Chapter 416: Chapter 416

Chapter 416:

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“This… this is actually real!” she breathed, still looking like she’d been splashed with cold water.

She stepped deeper into the room, her awe palpable as her eyes widened in reverence. Allison wasn’t just some skilled hacker; she was the legend. “Boss, you’re like… my hero!”

For the first time in her life, Amya’s eyes sparkled with genuine admiration.

Everything in the room — the keyboards, the floating holographic screens, the sleek instruments she didn’t even know the names of — all felt like they were calling out to her, inviting her into this elite world.

“Wait, boss… does this mean… you know the founder of the Hacker’s World?”

The thought struck her, leaving her speechless. If Allison had the power to bring her here, into this hidden realm, then surely…

“What else?” Allison’s voice was cool, almost detached, as she kept walking without turning back. “I don’t lie to kids.”

Amya’s heart swelled. That simple confirmation — those words — hit her with such force that it nearly brought tears to her eyes. She wasn’t just meeting a hacker; she was standing in the presence of a legend, someone who had shaped the very fabric of the Hacker’s World.

“Oh my god… it’s true,” she whispered as her hand shot up to cover her mouth.

Who would’ve thought she’d live to see this moment? That she could be part of rebuilding the Hacker’s World from the ground up?

“I’ll take you to register your iris later,” Allison said, her focus now on a nearby console. “Once that’s done, you’ll have full access to come and go.”

She squatted down, activating a device with a smooth motion. A massive screen flared to life, flooding the room with lines of cascading code, as if the machines themselves were welcoming her home.

Amya stared at the screen, mesmerized. After a moment, she hesitated, then asked quietly, “Boss… aren’t you afraid I might… spill the secret?”

This wasn’t just any secret; it was the kind of knowledge that could set the world on fire. There would be people — dangerous people — who would stop at nothing to control it.

Allison didn’t even glance up from the screen as her fingers flew over the keyboard. “There’s no fear. Because I trust you.”

Only after pressing the enter key did she finally turn her head, locking eyes with Amya. “Besides, even if you did spill, no one would believe you.”

The room went still. Amya couldn’t find her words.

The low hum of the computers filled the silence, electricity pulsing through the room in a steady rhythm.

“Boss, I won’t betray that trust,” Amya promised, her voice firmer now, determination settling in.

For the first time, someone had believed in her, given her real responsibility.

Her past — filled with nothing but struggle and neglect — had never prepared her for something like this. If Allison hadn’t shown up at her doorstep that fateful day, Amya would have continued living among the forgotten, her life wasted in a pile of garbage.

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