WHITE DRAGON SYSTEM

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Chapter 3 cybernetic Reboot

My world trembled, but not from a physical earthquake. It was the vibration of my visual sensors being forced through a mass reboot. The man with the cybernetic arm who had been about to stomp on my face a second ago now seemed frozen in midair, like a frame stuck in the middle of a corrupted satellite broadcast. Seconds slowed into minutes, and minutes stretched into a torturous eternity.

[WDS STATUS: ENERGY 5% - NEURAL INTEGRATION: CRITICAL STAGE]

The words glowed snow-white in the corner of my vision, blurred by wastewater splashed across my face. Without a sound, the algorithm burned me from the inside out. The pain that had paralyzed my body was forcibly replaced by a surge of raw, brutal data. My fragile biological brain was being compelled to accommodate the power spike coming from the mysterious chip behind my ear.

"W-what... what's happening to your eyes?!"

The steel-armed leader suddenly stammered. His mocking grin vanished when he saw my irises radiating pure white light, bright enough to drive the darkness from the sewer.

"I told you," I whispered.

My voice echoed twice over, distorted by a heavy digital resonance.

"Even wounded, a professional is still dangerous."

Before his metal boot could touch my temple, I moved.

The motion was instant, efficient, and almost unnatural. I sprang up like a released steel coil and drove an open palm into his chin. It was more than physical force. A high-voltage static discharge surged from the system through the nerves in my hand, slamming directly into his cybernetic framework.

The muscular man flew backward. His spine crashed into a drainage pipe, cracking it open and releasing a blast of hot steam. The metallic impact was deafening.

"Boss?!"

His two subordinates stared in horror at their unconscious leader, dropped by a single strike.

Before they could even process what had happened to the thermal machetes in their hands, I was already advancing.

Every step I took was guided by glowing white projection lines drawn through the air by the system, each one pointing directly at a fatal weakness in their support systems. I no longer had to think about real-world combat techniques. All I had to do was follow the execution paths appearing before me.

Punches. Kicks. Evasions.

Everything was calculated down to the millisecond.

Within seconds, both thugs collapsed in perfect synchronization. Not from bleeding wounds, but because their internal systems had been forcibly emptied by the Data Feedback I released upon contact. They convulsed in the mud, their eyes rolling upward as they stared blankly at the damp sewer ceiling.

I gasped for breath.

My lungs burned, and my body felt as though it had just been pulled from a steel furnace.

Suddenly, a public holographic screen mounted to the main drainage channel flickered violently on the tunnel wall beside me.

The news broadcast that had been displaying my wanted notice abruptly shifted.

A pristine white digital isolation chamber appeared on-screen.

At the center of the empty room sat a girl curled into herself on the cold floor.

Alessa.

My breath caught.

The adrenaline racing through my veins vanished as if my heart had been smashed to pieces with a hammer.

She looked so pale.

A white hospital uniform bearing the Nexus logo covered her thin frame. Both hands were bound by humming electromagnetic energy chains that emitted painful flickers every time her fragile body trembled.

The screen changed again.

It revealed the face of the man I hated most in the entire universe.

Victor Sterling.

"Kaelan Ardent."

Sterling's voice filled the underground passage, echoing coldly between the rusted pipes.

His tone was smooth and calm, as if he were delivering a welcoming address to a board of directors instead of destroying someone's life.

"You know, I've always admired your talent. Your father was the same. But talent that cannot be controlled is merely chaos waiting to be discarded."

Behind Sterling stood a man with his arms folded arrogantly across his chest.

Ryker.

His eyes were cold and empty, devoid of even the smallest trace of sympathy.

There was nothing left of the man who used to clap me on the shoulder and share late-night coffee with me after grueling training sessions.

"Ryker... you ungrateful bastard!"

I screamed and drove my fist into the concrete wall until blood streamed from my knuckles.

The hologram remained unmoved, continuing to project their arrogance.

"You have forty-eight hours, Kaelan," Sterling continued, wearing a thin, deadly smile. "After that, the fragmentation process will begin. We will forcibly dissect your sister's mind, extract every memory and hidden file she possesses regarding her father's algorithmic system, and then erase her soul entity into a vacuum chamber."

His smile widened.

"And naturally, we will broadcast it live for the entire world to watch. An educational demonstration for other dissidents."

