My Apocalypse System Awakened Five Years Early

Carl’s eyes shone with excitement, and he grinned widely. "Time to play cat and mouse with these rich bastards!"

His fingers moved across the keyboard at a speed that made the keys sound like rain.

The moment the purchases went through, several automated systems began trying to trace the transactions back to their source.

He smiled and mumbled, "There you are."

His eyes flicked across the screens as multiple connection attempts appeared.

The first one was redirected to a dead account.

The second was sent through a chain of fabricated companies that didn’t exist.

The third was allowed to follow the trail for several seconds before Carl abruptly severed it and replaced the data with the purchase history of an unrelated investment firm.

"Too slow."

Another attempt appeared, causing him to chuckle.

"Seriously? You guys aren’t even trying."

His hands moved again.

One false trail became three and three became seven.

Then those seven scattered across different financial institutions, countries, and private servers, each carrying enough convincing information to make any investigator believe they had found the real buyer.

Creating such intricate fake trails was nearly impossible, but to Carl, who was rewarded with knowledge of the most brilliant mind on the planet, it was no different than flipping a coin.

To him, everything was no code; his mind itself turned sound, images, text, and so on into the language of machines. It was almost like he was an awakened human. But that couldn’t be right because he didn’t have supernatural strength like Klaus.

Carl leaned back for a moment and watched the screens.

The hackers belonging to the people behind the rise were still moving.

Some were following the fake identities while others were trying to bypass the false accounts and search for the original transaction.

Carl’s grin widened, and he mumbled while hoping they would follow further, "Come on... keep looking."

He waited for them to find the real one, to make him actually try.

But time continued to pass.

Five seconds passed, then ten, twenty, and just like that, a minute passed, but nothing worth his attention happened.

The hackers had completely lost the original trail and were like fish caught in a net.

Carl’s smile vanished, and he frowned deeply before leaning further back in his chair.

"That’s it?" He mumbled in a disappointed tone and shook his head.

He took one last glance at the stock market.

The account had the stocks; they truly existed, but there was no longer a way to track whom they belonged to because fake purchases were already sitting there, indistinguishable from thousands of other transactions.

They no longer had any connection to Klaus, Maker Finance, and Leo Maker.

In fact, they had no connection to anyone. Yet they couldn’t just be ignored because the stock market’s system had classified them as legal and transactional.

He could have simply tried to block the attacks, but he didn’t want to take loose measures like that.

This method was slightly risky if the true players of the market decided to intervene.

Because they could forcefully classify the stocks as illegal.

But if the people behind the rise had those players, they wouldn’t even need to fake the rise.

He picked up his packet of chips and tossed one into his mouth.

"Piece *Crunch* of cake."

He chewed for a few seconds before he remembered that he had to report everything to Klaus.

He swallowed the chip, wiped his fingers on the towel, and picked up his phone.

The call connected after a few rings.

<Hello?> Klaus’s voice came from the opposite side.

Carl’s lips stretched into a wide grin, and he stated, "It’s done, old man."

<Already?> Klaus asked in a surprised tone.

He had believed that it would take at least half an hour, but it hadn’t even been fifteen minutes since their last call.

"Who do you think I am?" Carl muttered with furrowed brows and picked up another potato chip.

<A seventeen-year-old kid?> Klaus said like that was the most obvious thing he had ever said.

A vein throbbed at Carl’s forehead, and he said in an annoyed tone, "I am not a kid."

<I am not an old man then.>

Carl could imagine him smirking behind the phone.

He slightly shook his head and said, "You are an old man even if you don’t believe so."

<Then you are a kid even if you think otherwise.>

"Tch," Carl clicked his tongue, and his expression turned somber for a moment before he asked, "How much more time do we have before we make a public appearance?"

Klaus didn’t answer right away. Instead, a faint humming sound came from the phone before he answered, <Five years.>

"Five years? Won’t that be too late?" Carl frowned, a confused look on his face.

<Not at all; rather, it would be the perfect time for a new order to take over the world. You will understand then.>

Carl fell silent. A strange glint crossed his eyes, and then he said, "I am fine with trusting you with whatever decisions that you have, but there would be a time when you would have to trust my words. Even if they sound like nonsense."

<Haha. You don’t have to worry about that; there’s nothing in the world that I can consider nonsense.>

"I see..." he mumbled, then his expression changed, and he asked in a low voice, "Also, are you the one who made the posts about Sarin Kim when she was still in the university? They seem to follow the same thing you told me back th—"

<What nonsense. I have nothing to do with Sarin Kim,> Klaus interjected, his voice sharp.

"Ah-Huh. If you say so," Carl mumbled while staring at an image of Sarin Kim during her university days with a guy who looked strangely similar to Klaus.

No, he wasn’t stalking. It was simply an image he had found recently because Sarin Kim had reposted it.

He didn’t know why, but it was the last thing he cared about.

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