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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A MIND OPENED
The Prime Minister’s expression didn’t change. Not at first.But Marvin felt the shift—an invisible weight settling into the room.For thirty long seconds, the older man simply looked at him, his sharp gaze was unreadable.Marvin held his breath. His grip on the Prime Minister’s arm remained firm, but inside, doubt crept in.Then, at last, the Prime Minister spoke.“You want to know why I stopped you from killing my wife at the AETC headquarters?” His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it. “I will tell you.”He slowly pulled his arm away from Marvin’s grasp and leaned back in his chair, with his eyes still locked on him.“When you entered my wife’s office at AETC, you weren’t careful enough to check your surroundings,” he said. “You should have noticed the surveillance cameras. But you didn’t.”Marvin frowned.The cameras?The Prime Minister let the words settle before continuing.“If you had carried out that assassination… you would have been caught on video.
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A WHISPER OF DARKNESS
Marvin kept his focus locked on the rabbit. His breathing slowed, and his senses sharpened.The tiny creature twitched, its nose began moving rapidly as if it sensed something unusual. Then, with a sudden jerk, it tilted its head from side to side, letting out a soft, barely audible squeak.Marvin didn’t flinch.Instead, he pushed deeper, allowing his consciousness to stretch toward the rabbit. It felt like an invisible thread tightening, like something unseen was pulling him closer.Then, a strange sensation washed over him.His cognitive sphere—the core of his mental abilities—seemed to reach out like a vast, unseen hand. It wasn’t just touching the rabbit’s mind. It was trying to grasp it, catch it, hold it still.Marvin felt resistance.The rabbit’s thoughts were erratic, scattered—like a whirlwind of fragmented instincts. Hunger. Fear. Curiosity. The raw emotions of a simple creature flooded into Marvin’s consciousness, but they were too chaotic to understand.His eyes burned
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR CONTROL AND RESISTANCE
Marvin’s shimmering sky-blue eyes were locked onto the rabbit. The glow pulsed, like waves of energy flowing through his pupils.His voice dropped lower, softer—like a whisper carried by the wind. But there was something in it. Something unnatural.A rhythm.A pull.The rabbit trembled, its tiny body started shivering as Marvin’s words slithered into its mind.“So weak…”The rabbit’s twitching nose slowed.“So scared…”Its breathing grew uneven.“You run… You hide… but in the end, what are you?”Marvin’s voice shifted. It was no longer just words.It was something deeper.A sound. A melody.It wasn’t human.It was rabbit language.Clicks. Murmurs. Soft, vibrating tones.It slipped between the rabbit’s thoughts like a shadow in the dark.“Your life is suffering. You are nothing but prey. You live to run, to fear, to be eaten.”The rabbit’s ears twitched. Its small, black eyes glazed over.Marvin smiled.He could feel it.The rabbit’s mind was slipping.The resistance was breaking.“The
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR DARK HYPNOSIS: A STRUGGLE AGAINST THE ABYSS
Pa Christopher’s breathing grew ragged. His fingers trembled, the cold barrel of the gun was pressing lightly against the side of his head. His eyes, wide and terrified, flickered between awareness and an eerie blankness. Sweat dripped down his forehead, his body was caught in the violent tug-of-war between his will and the hypnotic force suffocating his mind.Marvin’s shimmering blue eyes burned brighter, glowing with unnatural intensity. His voice remained soft, soothing—yet it carried an overwhelming weight.“You’ve worked so hard, Uncle,” Marvin whispered, the words sliding deeper into Pa Christopher’s consciousness like venom. “And what did they give you in return?”A tear slipped down Pa Christopher’s cheek. His hands trembled harder, the gun shaking as he tried to resist. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to die.“N-no…” His voice was barely a whimper. His lips quivered as he struggled to pull the gun away. But his body… his body wouldn’t listen.The dark pull of Marvin’
