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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

They all turned to see a young boy, no more than twelve, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. He stared at the heavily armed men before him, his small body tense as if ready to bolt.

Saber Three reacted instinctively, placing a finger over his lips, signaling the child to keep quiet. His expression softened, trying to communicate reassurance through his eyes, the only part of his face visible beneath his tactical gear.

But the child's panic overrode any understanding of the silent plea. Instead of staying silent, he backed away, bumping into a metal shelf that clanged ominously in the quiet of the warehouse.

"Intruders!" he screamed. "Intruders!"

In an instant, the stealth of the mission collapsed under the weight of the boy's cry. Shouts answered from various parts of the building, and the faint sound of scrambling feet grew louder as the alerted hostiles mobilized.

Extraction Part 2