Aron rose from the ground, his breathing turned ragged and laboured after an intense series of push-ups on the grassy expanse of the park. As he tried to steady his breathing, he began to jog, his movements smooth and effortless as he traversed across the verdant landscape.
With each stride he took, he felt the muscles of his legs come to life, his feet pounding the soft earth underneath them with a steady rhythm. The morning sun shone down on him, casting long shadows behind him as he ran through the open spaces, his senses attuned to the sights and sounds around him.
Despite the challenge of the workout he had just completed, Aron continued to press on, pushing himself harder and harder with each passing moment. His breathing grew deeper and more measured, his body was also working in a perfect harmony as he ran with the power and grace like that of an athlete in his prime.
And the young man continued to do so until a screen appeared in front of him. That was when he knew that his training had finally come to an end.
DING!!!
[Quest completed]
[Reward 100 SP]
After taking a few deep breaths, Aron gazed at his current balance of SPs, which showed that he had only managed to get 400 SP.
And knowing that even the cheapest item in the system's shop would cost about 85,000 SPs, it means that he will either have to run for a really very long time or he will need to utilize the knowledge taught by the system very effectively in order to compensate for the little points he would be earning from these daily quests.
…..
Upon his return to his home, Aron found his mother watching tv.
"Are you done with your exercise?" asked Rose as she fiddled with the remote in her hands.
"Yeah, today took longer than usual because I had to rest halfway through my jogging."
Aron nodded as he stretched his hand towards the bottle of water.
"Not that I'm against it, but why did you start doing these exercises suddenly?"
Rose asked with a complex look in her eyes as she looked at her son with worry deep in her eyes.
"I needed to do something to vent out my stress, or I might just go crazy from all the overthinking. That's why I chose to start exercising because when I'm tired, I won't be able to think about any such complicated topics, saving me from some depressing thoughts," Aron answered, revealing only half of the truth and withholding the other half about it being the System's quest.
"Okay, you know that you can confide in me right?" Rose said softly, showing that she really was concerned about her son.
"Of Course Mom, I know it," Aron smiled at her as he placed the bottle back, knowing that he had a place to call home and a family to rely on.
And this was also the final push he needed to motivate himself to come to a decision to begin his first step on this long journey for a better future for himself and for his family.
…..
Aron sat on a chair after coming out of the bathroom after taking a shower, after being drenched with sweat from the intense exercise.
He was contemplating how he should be using the knowledge he had acquired from the system. The reason he didn't copy the program word for word from the system was because the system was just way too ahead of the current time and it would be useless given the current internet infrastructure. He would need to dumb the current program down a bit in order for it to be able to work on the existing programs and sites.
And that was also why it had taken him a week to determine his approach on how to dumb the program while still retaining its core ability intact.
You can think of it being akin to translation works, and since the program given by the system was designed to be intended to check programs that were written in the year 2100 and later, Aron needed to translate the system and make it compatible so that it could be able to work with programs that were written even earlier than that time.
And so, his work began. Aron started writing his program slowly while making sure that his program was still capable of detecting all sorts of vulnerabilities that could be exploited by others and was also capable of listing them out in an understandable manner for the users or the developers.
While the program's first function alone was game-breaking, its second function offered one of the best ways among which he could use in order to double his income which he would be getting by only finding the weaknesses in those programs.
It took him two whole weeks to complete the program, but those two weeks did not go peacefully without any interruptions.
When he replied to the email from the scholarship department, they informed him that he would need to visit them for a meeting, so that they could discuss the repayment plan.
However, when he explained to them that currently, he wouldn't be able to visit them for the meeting, they sent him alternative plans from which he could choose one to begin his repayment.
The choices were:
Lump-sum payment
Installment plan
Income-driven repayment plan
Each option among these three had its own difficulties for him, albeit for different reasons.
When it came to a lump-sum payment, he didn't even have a fifth of the total amount, so for him to be able to choose this option even if he wanted to was simply out of the question.