"Don't touch her, Sterling! Damn you! Take me, not Alessa!"

I roared as tears of rage mixed with the blood on my face.

The screen had no ears to hear my desperation.

In the upper-right corner of the hologram, a digital countdown began ticking mercilessly backward.

Inside the cell, Alessa slowly raised her head.

Her sorrowful eyes looked directly into the camera lens, as though she could somehow feel my shattered presence beyond the screen.

She did not cry.

She did not scream for help.

My Alessa had always been intelligent. She understood that in the face of a corporation this cruel, tears were nothing more than useless lines of code.

"Ryker," I muttered softly.

My grief evaporated, replaced by pure rage so cold it seemed to freeze my blood.

"I'll tear your throat out before that clock reaches zero."

[NOTIFICATION: NEURAL CONNECTION DETECTED. INTERCEPTING LOCAL FREQUENCY...]

The voice of the White Dragon System echoed inside my skull, cold and mechanical.

The algorithm began operating independently, dissecting and analyzing the radio waves Nexus was using to transmit the broadcast.

I sank weakly to the ground and leaned against the damp wall.

The injury in my ribs had not truly healed. The system had merely injected a temporary antidote through artificially stimulated hormones to keep my body from collapsing.

If I failed to act now, Alessa would become a sacrifice to their greed.

I forced my aching brain to think through the dizziness assaulting me.

The hidden warehouse.

Yes.

Before Father had been "erased" by them, he had built a secret proxy server deep beneath this slum district.

If I could reach that location and integrate it with White Dragon access, I could breach Nexus's firewalls, conceal my position, and search for weaknesses in their headquarters' defenses.

"You'll see how this piece of trash burns down your grand palace, Sterling," I hissed at the fading screen.

Suddenly, the sound of heavy, rhythmic footsteps echoed from the dark end of the tunnel.

These were not the random footsteps of sewer thugs or homeless drifters.

I knew that cadence all too well.

Corporate Enforcers.

Nexus's elite military unit.

They had arrived far sooner than I expected.

"Target confirmed in Under-7 Sector."

A cold, emotionless voice crackled from a distant loudspeaker.

"Proceed with immediate on-site execution. Full high-level authorization from CEO Sterling."

I forced myself back to my feet and swallowed the thick metallic taste coating my mouth.

My biological body had reached its limit, yet the image of Alessa in chains supplied a strength that defied every law of medicine.

[WHITE DRAGON SYSTEM: CALIBRATING... STAGE 1 READY.]

I flicked my trembling fingers.

At once, faint white light began shining intensely from the pores of my skin.

My nerves pulsed violently in harmony with the frequency of the ancient system.

If they believed this was a hunt, then from this moment onward, they would become the prey.

"Alessa, wait for me," I whispered toward the dark corridor.

Then I leaped backward, avoiding the sweeping beams of tactical flashlights as the soldiers began scanning the canal walls.

I ran through the darkness of the Underbelly.

Every step was now guided by dense digital overlays that displayed enemy heartbeats beyond thick concrete walls.

This was no longer the desperate escape of a hunted fugitive.

This was the beginning of an impossible rescue operation.

I would penetrate the deepest firewalls, steal the darkest secrets, and amid that storm of pixels, I would bring Alessa home.

Or I would burn every server and every building owned by Nexus to the ground.

The chase had only just begun.

And in this city built on data and greed, I had just written the first line of my revenge.

Yet just as I was about to turn toward the drainage route leading to Father's underground warehouse coordinates, my stride abruptly locked in place.

A blood-red warning flashed across my vision at a frenzied speed, drowning out every white projection overlay generated by the White Dragon System.

[CRITICAL WARNING: UNKNOWN MALWARE INFUSION DETECTED.]

[RYKER'S SIGNATURE TRACKING PROTOCOL: 99% ACTIVATED.]

[LOCKING ALL MOTOR NERVES IN 3... 2...]

"What...?" I murmured.

My body suddenly went rigid, frozen in the dead-end passage.

From the darkness ahead, three red laser sights from Corporate Enforcer long rifles settled directly on my chest.

At the same time, the sound of Ryker's footsteps came from immediately behind me.

Far too close.

Then his voice whispered beside my ear.

"Checkmate, Kaelan."

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