From Idler to Tech Tycoon: Earth

Chapter 53: Damage Control
Chapter 53 - 53: Damage ControlThree hours had passed since they left the chaos of Marawi behind. The SUV rumbled down the highway, the lush greenery of the countryside blurring into a palette of muted greens and browns. The sun hung high, relentless and scorching, casting sharp shadows across the landscape.

Richard stared out the tinted window, his eyes heavy with fatigue but still alert. Beside him, Jack was slouched back, thumb scrolling mindlessly across his phone screen. The silence was dense, almost suffocating.

Richard shifted, glancing at Jack. ”Jack, where the hell are we?”

Jack barely lifted his eyes from the screen, but his lips twitched with a hint of a grin. ”Lugait. Part of Iligan City,” he said. ”Grandpa’s got a lot of land here — plantations, warehouses, trucking yards. There’s more in Cagayan and Malaybalay, but this is the main hub.”

Richard’s brow furrowed. ”I thought the farm was just... a farm.”

Jack shook his head, finally pocketing his phone. ”Used to be. But now? It’s a small city. Truck drivers, distributors, executives — they all hang out here. Grandpa calls it the ’Farm Estate,’ but it’s more like a mini kingdom.”

The SUV slowed, approaching a towering concrete wall with industrial-grade gates. Security cameras panned across the vehicle, and a low buzz sounded before the gates slid open.

Inside, Richard’s eyes widened.

The compound was sprawling, larger than Richard had ever imagined. Rows of heavy-duty trucks were lined up in neat formation, their silver and black exteriors gleaming under the sun. Warehouses loomed behind them, painted in a uniform gray, each marked with a code and a painted Purnas logo.

Beyond the trucks, the compound came to life. Modular houses stacked like shipping containers, two-story apartments with clotheslines strung across the balconies, children running through the alleys with plastic guns and makeshift toys.

A basketball court was in full swing, men in sweat-stained shirts shouting and laughing as they played a rough game of half-court. Not far away, a group of older men sat around a plastic table, beers in hand, cigarette smoke curling lazily into the air.

”This place is massive,” Richard muttered, eyes scanning the organized chaos.

Jack chuckled, leaning back against the seat. ”Told you. Grandpa keeps his people close. If you’re loyal, you’re family. If you’re not...” Jack’s smile faded. ”...you’re a stranger.”

The SUV finally rolled to a stop in front of a three-story building complex with reflective glass walls. The architecture was modern, almost out of place amidst the rugged industrial landscape. Sleek, sharp, a touch of luxury in the middle of controlled chaos.

Estello pushed the door open, groaning as he stepped out. The exhaustion hung off him like a heavy coat. He waved a hand dismissively. ”I’m heading up. Need to sleep. I’ll go back to Marawi later.”

Jack nodded. ”Alright, Grandpa. We’ll handle things here.”

Estello didn’t reply. He was already trudging toward the entrance, his shoulders sagging, the weight of the world pressing down on every step.

Inside, the building felt like a hotel — polished floors, marble accents, and a faint scent of air freshener mingling with cigarette smoke. Richard scanned the lobby, catching sight of a large man in his 30s leaning against the reception desk.

The man’s face lit up as he spotted Jack. ”Jack!”

Jack grinned, stepping forward and clasping hands with the man, pulling him into a quick, brotherly hug. ”Ricky, you fat bastard.”

Ricky laughed, slapping Jack on the back. ”What brings you here? Heard about the mess in Marawi?”

Jack’s grin faded. ”Yeah. Worse than you think.”

Ricky’s face fell. ”Damn. Boss Estello’s not going to let that slide. You know how he is.”

Jack sighed. ”Trust me, we know.”

Ricky’s eyes shifted to Richard, sizing him up. Jack noticed and made the quick introduction.”This is Richard Santamo. My sworn brother.”

Richard extended a hand. ”Richard.”

Ricky’s grip was firm, his eyes sharp as they met Richard’s. ”Ricky. I handle logistics here. Good to meet you.”

Ricky stepped back, rubbing the back of his neck. ”Listen, boys. I gotta inform the rest of the staff about Marawi. This place is gonna be a madhouse soon. Boss Estello is gonna be pissed. You know how he gets.”

Jack nodded. ”Yeah. Go ahead.”

Ricky gave a two-finger salute and hurried off, his bulk surprisingly agile as he disappeared down the hall. Sёarch* The Nôvelƒire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Jack and Richard took the stairs up, the echo of their footsteps bouncing off the walls. The third floor was quieter, more refined — dark wooden floors, leather couches, and floor-to-ceiling glass windows that offered a panoramic view of the entire compound below.

Jack stopped at the end of the hallway, pulling out a keycard and sliding it through the lock. The door clicked open, and he pushed it wide.

