The family mansion glimmered in the moonlight as guests arrived for a dinner like no other. The opulent estate was a sight to behold, with its grand entrance and immaculate gardens. The evening promised to be one of exquisite taste and extravagance, with no expense spared in the preparations.The dining room was adorned with the finest linens, crystal glassware, and silver cutlery, all carefully arranged to perfection. As the family members took their seats at the table, they were greeted by the tantalizing aroma of the sumptuous feast that awaited them.It was clear that no detail had been overlooked in creating a dining experience that would leave a lasting impression on all who attended. This was to be a meal fit for royalty, served in the grandest of settings, and enjoyed by the most discerning of palates.But despite the beautifulness and grandeur of it, no one seemed to be too hyped up for the food as most of them couldn't enjoy the food due to their nervousness.Although they h
Inside the bedroom Rottem could be seen sitting on the side of the bed with both his hands supporting his head while using the knees and laps as the foundation.he was currently shaking albeit slowly as he remembered the last word he heard from his wife's family head.The moment he was shown the evidence he knew even if he tried to defend himself as they had everything backing them up from the device, time and locations they were sent from to the receivers Ip address.Even he as a computer engineer, was having a headache how she even managed to collect them as he remembered changing his phone quite a few times.After a few hours spent thinking, he came up with the only reasonable explanation he could think of.Which was that, someone managed to trace everything by using just his phone number and email as the anchoring point and tracing the strings from there.Although the idea seemed plausible, if he tried executing it he would fail at the first step, so he just equated it to the capa
It took Rottem two days for him to return to his soon not to be home, when he entered the house he found that his bags have been packed and placed on the opening after the entrance.He knew who could make the servant do this, but since he planned on leaving the house in a week anyway he decided to leave today, since they already packed his stuffs already. why waste more time right.He called for the servants and ordered them to put his luggage's in the car.Although the servants complained due to him no longer being a member of the family, they decided to just shut up and done with it ,they considered it as a goodbye service.He left the house for the last time and headed to a 3-star hotel to start his stay there for a short time, while he looked for a house that suited his taste.He was happy that he was free and his 2 day freedom gave him euphoria as he didn't have to worry about anyone anymore.He felt excited to continue having this feeling for the foreseeable future....GAIA Tec
Monday next week.Rottem left the hotel for the university, he had a lecture 2 hours later, this led to him leaving the hotel earlier than his normal time......"In conclusion, processors are a vital component of modern computing, and they come in many different configurations to meet diverse computing needs."With that Rottem completed his lecture, but just as he was about to give the students some homework, All the phones in the room received a notification informing them that they all received a message.The students in the class started looking at their phones, usually they would be reprimanded for doing it, but he himself was doing the same thing as them.He was curious as what message was more important that it could make the whole classroom receive it at once.What he didn't know was that every student, teacher and anyone who had any meaningful connection to the university received it at the same time as him.[Recently leaked documents have exposed a disturbing case of academ
Wednesday.On the third day, he received an email about the decision they have come to after their two days of their in-depth investigation.This came as surprise to him, as he expected that they would take more than a month of investigation and since by that time he would have been out of the public's eye, then the university would at most only terminate his job, but what he got was way more than expected and the decision came in just two days and it as more brutal.[Subject: Termination of Employment and Revocation of Academic DegreeDear Professor ROTTEM,I regret to inform you that after conducting a thorough investigation into the allegations of academic corruption against you, the Academy Disciplinary Committee has decided to terminate your employment at Columbia University, effective immediately.We take academic integrity very seriously, and the evidence presented during the investigation was both compelling and incriminating. The committee found that you have violated the fu
As Sarah, the CEO of GAIA Technology, sat at the conference table, Aron sat beside her making the head of NATO representatives nod to him in acknowledgment.They knew who he was, as the American government provided them with the full details about the company during their negotiation phase.Aron returned the acknowledgement with the same nod. He wasn't surprised that they knew who he was, as he expected them to do background information on his company and its owner.Sarah could feel the weight of the momentous occasion upon her. In front of her, the representatives of NATO await, ready to sign the agreement that will set their partnership in motion.After weeks of back-and-forth discussions and careful consideration of the terms, both parties are finally ready to make it official. Sarah knows that this partnership will be a game-changer for the company, as it will bring worldwide recognition and legitimacy to GAIA Technology's innovative solutions.With a sense of pride and anticipati
