Chapter 149 Three to zero

"Summer," Elbert began, his voice a low rumble as he exhaled a plume of smoke. "Gary, bless his old soul, always said youth should be a time for pushing boundaries, for embracing a little… audacity."

He met Summer's gaze, his eyes gleaming with an almost predatory intensity. "But audacity," he continued, his voice hardening, "must be built on a foundation of strength.

"The world is a vast and unforgiving place, teeming with hidden masters, with dangers lurking around every corner. What we see, what we think we know, it's just the tip of the iceberg."

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Never underestimate your opponents, Summer. And never, ever provoke those more powerful than you unless you're prepared to face the consequences."

Summer listened intently, absorbing his brother's words like a sponge. He nodded slowly. "I understand. You're saying I need to be cautious, to avoid unnecessary risks."

Elbert threw back his head and laughed, a sound that echoed through the graveyard. "That's not quite what I meant." He rose to his feet and strode towards a sleek metal case tucked away in a shadowy corner. "I'm saying, be as audacious as you like. But back it up with the power to make it stick."

He spun around, his eyes blazing with conviction. "True strength, Summer, isn't about hiding in the shadows. It's about protecting what matters. It's about standing up for the weak, for fighting for what's right. It's about using your power to make the world a better place."

He placed a hand on the metal case, and it hissed open, revealing its precious contents: a mechanical arm crafted with exquisite precision. Its smooth, silver surface gleamed under the dim light, hinting at the intricate machinery within. It pulsed with a latent energy, a silent promise of devastating power.

Elbert smiled, gesturing towards Summer. "Consider this a little… encouragement."

Summer's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the mechanical arm. He couldn't explain it, but he felt an almost magnetic pull towards it as if it were an extension of himself.

The thought of having a complete body, of overcoming the limitations he had struggled with his entire life, sent a jolt of longing through him.

"My first creation," Elbert said, his voice filled with pride. "Technologically speaking, it's at least six decades ahead of anything else out there. As for its limits…" He shrugged, a playful glint in his eye. "I'll let you be the judge of that."

Summer's throat tightened with emotion. He had always been strong, both physically and mentally, but in that moment, he felt a wave of gratitude wash over him, so powerful it threatened to overwhelm him.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Elbert nodded, placing a hand on Summer's shoulder. "One more thing," he said, his voice turning serious. "Never mistake kindness for weakness. There will be time, when you'll encounter those who deserve nothing but oblivion. But remember this: only when you can list three reasons why someone must die, should you even consider taking their life."

The next morning, the final battle statistics were released. Gemini App had emerged victorious, capturing a staggering 90% of the market share. The internet was abuzz with the news. Meta Platforms, the once-unbeatable giant, had been vanquished.

Gemini App, with its billion-strong user base, was now a force to be reckoned with.

Meanwhile, the media in Veridiania couldn't get enough of the previous night's events. The daring assassination attempt, the hilariously inept assassin, and Paul Three's sheer genius were the talk of the town.

Paul Three, with his unconventional methods and his knack for pushing boundaries, had once again captured the public's imagination.

But it was the brief appearance of "Little Dog Coco II" that sent shockwaves through the scientific community. The mechanical dog's fluid movements, its advanced design, hinted at a level of technological prowess that defied explanation.

Experts marveled at its sophistication, recognizing that it represented a paradigm shift in robotics. It seemed that the Creators weren't just at the forefront of technology; they were creating the future.

As Gemini App's popularity soared, so did Creator's market value, reaching an astronomical trillion dollars. While the company wasn't publicly traded, the valuation served as a testament to the industry's awe and respect.

"Creator's future is limitless!" a renowned economist had declared in an interview, his voice trembling with excitement.

While the tech world reeled from the implications of Creator's latest feat, the general public was eagerly anticipating the next chapter in this unfolding saga.

At precisely 9:00 AM, Paul Three updated his status: [3:0]

A minute later, a second update appeared: [Tonight at 8, join Paul and 99 singers for a victory concert you won't forget!]

The internet erupted. Meta Platforms had been utterly crushed. The creator had emerged victorious.

And what better way to celebrate than with a concert by the legendary Paul himself?

At Creator headquarters, the atmosphere was electric. The battle with Meta Platforms might have been won, but the real work was beginning.

The influx of new users was staggering. Downloads, registrations, real-time activity… the numbers were off the charts.

Alvin was working tirelessly to accommodate the company's rapidly expanding workforce. At this rate, they would need to quadruple their staff just to keep up.

Elbert, never one to shy away from a challenge, had already authorized the purchase of five additional floors in their office building. Money was no object when it came to supporting Gemini App's phenomenal growth.

Meanwhile, Walter, conspicuously absent from his usual post, was overseeing a flurry of activity on the rooftop. A team of engineers worked diligently under his watchful eye, installing what appeared to be a complex array of equipment.

Even the other employees were unaware of the project's nature, knowing only that it was related to the upcoming victory concert.

Elbert observed the scene with a knowing smile. In the eyes of his employees, Paul Three's legend had just grown exponentially.

If Paul Three was once seen as a brilliant, albeit somewhat eccentric, tech visionary, he was now regarded as an enigmatic force of nature, capable of reshaping the very fabric of reality.

The strategic brilliance of the live assassination attempt and the calculated unveiling of "Little Dog Coco II"… all pointed to a master plan far grander than anyone could have imagined.

The name "Creator" took on a whole new meaning. This wasn't just about building products; it was about shaping the future and pushing the boundaries of what was possible.

A sense of purpose, of being part of something truly extraordinary, permeated the company.

The employees were at the forefront of it all, led by the enigmatic and visionary Paul Three.

They were building an empire.
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