"Do they have any powerful bank there in Neovalle?" Mr. Benney asked."Well, how am I supposed to know? I just arrived here," Marvin replied, with frustration creeping into his voice."Well," Mr. Benney said, "I would advise you to visit any powerful bank there in Neovalle. I'm sure they must have the solution to your problem.""Okay, Mr. Benney. I’ll do just that. However, if I have any problems, I’ll contact you again," Marvin said."Whatever you say Mr. Marvin," Mr. Benney responded.Marvin ended the call and started walking toward his butler, who was waiting by the car."Sir Marvin, you look stressed. Is anything the matter?" the butler asked."Is there any powerful bank here in Neovalle?" Marvin asked.The butler looked confused. "With all due respect, Sir Marvin, I don't understand what you mean by 'powerful bank,' but here in Neovalle, we have two major banks: Everforge Bank and Astris Bank.""Okay, do you know the one that is more powerful than the other?""Um, I believe that
Vincent Troi leaned back in his chair, putting up a small smirk on his face. "Why I did that? You want to know why I froze your account? Well, I did it because I can."The diamond royale credit card was a dominant credit card that could be used in any city within the country, however, it was subjected to the authority of the most powerful financial institution of the particular city it was used for any transaction.Marvin looked puzzled. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. "What? What do you mean you froze my account because you can? Do you even listen to yourself? You're acting like my bank account is your personal property, and I’m some kind of slave. How dare you do such a thing?" Marvin's voice was filled with anger.Mr. Troi remained calm and simply replied, "Keep talking like that, and see where it gets you."Marvin felt the rage boiling inside him, but he knew he needed to think clearly. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm down. After a moment, he spoke again, this tim
Vincent Troi sat in his luxurious mansion, a grand estate surrounded by high walls and guards. The house was full of expensive artwork, golden chandeliers, and soft, rich carpets. Troi leaned back in a leather chair, sipping on a glass of fine wine. Around him were six of his most trusted allies, all rich and powerful like him. The room was filled with laughter and the smell of expensive cigars.Two of his allies, men who had worked with him for years, were boasting about their recent success. One, a man named Franco, puffed on his cigar and spoke with pride. "We just finished moving another hundred million through our fake companies. Clean and easy. No one will ever trace it back to us."The other, a man called Hector, chuckled. "The beauty of it is, the money looks legit. It’s all in offshore accounts now, untouchable. We could retire tomorrow if we wanted."They had just boasted about their recent success in their money laundering operations.Troi smiled, pleased with his team'
The doors slammed open with a loud bang, making everyone jump in their seats. In stormed ten policemen, all armed with guns and batons. They looked angry and ready for action.Vincent Troi’s heart pounded. His glass of wine slipped from his hand, crashing to the floor. The room, that was once filled with laughter, was now silent. The men stood frozen, with their faces turning pale with fear.The policemen didn’t wait. They moved in fast, raising their batons high. One by one, they started hitting the men, the sound of the batons cracking against their bodies filled the air.Troi’s allies, who were once boasting about their power, now screamed in pain. Franco fell to the ground, and his cigar was still in his mouth as a baton struck his back. "Why are you doing this?" he cried out, but the policemen didn’t stop. Hector tried to shield his face, yelling, "We’re important men! You can’t do this to us!" But the blows kept coming, the blows were hard and without mercy.Vincent Troi, th
As Marvin stepped into the room, Mr. Vincent Troi’s eyes widened in disbelief. His heart pounded even harder, and for a brief moment, he forgot the pain surging through his body.“What…what is he doing here?” Troi muttered under his breath, his voice was filled with confusion and shock.Troi’s mind was racing. How did Marvin know where he lived? And how could he possibly be connected with James Hartford and Victor De Luca? These men didn’t associate with just anyone—they were too powerful, too careful. Was Marvin the one who led them here? No, that couldn’t be true… could it?Marvin, standing tall and calm, smiled slightly as he moved closer to Troi. Without warning, he threw a heavy punch directly into Troi’s jaw.Troi grunted in pain as his head snapped back. The punch was strong—much stronger than he had expected from someone like Marvin."You think you're so untouchable now, huh?" Marvin mocked, looking down at the crumpled figure of Troi. "You thought you could mess with me an
Marvin crouched down, his eyes were locked on Mr. Vincent Troi, the tension in the room was thick with anticipation. He leaned in close, his voice dropped into a whisper that sent a chill through Troi’s body."You want to know how I did it?" Marvin’s tone was calm, but there was a dark edge to it. "It all started last week, when I visited your office. You remember that little altercation we had, when you ordered your bodyguards to throw me out don’t you?"Troi’s face paled, and his mind replayed the events of that day. He remembered the chaos that occured that day, the heated words exchanged, but he couldn’t understand what Marvin was getting at."That’s when I set up a backdoor in your laptop," Marvin continued, as his smile was widening. "A backdoor, Mr. Troi, is a hidden way for me to access your computer without you knowing. While you were too busy thinking you’d won, I had already planted my trap."Troi’s heart raced. He stared at Marvin, and his eyes were wide with shock. He ha
