Chapter 2
[FANGYIN ELECTRONIC SHOP]
"Achylys! Achylys! Wake up, already!" Sisi Xin shouted with annoyance.
"Work's piling up again. Let's go!"
As he dragged the sleeping man to his station with visible irritation.
Achylys Azazel, 21 years old, tall and fair-skinned, with jet-black hair parted into two soft curtains that framed his face with effortless symmetry. His gaze was dark and still-like a dead void.
"You're impossible," Sisi muttered, dropping a tablet in his lap. "Here's your task list. Today's load isn't light, so don't slack off."
Achylys perused the tablet while indulging in some lazy reading.
"You stayed up all night again, didn't you?" she asked, watching him.
He didn't even look up. "Not your concern."
"Still cold as ever," she said with a teasing smile.
…
Breaking news:
"Songint, has officially announced the return of the annual Hacking Games-an elite competition where the best coders clash not just for glory, but for recruitment. This year's winner may walk away with more than prize money-a place among the industry's elite I.T. teams."
Sisi leaned over the counter with a grin.
"Ooh, Achy. Sounds like something you'd crush. Double the prize this year."
Achylys glanced at the clock. "It's ten, My break. I have somewhere to be."
"Seriously?" Sisi groaned. "You're always ditching—can't you help me finish the rest of the tasks before you take your break?"
[Cling!]
The shop's bell Jingled. A new customer walked in.
"See?" she said, exasperated. "We're still open."
Achylys didn't answer. He was already halfway out the door.
"You wicked-!"
Gone.
Songint Headquarters — 10:03 AM
"Hey! Our meeting's about to start. My boss will kill me if I'm late. Let's go!"
"Yeah, same," muttered the other employee, hurrying across the wide, slick plaza.
SONGint Headquarters towered over them—glass and steel, glowing with massive neon logos. Digital billboards wrapped the facade, cycling through slick corporate ads:
SONGint — Leaders in Cyber Defense and Innovation. Trusted. Secure. Entertainment. Gaming.
A cluster of staff lingered under the bright entry canopy, checking their watches, straightening uniforms.
"Isn't that Miss Jing over there?" one whispered, nodding at a lone figure waiting by the curb.
"What's she doing outside at this hour?"
Didn't you heard? That chairman Song's daughter arrive yesterday from abroad. She must be waiting for her.
"Wait?.. the chairman's daughter?"
Yup, Miss Frances Song.
"I heard many things about her, isn't she the one that first developed S-dev?"
Correct, shes the one that first developed it. One of the best system defence application at the age of 14, and after a successful lunch months after she left the company to study abroad.
"Wow! S-dev is still a big company till this day, and at the age of 14? she must be a born genius."
[ A black car stops] and a woman got out.]
Look! That must be her. She is a beauty! said the girl with astonishment!
Frances Song, 19yrs old the heir of Satan Song, chairman of Songint.
"Her presence is unbelievable! "She walked with quiet confidence, snow-white skin glowing under the light. Her black wolfcut framed a small, beautiful face, A aura cool blend of elegance and edge. "Darn her glance makes my legs go weak"….
Murmured by the two ladies as they was speechless looking at her.
Snap it! Lets get out in here, we were already late for work, "Omg! I completely forgot. Lets go now!
….…
Welcome back Frances, Miss Mia Jing said.
[Mia Jing, Executive assistant of the Chairman]
Where's my father? Does he really hates me that much? after a long time not seeing each other he didn't even care to greet me? And only sent his mare assistant? How disappointing.
"Your father is having his annual check-up, he'll be here soon don't worry. And didn't you forgot that we waited for almost 2hrs at dinner yesterday, we even got the whole restaurant rented but just to ended up to waste because you said your not coming anymore.
Now I wonder where did you go that night."
As Ms. Jing asked, her tone subtly shifted. Frances's face changed too, recalling what had happened.
"Just park over here. Don't follow me, I'm just going to buy something," Frances had told her driver.
But on her way back, heavy rain suddenly started pouring. Her phone had died, and she had no choice but to run into the nearest shop—where she had a run-in with some arrogant man.
Thinking about it now made her scowl.
"Ugh… that stupid guy pissed me off," she muttered under her breath.
"What was that?" Ms. Jing asked, barely catching her words.
"Nothing," Frances said with a smirk. "Come on, I'm just joking. Should we go in now?"
"You go first I think your father is almost done with his check up, I need to pick him up first.
Just follow my assistant here, she's going to assist you in your way."
"No need for that, I know this place very well, after all its mine! Frances said As she walked towards the main door."
Miss Jing stared at her for a while and quickly turned away.
At the entrance, A familiar assistant is waiting for her.
" Hello Miss Song, welcome back, do you still remember me?"
"Of course and thank you Sia, its nice to see you again, the company looks is very different from what I remembered four years ago."
Yes, it is renovated many times, for expansion.
"I see, the company is still running very well, but cut the case let go to the Cyber security department I heard there is a problem over there."
"This is Mr. Branz ma'am, the head of this department and this is our I.t employees."
[all] "welcome back Miss Song"
"I heard our system was just breached," Frances said, her voice low but tense. "And not just any breach—it was serious. Is that correct?"
"Yes, ma'am," the tech lead replied. "It was a major hit. One of the biggest we've ever seen. And now, other companies are reaching out for help—they're scared. This hacker's already caused millions in damages."
Frances leaned forward, her voice rising. "So why the hell aren't we moving yet?!"
She slammed her hand on the table.
"Thank god we managed to shut the media up before this leaked—because if that news got out, every single one of you would've been done.
"Because we're still blind," he said honestly." This hacker has already breached our system multiple times—without us even noticing at first. We're still in the middle of troubleshooting and patching the loopholes he used to get in."
Frances snapped, her voice rising. "One hacker? Just one—managed to break into Songint's system? A billion-dollar company, and we get breached like that?"
She slammed her hand on the table. "Tell me how that makes any damn sense!"
Mr. Branz stayed composed but serious. "Over the years, we've had very few hacking attempts on our system. But none—none—have ever made it through our defenses."
"Until now."
"This individual..." he continued, choosing his words carefully. We've launched several operations to catch him, but so far, we've come up empty."
Frances paced the room, jaw tight.
"We built our name as the most secure cybersecurity firm in the country. Our standards are the highest. We hire the best." She stopped and faced them.
"And yet this—this breach? It's a slap in the face. How do we expect clients to trust us when we can't even stop one hacker?"
She shook her head, anger simmering. "Maybe we're paying the wrong people to do the job."
But with all due respect ma'am, He answered in awe.
"Hes not just some kind of hacker, his very well known in this city with a codename M.v.E, known in infiltrating big companies. And not a single white hacker has been able to catch him."
M.V.E?
As far as our research shows about him, he is called M.v.E, because after his attacks he always left some digital footprint forming the code 111.
We just call him "111" before until hackers dig deeper and found a line of code that linked to him labeled "Meah_ve'achat_Esre," which is a hebrew word for one-hundred-eleven.
So that is when the code-name "M.v.E" was born. but some also call him the night clown because most of his attacks are just an antics to bother big companies as if he was just doing if for fun.
Frances stood tall, eyes locked on the screen. "Give me the full timeline of his attacks. I want every breach, every trace—now."
Her tone was ice-cold. "If I end up taking this guy down by myself, then consider all of you fired!"