Auron na."
—
> *IPS shift detected… cortical remapping… belief system update successful.*
The man stood up straighter. Looked around. As if seeing the world for the first time.
> "Who… what did you just do to me?"
"I showed you your original blueprint."
Auron turned and walked away, already hearing the man begin to speak aloud with clarity and purpose. That was one. One changed life.
But it was only the beginning.
***
*Three hours later.*
A small town in the valley. Population: 3,200.
Auron walked its streets like a ghost in daylight. He spoke to shopkeepers, to struggling mothers, to distracted students. Each interaction fine-tuned. Each word a neuro-linguistic implant. No mind left untouched.
In a single day, 214 minds were restructured.
Depression lifted. Purpose restored. Logic infused into emotional chaos. They didn't worship him—no. They simply felt like *themselves*, but without all the noise.
By nightfall, the town's energy had changed. People moved with clarity. Smiles returned. Conversations became precise. A local news anchor, infected unknowingly by *THOUGHTFORGE*, gave the most logically fluent news report ever televised in the region.
> "This is what it means to shape the world," Auron thought. "Not to control. Not to dominate. But to *refactor.*"
***