were actually sobbing. Peed themselves! "Me ... mercy ... mercy." he muttered in pain, no deadly magic left, just two killers with bad coordination that defied logic, shame burned through them as they suffered!!! Amar stepped over them. "Tsk tsk tsk. Poor guys. Tough luck this morning," Amar muttered. With arrogance and a growing savings account. And meanwhile, in the shadows. Astraeus was speechless ... What on earth is this??? What kind of war is this??? What kind of Pantheon is this!!!? The War God couldn't process the rules, but a festive wealth of points ran wild on the golden screen: +800 ENERGY, awakening divine energy, recovering without him even realizing it. This kid ... this loser, could he really be the heavens' hidden joke??
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Chapter 70 The Guest in Room 3B
The rain in Menteng didn't fall like water; it drifted like cold, liquid debt. It pooled on the cracked pavement, reflecting the flickering neon signs of high-society estates that were, for the first time in an age, shivering in the dark.Amar didn’t move. He stood on the rooftop of his boarding house, his boots resting on a layer of industrial-grade dust. Beside him, Stela’s breathing was shallow, rhythmic, the only sound competing with the distant, dying hum of the grid."It’s a trap," Stela whispered, her thumb hovering over the dead display of her tablet. "It has to be. The Board doesn't leave 'Welcome' mats, Amar. They leave subpoenas.""A subpoena would be a courtesy," Amar replied, his eyes locked on the third floor of the wooden boarding house below. A single, amber light glowed behind the curtains of Room 3B. "This is a house call."Valerius, perched on the edge of the para
Chapter 69 The Ink of Abandonment
The darkness inside the vault was not an absence of light; it was a weight. It pressed against Amar’s chest like a physical barrier, thick with the smell of ozone and the dry, suffocating scent of ancient paper."You’re very quiet, Mr. Amar," the Chairman’s voice drifted through the void, detached and rhythmic, like a metronome ticking in a tomb. "Usually, people beg for a payment plan. Or they attempt to negotiate their exit."Amar stood perfectly still, his eyes adjusting to the crushing gloom. He could feel the Ledger beneath his fingers—its leather cover was no longer cool; it was fever-hot, pulsing with the same erratic, stuttering rhythm as his own heart."I'm not here to negotiate, Chairman," Amar whispered. His voice didn't echo. It was absorbed by the surrounding walls, swallowed by the sheer volume of recorded debt. "I’m here to finalize the liquidation."A sharp, amused exhale sounded in the darkness. "Liquidation requires an asset. You are, at this moment, a negative balan
Chapter 68 The Fiber-Optic Leylines
"You have a flair for the dramatic, Bailiff," Amar said, his voice low, vibrating with the residual hum of the severed cables. "But you’re standing in a sewer. You’re out of your jurisdiction."The Bailiff didn't blink. He simply tapped the clipboard with a stylus that looked like a sharpened bone. "Jurisdiction is a state of mind, Mr. Amar. And currently, this entire district is in a state of terminal foreclosure. You’ve disconnected the city from the Sovereign network, yes—but you’ve also effectively put it in a coma."Stela stepped forward, her tablet flickering as she desperately tried to tether her own signal to the dead lines. "I’m seeing a massive spike in localized data-gravity. Amar, he’s not just here to evict you. He’s using the city’s silence to upload something.""A virus?" Amar asked, his eyes never leaving the Bailiff’s polished, soul-less boots."Worse," Stela whispered, her face pale in the light of the dying HUD. "He’s uploading a 'Legacy Clause.' He’s trying to make
Chapter 67 The Auditor's Final Balance
The sky over Jakarta wasn't just dark; it was overdrawn.The obsidian fingers of the shadow-entity tore through the cloud cover like a serrated blade through thin parchment, dragging the cold vacuum of the void into the muggy, rain-soaked air of the city. Below, the skyscrapers groaned, their foundations struggling to remain anchored as the gravity of the entity tugged at the very marrow of the concrete."Stela!" Amar shouted, his voice barely audible over the high-pitched whine of reality tearing at the seams. "The integrity grid! If you don't stabilize the structural debt, the entire district will liquefy!"Stela’s fingers were a blur of motion, her tablet screaming with a rhythmic, pulsing siren. "I can't balance it, Amar! The entity is sucking the 'value' out of the architecture! It's not just taking the power—it’s erasing the existence of the buildings! They’re not falling; they’re un-happening!""Then stop trying to balance the sheet," Valerius growled, his paws planted firmly o
Chapter 66 The Ink-Stained Insurgency
The contract-blade bit into Amar’s skin, a cold, clinical sting that smelled of ozone and dry rot. He didn't flinch. He didn't even breathe. He simply watched the man—an Auditor, yes, but of a caliber that made the previous ghosts look like interns—as he stood amid the burning wreckage of the corporate fleet."Your persistence is exhausting, Mr. Amar," the Auditor remarked, adjusting his silk tie with agonizing precision. "The Board of Central Java is currently debating whether to liquidate you as an asset or recycle you as a janitorial construct. I suggest you sign the disclaimer. It’s a very clean exit.""I’m more of a 'messy departure' kind of guy," Amar rasped.He didn't move his throat, but his hand—calloused, dirt-stained, and radiating a fading, golden hum—snapped upward. He caught the Auditor’s wrist. The fabric of the man's sleeve didn't wrinkle; it disintegrated into ash at Amar’s touch."You’re using the residual mana from the Monas," the Auditor noted, his voice devoid of a
Chapter 65 The Sovereign's Annexation
The air above the financial district shivered, like a heat haze distorting a desert highway. From the black notification icon, a jagged rift tore open, bleeding a viscous, violet light that stained the clouds."Eviction notice?" Stela’s voice trembled, her tablet screen pulsing with static. "Amar, we just liquidated the entire bureaucratic infrastructure of Jakarta. How does a regional holding company even have the jurisdiction to issue an order?"Amar didn't blink, his eyes locked on the rift. "Because they aren't using the city’s legal charter. They’re using the soil itself. That rift isn't a hack; it’s an anchor."A low, resonant sound—like the grinding of tectonic plates—vibrated through the soles of their boots. The rooftop beneath them began to pulse. Valerius, who had been licking a scratch on his paw, froze, his fur standing on end as he hissed at the horizon."It’s not a corporate merger, boy," the cat rasped, his voice dropping an octave into something primal. "It’s a territo
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