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The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain Working From Prison
The following day, the clanking sound of keys echoed through the corridor as a guard approached Andrew's cell. He unlocked the door and motioned for him to follow. “You have a visitor,” the guard said gruffly. Andrew stood up, his expression calm but curious. As he was escorted to the visitation room, he couldn’t help but wonder who it might be. As soon as he entered, he saw Hannah as she stood behind the thick glass, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She held the phone to her ear, her hands trembling slightly as she waited for him to pick up his end. Andrew sat down, lifting the receiver. His gaze softened as he saw the pain etched on her face. “Hannah…” he began, his voice low but steady. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to form words. “Andrew, I’m so sorry… I can’t believe this is happening to you. I promise you, I’ll do everything in my power to get you out of here.” Andrew’s jaw tightened, and he leaned closer to the glass. “Hannah, listen to me. I
The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain Recruiting Members
Andrew sat on the basketball court’s sidelines, in his orange prison uniform, a newspaper in hand.The distant sound of sneakers squeaking against the concrete and the bounce of the ball felt as the other inmates played a heated game.A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he skimmed the headlines. His companies were recovering, stabilizing after his recent maneuvering from behind bars. Even in prison, his influence remained unshaken, he was a silent king in the prison, and nothing happened without his approval indirectly.A bulky young man approached, stopping just beside Andrew before leaning down to whisper in his ear.“Boss, I got the info on everyone like you asked.”Andrew lowered the newspaper slightly, his sharp gaze shifting to the side. "Good... uh..." He hesitated for a moment, trying to recall the young man’s name.“Fredrick, sir,” the man answered quickly.Andrew gave a curt nod, flipping the newspaper closed. “Right. Go on.”Fredrick swiftly pulled out a foldergh,
The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain Attack On My Life
Andrew, Fredrick, and Taylor sat at a small station in the prison’s cyber café, a room filled with aging computers bolted to metal desks. Unlike the rest of the prison, where strict rules governed every move, the cyber café was a privilege for well-behaved inmates. It provided controlled access to basic services—emails, legal documents, and monitored job applications.But beneath the surface, everyone knew it could be exploited.Taylor adjusted his glasses, looking at the old computer monitor in front of him. “These computers are locked down. You can’t just browse the internet freely—they only allow access to approved sites, and every action is logged.”Fredrick frowned. “So they’re watching everything?”Taylor nodded. “Not exactly. A program monitors keystrokes, mouse movements, and open applications. If anything looks suspicious, it triggers an alarm.”Andrew smirked. “And let me guess—you know how to work around that?”Taylor chuckled. “Would you be asking me if I didn’t?"Taylor
The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain Time Bomb
Andrew gritted his teeth as the officers dragged him out of his cell and down the dimly lit corridor.The guards didn’t listen to his protests. They didn’t care.His wrists were cuffed tightly behind his back, and his body still ached from the fight with the masked intruder. But it didn’t matter—they had already made up their minds.A sharp blow landed on his ribs, forcing him to stumble forward.“I didn’t try to escape!” Andrew snapped, breathing heavily.The lead guard scoffed. “Yeah? Then explain why your cell was open in the middle of the night.”Andrew’s jaw clenched. He didn’t have an answer—not one they would believe, anyway.The guards dragged him into a small, windowless room—one of the prison’s disciplinary holding cells.One of them pushed him against the wall. A fist slammed into his stomach.Andrew coughed, his body felt the immense pain.“Tell us the truth,” another guard demanded. “Who helped you try to escape?”Andrew lifted his head, his sharp gaze locking onto the ma
The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain Impersonation: Hannah Kidnapped
Leon studied Andrew for a moment before letting out a small chuckle. “So, the infamous Andrew Everest, huh? I’ve heard of you.”Andrew raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”Leon nodded. “I have heard of you in the news, a college kid who built an empire from scratch. A billion-dollar conglomerate and you aren't up to thirty yet” He shook his head slightly. “People like you aren’t supposed to end up in places like this.”Andrew smirked. “Neither are people like you.”Leon shrugged. “Fair point.” His expression darkened. “I’ll help you, Andrew. But on one condition.”Andrew leaned forward slightly. “Name it.”Leon took a deep breath. “My grandmother. She’s the only family I have left. I took care of her for years, but since I got locked up, it’s been… difficult for her to survive.”Andrew listened carefully, his expression unreadable.Leon continued. “She’s old, and the money I saved up for her is long gone. If you want my help, you’re going to make sure she’s taken care of.”There was no hesitation
The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain Prison Break
