Chapter 550: Success Breeds Complacency

Even Gin and Warriyo probably wouldn’t understand Omen’s thought process. After all, those guys valued their lives and didn’t tie them to games.

“You stink,” Ashley commented as she glanced at Omen, who was seated on the other side of the private plane.

Omen frowned deeply, his eyes sliding in her direction. He didn’t answer, simply clicking his tongue before looking away.

“Evil,” he mumbled. “Women are just pure evil. She’s proof.”

Ashley didn’t hear him, but she could tell he was probably cursing her. She shrugged and glanced at the person across from her.

“Gin sent this.” Khan slid the tablet across to her. “He said it came from the master.”

“Thanks.” She smiled and took the tablet. “Where’s Red, by the way?”

“He’s in the other cabin,” Khan answered promptly. “He’ll be back in a minute.”

All he got in response was a slight hum as Ashley started reading the reports she had requested.

When Gin found Omen’s location, she and her team immediately flew out, as time was of the essence. Knowing Omen, he would surely change locations after another day.

The second they got an ID on Omen, Ashley asked Khan to send it back to Warriyo, Gin, and Lucian. Their task was to dig up information about him.

While Ashley skimmed through the profile, Khan couldn’t help but glance at the seat where Omen was sulking.

So, that’s Omen, he thought, gulping slightly. I can’t believe it.

Khan’s eyes darted between Ashley and Omen.

These two were both legendary, and here they were. Sure, neither of them looked anything like the image people had created of them, but they were the real deal.

He shook his head, telling himself to focus. But instead, he found himself staring at Omen once more.

Before handing over the report, Khan had already skimmed through it.

According to the reports, Omen was… a strange person.

Not strange because of his actions or behavior, but strange in the sense that this guy wasn’t like any of them.

People in the underground usually shared one thing or another: either they came from horrible households and miserable lives, or they simply had no other choice. There weren’t many people who genuinely liked or enjoyed living in the underground.

It was simply the fate they had been dealt.

But this Omen guy was different.

He was born and raised in a wealthy family. He finished university at a young age and was considered a genius. Unlike many of them, Omen had a bright future ahead of him and an inheritance that could keep him comfortable for the rest of his life.

But instead of living that life, he was stinking up a small computer café and doing all sorts of gigs for the black market. Everything he earned from those jobs went straight into funding his gaming obsession.

“How horrible,” Khan whispered. “Addiction is horrible.”

Ashley arched a brow and glanced at him. Catching him staring at Omen, she shook her head.

“It’s not addiction,” she muttered as she put down the tablet. She turned toward Omen, who had wrapped himself in a blanket with his back facing them. “It’s boredom.”

“Huh?” Khan snapped out of his thoughts and looked at her.

“It’s just a guess.” She shrugged before setting her attention back on Omen. “A genius needs enough problems to solve, but his life never gave him any. But who am I to talk, right? It’s not like I’m someone who grew up without problems.”

With that, she sank back into her seat and picked up the tablet.

“You should rest, Khan,” she hummed without looking at him. “We won’t land for another three hours. Might as well take advantage of that.”

Khan nodded without a word. He turned his head in Omen’s direction again.

“I guess you’re right,” he hummed. “A person without problems… might be bound to boredom.”

Especially if Omen truly was a genius.

He might not look like it now, but his school records were proof enough.

Silence filled the cabin as neither of them spoke. Ashley kept her attention on the tablet while Khan remained quiet until, eventually, he excused himself to check on Red.

Ashley glanced up, watching Khan leave the cabin.

He didn’t even look back, as though he wasn’t the least bit worried that Omen might try to take her hostage.

Once he was out of sight, Ashley glanced toward the other side of the cabin, where Omen was still sulking.

The man hadn’t changed positions.

“I took down the Di Carpio family.”

Her calm voice echoed through the quiet cabin, her eyes still on the report she was reading to kill time.

“But that was just the beginning,” she continued, even though she wasn’t sure if he was listening. “I need to find someone and figure out what he’s up to.”

“His name is Memphis,” she added. “His father was a member of the Dominion High Chamber until he was slain by his own son. Then that son took his seat in the High Chamber for a while… until he screwed up.”

Ashley glanced at Omen.

“Do you know what’s interesting? When Lucian finally faced Memphis, he realized the person they took down wasn’t the Memphis he knew. Instead, it was a proxy—someone who had gone under the knife to look like him.”

She tilted her head. “Doesn’t that interest you?”

Omen didn’t react.

“Once we catch this person, BBGoddess will retire from the gaming world,” she said. “Ghost will be… just a ghost as well.”

She raised her brows, watching his back.

A minute passed before Omen finally moved.

He slowly looked over his shoulder until he could see her expression.

“What about your items?” he asked quietly.

Ashley smiled. “Whoever gets me information about Memphis will get them.”

“Hah,” he snorted. “I’m the only one who can get that.”

“You think?” She arched a brow. “Omen, I took you because I know you can speed things up. But there are two people—who I hadn’t realized were this hooked on games—who are just as determined.”

She paused, giving him a knowing look. “And they’re the ones who found your location, not me.”

“What?!”

“Success breeds complacency, and complacency breeds failure,” she remarked knowingly. “Good luck, Omen.”

Omen’s eyes lit up before he quickly looked away. “Memphis, you say?”

“Uh-huh.”

His expression darkened with newfound determination.

“That bastard better hide in hell,” he hissed. “Omen is coming for his ass.”

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