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Saturday, 16 November 2001.

06:00 AM.

ZAGE Campus, Silicon Valley.

Zaboru had barely finished his short sleep when the television inside his private office suddenly caught his attention. He had returned to work only a few hours earlier after spending much of the night talking with Zaborn. The conversation had helped calm him after the World Trade Center rescue operation, though the memories were still painfully clear inside his head.

Normally, six in the morning was a peaceful time inside ZAGE Campus. Most employees had not arrived yet, the corridors remained quiet, and the first sunlight had only begun appearing beyond the windows.

Today, however, every television inside the executive floor was displaying the same breaking-news banner.

BREAKING NEWS: QUESTIONS SURROUND ZABORU RENKONAN'S ACTIONS BEFORE WORLD TRADE CENTER ATTACK

Zaboru stopped walking and stared at the screen. "What?"

The news anchor sat behind a serious-looking desk while several photographs appeared beside him. One showed Zaboru arriving in New York wearing a ZAGE Foundation rescue jacket. Another showed ZAGE rescue helicopters approaching Manhattan. A third image showed the invitation to the international gathering at the World Trade Center.

"Questions are growing this morning surrounding Japanese billionaire and ZAGE founder Zaboru Renkonan after new information suggests he may have possessed knowledge of a possible attack before Monday's tragedy."

Zaboru's mouth slowly opened. "What the fuck?"

Beside him, Zaborn casually emerged into the real world and stared at the television with the same confusion. "Bro?"

"Are you seeing this?"

"I have eyes."

Zaboru quickly grabbed the remote control and increased the volume.

The report continued. "Multiple sources claim Renkonan received an invitation to attend the international business gathering at the World Trade Center on November 11 but declined several days before the attack. Sources also claim ZAGE security personnel conducted unusual investigations involving the World Trade Center, aviation activity, and several individuals connected to the event."

Photographs of documents appeared on the screen.

Some looked familiar.

Too familiar.

Zaboru immediately recognised several as genuine internal security requests. His expression changed. "How did they get those?"

The report displayed one document showing a request for information regarding aviation security around New York. Another contained a list of individuals who had unexpectedly cancelled their attendance at the business gathering.

Then the anchor continued. "Perhaps most controversially, reports indicate that several American government agencies received anonymous warnings concerning aviation security and the World Trade Center before the attack. Investigators are now examining whether those warnings originated from individuals connected to ZAGE."

Zaboru stared silently.

That part was also true.

He had sent those warnings.

However, the story was beginning to place every individual fact beside another in the worst possible order.

Zaborn crossed his arms beside him. "Oh, I know where this shit is going."

"So do I."

The television switched to a field reporter standing outside the remains of the World Trade Center. Rescue operations still continued behind her.

"Perhaps the most unusual aspect of the story is the extraordinary speed of ZAGE Foundation's response. The organisation's American Rescue Division began mobilising within minutes of the attack, with helicopters, rescue personnel, medical teams, and heavy equipment arriving in Lower Manhattan unusually quickly."

The reporter paused before adding, "ZAGE representatives previously stated that their rescue division maintains emergency readiness at all times. However, critics are questioning whether the organisation had been placed on heightened alert before November 11."

Zaboru dropped into his chair. "I fucking prepared them because I was worried something could happen."

Zaborn leaned against the side of the desk. "Which now looks suspicious as hell when somebody removes the reason."

The report continued with an interview involving an American political commentator. The man looked directly into the camera and spoke with carefully measured suspicion. "Nobody is saying Mr. Renkonan participated in the attack. There is currently no proof of that. But the American public deserves answers. Why did he refuse the invitation? Why was he investigating aviation security? Why did his organisation mobilise so quickly? And most importantly, what exactly did he know?"

Zaboru stared blankly.

Zaborn sighed. "That sentence is evil."

"What?"

"'Nobody is saying he did it.' That means they are absolutely telling people to imagine that you did it without actually making the accusation."

Zaboru slowly nodded.

He understood propaganda well enough to recognise the strategy.

The report did not need to say that Zaboru participated in the attack. It only needed to ask enough questions.

Why did he know?