The installment plan was presented with its own difficult ways since he will have to be paying it off in parts over a long period of time. However, this also comes with its challenges since the interest rate options that they gave him were way too high for him to even think of accepting.
As for the third option, he couldn't choose it either, because he simply didn't have any income at the moment for choosing this plan.
So Aron found himself caught between a rock, a hard and tough place.
But after contemplating for a long time and with the other side urging for him to give them a decision, Aron ended up choosing the lesser of the evils, which was the second option that came with a hefty interest rate of 15%
Still, he couldn't help but wonder whether someone was deliberately trying to bankrupt him.
Because when he signed the scholarship contract, there was a provision stating that in case of repayment of the grant needed to be repaid, the university had the liberty of choosing the interest of the payment plan which would be ranging between 2.5% and 15% annually.
However, when he inquired about this provision, Aron was told that even if repayment was going to be necessary, the amount of interest that the university would usually choose would always be under 5%.
Hell, even the highest interest rate given to a debaucher student was 9%. So what the hell did he do to be forced to pay it with 15%, which was the full amount of interest?
Who the FUCK did he piss off to be subjected to all this?
Although it was the lesser of the three evils, it didn't leave him with any better taste in his mouth. Because if he continued with this payment plan until the end, he would have to pay almost $1,239,000 in the span of 27 years by paying a monthly installment of $1000 which was all he could currently afford.
$1,239,000 – that was the total amount of money that he would have to pay due to the interest rate that will be accumulated for the period of over 27 years. I mean come on, who the fuck would do that to someone who was once their student?
Aron swore that once he had completed the program for detecting weaknesses in the systems, he would start with his university's system and hack the shit out of the whole university to find out who the fuck was the mastermind that had planned this for making his life miserable.
But since this was the only option that he was capable of paying right now, no matter if he will have to pay an exorbitant amount of money, he still ended up reluctantly choosing it while seething in anger and clenching his jaws hard.
The only silver lining in all of this was the fact that he had managed to schedule another meeting in two months, where he would be able to choose another option from those three. That also meant that he wouldn't begin his repayment plan until after the second meeting, giving him a two-month grace period.
So, now that he had two months' worth of time period, Aron knew that he needed to earn the amount of money within this period, lest he ended up having to pay a million-something bullshit dollars.
That's also why, the very moment he finished developing his weakness-finding program – BugZapper, Aron kept the promise he had made to himself and tested it on his university's system.
And soon enough, the program had already started testing every exploit that could be used to breach the University’s system's defences, rendering the firewall it was supposed to be protected with as ineffective as a tofu, just a touch it couldn’t even stand for more at all. While the University has invested a significant amount of money for the security of their system, when it was in the eyes of Aron's program, it looked like nothing more than a kid trying to fight against a tank. It was effortlessly ripped through, identifying and detailing every weakness, providing instructions on how even a beginner-level programmer could exploit the system. With the passing of the seventh hour since the system started going through the University’s System, Aron’s program still continued on exposing more and more vulnerabilities. There were several reasons why this process was taking such a long time to complete. Firstly, it was because Aron’s computer was cheap since his family couldn't affor
After exploiting the vulnerabilities and gaining access to the university's database and finding out who it was who had been plotting for his misery, Aron managed to calm himself down and then shifted his focus towards earning money first in order to relieve himself from the debt so that it won't raise a negative situation in the future. With that, he decided to find his first target for his grand money-making plan. And since he needed a large amount of money, Aron needed to find the victim who would not only put way too much importance on their data security but also boasted a very large user base and wanted to prevent user data theft. This means that such a target will be willing to pay more money for his service, since a data leak for them may mean that they would lose their user’s trust in their security system. So, with all that in mind, Aron decided to focus on social media sites since they perfectly met all of his criteria. He then started investigating these platforms and ini
