BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM

Nathaniel was walking down the Red Palace’s corridors, heading to the cafeteria. After spending his morning practicing and following classes, he usually met with his friends, Natasha and Karl, to have lunch at the cafeteria.

However, this was no longer true since a couple of days ago, screenshots of their conversations and hot pictures about Nathaniel and Natasha started circulating among the peasant-ranked students, and the three drifted apart. The rumors and gossip had caused a rift in their friendship, and Nathaniel now felt alone and excluded. He couldn’t help but wonder who was behind the leak and what they hoped to gain from it, but he had a hunch that Erik was behind it.

? Even though he was wealthy and believed everyone to be beneath him, he decided to eat where everyone else did. He didn’t go into some high-class restaurant to be served like the king he believed he was; that was weird.

After lunch, Nathaniel followed the afternoon classes, but even this time, he was alone. Usually, he and his group would go together and then head to the private training rooms they rented from the Red Palace. This was one of the privileges that rich people like him could enjoy and that Erik could only dream of.

Also, Amber, Floyd, and Gwen could rent these rooms, but they preferred to stay with their friends since such rooms could house three people at a time.

All the other people went to train at the gym, which was usually congested with students, often forcing people to wait for their turns. Instead, Nathaniel headed to the private training room alone, feeling better than the others because of the exclusive privileges that came with his wealth.

The group usually ended their day by going to a club owned by his father inside the city to eat and get wasted. They would go to a private room again, as Nathaniel didn’t want people to disturb him and wanted to be served individually. After that, a limo usually picked them up and returned them to the Red Palace. They all enjoyed the luxury of having their own private space and personalized service, which made the club experience even more exclusive and enjoyable. Matthew, Nathaniel’s father, allowed all of this luxury.

As soon as he finished training, the young man left the room. The door opened, and he came out exhausted. However, aside from an exhausted look on his face, there was anger too. He couldn’t stop thinking about the leaks during the past few days, which caused him to perform poorly today since he couldn’t focus on the task at hand.

He knew the best thing to do would be to talk to his supervisors to address the issue and prevent any future mishaps, but his pride and the need to make the person pay were too strong, and he refrained from doing so.

“I just need to find out who did that…” He then emitted a short, almost imperceptible laugh. “Yeah… and then make them pay… Yes…” He thought about it for a couple of seconds and then said to himself, “Yeah… I could also ask for dad’s help…” Asking for his father’s help would be the best thing to do if he wanted to teach this person a lesson. He also needed to find out who did this, so asking his father for skilled people’s help to uncover the truth was necessary. However, he was still conflicted since he wanted to deal personally with whoever did it.

Nathaniel suspected Erik was behind everything, but he had no proof and no idea how Erik could pull something like this off. He didn’t care about his friends, but he cared about the lack of respect his father pretended he asked for. After all, he was the son of a criminal, and he raised him, making him believe he was superior to the others due to his wealth and status, but most importantly, his power.

“Ah… I need a drink…” Nathaniel said. Given that Karl and Natasha stopped going out with him, he planned to go to his father’s club with a couple of bootlickers he always ignored. He wanted someone to keep him company; he actually called them and told them to meet him there. The three agreed and headed there immediately to not make Nathaniel angry.

As the private training room door closed, Nathaniel started heading outside while walking through the Red Palace’s labyrinthine aisle until he reached the elevator and went to the ground floor.

After walking, he finally reached the entrance and stepped inside the vast garden in front of the building.

Given that the garden was filled with countless flowers arranged in groups by color, anyone else would have found this place mesmerizing. The person who designed the place wanted to create an image that could only be seen from the air or the Red Palace’s higher floors, so the floors were arranged so that if one flew over the garden, one would see some symbols.

The garden also had a lot of water fountains and ponds where fishes lived, and many benches and trees were installed here and there to provide a resting place for tired students.

However, Nathaniel didn’t care about that. He didn’t even glance twice at his surroundings and stepped on many flowers, ruining the flower beds.

He then sat on one of the benches near one of the numerous water fountains and made a phone call; he asked for a limousine to come and pick him up at the Red Palace’s entrance.

The sun was setting when the limousine arrived and picked him up. Of course, the car was the most luxurious one could buy, with many amenities that no average person could even dream about. There were even some weapons stashed in the trunk for emergencies. A radio tuned into an electronic music station; there was an intercom system for private conversations, and air conditioning so powerful it made his hair stand on end as soon as he got inside.

He settled back against soft leather seats and watched the city pass by through tinted windows while sipping champagne from crystal glasses. The driver took him out toward the inner city while taking a panoramic course around New Alexandria’s major landmarks.

After a medium-long trip, he arrived in front of his father’s club, where he found the three bootlickers waiting. They were a guy named Glenn, a short guy with curly black hair and big ears. Another guy called Achim was always wearing sunglasses, no matter how dark it got, and had long brown hair tied in a ponytail. Lastly, there was this tall, thin guy named Peter. He had short blonde hair and blue eyes; he looked like an actor from some TV show.

The three guys were the sons of some of Nathaniel’s father’s men and went there to gain favor from the young man. As the three saw him, they started their bootlicking by bowing to him. Nathaniel always treated them like worms, and they didn’t really like him. Still, since the young man would become powerful and probably inherit his father’s position, they tried to stay on his good side whenever possible.

“Welcome, young master!” the three said in unison as soon as they saw him.

Nathaniel looked at them as if they were maggots and said: “I’m thirsty; I need a drink…”

The three immediately made way for him to enter the club, but as soon as they walked through the main entrance, they found themselves surrounded by people. The place was packed, as this was basically the Mambas’ main quarter and, simultaneously, a very profitable establishment.

People were dancing in front of the entrance, as many people were present. Most of them had drinks in their hands, and some even ate expensive dishes from tables placed all over the room.

It looked like this was an extravagant party where everyone was having fun without paying too much attention to those around them. Many half-naked people were dancing and rubbing themselves against each other. Many people were making out with each other while still being watched by numerous guests who seemed more interested in watching than joining the action.

It was not only couples doing that either; single men or women could be seen going up to other people and trying to join them. One thing about the whole scene was clear, though—it wasn’t just sex you could find here but also drugs and alcohol, which went hand in hand when one wanted to get drunk enough before participating in something kinky.

“This way,” Glenn said. He, Peter, and Achim circled Nathaniel and escorted him to a VIP room, where he finally lay on a couch. However, he had a sour mood and an angry expression.

“Would you like for me to call the waitress?” Achim asked.

“Yes, let her come here…” The young man’s voice was thick with anger as his eyes narrowed at them all. “I also want a woman; call someone…”

Peter, Glen, and Achim exchanged glances before nodding their heads. They were used to this sort of thing from Nathaniel, and since he hated it when people didn’t do as he said, they quickly went their separate ways to accommodate his wishes.