The next morning, Andrew lay on his cot, staring at the ceiling. His mind was already made up. There was no other option, he was going to get out by all means.As he sat up, he looked around his cell one last time. It wouldn’t be home for much longer.The moment the guards opened the cell doors for morning roll call, Andrew walked over to Fredrick, Taylor, and Leon.“I’m escaping tonight.” They all turned to him, stunned.Taylor blinked. “You’re serious?”“My girlfriend has been kidnapped. If I stay here, she dies. I don’t have time to wait.” Andrew nodded. Fredrick folded his arms. “You do realize escaping a maximum-security prison is nearly impossible, right?”“Nearly impossible isn’t the same as impossible.” Andrew gave a small smirk.Leon leaned against the wall, studying him. “And you have a plan?”Andrew nodded. Taylor let out a slow whistle. “Let me guess—you need us to help.”“No. This
The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain Finding Her 1
Hannah found herself in a warehouse, with dim yellow lights flickering from the ceiling. The air smelled of rust, gasoline, and cigarette smoke. Metal crates and wooden boxes were stacked carelessly around the space, some covered in dust, others with markings from overseas shipments.Several men in dark clothing stood near the entrance, their faces shadowed under their hoods. They were armed, their postures tense. A few rats scurried along the walls, their tiny claws scratching against the concrete.At the center of the warehouse, a man in his mid-twenties sat on a worn-out chair, smoking a cigarette. He had slicked-back black hair, sharp eyes, and a relaxed but dangerous posture. The burning tip of his cigarette glowed in the dim light, the smoke curling around his fingers.He exhaled slowly, his gaze settling on Hannah who was in front of him.One of the men near her grabbed the black sack covering her head and yanked it off. Hannah gasped for air, He exhaled slowly, his gaze settl
The Hidden Legacy; I Will Rise Through Every Pain Wanted
The Lamborghini Aventador moved through the empty street, Andrew gripped the steering wheel, his jaw tight as he focused on the road ahead.Then as his car zoomed off a nearby police the excessive speed limit could be seen on the officer's speed gauge *Ssssssh!* The walkie talkie sounded."Attention all units! A suspect has been spotted exceeding speed limits on Grand Avenue—driving a black Lamborghini Aventador, license plate 45GW-244.""The suspect has white hair," the officer reported urgently.Upon hearing this detail, the head of the police department immediately reacted. "I need a visual on the suspect," he commanded, focusing intently on the monitor displaying the state’s CCTV camera feeds. The footage began to shift rapidly, to monitor the vehicle in question.The technician operating the computer zoomed in, revealing the suspect's face clearly. "It's him!" he announced over the walkie-talkie. "All units! I repeat—Andrew Everest is on the run. Engage pursuit immediately!"An
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World Transformation
The television buzzed softly in the dimly lit room, as Hannah’s was resting on the med bed, thin blankets pulled around her, one hand absentmindedly resting on her stomach. Her other hand held the small remote loosely. Her body still weak, but her mind sharp.The news anchor’s voice could be heard,“We warn our viewers, what you are about to see contains graphic imagery. Viewer discretion is advised.” The broadcast switched to shaky, handheld footage.Smoke.Screams.The camera jerked wildly as someone sprinted across a downtown street — others running behind him, scattering like ants."They're burning alive!" a woman shrieked off-camera.The footage cut to a clearer angle. A man stood in the middle of a parking lot, convulsing violently. His body shimmered as if his skin couldn't contain him.Then —with a horrible, wet pop — flames erupted from his chest, swallowing him and the nearby cars.He staggered backward, mouth open in a silent scream as his body burned from within."Help me!
The Baby's Not Human
Hannah stood just a few feet away from Andrew, wearing a dark hoodie and loose pants, her hair pulled back. Her face was pale, framed by exhaustion and the remnants of too many sleepless nights.She had purposely walked back and forth past the metal bench where Andrew was sitting, but he didn’t acknowledge her.After what seemed like the fifth pass, she was fed up with his silence and walked up to him.“You’ve been sitting out here since morning.”“Where else should I be?" Andrew said quietly.She exhaled, arms tightening across her chest. “You could’ve come to me.”His voice cracked. “I didn’t think I had the right.”She blinked. The silence stretched long between them. Then she stepped forward and sat beside him.“I hated you,” she admitted. “Not for leaving. For letting me believe you stopped caring.”“I never stopped.”Her head turned slightly toward him. “You were protecting me. Even when you were gone. Weren’t you?”Andrew nodded once. “I didn’t know what they’d do. I just knew