As technology advances, it becomes more capable and more complex, and the same applies to operating systems.Operating systems are becoming more memory-heavy as they come with an increasing amount of functions. As a result, storage space is becoming a precious commodity, especially for mobile devices.Aron recognized this issue and chose to start his work on the GAIA OS with the optimization of storage.To accomplish this, he started his optimization of the storage by implementing a smart repository system.The repository system allows the Operating system to identify which files are being used the most and which ones are rarely used. It stores frequently accessed files in faster memory such as RAM or SSD, while files that are rarely used are stored on slower, but larger storage devices like hard drives.As for mobile devices, Aron wrote a code to compress and store files in a more compact way to reduce the amount of storage space required for each file. He also added in the code to
Vladimir picked up the document with Aron's name and started reading it very carefully, afraid that he might miss something important."So he doesn't have security detail, which makes my job easier.""He spends most of his time at home, that's also good, now all I have to do is get the house's plan" He was getting happier by the time, as his target was a person who stays at home, making Vladimir just focusing on planning how he can enter the house.Another good news for him was that Aron was a new money, this caused Aron to not put too much importance in his security, as he was used to living without security guards before he became rich. And since he was not famous to need them, it didn't come to his mind. This led him to overlook it.Another thing he learned was that the house was inhabited by four people, Aaron's parents, his younger brother Henry and him. But most of the time he is alone, as his parents like going outside and Henry has to go to school."So it looks like we have to
“Seraphina,” Aron began, his voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of authority, “I’m not your enemy—unless you choose to make me one. I understand your anger, your frustration. You’ve lost control of a situation you believed was firmly under your command. But this predicament wasn’t my doing—you’re here because your leader chose to sacrifice you. What I’m offering you isn’t a chain—it’s an opportunity.”Her sharp eyes narrowed, the intensity of her gaze unwavering, but she held her silence. Aron leaned forward, his own gaze unrelenting as it met hers.“You can continue resisting, pushing the boundaries of the mana oath, and enduring needless pain. Or…” He paused, letting the words linger like a challenge. “You can choose to turn this situation into one that serves us both. Your strength, your insight—these are not things I wish to suppress. Quite the opposite. I want them refined, amplified, and put to meaningful use.”He motioned toward the table, where Nova was still doing fina
[Colosseum]Aron and Seraphina stood motionless, maintaining the same distance as at the start of their faceoff. Neither had moved, even during the spectacular fireworks show that followed Aron’s acceptance of her surrender. The only exception was Aron briefly waving to the citizens of his empire watching the broadcast, many of whom were overcome with emotion, crying in celebration of their historic victory. This event marked the first-ever interstellar combat they had participated in, and despite their lack of experience, they emerged as the sole victors.As cheers of triumph reverberated among his people and the disbelief of others lingered, the broadcast concluded. The moment Aron secured his final victory, the Arena itself was officially handed over to him as part of his reward, along with control of the AI referee. Without hesitation, the AI complied with her new owner’s first command: to end the broadcast. Aron had more pressing matters to attend to—a private conversation with a
[Meeting Room]Inside the Zelvora mental network, an oppressive silence hung over the gathered representatives around the meeting table. The events of the day had left them all stunned, their minds racing with the implications of what had transpired. These were not just any representatives—they were the ones who had signed off on the agreements, the architects of their civilizations’ participation in this contest.Now, they were confronted with the brutal outcome of their decisions.Many representatives sat deep in thought, their faces betraying various degrees of fear, frustration, and resignation. Those who hailed from civilizations steeped in selfish political traditions knew all too well the grim truth: scapegoats would be needed. Someone would have to bear the brunt of the blame for the humiliation, anger, and setbacks their civilizations had suffered.For many of them, the path forward seemed bleak. In the best-case scenario, they might lose their positions, exiled from the corr