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR NO GOING BACK
Marvin’s body trembled. His mind was still drowning in pain, but the Prime Minister’s voice—those strange, ancient words—kept flowing, steady as a river.“”Marvin’s breath came in short, ragged gasps. His muscles burned, his fingers twitched, and his vision blurred. The force inside him—his own Synapticore energy—was spiraling out of control, thrashing like a beast trapped in a cage.His knees buckled again, but he refused to fall. He clenched his jaw, forcing his body to stay upright, forcing himself to fight back.A deep growl rumbled from his throat. Then, through the haze of agony, his lips curled into a twisted smirk.“Enough… talking,” he spat. His shimmering blue eyes pulsed, and the air around him distorted. A powerful, unseen wave shot toward the Prime Minister—it was a hypnotic force meant to override his mind and bend his will.The Prime Minister would let him go. He would step back. He would stop interfering.That was the command.Marvin watched, breathless, as his pow
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR EYES ON MARVIN
Two weeks later, the grand occasion had finally arrived—the Apex Tech Gala. The atmosphere at Neovalle’s Grand Hall was electric, the air was filled with excitement and anticipation. The hall itself as usual stood as a beacon of modernity and luxury, a towering structure with shimmering glass walls that reflected the city’s skyline, which sparkled under the evening sky.Outside, the red carpet stretched long, flanked by photographers and reporters eager to capture the high-profile guests. Limos and sleek black cars arrived one after another, carrying dignitaries and influential figures from across the tech world. The Governor, a well-known figure in Neovalle’s political scene, stepped out of his vehicle first, with his presence commanding attention. The Prime Minister followed closely behind, his face was calm but authoritative as he waved to the cheering crowd. Uncle Christopher, dressed in his finest attire, exchanged a few words with the Governor before making his way inside.
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE SPOTLIGHT
Marvin’s presence sent a ripple through the crowd. All eyes were on him. Cameras flashed non-stop, and reporters scrambled to get their shot, eager for an audience with him. His security detail, always prepared, quickly stepped forward, ensuring the space remained clear and safe.As Marvin strode down the red carpet, the energy in the air grew even more intense. Reporters and journalists surged forward, eager to get a word from him."Mr. Richmond! Over here!" The female reporter called out, holding her microphone high as she tried to push past the security detail.Another journalist, a man in a navy-blue suit, raised his voice, “Marvin! Just a few questions, please! How does it feel to be a top nominee for Tech Man of the Year?”The protocol officers and Marvin’s personal security moved swiftly, forming a protective barrier around him."Back up, please! Give him space!" one of the security officers ordered, his voice was firm.But the reporters were relentless. Cameras flashed wildl
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR EYES THAT FOLLOWED HER
Don’t get too comfortable; it’ll never stand the test of time.” Mr Whitfield said.Marvin’s expression remained composed and respectful. "Thank you, Mr. Whitfield. It’s an honor to be considered among such esteemed company. I truly wish you a successful and enjoyable evening.”Whitfield scoffed, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Marvin, as if he was dismissing him entirely. Marvin smiled politely before turning to walk away, his eyes scanning the room. He felt the weight of the remark given to him by Mr Whitfield but he didn’t let it affect him. He had more important things to focus on.As Marvin walked away from the conversation, he grabbed a drink from the nearby bar and took a sip. The glass was cold in his hand, but the warmth of the event was undeniable. People were chatting, laughing, and exchanging stories, but Marvin couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on him. He was a nominee, but he was also a target for some who thought his success was unwarranted.Out of the corner of
