Getting A System In A Modern World

By the time Silas finished patching him up, Aiden felt like a new man—or as close to it as someone in his position could. He stood, testing his balance, and gave Silas a wary nod.

"So what now?" he asked.

Silas smiled faintly. "Now, you rest. Tomorrow, we talk about what’s next."

Aiden raised an eyebrow. "And if I decide I don’t want to be part of whatever this is?"

Silas’s smile didn’t waver. "Then you’re free to leave. No strings attached."

Silas’ words caught Aiden off guard. He had spent so long under the thumb of people who saw him as property, as a tool to be used and discarded. Freedom was a foreign concept—but for the first time, it felt within reach.

"Guess we’ll see," he muttered, brushing past Silas and heading toward the room that Silas pointed to him.

As he disappeared down the hallway, Silas leaned against the counter, his expression thoughtful. Luna’s voice in his head broke the silence.

{You think he’ll stay?}

Silas shrugged. "I don’t know. But if he does, he’ll be an asset. And if he doesn’t... at least he’ll have a chance at a life."

{Strange. Most people wouldn’t go to such lengths for a stranger.}

"Yeah but I’m not most people and neither is Aiden," Silas replied.

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{Yes. You’re not and that’s why you’re my master. But you still haven’t told me what is it about Aiden that makes you want him so much.}

Silas silently looked into the distance when he heard Luna’s question. The thing is that after he woke up from his second evolution metamorphosises, a lot of things about him changed, with or without his knowledge.

It was a strange feeling. The best way to explain it would be that he became someone else entirely, yet still being himself.

"You will know very soon, Luna. Just trust me," Silas said as he walked to a section of the warehouse.

{I trust you and I will always be here for you, master.}

Silas paused mid-step, Luna’s words lingering in his mind. He smiled faintly, with him being aware of what his thoughts were.

Walking into a quieter section of the warehouse, Silas found himself standing in front of a door. He opened it she walked in.

Behind the door was a small room, where he has been spending the couple of days in, instead of staying in a hotel.

He walked imto the bed in the room and slumped on it. He closed his eyes and tried to get some sleep but he was unable to as his thoughts didn’t allow him to.

Aiden’s weary, bloodied expression kept flashing in his mind. Silas couldn’t help but feel a pang of empathy. His past might not mirror Aiden’s, but he could recognize the shadows of despair and exhaustion in the man’s eyes.

"Freedom," Silas muttered under his breath. "He’s never tasted it, not really."

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Meanwhile, Aiden sat on the edge of the bed in the room Silas had pointed out. It was sparse, with only a small table, a chair, and a clean bed, but it was leagues above the cages and dingy holding rooms he was used to.

He looked at his hands, now bandaged and clean. The faint hum of power beneath his skin was both a comfort and a curse.

For years, his abilities had defined his existence—his value to others, his chains. But Silas... Silas had paid $300 million for him and yet promised freedom. No strings attached.

If course he didn’t know how much Silas paid for his freedom but he knew that it would be no small amount.

He knew the kind of people his previous owners are and just how greedy they are for benefits. And the fact that there’s no strings attached is what scares him.

The thought gnawed at Aiden’s mind. Was it a trick? Some elaborate ploy? He’d been betrayed enough times to be suspicious of any kindness. But the question is why someone like Silas would spend so much and do such length if he wants to trick him.

Also, there was something about Silas that unsettles him.

Aiden leaned back, staring at the ceiling. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?" he muttered to himself.

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The warehouse came alive with quiet activity as the sun rose. Silas had been up for hours.

The faint sound of footsteps made him glance up. Aiden stood at the doorway, his posture hesitant but his gaze steady.

"Morning," Silas greeted casually, setting down the drone.

Aiden stepped inside, his eyes scanning the cluttered workspace. "Didn’t think you’d still be here. I thought someone like you would have bigger plans than babysitting a guy like me."

Silas chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "You’re not wrong. I do have bigger plans. But that doesn’t mean I can’t take a moment to help someone who deserves it."

"Deserves it?" Aiden scoffed, folding his arms. "You don’t know anything about me."

"I know enough," Silas replied calmly. "I know you’ve been fighting for your life in that arena for years, not because you wanted to, but because you had no choice.

I know you’ve been forced into situations where survival meant sacrificing pieces of yourself. And I know you’re still standing despite it all."

Aiden’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. Silas’s words hit too close to home.

"So what? You think you’re some kind of savior?" Aiden’s voice was sharp, laced with bitterness. "You think throwing money around and giving me a bed makes you better than the rest of them?"

Silas stood slowly, meeting Aiden’s glare with calm resolve. "I don’t think I’m better than anyone and I’m not here to save you. I’m here to give you a choice."

Aiden’s shoulders sagged slightly, the tension in his frame easing. He looked away, his voice quieter now.

"And what if I don’t want whatever it is you’re offering?"

"Then just like I said before, you can simply walk away," Silas said simply.

"No strings, no debts. You’re free to live your life however you see fit. But if you stay, I can promise you something most people can’t—purpose. A chance to be part of something bigger than yourself."

Aiden didn’t respond immediately. He stared at the floor, his thoughts a chaotic storm.

Finally, he looked up, his eyes searching Silas’s face for any sign of deceit. He found none.

"What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Silas smiled faintly. "Your trust. That’s all."

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