GOD MODE FRESHMAN: Trillionaire Simulator

Chapter 23 - 23: The Unseen Symphony

The auditorium's acoustic panels hummed with the same dissonant frequency as the ventilation system in Professor Wang's abandoned lab. Xu Tairan's Rolex emitted faint pulses, syncing with the facial recognition cameras that had once tracked a fire survivor's erratic heartbeat years prior. His thumb brushed the stolen photograph's edge, its graphene-coated surface warping into a Klein bottle's impossible geometry under electrostatic tension.

"Target acquired in Sector C-12," a subordinate whispered, tablet glowing with thermal signatures that mirrored biometric data from a long-shuttered orphanage. Xu's smile tightened as he activated the "random" selection algorithm—a rigged system repurposed from gene therapy trials, its code still bearing traces of triple-helix encryption.

The spotlight's AI tracker locked onto Ye Chen's student ID chip, its infrared beam reactivating dormant nanoparticles in his black card's obsidian veneer. Across the auditorium, Su Ningshuang's jade pendant warmed against her collarbone, its cryogenic core resonating with the Steinway's quantum-tuned strings. @@novelbin@@

When the game notification chimed, its 528Hz tone echoed the frequency etched into retinal treatment prototypes from a forgotten hospital ledger. Ye Chen's augmented lenses projected challenge details in cascading cuneiform—a dead language last seen in blockchain coordinates buried within a pianist's obituary.

As his fingers graced the ivory keys, the Steinway's gravitic harmonics frosted the windows with Mandelbrot frostwork, identical to the condensation patterns left by a quantum-laced soda can weeks earlier. Each note pulsed with encrypted coordinates, its B-flat finale shattering UV lamps into glass shards that mirrored the fractal burns on a fire survivor's palms.

Xu's Rolex disintegrated mid-smirk, graphene particles swirling into a cuneiform verdict only legible to those who'd decrypted the lab mice's metamorphosis logs. The standing ovation's 121-decibel crest triggered dormant nanoparticles in the ceiling panels, their synchronized collapse spelling a silent requiem for rigged algorithms.