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THE ILLUSION OF FLESH
Helena turned around slowly, her eyes widening in surprise as she saw Marvin standing there. For a moment, everything seemed to stop. Her gaze was locked onto his, and in that split second, a smile began to form on her lips, as if she had been waiting for this exact moment."Marvin?" she said, her voice was a mixture of disbelief and joy. "Is it really you?"Marvin’s confusion deepened, his heart started racing. He had never seen her like this before. She was standing before him, completely human, with no trace of the mechanical features he had once known. The skin on her face, smooth and flawless, reflected the warm light of the room. Her body, once metallic and artificial, now had the softness and warmth of flesh.“Helena... what... what happened to you? Your body is...” Marvin whispered, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the words.He stepped closer, unable to stop himself, reaching out and gently taking her hands in his. He was careful, as if afraid to break the
EYES THAT FOLLOWED HER
Don’t get too comfortable; it’ll never stand the test of time.” Mr Whitfield said.Marvin’s expression remained composed and respectful. "Thank you, Mr. Whitfield. It’s an honor to be considered among such esteemed company. I truly wish you a successful and enjoyable evening.”Whitfield scoffed, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Marvin, as if he was dismissing him entirely. Marvin smiled politely before turning to walk away, his eyes scanning the room. He felt the weight of the remark given to him by Mr Whitfield but he didn’t let it affect him. He had more important things to focus on.As Marvin walked away from the conversation, he grabbed a drink from the nearby bar and took a sip. The glass was cold in his hand, but the warmth of the event was undeniable. People were chatting, laughing, and exchanging stories, but Marvin couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on him. He was a nominee, but he was also a target for some who thought his success was unwarranted.Out of the corner of
THE SPOTLIGHT
Marvin’s presence sent a ripple through the crowd. All eyes were on him. Cameras flashed non-stop, and reporters scrambled to get their shot, eager for an audience with him. His security detail, always prepared, quickly stepped forward, ensuring the space remained clear and safe.As Marvin strode down the red carpet, the energy in the air grew even more intense. Reporters and journalists surged forward, eager to get a word from him."Mr. Richmond! Over here!" The female reporter called out, holding her microphone high as she tried to push past the security detail.Another journalist, a man in a navy-blue suit, raised his voice, “Marvin! Just a few questions, please! How does it feel to be a top nominee for Tech Man of the Year?”The protocol officers and Marvin’s personal security moved swiftly, forming a protective barrier around him."Back up, please! Give him space!" one of the security officers ordered, his voice was firm.But the reporters were relentless. Cameras flashed wildl
EYES ON MARVIN
Two weeks later, the grand occasion had finally arrived—the Apex Tech Gala. The atmosphere at Neovalle’s Grand Hall was electric, the air was filled with excitement and anticipation. The hall itself as usual stood as a beacon of modernity and luxury, a towering structure with shimmering glass walls that reflected the city’s skyline, which sparkled under the evening sky.Outside, the red carpet stretched long, flanked by photographers and reporters eager to capture the high-profile guests. Limos and sleek black cars arrived one after another, carrying dignitaries and influential figures from across the tech world. The Governor, a well-known figure in Neovalle’s political scene, stepped out of his vehicle first, with his presence commanding attention. The Prime Minister followed closely behind, his face was calm but authoritative as he waved to the cheering crowd. Uncle Christopher, dressed in his finest attire, exchanged a few words with the Governor before making his way inside.
