The computer class final came and went.Vicky scored 52.
Not impressive. Not terrible.But a pass.
It was the first time in months he'd earned something the slow, normal way. A tiny, ordinary victory. And honestly? It felt good.
But the low static buzz in his bones—quiet but constant—reminded him that "normal life" wasn't really on the menu for him anymore.
Passing exams was fine.Surviving exams was fine.But he needed a new direction.
He didn't want to just learn computers.
He wanted to build things.
The Discovery
At the cyber café, during a deep dive into random programming forums, he stumbled into a whole different universe:Indian indie game developers.
Small teams, solo devs, college kids hacking together passion projects—posting their struggles, begging for help with art assets, complaining about budget limits.
And suddenly something clicked.
They were desperate for assets.
He could literally reach into other worlds and grab them.
He wasn't just a kid with a weird power.He was a walking, one-man creative pipeline.
A resource.
A supplier.
Ghost Asset
He created a new, anonymous profile.
User: Ghost_AssetPost:Solo dev? Need unique, high-quality 2D/3D assets?I can source rare styles, custom props, weapons, icons.No advance payment. Pay only if satisfied.
The replies started slow—some curious, some skeptical.A few hopeful.
One dev needed a set of stylized jungle trees.Another needed fantasy weapon icons for a mobile RPG.
Perfect.
He wasn't dumb enough to pull big, risky things.These were small. Lightweight. Safe.
He loaded up a well-known fantasy RPG, found a gorgeous "Ancient Oak" model, and pulled it out—this time materializing as a detailed miniature sculpture.
The hum in his bones jumped for a second but stayed tolerable.
Vicky photographed the statuette from every angle with his tablet.Clean backgrounds. Perfect lighting.The result? Flawless digital references.
The dev's reply came in fast:
"Bro WHAT?? These are insane. Are these renders? How did you—Forget it. Here's your payment."
The money hit his anonymous wallet.Not huge, but solid.
More than silver coins ever gave him.
More legit.
More his.
He repeated the process for magical weapons from different games—always small-scale pulls, always under control. Each job taught him more about his limits, more about the pressure buildup, more about stopping before the glitch line.
This wasn't a miracle or a shortcut anymore.
It was a business.
A new identity.
Ghost_Asset — the supplier of impossible digital goods.
Back to Real Life
One evening, Rahul and Akash dragged him out for gola.
"You're acting weird again," Akash said. "Before exams you looked like a zombie. Now you look like a hacker trying to blow up NASA."
Vicky laughed for the first time in days."I'm working on something."
"A project?" Rahul asked. "Like startup-wala project?"
"Kinda," Vicky said. "It's called… Ghost Asset."
Rahul squinted. "Bro. That sounds illegal."
"Only mildly," Vicky smirked.
They laughed, but Vicky wasn't joking—not fully.
He finally had something that used his power without tearing reality apart.
Not cash.Not diamonds.Not shortcuts.
A service.A product people actually wanted.
A way forward that didn't risk turning the world into pixels.
No grand overlord dreams.No cosmic disasters.
Just a kid at a cyber café, hustling for his future one impossible asset at a time.
The upgrade wasn't dramatic.But it was real.
And for now, that was enough.