Ali's Twisted Fate

8- Speculations

I've returned with another chapter yayy~ this is 16000 words and i'd say i'm pretty proud

also, with the amount of reads this has gotten, y'all BETTER understand the vne references i put in here or else ISTG imma-

anyways, this chapter is quite heavy with some feelings lol and kinda focuses more on Bakar for once! and Ali and Jinn of course :) read carefully to understand and don't mind any mistakes, i'll find them sooner or later once i come back to edit

have fun reading~!

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- Somewhere in a fortified prison, Cyber Raya -

Aaron literally had better things to do than clean up crap in a prison lobby.

He was a certified genius, he was born with the gift of immense intelligence! He was meant for far more greater purposes than wasting away like any worthless inmate in this godforsaken jail. The people here clearly underestimate him, and have no idea how dangerous he could be.

Especially three infuriating faces who were plastered all over the news.

"Our country has witnessed a vast and quick development over the years thanks to the establishment of Cyber Raya and its intellectual minds who have emerged as the leaders in this celebratory development; Dr Tong, our very own Biotechnological Scientist, in charge of the incredible evolution of biological technology in human sciences-"

Aaron clenches his grip on the handle of the mop he held.

"- the brilliant Dr Mala, our Energy Engineering Specialist, responsible for the rich power surge of the city's long-lasting electricity production and magnificent power manufacturing operations-"

He clenches tighter, feeling a vein pop..

"-and Dr Ghazali, Cyber Raya's remarkable computing genius who has planned and constructed the outstanding plans and projects in regards to the future of the country's growth and further establishment. In conjunction to Cyber Raya's 20th Anniversary, these three pioneers of the road ahead have more than contributed to-"

Aaron growls, teeth clenched with a vicious look in his eyes. "Pioneers my ass! If it weren't for those three and that pesky meddling brat, I would have made a greater name for myself. I would have shoved it in their faces my significance in this world! They are the obstacles in my-!"

"For the love of God, Aaron, we hear this from you three times a week! Shut up and get back to work!" the security guard on duty groans, tossing Aaron an unimpressed look.

Aaron seethes at him, but shuts up and continues his work, knowing better than to continue his yapping. These assholes will regret it...

His eyes wander over to the unattended desk where the guard isn't paying attention to, and Aaron sees a walkie-talkie sitting there, probably forgotten by the guard. His brain sparked up an instant idea.

Hours later during nightfall, the second it was light's out, Aaron finds himself smirking as he lay on his rock hard bed, feeling giddy and rather active for once since coming here. He slides his feet off the cell bed, and walks over to the bookshelf by the steel table desk in his cell room. The thick books on display were mere decorations, and if they had any knowledge in them for these inmates to learn a lesson from, Aaron knew better anyway.

He was a genius after all. Who cares about playing nice if nobody gives a crap about your intellect?

Pulling out the thickest books from the shelf, he plops onto his seat, and sets the books down alongside a bunch of other scrap he collected during his time here; so many unused wires in different colors, loads of still-very-useful batteries, hell, he even found a head-mounted flashlight meant for miners or something. He pulls out the walkie-talkie he grabbed earlier and sets it on the table, scanning everything before him to think of what to make. It wasn't enough to make something super fancy and strong enough to blow up the place, but the idea he has in mind is perfect for a future update once he gets the hell out of here.