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
It took him two weeks to finally complete making the OS.Although the OS was completed it was not ready for use, because the virtual Assistant was not trained at all. And as we all know an AI without data for training, is just a fancy looking code.But he had to wait for the new server to be completed in two weeks for him to be able to train the AI. While he was thinking about this he received a call from Sarah."Hello""Yeah hello Aron, I called to inform you that the server has been completed ""Wasn't it supposed to be completed in two weeks?""The head of the project added those two weeks in case a problem appears during the testing of the equipment's but when they started testing things surprisingly nothing caused a huge problem that couldn't be solved immediately""Good, I was done with the program and only waiting for the data center to be done to start my work.""You told me about the project two weeks ago, are you done with it already?" She asked in surprise as she didn't exp
With the completion of training of the AI Aron started testing it"Can you understand me?""Yes sir, how can I help you?" replied a neutral voice as a Chibi version of a person appeared on the computer screen turning everything dark."What is your name?""I currently have none, would you like to bestow one for easier communication?" It answered the Chibi."Then I will call you 'Ava'" Aron named him that as that was what came to his mind."Thank you sir" Replied Ava as its voice changed to a feminine one."Why did your voice change?""From my data I found that Ava is usually used as a female name hence the change sir, would you like me to change the voice?""No, keep it" He liked its intuitive thinking."Thank you sir.""Can you think for yourself?" He asked just to see what it would reply."No sir, I can only reply using the data I have, but since I have sufficient data i can choose what to reply from multitude of choices giving the illusion of free will""Good, what is your current s
Aron returned home after he demonstrated the GAIA OS prompting Sarah to change her phone's OS immediately as she liked all of its capabilities.They agreed to release it as soon as they could and since the OS(That is acting as an app) was still in the approval process they had time to prepare for the marketing of it.This time they decided to focus on marketing using influencers in all walks of life, since the OS was something every phone or computer owner has and sponsoring different genres influencers will lead to a larger audience receiving the news of the release of the OS.After he parked his car and entered the house he found it empty as usual as his brother was in school. So, he went to his workroom to start his project of creating the Artificial General Intelligence(AGI) that will act as his assistant for the future.But just as he entered and closed the door of the room, he felt a cold barrel of something touching the back of his head.He thought his brother was playing a pra
A few hours ago.Aron's body could be seen laying on a pool of his own blood.Nothing seemed out of place if you don't focus on the blood, other than the body of the person that should have died from blood loss continues acting as normal, except the body owner not waking up.Inside of the said body for those who were blessed with magic vision could see golden liquids continue moving through its liquid vessel(same as blood vessels) to the heart and from there to the organs of the body without being interrupted by the emptying blood vessels being rid of their blood.The moment the blood in the body fell to a dangerous level the golden liquid immediately shined and started doing what the blood was supposed to do.From body defense, nutrients transfer, oxygen delivery to carbon dioxide collection like it was a normal Tuesday for it.While the liquid was working hard to keep him alive, the golden letters in and on the heart also lit up and started sucking something from the atmosphere. whe
This is what the folder contained.CONFIDENTIAL BRIEFING Subject: Compelling GAIA Technology to Release its Proprietary Technology BugZapperHow to force GAIA TECHNOLOGY to release its proprietary technology, below are several options that the government can use to compel them to release its proprietary technology, BugZapper.National Security Letters (NSLs): This option allows the FBI to issue a letter to the company to provide information like BugZapper for national security purposes.-Subpoenas: These legal orders are issued by a court requiring a company to provide certain information, including proprietary technology.-Search warrants: It will allow law enforcement to search a specific location, like the company's premises, and seize any relevant items deemed necessary for an investigation, including proprietary technology like BugZapper.-Court orders under the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act (FISA): This option compels a company to provide access to its technology, includ
A few months agoAron could be seen laying on his bed shaking a little as his body was literally forming new blood vessel like pathways in the body, he was sweating a little as his heart was getting upgraded to be able to do the same job but twice the amount.When the formation of golden vessels finished the runes in his heart started attracting something from the atmosphere, when the minimum amount of it was collected the heart started condensing it to liquid and deposited it to the new golden vessels.While the heart was doing its job, Aron wasn't the only one in the room, there was his younger brother playing on his playstation, nothing of notice was happening to him but since the room he was in was currently acting like like a magnet of something in the atmosphere, something was changing in him albeit small.The changes continued due to it reaching a very high concentration in the room, causing Henry's eye to turn golden and see everything around him turn to gold, as he could see
Lubyanka Square, Moscow CenterIn the FSB headquarters technology department they were working 24/7 trying to break the encryption of the program they received.Normally this would have been pushed on the list as they usually had a first come first serve basis, but the moment this arrived orders from above immediately came and forced them to abandon everything they were working on and start working on the program they received."When are you expected to break it?" Asked Vladimir's supervisor."Well looks like he wasn't expecting someone to steal it so he hasn't put too much of an encryption in the program so depending on our luck anywhere between a week to a month" Answered one of the technicians working on the department."Okay" With that he left, leaving them to do their jobs.Although he was dissatisfied with the amount of time it would take, there was nothing he could do to make the computer work faster anyway, so why waste time waiting for something that he will be informed about
“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