Three weeks had passed since Marvin’s card was declined, and now he was back at the same establishment. The moment he walked in, heads turned, but not in admiration—people who recognized him cast dismissive glances in his direction. The respect they once had for him was gone. They remembered how he had requested for equipments worth 3.5 million dollars, only for his card to fail. To them, he was no longer the wealthy man he appeared to be.Marvin ignored the looks and walked straight toward the financial department. His steps were firm, but inside, his heart raced. He had something to prove.As he entered the department, he saw Derek behind the counter. Derek noticed him right away. Marvin pulled out his Diamond Royale card and spoke clearly, “Hello, Derek.”Derek squinted, trying to place the face. “You… I remember you. You are…”“Marvin, the guy whose transaction was declined,” Marvin said, helping him remember.“Aha!” Derek’s face lit up with recognition. “Yes, I remember you n
Derek laughed out loud as the payment machine displayed "PAYMENT DECLINED" again."Oh, it really happened again, just like I predicted!" he said, shaking his head in disbelief. His two colleagues burst into laughter, slapping each other on the back.“Well, you know the deal,” Derek said, still chuckling. “Take off your clothes and shoes. You promised.”Marvin's face tightened. “No, run the card once more,” he demanded, his voice was calm but firm.Derek rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. “Come on, are we really doing this again? What makes you think your card is going to work this time? Are you trying to make a fool out of us?” Derek’s voice grew louder, and frustration was showing in his face.Marvin didn’t flinch. His eyes were cold and sharp. “Run the card once more,” he said, his voice was steady but with a chilling edge.Derek paused, noticing the change in Marvin’s expression. Something in those cold eyes made him flinch. He hesitated, but then, abandoning his earlier confidence
Two weeks had passed since the chaos at the energy core, but for Marvin, it felt like a lifetime.He sat in his office, slouched in the large, leather chair behind his polished oak desk. The expansive window behind him let in streams of sunlight, but the brightness felt out of place. Inside, Marvin felt dim and distant, like a part of him had been stripped away.On the surface, he looked composed. His suit was neatly pressed, the dark fabric hiding the faint glow of the blue veins still etched into his arms. The glow was faint now, but it was a constant reminder of the price he had paid in an effort to stabilise the energy grid.Marvin sighed, leaning back in his chair as he stared at the untouched documents on his desk. His mind wandered to his telepathic abilities—once sharp, vibrant, and second nature to him. Now, reaching that state felt like trying to grab smoke with his bare hands.He closed his eyes for a moment and focused. "Reach deeper." he told himself. His thoughts st
The room grew silent for a moment, the only sound was Marvin's heavy breathing as his body gave out. His knees buckled completely, and he crumpled to the floor, his glowing veins had faded into dull lines as his consciousness slipped away.Just as the energy field began to spiral out of control again, a faint whirring sound filled the room. The female cyborg stepped forward, her movements were smooth yet deliberate. Her metallic limbs shimmered under the harsh glow of the unstable core, and her glowing eyes were locked onto the chaotic pulses of energy.She knelt beside Marvin, placing a cold hand on his shoulder. "Rest, Marvin," she said softly, her voice was calm and soothing. "You've done enough."Straightening her body, the cyborg turned her focus to the core. Her expression was unreadable, but her glowing eyes seemed to brighten as she extended her hands toward the storm of energy.Her internal systems were activated, sending a surge of telepathic waves toward the core. Her m
The air around Marvin crackled with energy, the violent storm of the Synapticore was roaring louder as the seconds ticked by. His chest rose and fell with labored breaths, sweat soaking his face as the temperature in the room climbed to unbearable levels. Yet, his eyes were fierce, fixed on the glowing core.“Tell me what to do,” he repeated, his voice was sharper now, his resolve solidifying.Luminar’s voice echoed in his mind, it was calm but tinged with urgency. “like I said before, to stabilize the grid, you must sync with its chaotic frequency. The energy is wild and erratic, but you can calm it by matching its rhythm. Focus, Marvin. Listen to the pulses, feel them, and let your mind flow with them.”Marvin closed his eyes, shutting out the flashing lights, the sparks, and the unbearable heat. His breathing steadied as he reached deep within himself, his consciousness stretching out to touch the volatile energy field. Slowly, he began to feel it—the erratic thrum of the core’s
