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Chapter 89: Doubt[2] Home[1]

Chapter 89: Doubt[2] Home[1]

The Day Before:

Aurora, with her legs crossed in an unconventional way, sat upon her chair—a peculiar seating position, to say the least.

Opposite her, Emily occupied the seat at the cafe table.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee permeated the air, as wisps of smoke curled delicately. The table, a large circular glass structure, could comfortably accommodate six individuals.

"You did call them, right?" Aurora asked for the fourth time in one minute, her gaze steadfastly fixed on her phone.

"Yes, I did ! And they will come. Can you please stop asking that?"—Emily grumbled

"And what about Genova incident? What's so important to discuss that you had to rally everyone?" Emily asked , momentarily pausing to swiftly take a sip of her Kopi Luwak.

In some point in time Kopi Luwak grew on her... she would have never tasted Kopi Luwak before. She must have picked up the habit from someone or perhaps not?

Emily adjusted her dimensional bracelet as she continued , "You do know, I am taking out this extra time just for you? I would have already went home by now if not for your weird met up request."

"Oh, I apologize for inconveniencing you, Miss Busy. I didn't realize that you had no spare time for peasants like me".

"Oh please!"—Emily rolled her eyes.

"Hey there ladies..."—Aeravat's voice sliced through their conversation, capturing the attention of both women.

Their gazes shifted towards him, revealing Takahashi trailing close behind—his countenance exhibiting an unusual sense of contentment, a stark departure from his typical angry bird expressions.

Reacting swiftly, the pair hurriedly took their seats, settling in for what was to come. Takahashi, assuming the role of the meeting's orchestrator, initiated the proceedings— "Talk", accompanied by a piercing glare directed at Emily.

Emily, pointing her index finger at Aurora, declared with an air of innocence, "It wasn't me. She's the one. Apparently, she has something crucial to share regarding the Genova incident."

"The Genova incident?", Aeravat interjected, his voice rising in curiosity.

His attention was instantly captivated by the mere mention of it.

"Yes, the Genova incident. Remember that day when a mysterious guy appeared , effortlessly defeating both the Vampiress and the werewolf?" Aurora recounted, prompting all three of them to nod in agreement.

Even though Takahashi hadn't witnessed the scene firsthand, he had already heard the story from others and knew the tale well.

"Those golden butterflies and all that... Its still a mystery since CU is still investigating the missing link", Emily mused, her voice barely above a whisper as she glanced down at her cup of coffee.

"I know this may seem far-fetched, but I believe I have an idea of who that guy might be", Aurora proclaimed, her gaze meeting the expectant eyes of her companions.

Takahashi looked at her with a disappointed look, "Is this one of your bullshiting detective episodes? Please if it's one of those-"

"No! It's not. Trust me, I am firm about this one."

"So who is that guy? "Aeravat asked.

Gathering her thoughts, Aurora took a deep breath before responding definitively, "Alright. Do you all remember Noah Grey, that guy from our class?"

With that cue, Aurora commenced her detailed account of her thorough investigation, sharing every piece of information she had gathered.

Of all the listeners, Emily paid the closest attention.

The more she absorbed, the wider her eyes grew, until the weight of the truth began to settle in.

***

Noah's POV(point of view):

Savoring the rich flavor of my Kopi Luwak, I shifted my gaze towards the backend system and the dashboard displayed on my laptop screen.

I specifically designed the dashboard myself for monitoring user activities, tracking revenue, and analyzing invaluable user data—all essential aspects in managing my chess app.

Ordinarily, managing the colossal amount of data from 70 million users would demand a massive private server.

Thankfully, I had Nano.

With Nano's cutting-edge technology, I harnessed the power of billions of petabytes neatly encoded within DNA string chains—a vast expanse of free storage space right at my fingertips.

Future tech baby!

My app was thriving, raking in substantial daily profits through various lucrative avenues.

With its freemium model, premium subscriptions, and enticing in-app purchases, gamers seemed to be mindlessly pouring their funds into it. They were like oblivious children, irresponsibly emptying their wallets, allowing me to effortlessly accumulate a substantial amount of wealth.

To add another layer of excitement, I introduced paid tournaments with enticing cash prizes. My ingenious move not only attracted serious chess players but also generated revenue from entry fees, boosting my financial gains even further.

But I didn't want to stop there. I had grand plans to expand my empire by creating my own merchandise and offering premium online coaching services.

I was also planning to create other apps like facebook and other multi-player games.

Maybe I will introduce virtual reality to this world?

With these additions, it was only a matter of time before I broke into the billions.

But that's the issue.

The attention of powerful people, driven by their insatiable greed, would undoubtedly be directed towards me, once I reach a Billion-Den mark.

Not to mention the eyes of Central Union.

In order to navigate this treacherous terrain, I knew I needed the support and backing of a powerful family.

And I already have a name in my mind: Great Mage Baroness Seraphina Darkthorn—also known as the strongest mage in the entire world.

I already have a plan to secure her alliance but... I can't help and feel intimidated by the daunting prospect of striking a deal with a being capable of shifting tectonic plates and boiling seas.

A heavy sigh escapes my lips as I closed my laptop.

Tucking the laptop safely within my dimensional bracelet and neatly folding the desk, I reclined on my train seat, deep in thought.

Yes, I was on a train, a luxurious one at that. It provided private rooms.

Why should I sigh away from using money when I was making so much of it?

All I need is a backer, and then I will start flaunting my wealth to others.

I'm not the type to hide in the shadows or some shit.

Just then, a call from Crimson Viper interrupted my thoughts.

Ring! - Ring! - The archaic smartphone buzzed, and I swiftly picked it up.

Click! - "Hello?"

["Hello Noah? I have some good news. Alice Bailey has agreed to your proposal. She will start working under you from now on."]

The news brought a smirk to my face.

Alice Bailey, the first person to succeed in tampering with Brain using Mana.

In the story, she develops a method to manipulate a person's brain using mana.

It's a highly useful technique that could enhance the abilities of soldiers.

Why soldiers? Well, people needed strong warriors during the 2nd cataclysm.

Now, why did I decide to bring Alice Bailey to my side?

I had plans to create my own personal army.

I was assembling a team.

The way things are going, the world is on the path to destruction.

If I want to save this world, I need power.

Not just physical strength or reaching S rank potential, but genuine power.

I want influential individuals at my fingertips.

If I want to save this world... ["Hello Noah? "]

"Uh, yeah... and what about the other thing I mentioned?"

["I looked it up, and it appears that someone from HymnNuntii tried to uncover your past. However, I couldn't determine who it was."]

"HymnNuntii?" My brow furrowed.

Instantly, the pieces of a puzzle started falling into place as I suddenly understood. "Riya Ahuja."

["What was that?"]

"Uh, nothing. It's nothing."

["Hmm... what is my next mission, then?"]

"Your task is to round up a skilled tattoo artist and a shaman."

It's time to get the mana circuit tattoos.

["Roger that!"] - Click! I ended the call.

Releasing an exasperated sigh, I shifted my gaze towards the window, absorbing the changing scenery as the train continued its steady chug.

A peculiar sensation washed over me, rolling through my veins like a familiar tide.

It was a feeling I'd experienced in the past, though I struggled to pinpoint its exact origin. It was almost as if echoes from another lifetime whispered in my ear, as if a wave of déjà vu engulfed me.

But one thing was certain—I could feel it in my bones.

A quiet declaration escaped my lips, barely audible above the rumble of the train. "I am close to home."