Why did he prepare?

Why did he refuse?

Why did he arrive so quickly?

The audience would construct the accusation themselves.

Another graphic appeared.

ZAGE – AL-QAEDA CONNECTION?

Zaboru's eyes widened. "No fucking way."

Zaborn stepped closer to the television. "Oh, come on."

The anchor continued. "Further controversy emerged overnight after several documents began circulating online allegedly showing financial connections between companies associated with ZAGE's international network and accounts currently being investigated for possible links to Al-Qaeda."

Zaboru immediately stood. "That is bullshit."

Several banking records appeared on the screen.

Zaboru narrowed his eyes.

He recognised some company names. One belonged to a ZAGE logistics partner. Another belonged to a shipping company that had transported ZAGE hardware several years earlier.

The transactions themselves appeared legitimate.

However, unfamiliar accounts had been inserted between them.

Zaboru walked closer to the television. "These are mixed."

Zaborn frowned. "What?"

"Some of these transactions are real. The companies are real. But that account isn't ours." Zaboru pointed toward the screen. "They inserted fake transactions between genuine ones."

That made the accusation much more dangerous.

Completely fabricated evidence could sometimes be exposed quickly. But a document built from mostly genuine information with only several carefully altered details was far harder to dismiss.

The report switched to another commentator. "ZAGE operates one of the world's largest international business networks. Through subsidiaries, distributors, and partner corporations, the company conducts transactions across Asia, Europe, America, even Africa, and the Middle East indirectly. That does not itself indicate wrongdoing. However, intelligence experts say the enormous size of the network could make suspicious financial activity difficult to detect."

Zaboru laughed once, not because anything was funny, but because the accusation was so absurd that his brain briefly refused to treat it seriously. "So now being a large company is evidence?"

Zaborn shrugged. "Apparently success is suspicious."

The television then showed footage of Zaboru working in New York immediately after the attack. He could be seen talking with rescue workers, reviewing maps, carrying supplies, and entering the temporary command area.

The same footage that had made him look heroic several days earlier now had an entirely different narration.

"Critics are also questioning why Renkonan personally travelled to the disaster area so quickly. Some argue his arrival demonstrated humanitarian commitment. Others suggest his presence may have allowed him to monitor the response directly."

Zaboru stared at the television, then slowly turned toward Zaborn. "Monitor the response?"

Zaborn started laughing. "I'm sorry, bro."

"This isn't funny."

"I know, but that one is fucking ridiculous."

Zaboru rubbed both hands over his face. "I went there to fucking help people."

"Congratulations. Apparently helping too fast makes you a terrorist."

Another image appeared showing Zaboru speaking with American emergency officials. The anchor continued, "Some online communities are now questioning whether ZAGE Foundation personnel may have unintentionally disturbed evidence during rescue operations."

Zaboru froze.

That accusation angered him more than everything else.

Thousands of Foundation workers had risked their lives beside American emergency responders. Some had suffered injuries. They had pulled survivors from rubble, treated burn victims, supported exhausted firefighters, and transported medical supplies.

Now someone was attempting to make their work suspicious.

Zaboru's voice became colder. "They better leave my rescue workers out of this."

Zaborn stopped laughing. "Yeah."

The television shifted toward public reactions. Several people interviewed on the streets remained supportive. One man told the reporter, "Zaboru was here helping when people needed him. I don't care what some anonymous internet account says. Show me actual evidence." Another woman added, "My brother was treated by a ZAGE medical team. Without them, I don't know what would've happened. I refuse to believe this without proof."

However, others were less certain.

One interviewee admitted, "It is strange. How did he know enough to investigate the World Trade Center before the attack?" Another said, "I'm not accusing him of anything, but billionaires know things ordinary people don't."

Zaboru sighed.

That was exactly how the rumour worked.

Even people who did not believe he was guilty still considered the circumstances strange.

And the circumstances genuinely were strange.

The television displayed several online posts that had spread rapidly overnight.

HOW DID ZABORU KNOW?

WHY DID ZAGE PREPARE RESCUE TEAMS BEFORE THE ATTACK?

