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Michael Reyes is your typical college student, caught in the relentless cycle of balancing studies and part-time work. As a second-year mechanical engineering student, his days are packed from dawn till dusk. Mornings are dedicated to lectures and coursework, while afternoons are spent at a part-time job that helps him make ends meet. Evenings are his only respite, though often spent more on studying than sleeping, if he gets the chance to rest at all.

His life is a constant juggle, trying to keep up with demanding academic requirements while also contributing financially to his household. He's a hardworking, average student – not the top of his class, but not at the bottom either. 

But Michael's life takes an unexpected turn when he gains access to a mysterious Technological System. This system offers him a glimpse into future technologies, granting him knowledge and tools far beyond his time. 

When he realized its potential, his first words are.

"I'm going to be rich!"

Follow as Michael build his own business empire rivaling Apple, Microsoft, even Google. 

Disclaimer: 'Building a Business Empire with my Technological System' is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This book may reference real companies and organizations, but these references are for narrative purposes only and are not intended to depict actual conduct or involvement of these entities. The use of these names and references is not meant to harm, defame, or discredit these companies or organizations.

Building a Business Empire with my Technological System

Dr. Villanueva groaned as he slowly regained consciousness, the dull ache at the back of his head throbbing insistently. His eyes fluttered open, squinting against the harsh glare of a single flickering bulb that hung overhead. The surroundings blurred into focus, revealing a stark, dimly lit warehouse with exposed beams and dusty concrete floors.

As he tried to move, he realized his wrists and ankles were tightly bound with zip ties, securing him to a rickety metal chair. The coolness of the metal seeped through his thin shirt, sending a shiver down his spine. His mouth was dry, his lips parched, and every small movement sent waves of pain radiating from his head.

Around him, the warehouse was ominously quiet, save for the distant sound of dripping water and the occasional scurrying of rats. The air was musty, filled with the smell of mildew and old machinery oil, hinting at the long disuse of the place.

The Kidnapped Doctor