I Was Sent Into A Shitty Urban Novel-Chapter 25 -. Software

The first rays of morning light spilled through the windows, casting long lines across Jason’s dark sheets. He stirred, blinked once at the light, then sat up without hesitation. No grogginess. No confusion. Just that persistent, quiet awareness behind his eyes—a clarity most men woke up decades too late to find.

He headed to the bathroom. The glass shower door fogged with steam as water hissed against the tiles. Jason stood beneath it, letting it pound across his back, fingers moving methodically through his hair. He wasn’t thinking about the press conference, or the corporate shake-ups. Not yet. Today needed to run clean. Every step mattered now.

Twenty minutes later, dressed in a fitted charcoal suit with an open collar and no tie, he stepped into the dining area where Daisy had already laid out breakfast: seared eggs, half an avocado, sliced turkey sausage, and lightly buttered toast.

Jason gave her a nod of acknowledgment. She didn’t speak—never did—but the corner of her mouth tilted upward for a split second. Close enough.

The SUV was already waiting out front.

Once inside, Jason reclined slightly in the leather seat and pulled out his phone. It buzzed once—an update notification.

[Software UPDATE COMPLETED — INFO TAB OPTIMIZED]

He frowned, tapped into the system app, and scrolled to the Information tab.

It loaded slower than usual. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Then—

"Jason Yun."

He froze.

The voice wasn’t out loud. It was... in his head? Low-toned, digitized, calm.

Jason scanned the screen. No Bluetooth. No speaker connection.

"I am Version 2.0 of the Software Application. This is your formal onboarding."

Jason blinked. "Onboarding?"

"Due to the growing imbalance within the local environment, a structural revision was triggered overnight. I am your updated AI assistant—streamlined for adaptability, prediction, and strategic alignment."

Jason narrowed his eyes. "What imbalance?"

"Classified. Observation mode engaged."

He sat back, thinking.

Whatever this was... it felt too refined to be some random system glitch.

"Fine," Jason muttered. "What can you do now that the first version couldn’t?"

"Enhanced foresight via comparative simulation. Expanded information processing. Target manipulation mapping. Sentiment awareness tracking. And... contingency advice."

Jason gave a short laugh. "Contingency advice?"

"Your primary directive remains survival and dominance within the Yun family hierarchy. I am now optimized to assist more aggressively."

He stared at the phone, silent. Then: "Show me Hendricks."

The phone screen lit up with visual data: public perception ratings, keyword trends post-press conference, internal behavioral analytics.

Jason raised a brow. "You’ve been busy."

"I’m Version 2.0. You’ll come to expect this."

The car pulled into the underground parking lot of the new NovaForm—no, now V.Clark Creative Solutions—office building. The sign wasn’t up yet, but the rebranding had already spread across social media like wildfire.

Jason stepped out of the vehicle.

Daisy was already waiting at the elevator. She handed him a neatly stapled report: media impressions, influencer reach, projected earnings for the relaunch quarter.

He skimmed the first page. "Good. Not perfect. But good."

They walked together into the conference room.

Inside, Hendricks stood by the whiteboard, already mid-discussion with the marketing team. His suit was more casual today—rolled sleeves, no tie—but his confidence had grown.

Jason entered quietly, and the room settled. Hendricks turned.

"Morning, boss."

Jason nodded. "Let’s get started."

They reviewed the C&B product tiers, marketing angles, salon layout progress, and launch dates. Hendricks proposed a pre-launch teaser campaign—a series of minimalist clips highlighting transformation, community, and redemption. Natalie and Maya had already begun shaping the aesthetic side of the brand.

The team broke into smaller assignments. Jason remained seated, deep in thought. The system hadn’t chimed again—but he could feel it, like a second presence in the room, watching, calculating.

A buzzing on his phone caught his attention.

New alert: Probability Surge Detected. Monitoring Subject: Unknown.

He frowned. "Details."

"Access restricted. Subject anomaly detected in Riverstone."

Jason’s eyes narrowed.

Riverstone?

Before he could probe further, Hendricks called his name. The moment passed.

Lucious Grey dropped his food bag at the door and leaned on the scooter handlebar, sweat collecting at his temples.

It had been a long day.

The weird part wasn’t the customers. It was the way numbers still danced around his eyes. Probabilities. Win chances. Street crossing odds.

Earlier, he’d picked a lottery scratch card with the highest percentage score—and won. Not much. Two hundred bucks. But that wasn’t the point.

It had gotten stronger since.

He could feel it now—when to speak, when to stay quiet. His tip-to-complaint ratio had gone up. Customers who looked like they’d stiff him, didn’t. Routes that looked clogged cleared as he approached.

He even avoided a traffic ticket by instinctively slowing down seconds before a cop car turned the corner.

By early evening, his brain felt like it was buzzing.

That night, back in his cramped apartment, Lucious kicked off his shoes and dropped onto the bed.

His head hit the pillow—and his eyes opened wide.

A blue screen flashed before him, bright but silent.

[Welcome to the Fortune System]

[Initialization Complete]

Lucious sat up, breathing hard.

"What the hell is this?"

The screen didn’t vanish.

He rubbed his eyes, even slapped his own cheek—but it stayed.

[Please remain still. Synchronization in progress.]

Lucious looked around.

Whatever this was, it wasn’t a dream. And it wasn’t over.

Inside Jason Yun’s phone, the software remained silent.

But it was no longer sleeping.

[Passive Thread: Lucious Grey – Monitoring Active.]

[Host Awareness : Negative .]

[Priority Level: Orange.]

[System Response: Silent Attack.]

No blips. No pings. Just code moving like smoke behind a glass wall.

Jason sat beside Hendricks , flipping through projections for the C&B press release. Daisy adjusted a few graphs on the main screen.

Everything was normal.

But back within the device Jason kept in his breast pocket, something unfolded.

It was subtle—like a ripple in static. A minor heartbeat echoed through the lines of data the software used to calculate market sentiment, trend recognition, and probabilistic shifts in consumer behavior.

Except this time, the ripple didn’t come from the market.

Update...

>> Subject: Lucious Grey

>> Origin: Unknown System Interference

>> Classification: Unregistered Entity

>> System Threat Level: [Orange] To Be Assessed

In the silent digital void behind Jason Yun’s sleeping phone, code flickered like firelight on still water. The software didn’t buzz. It didn’t beep. It didn’t alert its user.

[Compiling Initial Subject File...]

>> Name: Lucious Grey

**>> Age: 23

Physical Condition: Moderate

Employment: Independent Delivery Driver

Residence: South-Riverstone Zone C

Digital Presence: Negligible

Financial Stability: Critically Low

Psychological Profile: Reactive / Dissatisfied / Self-Pitying**

It began scanning surrounding data points—traffic cams, public logs, scraped metadata from nearby devices, and discarded social accounts. Like a ghost peering through reality’s cracks, Ver.2 began to watch.

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