Webnovel's Extra: Reincarnated With a Copy Ability-Chapter 28: The Underworld Breathes

Power didn’t always announce itself.

Sometimes it moved quietly—through debts that were never written down, favors never repaid, names whispered once and then deliberately forgotten. Influence didn’t need volume. It needed patience.

Jack learned that lesson the night he stepped beyond the Triangle’s walls without permission.

There were cameras, of course. Surveillance grids, motion wards, patrol cycles optimized to discourage "unsanctioned exploration." Most students never tested them. Those who did weren’t subtle.

Jack was.

The moment he crossed the invisible boundary marking academy jurisdiction, the air changed. Not magically—structurally. The city below the Triangle didn’t hum with controlled energy or institutional order.

It breathed.

Neon signs flickered against concrete towers layered with age and grime. Vendors shouted over one another, arguing prices like survival depended on volume. Mercenaries dressed like civilians leaned against walls and corners, pretending to watch nothing while cataloging everything.

This was the real world.

The Triangle trained monsters.

The city fed them.

Jack pulled his hood lower, adjusted the collar of his jacket, and stepped into the flow of people. He didn’t rush, didn’t hesitate, didn’t scan overtly.

Confidence drew attention.

Hesitation invited predators.

He walked with intention, neither blending nor standing out—letting the city accept him as background noise. Clean academy lights faded behind him, replaced by tighter streets, narrower alleys, and layers of sound that folded over one another.

Somewhere along the way, the atmosphere shifted.

Not colder.

Heavier.

Like the city itself had noticed something entering it.

Jack stopped in front of a door without markings.

No sign.

No camera.

No visible guard.

Just a steel plate, worn from decades of use, etched with a single symbol: a broken triangle intersected by a line so fine it almost disappeared depending on the angle.

He knocked twice.

Waited.

Then knocked once more.

The door opened just wide enough for a pair of eyes to assess him—cold, efficient, trained to spot nervousness.

"You’re late," a voice said.

"I wasn’t given a time," Jack replied calmly.

A pause.

Then the door opened fully.

Inside was dim—not dark, but deliberately subdued. Low lighting masked expressions, not movements. Murmurs overlapped across the space, mixed with the clink of glasses and the steady hum of generators buried behind the walls.

It wasn’t a tavern.

It wasn’t a meeting hall.

It was a node.

Places like this didn’t exist on official maps. Information passed through them the way blood passed through veins—quietly, constantly, invisibly.

Jack stepped inside.

Eyes tracked him.

Not hostile.

Curious.

At the far table sat a man with his boots propped on the opposite chair, glass of dark liquid in hand. His black hair was tied back loosely, posture relaxed to the point of disrespect.

Maximus Sagaza.

Jack recognized him instantly—not from Maya’s notes, but from patterns.

The kind of person who didn’t need to assert dominance because the room already bent around him.

Maximus glanced up, gaze sharp and surgical.

"...You’re younger than I expected."

Jack didn’t respond.

He waited.

That hesitation—measured, intentional—earned him a thin smile.

"Good," Maximus said, gesturing toward the chair across from him. "Sit. People who speak first usually lie."

Jack sat.

The table between them was scarred—knife cuts, burn marks, half-erased symbols scratched into wood and forgotten. History layered on top of history.

"You’ve been spending merits strangely," Maximus continued, swirling his drink lazily. "Information instead of artifacts. Contacts instead of weapons. Anonymity instead of influence."

Jack met his gaze evenly.

"I don’t need tools," he said. "I need options."

Maximus chuckled softly. "You’re either very smart... or very dangerous."

"Those aren’t mutually exclusive."

That made Maximus laugh outright.

"I like you already," he said. "Which is unfortunate."

"Why?"

"Because people like you attract attention," Maximus replied. "And attention is bad for business."

Jack leaned back slightly. "Then why agree to meet me?"

For a moment, Maximus’s smile thinned.

"Because the Triangle is watching you," he said. "And when the Triangle watches someone this early, it usually means one of two things."

Jack said nothing.

"They either want to recruit you," Maximus continued, "or they want to dissect you."

Silence settled between them.

Jack broke it. "And the underworld?"

Maximus took a slow drink. "The underworld wants to know which way you’ll fall."

Jack considered that.

"Information," he said finally. "That’s what I’m buying."

Maximus nodded. "Then here’s some—free."

He leaned forward, lowering his voice.

"Triangle Oversight pre-flagged you three days ago. Not officially. The kind of flag that doesn’t exist on paper but changes how resources move."

Jack’s pulse didn’t shift.

"And," Maximus added casually, "someone else has been erasing residue around you. Not cleanly. But enough to delay pattern recognition."

Jack’s eyes sharpened.

"Who."

Maximus shrugged. "Don’t know. But whoever it is? They’re good. And they’re not aligned with the Triangle."

Maya.

The name went unspoken.

"That means," Maximus said, "you’re standing at the edge of something bigger than academy politics."

Jack nodded once. "I know."

Maximus studied him for a long moment, recalculating.

"Tell me something," he said. "If the Triangle collapses... whose side are you on?"

Jack didn’t answer immediately.

Because the truth wasn’t complicated.

He wasn’t loyal.

He wasn’t rebellious.

He wasn’t idealistic.

"I’m on the side that survives," Jack said.

Maximus smiled slowly.

"Good answer."

He stood, setting his glass down.

"Here’s the arrangement," he continued. "I feed you information. Quietly. Slowly. You don’t work for me. You don’t owe me."

Jack frowned slightly. "Nothing’s free."

"True," Maximus agreed. "So instead... you stay interesting."

Jack met his eyes.

"That I can do."

When Jack stepped back into the city, it felt different.

Sharper.

Closer.

As if the streets were aware of him now.

Inside the Triangle, no alarms sounded. No announcements were made.

But deep within its administrative core, a system updated silently.

ANOMALY STATUS: ESCALATEDSUBJECT: DREYDEN STELLAMONITORING LEVEL: ACTIVE

Far away, Maya sat alone before a map webbed with red lines and white nodes.

She traced one path slowly.

It ended at the Triangle.

"He’s stepping into it now," she whispered.

The underworld had noticed.

The academy was watching.

And the space between them was shrinking.