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Chapter 210: The Master’s Shadow

Chapter 210: The Master’s Shadow

Chapter: The Master’s Shadow

Adam remained seated in his chair, staring intently at the flickering screen of his computer monitor.

The room was dimly lit, the glow from the monitor casting a faint bluish hue on his face.

On the left-bottom corner of the screen, the digital avatar of Pratham—Adam’s creation—watched the live feed with unwavering focus.

Pratham’s form was sleek and almost humanlike, with a translucent blue aura surrounding his white-haired figure.

His piercing eyes reflected an otherworldly intelligence as he observed the President’s conference room.

The live feed continued to play, showing the aftermath of the President’s heated discussion with his ministers.

The dark, circular table and chairs, the cold lighting of the room, and the tension still lingering in the air painted a vivid picture of the chaos brewing behind closed doors.

Adam’s gaze, however, was drawn to a new movement on the feed.

As the ministers and associates exited the room one by one, the President gestured subtly to his assistant.

The assistant, a tall figure clad in a sharp black suit, stepped forward and seated himself beside the President.

His appearance was immaculate—jet-black hair combed neatly, glasses perched on his nose, and an air of quiet efficiency that exuded competence.

The President leaned slightly toward the assistant and spoke in a low voice. "Go and inform the Master that we’ve followed his orders.

The investigation will begin as soon as possible. It seems the Master is afraid—afraid of The Union, especially of their member Ninja. That short man might be small in number, but he’s dangerously powerful."

The assistant nodded in acknowledgment, his expression neutral. As he rose to leave, the Prime Minister added,

"And tell the Master we can’t meet him right now. Too many eyes are on us. Leaving this place unnoticed is not an option at the moment."

The assistant’s response was a simple bow of his head before he turned and walked briskly out of the room.

Back in his room, Adam leaned closer to his monitor, his brows furrowing. "Master?" he murmured under his breath.

"Who is this Master they’re talking about? And why are both the President and Prime Minister deferring to him?"

The idea that someone held sway over the nation’s most powerful leaders unsettled Adam. Who was this shadowy figure pulling the strings behind the scenes?

Pratham, who had remained silent until now, turned toward Adam. His translucent figure seemed almost alive as he asked, "Lord Adam, what are your orders?"

Adam glanced at his creation, his mind racing. After a moment, he said, "Follow him. I want to know where this assistant is going and who this Master is. Get me every detail."

Pratham nodded, his blue eyes glowing faintly. "As you command, Lord Adam."

Pratham closed his eyes and activated his connection to the satellite network surrounding the President’s residence.

His virtual presence expanded into the digital realm, where he began tracking the assistant. On Adam’s monitor, the live feed shifted to a satellite view of the area.

The assistant emerged from the President’s house, walking with a purposeful stride toward a white car parked nearby.

As he climbed into the driver’s seat, he tossed a file and a mobile phone onto the passenger seat. What struck Pratham—and Adam—immediately was the lack of any security detail accompanying the assistant.

The car pulled out of the driveway and began moving toward the city limits. Pratham’s voice broke the silence.

"Lord Adam, something feels suspicious. He’s traveling alone, without any escort. That’s highly unusual for someone in his position."

Adam’s eyes narrowed. "He’s hiding something," he said. "Track him closely. I want to know everything—where he’s going, what he’s carrying, and who he’s meeting."

Pratham inclined his head. "I’ll do my best. I’ll also attempt to hack his phone and retrieve any communications."

Adam nodded in approval. "Good. Whatever it takes, I want answers."

Pratham’s translucent figure vanished from the screen as he entered the vast and chaotic digital dimension of the internet.

This realm was alive with activity, streams of data flowing like rivers of light in every direction.

Windows containing encrypted codes, live video feeds, and other digital information floated past him at blinding speeds.

As he navigated the digital pathways, Pratham noticed Mikasa, another evolved artificial intelligence working alongside other.

She was deeply immersed in monitoring Tayo and Sona, providing critical support to their mission. Pratham decided not to disturb her, focusing instead on his own task.

He raised his hands, and a cluster of glowing windows appeared before him. One displayed a live satellite feed of the assistant’s car as it moved steadily toward another city.

Another contained a stream of encrypted codes—an intricate web that Pratham began deciphering.

On Adam’s monitor, these windows appeared in real time. The assistant’s car was clearly visible, a small white dot weaving through the dark streets.

Pratham’s voice resonated through the speakers. "He’s heading toward another city. I’m analyzing his route and attempting to intercept his phone’s signal."

Adam leaned back in his chair, watching the streams of data unfold on his screen. His thoughts were a whirlwind of theories and suspicions.

Who could this Master be? Why does he wield such influence over the President and Prime Minister? And what does this have to do with the Union?

His mind raced as he replayed snippets of the President’s conversation. The mention of Zero, the short but powerful Union member, stood out. What role did Zero play in all this?

As Adam’s thoughts spiraled, Pratham’s voice broke through. "Lord Adam, I’ve initiated the hack. It may take a moment, but I’ll retrieve the data from his phone shortly."

Adam nodded, his gaze fixed on the screen. "Keep at it. We need every scrap of information we can get."

The satellite feed showed the assistant’s car speeding down a highway, its lone presence on the road only adding to the mystery. The file on the passenger seat slid slightly as the car turned, hinting at its importance.

Pratham worked tirelessly, his virtual hands manipulating streams of code as he tracked the assistant’s movements and attempted to break into his phone.

As the windows on Adam’s monitor shifted and updated with new information, the tension in the room grew palpable. Adam could feel the weight of the secrets waiting to be uncovered.

The Chapter ended on this note of suspense, the mystery of the Master and the assistant’s mission hanging heavily in the air.