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Newark, New Jersey – Co-Working Space, 3rd Floor

The place still smelled like paint and ambition.

Jason slid a new keycard into the lock of Suite 3B. The glass door clicked open. Inside: a few folding tables, unplugged monitors, an old coffee machine wheezing in the corner.

“Not Olympus,” he muttered, “but it’ll do.”

A soft ping from the System pulsed faintly in his ear.

System Status: Temporal Stability – Level Green.

Divine Threads Unspooling… Suggest Team Assembly.

“Already on it,” Jason murmured.

⸻

Gabriel was first. Towering. Quiet. A face like carved stone.

He didn’t speak right away—just nodded, dropped a duffel bag on the floor.

“They said you died,” he finally said.

“I got better,” Jason replied.

Then came Jules—lanky, jittery, twirling a flash drive like a magician.

“Okay, I heard rumors you tanked Wall Street and walked out of a fire. Either you’re insane or… I want in.”

Jason raised an eyebrow. “How about both?”

Last was Tammy. Mid-thirties. Soft smile. Wide eyes that shimmered faintly when Jason entered the room.

“Your aura is wrong,” she said the moment she stepped inside. “You’re wrapped in old light. Buried things.”

Jason blinked. “You see that?”

“I feel it,” she corrected. “And I think… I’m supposed to.”

⸻

The Miracle Man of Newark

Within the hour, they were crowded around a cheap plastic table, eating halal wraps from a cart downstairs.

Jules leaned forward. “You really fought a god?”

Gabriel grunted. “He just tanked Wall Street. Same thing.”

Tammy sipped her tea. “He’s not fighting gods. He’s reminding them why they should fear him.”

Jason didn’t smile. He just tapped the table once.

“Alright. Time to work.”

Word spread quickly.

A taco truck owner came first—suspected his brother was skimming. Jason studied the books for five minutes, then said:

“Your cousin’s been laundering through your P****l. Check January 18th.”

The man stared. “How the hell…?”

Next came a yoga studio. Then a local artist. Then a non-profit founder who broke down in tears halfway through.

Jason didn’t need spreadsheets.

He saw truth—felt the weave of deception, anxiety, trauma.

Sometimes he fixed things with words. Sometimes with silence.

And sometimes, when no one was looking, with a flicker of golden light beneath his fingertips.

People started calling him The Miracle Man of Newark.

Jules printed flyers. Tammy smudged sage at the door. Gabriel guarded the entrance like a war dog who’d seen too much.

For the first time in months, Jason allowed himself a glimmer of hope.

Maybe this was the start of something real.

⸻

Betrayal

The alarm came at 11:42 p.m.

Jules’ voice cracked through the phone.

“I rigged a security alert on Avery Corp’s private server. There’s a data transfer happening. From us. From inside.”

Jason’s blood ran cold.

Gabriel was the only one in the office.

They raced back. Burst in.

Gabriel sat at Jason’s desk—plugged in, calm, unhurried.

“I knew you’d come,” he said.

Jason’s eyes dropped to the open file on the monitor—sensitive notes, System fragments, divine glyphs.

“Why?” Jason’s voice was low. “After everything?”

Gabriel rose slowly.

“They offered me peace,” he said. “You offer war.”

“I offered truth.”

Gabriel’s eyes softened. “You offered blood. You just didn’t realize it yet.”

Jason stepped closer.

“You know what Avery is. What she’s trying to—”

“I know she’s building a future without gods. Without judgment. That’s enough for me.”

Jules started to speak—Jason silenced him with a raised hand.

“Let him go.”

Gabriel hesitated, then unplugged the flash drive, dropped it on the desk, and walked out.

No words. No fight.

Just a clean betrayal.

⸻

The Fire

An hour later, Jason returned alone.

The hallway smelled wrong.

Burnt.

He opened the office door—

—flames roared back at him. Desks melted. Walls blackened.

On the far wall, scorched deep into the drywall, was a burning crest: a black silk flame—Avery’s sigil.

Jason’s breath caught.

The System pinged. But the tone was different—corrupted, strained.

System Prompt:

Trial 5 Failed.

Divine Delay Triggered.

Judgment Suppressed.

Jason stood motionless as the fire swallowed the room.

His fists clenched.

This wasn’t just a setback.

This was a declaration of war.

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