CAFE Aron arrived at the meeting place where he had planned to meet with Felix and give him a detailed explanation in order for him to prepare for the meeting with the F******k officials and negotiation with F******k. Three Minutes after Aron had gotten his drink, Felix arrived, shaking hands with Aron and giving him a hug. Aron's friend sat down on the opposite side. "How have you been coping since that day?" Felix asked with slight worry, he was aware of Aron’s condition and also thought that his friend wouldn’t have done such a thing. "Though, it was difficult at first, it has been going pretty well now, in fact, I'm even surprised at myself," Aron smiled while answering and waving his hand. Although he didn't explain the reason as to what was helping him cope or gave him hope, it didn't mean he wasn't grateful for it. Without the arrival of the system, it would have taken him longer to be able to recover and move on from what had happened to him, and since those nasty people
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Aron and his family finally moved into their new house by the fourth week after their initial discussion that night. After purchasing the house, Aron bought two cars for his family’s use. His parents were overjoyed, knowing that they no longer had to worry about rent and other miscellaneous expenses. Initially, when he showed the house to his parents, they asked him to consider buying a more affordable one, because this one was very expensive. However, Aron managed to convince them by telling them that he had chosen this house since it would provide an easier access for his younger brother to the better schools around here which eventually made them agree to his purchase. The house was a spacious 6-bedroom property with a ground floor, an upper floor and a basement. Currently, they were using only 3 rooms, one for his parents, one for him, and one for his younger brother, while the rest were reserved for guests and other purposes. As for the basement, it became Aron’s personal sp
[59,600sp] That was the amount of SP that Aron had right now, and this was gained after the computer had completed checking for weaknesses in the 3 apps. ... 'I hope I can get all the answers when I'm done with this,' thought Aron while he was waiting for the emails and phone information to finish downloading. Thus, while he was still waiting for the d******d to complete, Aron decided to move to Apple's iOS. Opening one of his virtual machines, he started the app after selecting Apple’s iOS to be his next system to search. As the program started doing its things, he opened the system’s shop in order to prepare for his plan, so that he would know how much he needed to collect for his next project. When he went to the technology section, an endlessly long list appeared before his eyes. [SHOP] Quantum Computing Artificial General Intelligence Fusion Energy Nanotechnology Universal Printer Space Elevators Anti-Aging Technology Bioprinting Terraforming Force Fields Quantu
Have you ever been in a situation where you got so angry that you strangely became calm, that was the situation Aron found himself in. And this peculiarity was caused by what was before his eyes and he was currently reading. Secretary: Are you okay? Professor: No, I'm not. That kid destroyed my shining moment. Secretary: So, are you not going to solve it and present it again? Professor: No, I can't do it now because my wife will need to invite those people again in a short time and this will make them annoyed by me. Secretary: So what's your plan next? Professor:..... ….. …. …. Secretary: You said that was the only way for you to be accepted into her family. Professor: I will need to find another way for that. Secretary: Which is? Professor: It’s not important right now. But first, I need to deal with that student who fucked my great moment. Secretary: Oooh... So what are going to do with him Professor: I looked at his university information and it seems that he is graduati
A week after the deal with F******k. In Bluffdale, Utah. The NSA's Data Center is located here, which was also one of the agency's newest and largest data centres. In the Meeting room. "So, what is the meeting about? It better be important, because I was preparing for another meeting with Mr. President to explain in more detail about what sort of harm that traitor Snowden did. This better be important, or else I'm sending you to the Office of the Inspector General," said the head of the Special Source Operations Directorate Teresa H. Shea in frustration. She was still stressed regarding the betrayal of the former government contractor, Edward Snowden. She had to visit the White House for like three times in this week just to explain the FUCKING SAME THING, AGAIN AND AGAIN, for fucksake. "Ma’am, there seems to be a great decrease in the amount of data that is being received from the social media site," replied the presenter hastily, not to make her angrier. "What? Explain in det
“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