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Building A Technological Empire

Henry is a university graduate who happens to be working as a hotel receptionist, though with big dreams of being more than that. All these change for good one day when he finds a way of cracking a very sophisticated technological system, which ultimately empowers him to formulate and develop leading-edge inventions from his bedroom. With a determined mind not only to conquer the market but also to move out of his gray life, Henry starts into his journey of fame by introducing a number of radical technologies that capture the interest of the whole world and hold it.

Thumbwool · Urbain
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Chapter 6

Henry had been improving at a steady but very slow rate. Besides Dockky's friends, who had gone ahead and bought his aimbot, there had been a general scarcity of new clients. All things considered, this situation wasn't really that surprising; Henry himself had hardly done anything to promote his product, relying only on word-of-mouth promotion from his current users.

That changed pretty dramatically when Dockky took matters into his own hands and sent over a series of pre-prepared clips that really showed off the cheats in all their glory. These were elegantly produced clips, rather than just some ramshackle old affairs, using clear and high-quality footage to really emphasize the superhuman accuracy of the aimbot and the faultless precision delivered via the ESP. For good measure, Dockky had the common sense to include shots of the cheat menu itself, so potential customers knew full well what they were buying and what they would be able to use.

This set a fire in Henry's heart, and he knew he was ready and needed to put in more effort. As he settled into his seat to begin working, he noticed that his system interface, which was usually unremarkable, unexpectedly lit up with a faint glow, capturing his attention in an instant:

[Name - Henry Miller]

[Age - 20]

___________

[Strength- 2]

[Agility- 3]

[Stamina- 2]

[Intelligence- 4]

[Skills - Game Hacking 101, Epiphanes, Universal compiler(C)]

[Points - 5]

His face furrowed in deep deliberation. He remembered very well that the last time he'd checked his status, he had no points remaining, having used every last one to skill up as far as he could. Yet here, when he looked again, five more were waiting in store for him.

Henry leaned back in his chair to take a minute and really dissect the intricate situation that lay before him. It didn't take long at all to put the different pieces together. When he had first begun to adapt the knowledge the system had given him, he found that he was rewarded with points whenever others utilized something derived from the skills the system had granted him. The greater the product and the more it was used, the greater the points he was able to rack up.

"The cheats…" he grumbled. "They're bringing in points."

He couldn't help but smile to himself. His assiduous labors were already yielding some fruit, though slow in pace. The system he'd applied had proven itself to be much more than a tool—it was an independent, self-sustaining mechanism acting on its own principles and logic. The letter "C" beside the term Universal Compiler reminded him that this particular skill was consumable in nature. Unlike the permanent knowledge that most of his other skills provided, this one was specific to a particular task: compiling code directly onto specified machines before him without needing the trial-and-error method.

Curiously, Henry opened the system shop. Although five points didn't sound like much, he wanted to see what he could get. As expected, the available skills were mundane and low-level: basic carpentry, beginner cooking, trivial programming tricks.

"Useless," he muttered, closing the shop menu. He would save the points for when they might actually make a difference.

Henry turned to his laptop, powered it on, and started working with a renewed sense of urgency. He had installed CapCut earlier, knowing full well that sooner or later, he would need some good video processing software. Though not an advanced editor, he was familiar with the basics of video editing and had studied tutorials to freshen up his skills. He didn't need a cinematic masterpiece to impress people—just a video that would clearly explain how his cheats worked.

He imported the clips from Dockky and immediately began working on his project. The footage he'd received was top-notch, with Dockky demonstrating how the different cheats worked in popular games like Call of Duty, Valorant, Overwatch, Apex Legends, CS:GO, and Fortnite. Henry stitched together all the best parts of the clips and added insightful captions to highlight key features, along with short shots of the cheat menu for the viewers' benefit.

Finally, after spending an incredible amount of time creating the video, it was finished—though far from perfect on all accounts, it was polished and engaging enough to hold a viewer's attention throughout. Henry felt satisfied with the result, knowing he had done what he needed to do. He began the exporting process while opening YouTube Studio in preparation for the next steps.

He even created an entirely new account specifically for advertising his cheats. Once the video was uploaded, he managed to write a brief description summarizing what was shown in the video and included a link to his Discord server so any interested buyer could join and discuss his services. As for the tags and metadata, he didn't need to overthink them—the video was just the tip of the iceberg in a much larger process.

Henry went even further, taking the original video and cutting it down into a series of short clips so he could upload them as YouTube Shorts, focusing on cheats for different games that gamers would appreciate. These 60-second snippets were action-packed, snappy enough to instantly capture the audience's attention and retain it from the first second. By the time he uploaded all the Shorts to his channel, Henry was both tired but proud of himself, having done a great job.

"This should definitely get the ball rolling and get the proceedings underway," he reflected, leaning back in his chair.

As the intoxicating high of finishing the work began to wear off, Henry turned back to his system interface:

[Name - Henry Miller]

[Age - 20]

___________

[Strength- 2]

[Agility- 3]

[Stamina- 2]

[Intelligence- 7]

[Skills - Game Hacking 101, Epiphanes, Universal compiler(C)]

[Points - 5]

He caught his reflection in the laptop screen opposite him. His body was far from the ambition he harbored—thin arms, ribs faintly visible beneath the skin. He wasn't precisely undernourished, but chronic stinginess and scrimping on meals had left him frail. Since getting the system, he'd been eating better, but that wasn't going to rebuild his strength overnight. He pulled out his phone, opened the calendar app, and began building a routine. It was a modest plan, but Henry knew all too well the discipline required to achieve anything worthwhile.

One other thought lingered behind his mind, refusing to quiet down: HackerOne. In the couple of weeks he had spent studying the platform, he was firm in his conviction that this was indeed a goldmine of opportunity, just waiting to be exploited.

What HackerOne offered was a special channel through which ethical hackers could monetize their services by finding security gaps in various software programs and disclosing them responsibly to the companies that developed them.

Henry saw great potential here, beyond just the monetary gains that were easy to spot. If he could apply some of the talents granted by the system to analyze whatever programs he chose, he could rack up not only points but money in the process.

He could create detailed reports, with careful analysis of causes, effects, and proposed solutions to whatever phenomena he studied, thereby building a good reputation for himself in the field and showcasing his great knowledge and skill with ease.

"I may turn out a millionaire after all," he muttered with rising excitement. That thought brought a smile to his lips, lighting up his face with delight. Henry leaned forward, his elbows resting comfortably on the desk before him.

"Can you smell that?" he whispered aloud, his voice low and melodramatic, adding a touch of drama to the moment. With a playful murmur, almost as if he were joking, he followed up with, "It's money. I CAN SMELL IT!" The laughter that followed rumbled through the small, slightly claustrophobic apartment, reverberating with ambition, even madness.

Henry's journey had barely begun, but already he was reeling from the myriad possibilities unfolding before him.