The Tycoon's Odyssey

The machines and technology present in the Hyper Space Room can't be taken out unless it's something he made from the materials present out in the real world.

However, there was a very big loophole that Evan was going to make use of. That was the presence of this 3D Atomic Printer.

Using this, the things that can be printed can be taken out for real. So, Evan's first step was to use this craft of ample amounts of quantum chips and create another upgraded variant of the Molecular Printer.

As for why he needed to create another one, it's because a few parts of the Printer had been taken from the technologies in the Hyper Space room which when taken out won't be working.

So, after he assembled, he started printing parts of the printer that can be brought outside.

"Aurora, inform Mac to come and help to carry things."

[Sir, Mac is on leave today..]

"Ohh!Sorry!"Evan hit his head.

He had forgotten about Mac leave but now that he thought, he still needs to do something for Mac.

...…

Big Mac, born Mac Thompson, had always been a name that drew attention. It was a nickname that stuck from his early days in the military, a title earned through sheer strength and an imposing presence.

Yet, behind the robust exterior lay a past fraught with pain and sacrifice.

The story of Mac Thompson began in the army, where he was subjected to a series of experimental training programs designed to push the boundaries of human capability.

These programs, shrouded in secrecy and imbued with rigorous physical and psychological demands, were intended to create super-soldiers. Mac, with his formidable build and unwavering resolve, was one of the prime candidates for this project.

The experiments were grueling. They tested his endurance, strength, and mental fortitude. For months, Mac and his fellow soldiers were put through intense simulations and harsh environments, all in preparation for a final stage that promised to enhance their abilities beyond normal human limits.

It was during these trials that Mac earned his nickname, a badge of honor among his peers, signifying not just his physical prowess but his role in the rigorous testing.

But as the final stage of the experiment approached, an emergency disrupted their plans. A critical mission,of national importance, took precedence over the last phase of their training. The project leaders were forced to redirect their focus from experimentation to immediate operational needs. Mac and his team were abruptly pulled from their preparations and assigned to this high-stakes mission.

The urgency of the situation weighed heavily on Mac.

He knew that their sacrifice foregoing the final enhancements they had been promised—was for a cause greater than themselves. The mission was perilous, and although they might succeed, the toll on their bodies and minds was significant. The very experiments that were supposed to give them an edge had left them exhausted, scarred, and yearning for normalcy.

But during the mission, Mac's life took a different path and everything changed..

...

In Bar, BBSR…

Mac Thompson sat in the corner of the bar, nursing a warm beer as he stared into the glass. The clinking of glasses and low murmur of conversations surrounded him, but his mind was elsewhere. He was lost in thoughts of a past mission, the betrayal of Private Harris, and the heavy toll it took on him.

A tall, striking waitress approached Mac with a confident stride. Her fiery eyes and flirtatious smile were directed straight at him. "Hey there, handsome. How's your night going?" she asked, her voice dripping with charm.

Mac looked up, meeting her gaze with a faint, polite smile. "Not today," he replied, his voice carrying a weary undertone. "I'm not in the mood."

The waitress's smile faltered for a moment, but she quickly recovered. "Well, if you change your mind, I'm right here," she said, with a wink before she turned and walked away.

Mac watched her go, then turned his attention back to his drink. He raised his glass and gave a solitary toast as if toasting to friends who were no longer there. The bittersweet gesture was accompanied by a wave of memory, one that struck him hard.

From the corner of his lips, a song from the depth of his heart rang again.

[It's been a while, I have seen you my friend.]

[There have been many things that have been bottled in my heart.]

[And I will tell you about it, once I see you again.]

As he took a sip, the image of his former team,fellow soldiers he had lost—flashed in his mind. The faces of those who had fallen and the betrayal that had shattered their unity weighed heavily on him. The warmth of the bar contrasted sharply with the chill of those past events, leaving him to grapple with the bitter reality of what once was.

The clinking of glasses and the low murmur of conversations surrounded him, but his mind was elsewhere. He stared into his drink, lost in thoughts that had long haunted him.

The memory of that fateful night replayed in his mind. He remembered the rush of adrenaline as they completed their mission, the satisfaction of a job well done. But that relief turned to shock when the sound of gunfire erupted from within their ranks.

Harris, someone he had trusted, had turned against them. The chaos and confusion, the pain of betrayal,it was all vivid, as if it had happened just moments ago.

He recalled the desperate struggle, the fight to subdue Harris, and the grim realisation that their once tight-knit team was shattered. The injuries, the lost comrades, and the emotional wound of being deceived by someone he had once called a brother were a heavy burden.

Thankfully, he managed to survive alas his friend couldn't. Narrowly escaping death, when he returned he found that there was a wanted order on his name.

At that moment he lost himself and found his mind clouded but the thought of revenge on his dead comrade kept him going.

Picking himself, he used the secret connections he built and hid. He changed his face with plastic surgery and took the identity of one of his former colleagues.

Fortunately, none of them had any family.

As Mac lost himself in these dark memories, the sharp ring of his phone pulled him back to the present. He glanced at the screen and saw Aaron's name.

"Mac," Aaron's voice came through, cutting through his thoughts. "It's your shift now."

Mac sighed, took a final swig of his beer, and stood up. The past was a weight he carried with him, but duty called. He left the bar, stepping back into the night with the echoes of his past lingering in his mind.

As he walked out, he stared at the bright moon casting its light and spoke aloud, "Sir, you might be my only hope. So, I hope one day you can fulfil my wish for in exchange I am willing to sell my soul to you."

...

"I accept that."

Evan, who heard and knew everything due to Aurora keeping tabs, shook his head with a resolute expression.

"Just wait Mac...I will make sure you will have your revenge."