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Chapter 15

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The clock struck 3 PM, and the three–hour online showdown ended Websites worldwide were filled with Celandia’s bright flags, but there was no chaos, no trash talk.

The first hacked site showed a serene image of blooming roses, and the silence was deafening. It was a far cry from the qual mess, leaving the audience stunned. They couldn’t believe it–Celandia’s hackers had pulled off something truly remarkable.

This time, Celandia had stepped up in a big way. It was a total reversal from when foreign hackers used to mock them as “Celandia’s Weakling

The Brynton official website remained quiet, likely because there was no drama to report. The next day, they even changed their homepage banner to match the theme of blooming roses.

Stanley’s forum post went viral overnight, turning him from a laughingstock into an overnight sensation. The same overi who once attacked him were now gone–some even deleted their old comments and thanked him for being forgiving and giving them a second chance.

He replied to everyone: It’s not about me being forgiving. It’s my girl. She’s the real hero here.]

The forum members were stunned. Comments poured in. [Dude, are you talking about your actual sister, or is this just poetic, like calling your girlfriend my girl?] someone asked.

Stanley sent an eye–roll emoji and replied: [Poetic? She’s my biological sister.]

That only fueled their curiosity. Knowing roughly how old Stanley was, the idea of him having a younger sister just didn’t compute.

They couldn’t resist asking: [So, how old is your sister, buddy?]

Stanley glanced at the messages and shrugged as he typed back. [She’s just ten years old. Crazy, right?]

The message dropped like a bomb, plunging the alliance forum into chaos. Hackers who thought they were the best were stunned to learn they’d been led through a massive cyber–battle by a ten–year–old girl. It felt like something straight out of a

sci–fi movie.

Instead, they started reaching out to him privately,

bed, wrapped in a pink lace blanket and engrossed in a fairy tale book. For a second, Stanley

his Stanley shook off the doubt. He cleared his throat and said. “Hey, um. I was just wondering if you plan

the surface of the Internet, so the idea of selling code was as foreign as outer space to her. She glanced up from her book and asked, “Sell it? Is it even

“It’s worth more than you’d believe. It could easily sell for ten times what’s in that bag,” he said with

lit up. “Alright, I’m in. Let’s sell

transfer the money to my account first. Tomorrow, I’ll help you

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the plastic bag and imagined having ten of them, her smile growing She felt like she’d just won

quickly got ready, ate breakfast, and sat on the couch. glancing at

keys, ready to bolt for work, and Tina was dipping on her yoga shoes when they both noticed Quinlyn

linle concerned. Quinlyn, what’s going on? Why are

and just said

and said, “What are

at Maurice, her eyes piercing Without saying a word, she made him

awkwardly and looked away. “Never mind. It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me

he’d slept in his clothes. Maurice called out, “Hey, Stanley. Quinlyn’s been

night–Quinlyn’s program went viral, and hackers who usually ignored him were suddenly all over him. He hadn’t slept until dawn. Yawning, he said,

turned and blurted out, “Save up for

just rolled his eyes and

behind him, her tone earnest. “Stanley, keep your money to yourself, okay? Don’t just hand

play favorites, there’s a line. Quinlyn is your kid. Why are you acting like she’s some outsider?”

She couldn’t bring herself to admit that Quinlyn wasn’t her biological daughter. She glanced nervously at Maurice,

shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Quinlyn’s

softened his tone. “A piggy bank won’t cut it,” he said with shrug. “Quinlyn’s been making a fortune selling

disbelief and bewilderment. A kid from the borderlands making a fortune from program sounded like something out of a movie to