SSS Technology System: My Talent's Name Is D.E.L.T.A-Chapter 23 - 45x + √32 = H.A.V.A

He was right.

Not about creating his own page, but making a difference.

Now that he thought about it, he had no way of taking these corporate agencies down, not to talk of Starcore Delta, physically anyways.

If he wanted to take them down smartly, what better way was there than to expose the truth about the Gene Matter Serum? And to make the public lose fate in these false heroes?

[Phantom: @leon_lionheart: You have a solid point... I think I just might.]

He left his fan page, went to his main profile and there it was. It didn’t even pass three hours since he posted the video, and he already had a thousand plus followers — most likely from the same number of comments he got from his video.

He stared at his empty profile. The only thing there was the date he uploaded his profile picture. "Aw man, I didn’t think I’d become this popular overnight, now I gotta fill this up."

He clicked his bio and stared at the blank note.

"Alright, I’ll start with this. But I’ve got to keep it short and simple. Short and simple... Let’s see."

An idea popped up, and he filled the empty space immediately.

[Phantom]

[Truth and justice through the shadows.]

"Perfect. But I think to truly launch this account, I need to do sorta like, an introductory video or something. Meh, I’ll do it tomorrow, it’s already late."

He muted his phone instantly, he still received multiple notifications from his video and he simply couldn’t stand it.

Then he went to bed.

..

A WEEK LATER

Victoria’s eyes fluttered open slowly as the morning sunlight poured through the window, its gentle glow brushing across her face. The warmth lingered in her gaze, steady and calm, as though morning itself had quietly awakened her.

She yawned.

Worn out by the restless night she had.

She picked up her phone, unlocked it through her facial recognition feature and immediately went on fwitch.

Her phone buzzed non-stop.

There were so many notifications from her account. Although she wasn’t the one that managed it, she still made out time to see it.

But majority of the notifications didn’t come from her account. It came from the other account she followed.

The Real Phantom.

In exchange for not ratting out his use of the company’s Wi-Fi, she tasked Williams with keeping her informed on any updates concerning the Vigilante — or anything concerning him in general.

The day the fanpage was created, Williams informed her about it. But she wasn’t interested.

That is, till the video of Phantom saving a scientist from Coral industries leaked.

The sources traced the video back to the fan page, and as curious as she was, she joined it.

She was DullShadow52.

After confirming from Phantom himself that he’d start up his own account rather than let his followers do it, she immediately followed it.

She stayed up all night since that day.

Wishing, hoping that he’d post something.

But he didn’t.

Even after she woke up each day, it was still the same thing. All she saw was his updated bio, and his followers commenting on his profile picture.

"He really hasn’t posted anything huh." She muttered under her breath, slightly disappointed.

"What am I saying!?" She was flustered by her own words, and she hugged her pillow tightly as she glanced at her ceiling. "Why am I so eager to hear from him?"

Since her encounter with him that fateful night, and the words he said to her. She couldn’t get him off her mind, not one bit.

It was almost as if she took a liking to him.

"GRRRRR! Why can’t I get him off my head!?" She covered her face with her pillow with embarrassment. She was given the day off to prepare for her outer world mission the following week.

So there was nothing to distract her, especially from waiting for Phantom to say something to the world.

"This feeling, this sensation when I think about it... No Agent Alpha... No, Victoria." She sat up. "He’s just a vigilante, a law breaker. And I’m an Intergalactic agent that has saved the world more times than I can count from alien warlords and cosmic threats, I can’t fall for someone like him. Can I?"

..

Eric was already on his way to school, he was a bit weak, tired.

He barely slept last night because of his notifications, and it cost him.

After he served his time for assaulting those four boys, he had missed so many classes, and now? He had a test the day he resumed.

He focused more on the alien tech system and less on school that he forgot about the pop quiz that would happen today.

And he wasn’t ready at all.

He got to school, wasted no time in getting to class.

Despite being suspended for a week, he thought the same condescending stares he got each time he got to class would dwindle, but it only became worse.

"Tsk, that freeloader from the lower sector is back?"

"They didn’t expel him? That’s the second biggest mistake this school has made asides from giving him a scholarship."

"It’s always the dirty ones that tends to get violent."

The whispers passed his ears, but he really couldn’t care less, after all as far as he was concerned, they were all just ignorant kids.

As the bell rang, their trig teacher stepped into the classroom immediately and took away all their textbooks.

It was time for the pop quiz.

As it started, Eric stared into his paper, and for a moment, a smile crept up the side of his face. They were questions that on a good day he could solve easily, but he had no intentions of solving them normally, at least not after the reputation he created in quizzes and tests.

"H.A.V.A."

[Yes master?]

"I trust you can solve these equations?"

[Yes master, Earth’s mathematics are mediocre at best, it is nothing compared to the galactic formula.]

"I have no idea what that means, but I assume that’s a yes? Is it possible for you solve it for me using an advanced method and transfer all the answers to my brain using D.E.L.T.A?"

[An easy task.]

"Alright then."

He checked his sides, and after confirming the teacher wasn’t looking, he hovered the touch panel of his watch over the paper.

[Scanning....]

[Successfully scanned.]

Almost immediately, he could feel the data transferring to the brain. But that wasn’t all.

"AAARGHHH!" He let out a sharp piercing scream and held the sides of his head with his hands.

[This is your first attempt to transfer information directly to your brain, your body is not used to such stress.]

"You think!?"

"Quiet Kaiser! Or you’re out of here!" The trig teacher said. He was not particularly fond of Eric, after all, he was his most troublesome student.

He always acted smarter than him, and coming from a kid living in the lower sector, it was an insult.

"Sorry sir." His head calmed down, and he could feel it clearly, the information transferred to his brain. As he glanced back at the question, the answers popped up.

A smile stretched across his face, and he picked up his pen and started filling the answers immediately. "Hehehe, who needs to read when you’ve got a cheat code? √45x + √32 = H.A.V.A."

When the test was halfway over, he bent into a stretch, he was the first to finish, and he walked to the teacher’s table and submitted his papers. "I’m done."

The teacher pulled off his glasses. "Excuse me?" It was almost laughable. Eric wasn’t dumb that’s for sure, but he wasn’t that smart either to finish in such a short time, not after the questions were specifically designed to make him fail.

"See you next time." He grinned, then left. It was a win for him, and it was all thanks to H.A.V.A.