NO GOING BACK
Marvin’s body trembled. His mind was still drowning in pain, but the Prime Minister’s voice—those strange, ancient words—kept flowing, steady as a river.“”Marvin’s breath came in short, ragged gasps. His muscles burned, his fingers twitched, and his vision blurred. The force inside him—his own Synapticore energy—was spiraling out of control, thrashing like a beast trapped in a cage.His knees buckled again, but he refused to fall. He clenched his jaw, forcing his body to stay upright, forcing himself to fight back.A deep growl rumbled from his throat. Then, through the haze of agony, his lips curled into a twisted smirk.“Enough… talking,” he spat. His shimmering blue eyes pulsed, and the air around him distorted. A powerful, unseen wave shot toward the Prime Minister—it was a hypnotic force meant to override his mind and bend his will.The Prime Minister would let him go. He would step back. He would stop interfering.That was the command.Marvin watched, breathless, as his pow
DARK HYPNOSIS: A STRUGGLE AGAINST THE ABYSS
Pa Christopher’s breathing grew ragged. His fingers trembled, the cold barrel of the gun was pressing lightly against the side of his head. His eyes, wide and terrified, flickered between awareness and an eerie blankness. Sweat dripped down his forehead, his body was caught in the violent tug-of-war between his will and the hypnotic force suffocating his mind.Marvin’s shimmering blue eyes burned brighter, glowing with unnatural intensity. His voice remained soft, soothing—yet it carried an overwhelming weight.“You’ve worked so hard, Uncle,” Marvin whispered, the words sliding deeper into Pa Christopher’s consciousness like venom. “And what did they give you in return?”A tear slipped down Pa Christopher’s cheek. His hands trembled harder, the gun shaking as he tried to resist. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to die.“N-no…” His voice was barely a whimper. His lips quivered as he struggled to pull the gun away. But his body… his body wouldn’t listen.The dark pull of Marvin’
CONTROL AND RESISTANCE
Marvin’s shimmering sky-blue eyes were locked onto the rabbit. The glow pulsed, like waves of energy flowing through his pupils.His voice dropped lower, softer—like a whisper carried by the wind. But there was something in it. Something unnatural.A rhythm.A pull.The rabbit trembled, its tiny body started shivering as Marvin’s words slithered into its mind.“So weak…”The rabbit’s twitching nose slowed.“So scared…”Its breathing grew uneven.“You run… You hide… but in the end, what are you?”Marvin’s voice shifted. It was no longer just words.It was something deeper.A sound. A melody.It wasn’t human.It was rabbit language.Clicks. Murmurs. Soft, vibrating tones.It slipped between the rabbit’s thoughts like a shadow in the dark.“Your life is suffering. You are nothing but prey. You live to run, to fear, to be eaten.”The rabbit’s ears twitched. Its small, black eyes glazed over.Marvin smiled.He could feel it.The rabbit’s mind was slipping.The resistance was breaking.“The
A WHISPER OF DARKNESS
Marvin kept his focus locked on the rabbit. His breathing slowed, and his senses sharpened.The tiny creature twitched, its nose began moving rapidly as if it sensed something unusual. Then, with a sudden jerk, it tilted its head from side to side, letting out a soft, barely audible squeak.Marvin didn’t flinch.Instead, he pushed deeper, allowing his consciousness to stretch toward the rabbit. It felt like an invisible thread tightening, like something unseen was pulling him closer.Then, a strange sensation washed over him.His cognitive sphere—the core of his mental abilities—seemed to reach out like a vast, unseen hand. It wasn’t just touching the rabbit’s mind. It was trying to grasp it, catch it, hold it still.Marvin felt resistance.The rabbit’s thoughts were erratic, scattered—like a whirlwind of fragmented instincts. Hunger. Fear. Curiosity. The raw emotions of a simple creature flooded into Marvin’s consciousness, but they were too chaotic to understand.His eyes burned
A MIND OPENED
The Prime Minister’s expression didn’t change. Not at first.But Marvin felt the shift—an invisible weight settling into the room.For thirty long seconds, the older man simply looked at him, his sharp gaze was unreadable.Marvin held his breath. His grip on the Prime Minister’s arm remained firm, but inside, doubt crept in.Then, at last, the Prime Minister spoke.“You want to know why I stopped you from killing my wife at the AETC headquarters?” His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it. “I will tell you.”He slowly pulled his arm away from Marvin’s grasp and leaned back in his chair, with his eyes still locked on him.“When you entered my wife’s office at AETC, you weren’t careful enough to check your surroundings,” he said. “You should have noticed the surveillance cameras. But you didn’t.”Marvin frowned.The cameras?The Prime Minister let the words settle before continuing.“If you had carried out that assassination… you would have been caught on video.