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“Team Delta, do you have visual?”“Negative. Target disappeared between towers. He’s fast. Too fast.”“Switch to thermal. Patch all rooftop cams.”“Already tried—feeds glitched the moment he breached perimeter. Like the air distorted.”Above it all, CIA helicopter cut through the clouds, searchlights sweeping across the skyline. Inside, operators barked orders, their eyes locked on failing screens.“He vanished into the cloud line—thermal lost him.”“What the hell is he made of?”Meanwhile, Andrew didn’t stop running until he crossed the edge of the city.He was moving too fast for the human eye, and in his arms was Hannah, clinging tightly to his chest.Andrew was back to the estate which wasn’t in any government database. No blueprints, no leases, no digital trails. Finally, a steel trapdoor opened beneath a derelict warehouse near the Suzhou Creek. The walls buzzed with electromagnetic shielding. A retinal scan, a palm plate, three voice-verification locks.The door hissed open, O
Thousands Of Years Ago
Thousands of years ago....4000 AC – Volcanic Ridge, Deep SouthFlying dinosaurs screamed from above the sky around a volcanic ridge. Giant ferns rustled as the wind blew them. Andros; Andrew's forefather crouched low in the underbrush, his eyes locked on the clearing ahead.His body was lean, muscles taut beneath sun-browned skin. A hide loincloth hung around his waist, as Charcoal streaks ran across his face and chest, marking him with the sigil of his tribe—the Flame Seekers. His long hair was tied back with braided twine made of sinew and bark, the ends singed to prevent unraveling.He gripped a spear in his right hand—shaft of fire-hardened ash wood, tip carved from black obsidian. The kind of weapon you only made when you planned to kill something fast, and dangerous.Ahead, the tall grass parted as juvenile Carnotaurus, perhaps twelve feet long, nosed at the ground. It sniffed, cautious, its curved horns twitching. The beast’s hide was mottled red and brown, like the rocks o
I Can Destroy The World For You
Glass crunched beneath Andrew's boots as he stood center-stage in the shattered summit hall, still holding Liu by the neck. Liu's feet dangled inches above the cracked marble floor. His face was purple now, jaw clenched tight as he gasped for air through his throat that was clenched in Andrew's steel grip. Around them, the summit hall was in ruins. Ceiling panels trembled overhead. Security personnel were frozen. Diplomats cowered behind marble pillars. No one moved. No one dare And then he heard her voice of the only person who was capable to calm the raging flame in him, "Andrew!" He turned as she was there. her clothes torn, her hair wild, her eyes burning with something he hadn’t seen in a long time—doubt if it was him. His grip loosened slightly. He stared like he couldn’t believe she was real. “Hannah…” he breathed, voice raw, barely audible. Her voice trembled. “Put him down.” His hand didn’t move, The ceiling groaned overhead, metal beams still trembling. Smoke sw
The Rise Of gods 2
She didn’t look back as she made it to the road. Her feet were cut and some part of her body were still bleeding. Her clothes shredded and people glanced at her from a distance.“She’s crazy.”“Don’t look at her.”Hannah went as far as her legs could carry her, waving to passersby, but no one responded to her. After what felt like hours, she stumbled toward the seashore, her legs weak, every step dragging like an anchor tied to her soul.Her clothes were half-burnt, her skin stained with soot, her feet were dirty. The road had ended, and ahead, the dock stretched into the misty shore of the river. She made it two steps onto the wood before her knees gave out.She collapsed face-down at the edge, breath shallow, body shaking.The sound of soft waves lapping against old wood was the only thing left.Until footsteps approached.A lantern flickered through the mist.“Hey… miss?” a man’s voice called gently, hesitant. “You okay?”An old fisherman stood a few feet away, half-afraid she mig
The Rise of gods
The long-anticipated summit was finally hosted. Foreign delegates, dressed in their tailored suits, were spotted everywhere, while surveillance drones whirred overhead and guards, stationed at every archway, held polished rifles.The Shanghai skyline could be seen beyond the bulletproof windows. They had no idea what was coming.Now, Andrew walked straight toward the summit building—not as Li, not in disguise, but in his real face. Andrew, hadn’t slept in bed. He hadn’t spoken a word. He had knelt in the dirt of the KAIROS ruins the entire night, unmoving, blood dried on his knuckles, Hannah’s name burning behind his eyes. He waited. Hoped. Prayed.But she never came and something inside him broke.He rose slowly, eyes glowing like molten glass, and turned his back on the flattened crater.The guards at the eastern gate stepped forward.“Sir, this is a restricted—”He didn’t stop.“Identification or we will—”Andrew’s eyes flashed red.The air exploded as a telekinetic force blasted
She Can't Be Dead 2!
“HANNAH!" Andrew bolted upright in the medbay bed, a deep cry ripping from his chest like it had been trapped inside for days. His voice echoed off the sterile white walls, bouncing into every crevice like a sound too full of grief to be contained. Cold sweat soaked his back. His chest heaved. The heart monitor spiked violently as he looked around, panicked, disoriented. She was gone. “No. No. No!” Andrew shoved off the covers. Wires snapped free as he yanked at the IV in his arm. Blood sprayed across his forearm and onto the white floor. It was messy, frantic—deliberate. He didn't care. He wanted the pain. The door burst open and it was Taylor. Behind him, Leon and Frederick rushed in, still in partial gear from the prior night’s field escape. “Andrew! You’re not supposed to—” “You should’ve left me there!” Andrew screamed. His voice cracked beneath the weight of everything he was holding back. “You should’ve let me die with her!” “Andrew, we had no choice—” “NO!”
