The scene shifted to the quiet road leading to Aghorik's house. He walked with his usual calm stride, the setting sun casting long shadows behind him. At a corner shop, he bought a cold drink, the glass bottle sweating in his hand. He twisted it open and took a slow sip, whispering under his breath:
"This is the day I meet the two most manipulative people in the world…"
His tone carried no fear, only the detached acceptance of someone walking toward inevitability.
When he reached his home, he wasted no time. His room was simple yet cluttered with wires, drives, and modified devices that only he understood. Sitting at his desk, Aghorik powered on his computer and placed a small black device beside it—the one he had once used to disrupt nearby electronics. This time, however, he pressed a different button.
A soft green light blinked on.
The machine activated a special VPN, not the type publicly available, but something far more complex—his own creation. It layered his connection in fortified shields, preventing anyone, no matter how skilled, from hijacking his security.
He navigated to the encrypted site where the meeting would take place. A page loaded with chilling simplicity:"ACCESS DENIED: Unauthorized Users – 542,144 Attempts."
Aghorik blinked. Over half a million people had tried to peek into this hidden summit. Only two others had gained entry.
He clicked the final link. The screen went black. Then a voice echoed from his speakers.
"Well, well… looks like the tech prodigy has joined us," said Cipher-X, his tone both mocking and approving.
Another voice followed, colder, sharper."You anticipated my approach. Of course you knew I would mask myself through a VPN. Yet you've ensured that every public VPN is useless against this firewall. You spoke to the makers themselves… even the government."
It was Obliviscythe.
Cipher-X chuckled softly."Yes."
Obliviscythe's words dripped with a mix of amusement and disdain."Well-planned. Then it's true—I'm speaking with the two most manipulative figures in the world."
The third participant finally spoke. His tone was quieter but carried a weight that silenced both."As expected, you're sharp enough to understand."
It was Andre Cavell, leader of the Detective Organisation.
A pause settled across the digital chamber, as though even the circuits themselves held their breath.
"Shall we begin the discussion on why we are here?" Andre asked calmly.
Cipher-X let out a low chuckle, dark and knowing.
The screen flickered. The scene shifted outward—sweeping across the world.
In homes, bars, crowded stations, glowing billboards, televisions, phones, and even digital watches—every device lit up with the same broadcast.
Billions of eyes turned to the mysterious meeting of Cipher-X, Andre Cavell, and Obliviscythe.
The world was watching.