Richard stepped in and stopped dead in his tracks. The room was massive — three times the size of their quarters back in Marawi. The walls were white and clean, the floors polished to a gleaming finish. A plush sectional couch stretched across the living room, and floor-to-ceiling windows offered an uninterrupted view of the warehouses and trucks below.

Richard leaned back against the cool glass, the vast expanse of the compound sprawled out below him like a mini metropolis. Trucks trundled along dirt paths, workers hauled crates from the warehouses, and a few kids ran around the basketball court, their shouts echoing faintly through the thick glass.

Jack was sprawled on the bed, eyes fixed on his phone, scrolling rapidly through social media and forums. His expression was a mix of amusement and exasperation.

”What’s the reaction been like?” Richard asked, arms crossed over his chest.

Jack snorted, still staring at the screen. ”Oh, it’s a circus. Since the hype for the game and the engine is through the roof, people are split right down the middle.”

”How bad?”

Jack pushed himself up, swinging his legs off the bed and leaning forward. ”Well, you’ve got one group saying the delay’s a good thing. They’re convinced the extra time will let us polish and optimize everything. You know, the ’let them cook’ crowd.”

Richard nodded. ”And the other side?”

Jack rolled his eyes. ”The other side feels betrayed. We said we’d release in three days. They’ve been counting down to it. Now, suddenly, boom — six-month delay. They’re screaming about broken promises, corporate lies, the usual.”

Richard rubbed the back of his neck, tension knotting his muscles. ”Let me guess — Lina had to step in.”

Jack’s grin was a little too satisfied. ”Oh, she did more than step in. Once she posted that announcement about our home being attacked by insurgents, most of the angry mob backed down. Now, they’re all about sending prayers and ’stay safe’ messages.”

Richard smirked. ”Oh, so now we’re the tragic heroes?”

Jack’s grin widened. ”Pretty much. From game developers to warzone survivors. Gotta love the internet.”

Richard pushed off the glass and walked over to the small dining table, where his laptop sat open amidst a clutter of hastily unpacked PC components. He pulled up the live stock ticker and watched as the numbers shifted, fluctuating like a heartbeat monitor.

”What about the stock prices?” Richard asked, eyes scanning the screen.

Jack shrugged, finally setting his phone down. ”Honestly? It’s surprisingly steady.”

Richard arched a brow. ”That’s odd. I was expecting a nosedive.”

”Yeah, me too,” Jack said, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully. ”But think about it. A mansion gets raided by insurgents and foreign operatives, and we just so happen to be the company releasing the most anticipated game engine in the world? People aren’t stupid. They’re connecting the dots.”

Richard’s lips twisted into a cynical smirk. ”They think it’s some corporate espionage scheme.”

Jack snapped his fingers. ”Exactly. A tech giant getting hit by armed assailants days before a major launch? It’s straight out of a conspiracy thriller. And if people think we’re a target because of our technology...”

”They’ll assume we’re onto something big,” Richard finished, nodding. ”So the paranoia keeps the stock afloat.”

Jack leaned back, stretching. ”Yeah, at least for now. Once the media dies down, we might see some fluctuation. But for now? We’re holding steady.”

Time to Rebuild

Jack stood up and grabbed his wallet and keys from the table. ”Alright, enough talking. We need new rigs. You ready to go shopping?”

Richard groaned, rubbing his temples. ”Yeah, yeah. Let’s get this over with.”

A Day Later

The room was a mess of open boxes, tangled wires, and empty energy drink cans. The scent of fresh plastic and hot circuitry lingered in the air, mingling with the constant hum of new CPUs whirring to life.

Jack was hunched over his desk, fingers flying over his keyboard as multiple screens flickered with diagnostic software, server connections, and local network scans. Richard was at his own station, headset on, eyes focused as lines of code scrolled rapidly across the screen.

Despite the mess, there was a calm focus in the air — the kind that came with the familiarity of building from scratch.

Richard leaned back, cracking his knuckles and letting out a long breath. ”You know,” he said, breaking the silence. ”We could just set up our main office here.”

Jack’s eyes flicked to him, a smirk forming. ”Funny you should say that.”

Richard raised an eyebrow. ”Why?”

Jack swiveled his chair to face him. ”Grandpa already decided that. He asked me to tell you we’re establishing ByteBull’s official headquarters here.”

Richard blinked, processing that. Then, a slow smile spread across his face. ”You serious?”

”Dead serious,” Jack said, leaning back and propping his feet up on the desk. ”Think about it. It’s wide, secured, isolated enough to keep people out, but big enough to handle everything we need. Plus, it’s already crawling with Grandpa’s people. We’d be safer here than anywhere else.”

Richard looked out the window, taking in the scale of the compound — the rows of warehouses, the bustling workers, the massive transport trucks lined up like soldiers ready for deployment.

”Well then,” Richard said, his grin sharp and focused. ”Guess it’s time to build an empire.”