The Synapticore energy buzzed wildly, and its light pulsed with an unpredictable rhythm. Rays of the sky-blue glow flickered outside the energy room, spilling through cracks in the walls and vents. It illuminated the dark corridors beyond, casting eerie, dancing shadows that stretched and twisted along the walls.Outside the energy room, chaos was brewing. Technicians scrambled to address the sudden surges in the facility’s systems. Warning lights flashed red, and alarms blared, signaling critical instability.The lead technician, a middle-aged man with a nervous air about him, noticed the strange blue light seeping out. His brow furrowed as he turned to Mr. Christopher Richmond, standing at few feets away from the energy room.“Mr. Christopher,” the technician called, his voice shaky, “what’s that sky-blue light coming from the energy room?”Christopher’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his face remained calm. He knew exactly what it was—the result of Marvin’s Synapticore power. But t
Marvin pressed his palm firmly against the cyborg’s cold, metallic arm.The moment their connection was made, a jolt of raw energy shot through him like an electric surge. It was as though his very veins were on fire, as each pulse of energy sent a sharp tremor up his arm. He gritted his teeth, trying to concentrate. The Synapticore energy that lived deep within him, which was dormant and unpredictable, was now his only lifeline."Focus," the cyborg’s voice broke through the chaos, it was steady and commanding. “Draw it out. Don't hold back. This is it.”Her words echoed in Marvin's mind, but his body was already pushing past his limits. His veins, once normal, were now glowing a brilliant sky-blue, pulsing as if his very bloodstream had become a river of energy. He clenched his jaw against the searing heat of it, fighting the rising panic.The energy surged through him, pooling in his chest, his limbs. He didn’t hesitate. He funneled it all down into his arm, sending it out throu
Marvin’s heart pounded as he stared at the woman before him. Chaos erupted all around them—the roaring hum of the energy field grew louder, threatening to consume the entire facility. Yet, his focus remained locked on her, as if the world had paused just for this moment.Her piercing eyes, like shards of tempered steel, held a strange mix of calm and determination that left him both mesmerized and unnerved. The flickering lights played across her flawless features, highlighting a beauty that seemed almost inhuman.No, not almost.Marvin’s gaze traveled downward, catching the gleam of her metallic arm. Its sleek, intricate design was unlike anything he’d seen, seamlessly blending with the flesh of her shoulder. It wasn’t a flaw; it was a statement.“Who… are you?” Marvin asked, his voice was barely audible above the cacophony around them.The woman’s expression remained steady. “Focus, Marvin. There’s no time for distractions,” she replied, her tone was calm yet commanding.Her words
Marvin’s breath quickened as he surveyed the chaos around him. The smoke thickened, and the flickering lights cast eerie shadows across the room. He turned to the young technician who had led them here, his voice was sharp and commanding.“How did this happen?” Marvin demanded, his piercing gaze was locked on the technician.The young man swallowed hard, his hands started trembling. “I-It started when one of the energy storage units malfunctioned,” he stammered. “The cooling systems couldn’t keep up with the heat buildup, and it triggered a chain reaction. The power surges overloaded the grid, and now the entire system is unstable.”Marvin’s uncle, Mr. Christopher Richmond, stepped forward, his movements were calm and precise. He made his way to one of the main control panels and began typing rapidly, his fingers were flying over the keyboard as he analyzed the situation.“Uncle Christopher, what’s the status?” Marvin asked, his voice tense.Christopher’s face was a mask of concentr
Four days later, the sun was high in the afternoon sky, casting long shadows across the sleek, modern campus of Marvin’s newly commissioned company. Inside the sprawling Solar Research Lab, Marvin walked alongside his uncle, Mr. Christopher Richmond, their footsteps were echoing softly against the tiled floor.The lab was a marvel of innovation, its clean, polished surfaces reflected the glow of advanced equipment humming quietly in the background. Researchers moved methodically, their focus was unwavering as they worked at their stations.Marvin took a moment to admire the setup, feeling a swell of pride. The Solar Research Lab was one of the most vital units in the company—a hub of innovation where breakthroughs in solar energy technology would propel the company to greater heights.Standing at the center of the room was Dr. Nathaniel Croft, a brilliant scientist Marvin had carefully selected to lead the unit. Clad in a white coat, his sharp eyes scanned the room as he oversaw th
The governor’s trembling hand hovered over the screen of his buzzing phone. The name Denzel Brooks glared back at him like a death sentence. His throat went dry as he reluctantly swiped to answer.“Hello… Mr. Speaker,” he croaked, his voice barely steady.“Governor Webster,” Denzel Brooks’s voice came through, calm but cold, with the weight of authority that felt crushing. “It seems the time for pretense is over.”The crowd, already uneasy, quieted further, straining to catch every word as if they could hear the conversation through sheer anticipation.“What… what are you talking about?” Webster stammered, though deep down, he knew where this was going.The Speaker’s voice was unrelenting. “Investigations into your assets and your dealings with Jessica Zypher have been ongoing for a few weeks now. And now, the results are clear. You accepted a bribe to influence your decision on Project Helios.”Gasps erupted from the crowd. The words “bribe” and “Project Helios” shot through them lik