To say Aron was surprised would be the understatement of the gigaannum. The announcement had obliterated every scenario he had meticulously crafted in his mind. In all his time spent in simulations, preparing for countless contingencies, not once had he considered the possibility of the Xor’Vaks surrendering—least of all without a fight.Their pride in their strength was legendary, surpassing even the vaunted arrogance of the Valthorins. For a race that reveled in their dominance, surrendering, especially on such a grand stage, was unthinkable. This sudden reversal of expectations hit him with such force that he could practically feel the metaphorical veins in his temple throbbing from the sheer shock of it all.The audience’s collective astonishment mirrored his own, but none felt it as acutely as Aron, whose carefully laid strategies now seemed almost laughably over-prepared in the face of this unanticipated twist.The largest part of Aron's shock wasn’t just the surrender itself bu
The minutes passed quickly for the viewers, their eyes glued to Aron as he sat unmoving in the same meditative position for over fifteen minutes. Speculation ran rampant on both sides, fueled by curiosity and tension.For those in the Empire, the consensus was that Aron was in VR, likely meeting with family or key figures. Many debated who he might be speaking with, guessing that he was either calming worried loved ones or strategizing for the next fight.On the other hand, viewers from the Astral Conclave harbored a mix of anxiety and intrigue. They questioned whether Aron was recuperating in preparation for the upcoming battle, enhancing his focus and mental clarity, or if his recovery from the previous fight was incomplete and he was still in the process of healing.But their speculations ceased to matter as Aron opened his eyes with five minutes remaining in the waiting period. Calm and deliberate, he removed the glasses from his head, placing them back into their container. His n
The moment the fight was officially declared over, Nova acted without hesitation. She immediately dispatched the collector ship, equipped with a medipod, to retrieve the Trinarian fighter's body. Simultaneously, she ensured Aron could rearm himself with a fresh set of nanomachines. For the first time, this process was being done openly, marking a significant shift.Previously, nanomachines had been classified technology, their existence kept strictly under wraps. However, that secrecy had been unintentionally broken when Nova used them to cover Aron’s exposed body during a critical moment, prioritizing his dignity over confidentiality. As a result, while the technology remained shrouded in mystery, its existence was now officially acknowledged, albeit without disclosing any further details.Aron retrieved a small canister from the ship and opened it, revealing a liquid-like substance inside. Pouring it onto his hand, the substance behaved unnaturally, defying gravity as it began to sp
"Him alive is better than dead, right? I can use his live brain data to study how they use their spatial abilities—it might even help accelerate my plans if things go as intended," Aron said as he stood over the fainting Trinarian fighter.{True, having him alive presents opportunities. But dead men cause no problems, while the living carry infinite potential for chaos—especially one like him. If our spatial lockdown isn’t enough to fully contain his abilities, he could use them long enough to cause catastrophic damage, even if it means enduring the backlash,} Nova replied, her tone laced with caution. She wanted to ensure Aron was fully aware of the risks he was inviting by sparing the fighter's life.Usually, Nova would have been in favor of keeping him alive—it meant more data for her to process, analyze, and extrapolate from. But spatial ability users were in a league of their own when it came to danger. Even a dead one would yield enough data to at least satisfy her curiosity for
“Nova,” Aron called out in his mind the moment his eyes snapped open, rapidly collecting information and orienting himself, realizing he had finally left the enigmatic place the system had sent him.“Nova,” he called again, this time aloud, his voice carrying a commanding weight as it echoed faintly in the arena. Receiving no response to his first call, his sharp gaze shifted to his surroundings. It didn’t take long for him to notice his current state—nearly naked, save for the swarm of nanomachines that had begun assembling around him.{The system had ejected me, sir,} Nova’s voice finally came through, calm but slightly delayed as the nanomachines completed their task. They prioritized covering his lower body, forming a sleek pair of trousers, as there weren’t enough surviving nanomachines to reconstruct full armor. His chiseled upper body remained exposed, glistening under the lights of the Colosseum, much to the awe and unease of the spectators.Nova’s pragmatic choice left Aron l
Following Nova's orders and the AI referee's approval, the mana stone carriers swiftly began moving toward the Colosseum. As the first ship arrived and entered, it wasted no time, promptly unloading its entire cargo of mana stones before departing to make way for the next carrier to do the same. The process was conducted with remarkable efficiency, ensuring a steady flow of mana stones into the Colosseum without any unnecessary delays.The process continued as over fifty ships unloaded their cargo of mana stones, an act many from the Conclave viewed as both excessive and wasteful. With each successive ship, the pain of the Conclave's viewers grew, particularly when the fifth ship alone had already matched the quantity of mana stones used during the Colosseum's initial construction. Yet, they didn’t stop there; instead, they went on to unload ten times that amount, as if mana stones were an endless resource, leaving the Conclave citizens bewildered and horrified by such apparent extra