Marvin looked at his uncle, feeling more confused. "But… but you… I mean, I don’t see any Synapticore mark on you."Mr. Christopher gave him a patient smile. "So you think I need a Synapticore mark to prove I have the Synapticore force?""A prickle of heat crept up Marvin’s neck, and he lowered his gaze, clenching his hands to keep from fidgeting. He wasn’t sure if he’d overstepped, or even looked down on his uncle, but he could feel his uncle’s patient eyes on him."I’m sorry, Uncle. I didn’t mean to be rude."Mr. Christopher chuckled softly. "No, no, it’s fine. Even the smartest people make wrong guesses sometimes."Marvin relaxed a little, but his mind was still buzzing with questions. He was desperate to understand more about his uncle. But something in his uncle’s calm, firm tone made him decide to hold back his questions—at least for now.He had to desist from asking Mr Christopher anything about the Synapticore force and why he was not the CEO of Richmond tech group.Then, a
Mr. Christopher’s confident look faded, and he fell silent, as his eyes were fixed on the floor. He seemed to be deep in thought, processing what Marvin had said. Marvin’s words had struck a chord—there was a real chance that the Zypher family would offer the governor an enormous amount of money to sway him. And knowing the governor, he wasn’t exactly the type to turn down a deal like that.Finally, Mr. Christopher looked back at Marvin, and his face turned serious. "We have to find a way to stop her," he said.Marvin could see the determination in his uncle’s eyes, but he also saw a hint of worry. This wasn’t going to be easy."I’m trying to figure something out," said Marvin, with a hint of frustration in his voice. "But it just won’t come together. The Zypher's spectral manipulation abilities give them a big advantage in this wicked agenda of theirs."Mr Christopher nodded, understanding what his uncle meant. With that kind of power, they could push their agenda forward, making i
Mr. Christopher gave Marvin a nod, signaling him to follow. They stepped out of the room, and Marvin couldn’t help but feel a mix of curiosity and confusion."Where are you taking me?" Marvin asked, his voice was tense.Mr. Christopher glanced back with a small, mysterious smile. "A very special place."They walked down a narrow hallway, and the dim blue lighting cast shadows on the walls. The path twisted and turned, leading them deeper into the quiet part of Mr. Christopher’s duplex. It felt secluded, like a part of the house that no one else knew about. Marvin noticed how quiet everything was here, as if they’d entered a hidden world where no outside noise could reach.Finally, they stopped in front of a large metallic door at the end of the hallway. The door was smooth and silver, with no handle, only a small, glowing sensor to the side.Mr. Christopher took a step forward and focused his right eye on the sensor. For a moment, the sensor glowed brighter, scanning his eye with a
Mr. Christopher looked at Marvin with intense eyes. "I know the main reason why you came to Neovalle," he said slowly. "And the reason you came to Neovalle… is the same reason I came to Neovalle thirty three years ago."Marvin stared back, feeling even more confused. He tried to understand, but his mind was racing. "Uncle, with all due respect, I don’t understand you. Could you… be more specific?" he asked, with a voice that was uncertain.Mr. Christopher paused, his gaze was fixed on Marvin. He seemed to be searching Marvin’s face for something, his expression was both serious and sad. Then, after a few moments, he took a deep breath."We share similarities, Marvin," he said in a calm but heavy tone. "We are both the first-born of our parents."Marvin frowned, still not seeing the connection. "So… what about that?" he asked, feeling a bit impatient.Mr. Christopher’s expression darkened. "But what makes us more alike, Marvin, is that I, too, am a rejected heir of my father."Marvin’s
The room suddenly plunged into complete darkness, as though every light in the entire lab had been snuffed out. The air felt thick, heavy with an unexplainable tension. Marvin’s eyes strained, but he couldn’t see anything—not even his own hands. All around him, machines powered down, with their hums dying out into a silence that was both unsettling and absolute.Marvin’s heart pounded. His fists were clenched, and he raised them slightly, unsure if he would need to defend himself in the pitch-blackness.“Uncle!” he called out, his voice was tense, echoing through the dark room.There was no answer.“Uncle!” he shouted again, louder this time, his voice breaking a little. He waited, straining his ears for any sign of movement, but all he could hear was the pounding of his own heart.“Uncle, are you there? Stop all these games! I’m not buying it!” Marvin’s voice was firm, but deep down, he could feel a flicker of fear beginning to grow.Then, suddenly, a strange, soft light appeared i
Suddenly, Marvin blinked and found himself in an entirely different place. The cold, sterile walls of the lab were gone, replaced by trees, cobblestone paths, and open fields bathed in twilight. He spun around, disoriented, feeling the soft grass under his feet and the cool breeze on his face.“Where am I?” he asked, his voice was a whisper, and his eyes darted around in confusion.Just then, Mr. Christopher appeared a few steps away, glowing softly as before, but this time, his eyes turned normal. “You are in Westwood, Marvin.”Marvin’s heart jumped. “Uncle!” he gasped. “I thought we were in Neovalle just a few minutes ago.”Mr. Christopher nodded calmly. “Yes, we were. In fact, we still are,” he replied, his voice was smooth and untroubled. “Our bodies are still in Neovalle. But with the help of the synapticore force, our souls are now here, in Westwood.”Marvin’s eyes widened in awe. “You mean…soul travel is possible with the synapticore force?”“The ultra mega synapticore force,
Marvin looked at Mr. Christopher, his eyes filled with a quiet pride as he prepared to explain himself.“You see, Uncle,” he began, “I’ve loved technology for as long as I can remember. Even when I was a kid, I’d spend hours tinkering with old gadgets, taking them apart to see how they worked, then putting them back together. That curiosity never faded.”He paused, a small smile crossing his face as he recalled those early memories. For a moment, the weight of his recent betrayal faded, and he felt a glimmer of the same excitement that had driven him all his life. “All through high school, I studied tech with a great passion. I read every book I could find, joined every tech club, and even won a few competitions. By the time I reached college, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I majored in engineering, graduated with honors, and went on to complete a doctorate in advanced technology systems. I didn’t just study—I lived and breathed tech.”Mr. Christopher listened intently, clearly i
Both groups began to walk toward each other, meeting in the middle of the courtyard. Marvin watched, eyebrows raised, as his father reached out his hand with a friendly smile. Evander Velcan took it firmly, and they exchanged a few words, their faces were polite but tense.Marvin’s eyes widened in shock. “What is going on here?” he muttered, as his voice was full of disbelief. “My father… being friendly with Evander Velcan? That man has always been one of his rivals. It seems my father is beginning to be careless in making friends.”Mr. Christopher’s eyes narrowed, and they began to glow a bright, sky blue. He stood silently for a moment, clearly using his synapticore abilities to study the situation.“It’s an alliance,” he said finally, his voice was low and serious. “Both families have been severely affected… by the things the results of decisions you took out of revenge, Marvin. They’re upset about the power that Tariq Khyber now holds in Westwood—power he only gained all thanks