Noah Steele had no idea that earlier that day, he’d shaken the digital world.
Right now, all he knew was one thing—
He was bored.
Games felt empty. Movies were pointless.
After all, when you had real money and real freedom, pixels lost their appeal.
So Noah did what he’d never done before.
He went to a bar.
The city’s most famous one.
Luxury cars lined the street outside. Inside, lights pulsed to the beat of pounding music, bodies moving in a chaotic rhythm. The air smelled of alcohol, perfume, and desire.
It took Noah a moment to adjust.
Too loud. Too crowded.
He skipped the dance floor and headed straight for the bar counter.
“One cocktail,” he said.
The bartender put on a flashy show, spinning bottles and shaking metal tins like he was performing magic. Nearby girls squeale
