A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World Chapter 2482

Having just finished her enlistment paperwork, Angelina sat outside the recruitment office of the Hexagon Building. The moment a news notification flashed across her wrist bangle, her eyes welled up. She hurried to the restroom and remained inside for a long time, only emerging with a gaze that was still red-rimmed.

The heavy gloom that once shadowed her features seemed to have vanished completely. The monster she feared would escape justice was finally dead.

Judgment had been delivered. In the name of her sister, his death sentence had been carried out.

A middle-aged female officer stepped out of the office and beckoned to her. As they walked, she began to explain, "Angelina, your procedures are finalized. I’ve transmitted all the military protocols you need to be aware of to your device. Now, let me show you your new workstation. The Hexagon Building serves as our military headquarters…"

Angelina listened with rapt attention, her composure fully restored.

From this moment forward, she was no longer Angelina the influencer; she was a soldier.

***

"My son!"

Amidst the wreckage of a seaside villa, a middle-aged man fell to his knees, wailing in grief.

An elderly man with white hair hovered in the air above him, looking down with a face full of solemn fury.

"Patriarch, this is the visual data recovered from the site. Most of the information was purged, so there is very little left to work with." An aide brought over a holographic projector and began playing the footage. "Witnesses claim the assailant is incredibly powerful and uses bizarre combat techniques. He dispatched Buckle in under three minutes. We suspect he might be an Extraordinaire powerhouse."

"He is no Extraordinaire," the old man stated, shaking his head. "If he had reached that level, killing Buckle wouldn't have taken two minutes. He is likely an Almost-Extraordinaire, though his combat strength is undeniably impressive."

The man kneeling on the ground turned his tear-streaked face toward the hovering Elder. "Patriarch, Fergus must be avenged! That man is openly provoking the Dixon Family. It is an insult to our name!"

The Elder’s gaze turned freezing cold.

The middle-aged man felt as though he had been plunged into a frozen lake, and his cries instantly died away.

"You raised such a useless wastrel, and yet you expect the family to seek vengeance for him?" the Elder asked in a chilling tone. His expression remained icy as he continued, "If you cannot suppress the fallout this incident has caused the family within one month, you will be exiled."

***

"He’s actually dead?"

In the penthouse of the Twin Towers, Akali stared at the footage of Fergus having his eyes and heart ripped out. The sliced beef in sour soup she was eating suddenly lost its appeal, replaced by a wave of nausea.

She shut off the video and retched into a trash bin provided by her secretary. It took a moment for the sickness to pass.

"Everyone, get out." Akali dismissed her maids and secretary with a wave of her hand.

She sat alone in the silent room.

Fergus was gone, but her emotions were a tangled mess.

Technically, she should be celebrating. She had cursed that man and wished for his demise countless times.

Yet, seeing the brutal reality of his heart and eyes being excavated left her physically and mentally unsettled.

Still, he deserved his fate. The man had committed so many atrocities that even dying ten times wouldn't atone for his sins.

"This is a good thing. He purged an evil from society. Now I won't have to look at that repulsive face at family reunions. Isn't that a win?" Akali reasoned with herself, her mood gradually lifting.

"But wait... when Hades tagged Horace, Horace died. When he tagged Fergus, Fergus died. Is this guy actually the God of Death?" Akali leaned her chin on her palm, pondering.

She had originally planned to steal Hades away from Nancy, but the Fergus scandal was too massive. As a daughter of the Dixon Family, it was no longer appropriate for her to be seen associating with Hades.

Besides, knowing how petty the family head was, there was little chance he would let Hades or Angelina go unpunished.

She had heard Angelina was already under military protection. Even Merlin wouldn't be foolish enough to provoke the military.

Now, she could only hope Nancy would value Hades enough to keep him safe within the McCarthy Family.

"It really burns me to hand such a man over to Nancy." Akali scrolled through WeTwit irritably. She hovered over Hades' profile for a moment before closing it with a heavy sigh.

***

Mag stayed inside the Mocha Building after his return, making no further excursions.

He sat at his desk behind a locked door, appearing to read a standard history book. In reality, he was processing a mountain of intelligence gathered by the system.

The system had successfully breached the databases of all the major families, harvesting everything from classified files to top-secret documents.

Tomorrow, he would accompany Nancy to McCarthy Manor, marking the completion of his first objective.

However, the core mission was to locate Congressman Tamm within the McCarthy Family and determine if he was still alive.

Such secrets weren't easily uncovered just by walking through the front door.

If it were that simple, Ferdinand wouldn't have required his intervention. Left to his own devices, Mag might have spent a year searching the McCarthy estate—which was guarded by Extraordinaires—without finding a single clue, let alone finishing in a week.

In times like these, external assistance was vital.

While the system’s base technology might seem inferior to that of the Underground City, that was merely the initial framework provided by God.

The system itself was an Artificial Intelligence that far surpassed the local versions. The logic was simple: the Underground City's AI was limited by the city's own tech tree, whereas the system’s potential was capped only by its divine creator.

In terms of development, the system held the ultimate advantage.

Consequently, once Mag provided the system a gateway to the local internet, it began harvesting the Underground City's entire digital civilization to evolve itself.

During this period, it successfully infiltrated the intranets of the government, the military, and every corporate plutocrat, seizing a massive trove of classified data. After organizing this mountain of information, the system presented it to Mag as a single 32G file.

"That's it?" Mag frowned. Even 32G of pure text would take forever to read.

"Do not worry. This System will directly upload the data into your consciousness."

The moment the system finished speaking, the file shattered into a million points of light.

Mag felt an immediate, overwhelming pressure in his mind. The volume of data was far more taxing than any recipe he had ever learned.

Three hours later, Mag stood up, downed a glass of water, and took a long, deep breath.

The system's data transfer was remarkably efficient. Information that would have taken three months to study and comprehend had been integrated into his mind in just three hours.

Individual pieces of intel were like single strands of a spiderweb—useless on their own.

But when thousands of these strands were layered over one another to form a complete web, the truth became clear.

Congressman Tamm was a radical politician from a commoner background. He had been a vocal critic of the plutocrats' special privileges and had spearheaded legislation to strip them of their power.

His blatant crusade had naturally painted a target on his back. Evidence of this hostility was scattered throughout the private files of every major family.

"He was too reckless for someone without a powerful backer. No wonder he vanished," Mag whispered. While he admired the man's dedication to the people, he didn't agree with the way he had essentially invited disaster by overplaying his hand.

From the overlapping web of data, Mag had already pinpointed several significant leads.

The McCarthy Family was definitely involved in the kidnapping of Congressman Tamm, but they hadn't acted alone. Based on the clues gathered from the various plutocrats, all roads led to a shadowy organization known as The Immortels.