NABC Chapter 355 355:The Pink City
Chapter 355 355:The Pink City
Evan stared at the system interface, his gaze locked on the small yet formidable figure displayed in bold—400 billion SP. He wiped his face with trembling hands, tears threatening to spill. "It's so far out of reach...Trillions. Can I even buy those things in this lifetime?" His voice cracked, a raw mix of frustration and resignation.
The system's calm, measured voice echoed in his mind:
[Calm down, host. As long as you're alive, there's always a chance to buy everything. Don't lose hope.]
Evan let out a shaky laugh. "Alive, huh? Well, let's make it worth it."
Determined, he reviewed the items he had already selected and finalized his purchases. From the shop list, Evan had acquired:
-Universal Simulation: 200 billion SP
-Exotic Matter Computing: 5 billion SP
-ChronosCode: 50 billion SP
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-Cosmic Matrix Code (Universal Programming): 30 billion SP
-Prismium Alloy (High-Class Material): 12 billion SP
-Nebulium-Titanium Fusion Alloy: 800 million SP
-Planar Sub-Reality Simulation: 50 billion SP
The total, after factoring in some smaller acquisitions like subroutines and intermediate-level upgrades, neared the daunting figure of 400 billion SP.
Mac's response was sharp and direct. "Rajesh Patel's speech stirred up quite a reaction. The public has been divided. His promises of transparency and accountability have garnered support, especially among the middle class and intellectuals—they see him as a reformer. But on the other hand, many are skeptical, especially the grassroots workers who are loyal to the old regime. They think it's all talk, with no real action behind it."
Evan listened carefully as Mac continued. "There's also an underlying tension. The opposition is fueling conspiracy theories, claiming Patel's moves are orchestrated and staged to cover up larger issues. It's creating some distrust among the masses. Social media has become a battleground, as always—half the people are praising Patel, and the other half are tearing him apart."
Evan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "And what about Amit Sharma? Where does he fit into all this?"
"That's where things get tricky," Mac replied. "Rajesh Patel is asking for your permission to present Amit Sharma and a few others in the Supreme Court. It's meant to be a display of justice and accountability—putting him on trial for his crimes. But..." Mac hesitated briefly before he continued, "Amit's presence... He's not just guilty; he's dangerous. If he spouts some nonsense or spins a conspiracy, it could sway public opinion in unpredictable ways, especially with Aurora down."
A deep frown etched itself on Evan's face. Allowing Amit Sharma to go public wasn't a simple decision. That maniac was a master in manipulation, capable of turning any situation to his advantage. He could spout outrageous claims that, despite being baseless, would still plant seeds of doubt in the public's mind. Without Aurora's precision and control to counter any misinformation on their side, the risk was immense.
Evan's eyes narrowed as he thought about Amit's current state. Although rewiring the man's brain had been an option, he hadn't done that for a reason. Breaking his will and watching him crumble naturally was far more satisfying. Manipulation alone wouldn't suffice; it was the aftermath of that mental destruction that mattered the most.
After a long pause, Evan finally spoke. "Tell Rajesh to wait for a few days before taking Amit to court. In the meantime, instruct the investigative teams to dig deeper—turn over every stone and find every scrap of dirt on this guy. I want them to pile up so much evidence that it's indisputable. If we are going to expose him, I want the weight of his crimes to crush any argument he might try to make."
Mac's voice carried a hint of approval. "Understood, Boss. I'll pass along the orders."
"Good," Evan said, his tone icy and resolute."We need to make sure that old fool doesn't spout bullshit anymore."
As the decision was made, Evan leaned back once more, his mind churning with thoughts. The game was far from over, and every move they made had to be precise.
Evan's voice softened slightly and he quickly added before Mac could end the call. "Mac, one more thing—call Suri. Tell her to meet me in the Pink City."
Mac's surprise was evident. "The Pink City? So... you're finally going to meet the Rajput?"
Evan didn't answer directly, but a faint smile curled on his lips. "Let's just say it's time."
Mac chuckled, understanding the cryptic nature of Evan's response. "Understood. I'll get it done."