ZABORU REFUSED WTC INVITATION DAYS BEFORE ATTACK

SECRET ZAGE PAYMENTS CONNECTED TO AL-QAEDA?

HERO OR SOMETHING ELSE?

The last headline caused Zaboru to stare at the screen with complete disbelief. "Hero or something else?"

Zaborn nodded thoughtfully. "Very dramatic."

"Shut up."

The situation became worse when another report appeared showing an unidentified former government employee. His face was hidden and his voice altered.

"I can confirm that warnings involving the World Trade Center were received before the attack. The level of detail was unusual. Some people inside the agencies questioned how the source obtained the information."

Zaboru frowned immediately. "That's exaggerated."

Zaborn looked toward him. "You didn't give them detailed information?"

"Not enough to sound like that. I deliberately kept everything vague."

"So this guy is lying?"

"Either lying or somebody edited what he was told."

The anonymous source continued. "There were references to aircraft, major buildings in New York, and possible coordinated action. After the attack, several people began comparing those warnings with ZAGE's preparation."

Zaboru felt his stomach tighten.

The most dangerous lies were always the ones built around truth.

He had mentioned aviation. He had mentioned major targets. He had specifically requested investigation around the World Trade Center.

Someone had obtained pieces of those warnings and transformed them into something much more precise.

Zaboru switched channels.

The same story appeared there.

Another channel.

Again.

European networks had already begun discussing it. American talk shows were preparing emergency segments.

Even entertainment networks were discussing whether upcoming ZAGE promotions should be delayed.

Zaboru lowered the remote. "This spread way too fucking fast."

Zaborn walked over and sat casually on the edge of the desk. "That's the biggest clue. Bro, think about it. Yesterday almost nobody was talking about this. Now at six in the morning every major network conveniently has documents, commentators, anonymous government sources, financial records, and edited footage ready?"

Zaboru's expression slowly hardened.

Ordinary rumours spread chaotically.

This was organised.

Different media organisations were presenting slightly different stories, but all of them pushed the same questions. The documents appeared at approximately the same time. Anonymous commentators already had prepared explanations.

Someone had built the narrative first.

Then released every piece together.

Zaboru turned the television off.

The sudden silence inside the office felt almost strange.

For several seconds, he simply sat there while Zaborn remained beside him in the real world, legs hanging lazily from the edge of the desk.

"What are you gonna do?" Zaborn asked.

"First, verify every document."

"Good."

"Then identify where they were first uploaded."

"Also good."

"I want our legal department to prepare responses, but I don't want them screaming lawsuits at everyone. That will make us look defensive."

Zaborn nodded.

Zaboru continued thinking aloud. "We release the genuine financial records ourselves. Full transaction chains. If they mixed fake transactions with real ones, we show the original records."

"And the warnings?"

Zaboru frowned. "That's harder."

If he admitted sending the warnings, the public would demand an explanation for how he had predicted the danger. If he denied it, the Illuminati might later release genuine proof and destroy his credibility completely.

Zaborn scratched his chin. "You can't explain reincarnation."

"No shit."

"Maybe just say you received suspicious information?"

"Then they ask from whom."

"Anonymous intelligence?"

"That sounds even worse."

Zaborn scratched his head. "Damn to be honest… i'm not thinking all this through…."

Zaborn nod "Told you bro sometimes you so damn smart but sometimes you beyond stupid"

Zaboru ignored him and he leaned back in his chair but he know he learning something super valuable today..

But one thing was already obvious.

The timing.

The coordination.

The manipulated documents.

The anonymous sources.

The careful combination of truth and fabrication.

Zaboru's expression became completely serious.

"This isn't random internet bullshit."

Zaborn nodded. "Nope."

"Someone prepared this."

"Definitely."

Zaboru remembered Leonard Epstein's confidence. The strange smile. The Illuminati's interest in him. Arachne's warnings. The attack itself.

Pieces began connecting inside his mind.

Zaboru remained silent for several seconds before finally saying...

"It's definitely the Illuminati doing…"

To be continued.

AN : I wan't Zaboru grow from these events don't worry this won't drag long also when new year starts in this world the ZEPS 4 will release hehehe

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