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NOT YET DEAD
Author: Victor Amos Regannez
last update2025-04-16 18:33:06
Not knowing how much time had passed by, a low buzzing sound filled Nolan’s ears. His eyes blinked open slowly—heavy, tired, swollen.

The first thing he saw was the face of a dead monkey. Its skin was peeling, eyes gone, and its teeth stuck out like a horror movie creature. Flies danced all over it.

Nolan gasped.

The stench hit him hard.

He turned his head slowly. Pain shot through his neck. All around him, he saw used baby diapers, blood-stained tissue, leftover food, broken bottles, and bags of rotting vegetables.

He was inside a trash bin.

A big, green trash bin. The kind that stood at the back of restaurants and dirty streets.

The walls were high, stained with old grease and dried blood. The heat made the air thick. Maggots crawled everywhere.

His body screamed to move. To get out. But nothing moved.

His hands were heavy. His arms felt like they were chained down. When he tried to raise his head, pain exploded in his skull.

One of his eyes was swollen shut. The
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  • THE MATHEMATICS OF CONTROL

    “That’s the point,” the other replied, with awe creeping into his voice. “He’s not playing for points. He’s playing past them.”A sudden hush fell over the room again as Mr. Keal finally rose, straightening his long coat.“We may be witnessing something historic,” he said, his voice was deep and reverberating. “Not just a win—but a lesson. This is the mathematics of control.”Mael was still thrashing in digital quicksand, and his score was beginning to bleed out point by point.It caught fragments of the voices from the observation deck—but he was too deep now, too entangled. He could feel the system folding in on him.Back in the crowd, even the most cynical spectators—those who had mocked Nolan earlier—now stood in stunned silence.“Who the hell is this guy?” one finally blurted.“He’s the quiet one,” another murmured, his eyes were wide. “The kind that doesn’t crash the door. He owns the building without you realizing it.”And at the center of it all, Nolan continued—unblinking, me

  • MASTER VS MAVERICK 2

    "Watch closely, everyone!" Mael's voice boomed, his pride was evident. "This is how a true master acquires the biggest prize!"He unleashed a torrent of digital attacks, a rapid-fire sequence of exploits designed to overwhelm the vault's defenses. For a moment, it seemed to work. The outer layers of the vault’s security flickered and destabilized. Mael’s score jumped dramatically."One hundred thousand points!" the Umpire announced, and the crowd roared its approval.But then, something unexpected happened. As Mael delved deeper into the vault, a new layer of security, far more insidious than anything he had encountered before, activated. It wasn't a firewall or a data trap. It was a self-learning, adaptive AI, a 'ghost' in the machine designed to specifically counter aggressive, frontal assaults. It wasn't trying to block Mael; it was trying to lure him deeper, to ensnare him.Mael, caught up in the thrill of his swift victory, didn't notice the subtle shift in the network's behav

  • MASTER VS MAVERICK 1

    The instant the Umpire’s voice cut through the air, declaring “BEGIN!”, the chamber transformed. The holographic displays surrounding Nolan and Mael exploded into a vibrant, dizzying array of data. Instead of simply seeing a network, they were inside it. The walls of the chamber seemed to vanish, and it was replaced by towering, glowing data spires that reached into an unseen digital sky. Lines of code, like shimmering rivers, flowed past them. Security protocols manifested as pulsing energy shields and watchful, multi-faceted digital eyes that tracked their every simulated move.Nolan and Mael, connected by their neural interfaces and bio-wires, became avatars within this digital realm. They weren't physically moving, but their perceptions, their senses, were fully immersed. Their stations, with their control panels, became extensions of their will, translating their thoughts and commands into actions within the simulated heist.Mael, with his vast experience, wasted no time.

  • THE CHAMBER OF RECKONING

    As they reached the entrance of the chamber, just before Nolan stepped inside, he reached out, his hand shooting forward and grabbing Mael's wrist. His grip was surprisingly strong, his fingers were digging into Mael's flesh. Mael flinched, his smirk was faltering, and his eyes, which moments ago had held only amusement, now widened slightly in surprise.Nolan pulled Mael closer, their faces almost touching. His voice, though low, was thick with a dangerous intensity that cut through the lingering theatricality of the moment. It was a promise, cold and unwavering, delivered with the weight of a physical threat."You think this is a game, Mael?" Nolan hissed, his eyes were burning with a dark fire. "You think you're going to parade me around, humiliate me, and then dismiss me as a pretender? You want to see my true capabilities? You're about to."He tightened his grip for a moment, then released Mael’s wrist with a shove. "You just made the biggest mistake of your pathetic life, Mael

  • SANCTION SHOWDOWN

    Mael’s eyes narrowed, the last vestiges of his performative demeanor falling away. “What I stand to gain, Nolan, is the restoration of order. The reaffirmation of the principles that built this organization. And the undeniable truth that true power, true respect, is earned, not simply granted. Are you ready to play, Nolan?”Mael turned, his predatory grin began to fade slightly as he faced the raised platform where Mr. Kael sat, an impassive observer throughout the volatile exchange. A flicker of deference, almost imperceptible, crossed Mael's features. The theatricality that had defined his earlier pronouncements gave way to a more formal, almost humble tone."Mr. Kael," Mael began, his voice was still resonant but stripped of its earlier venom, "with your esteemed permission, I believe this 'demonstration' will serve a vital purpose. It will, beyond a shadow of a doubt, illustrate the true measure of an individual's worth within the Iron Street hierarchy. It will uphold the very pr

  • THE DIGITAL HEIST GAME

    Massoud, was seated nearby, he was a man known for his unwavering loyalty to the old guard, and he had his jaw locked tight. The mention of Nolan’s fast-track promotion clearly agitated him. His nostrils flared, it was a silent testament to his simmering resentment towards Nolan and the fast track process.Mael’s gaze flickered to Massoud, it was a brief, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He knew he was striking a chord.“You see,” Mael continued, his voice was rising in intensity, “I bled for five years in a simulation hell just to get to the position where this man Nolan got to be in 30 minutes.” His voice was laced with a bitterness that was both genuine and theatrical. “Do you understand the magnitude of that? Five years of relentless competition, of pushing the boundaries of my own cognitive limits, of sacrificing sleep and sanity, all to earn the respect and the rank that was, in essence, handed to this man right here on a silver platter.”He paused, his chest wa

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