You're Out Daddy

Chapter 848 All The Talent Ended Up Here

“So, should I?” Miguel asked.

Anthony leaned back slightly in his chair, looking relaxed and content.

The meaning was evident without further explanation.

Seeing that he was serious, Miguel didn't refuse anymore. He pulled the computer closer and quickly drafted a post.

But when it came to writing the reward amount, Miguel hesitated and turned to Anthony. “Master, how much should

I offer for the reward?”

Anthony pondered for a moment. “Just write whatever you feel like.”

“Can I write a bit more?” Miguel asked.

“What do you think?” Anthony replied.

“I-I don't know,” Miguel lowered his voice, “How would I know?”

Anthony didn't say anything. He picked up his phone and pressed a few buttons, causing Miguel's phone to emit a

notification sound. Miguel thought it might be a text message, but when he picked up the phone and saw the

transfer amount from Anthony, he was stunned.

“Master...”

“Just fill in the reward amount with this. If someone meets the criteria and claims it, you can directly transfer the

money to them,” Anthony said.

Miguel's face lit up with excitement, and he spoke up. “Alright, got it.” With a series of rapid keystrokes, he quickly

finished typing. Looking at the bounty list, Miguel was about to publish when something crossed his mind. He

pushed it in front of Anthony and asked, “Master, what do you think?”

Anthony glanced over it briefly and asked, “Truthfully?”

Miguel knew from the question that Anthony wasn't quite satisfied, but he nodded anyway.

“Too much unnecessary fluff,” Anthony replied honestly.

Miguel took a look.

“Just be direct and clear about the purpose,” Anthony suggested.

Miguel looked at his post and nodded. He proceeded to make some deletions, then asked Anthony, “How about

now?”

“Still too much,” Anthony replied.

Miguel deleted more content. “How about now?”

Anthony's patience was wearing thin, so he took control of the computer, deleted everything Miguel had written,

and simply wrote two words, “Find Him.” He then attached a photo of the person. “Like this.”

Watching Anthony's smooth actions, Miguel was bewildered. “Just like this? Isn't it too simple?”

“When you're a hacker, don't reveal too much about yourself. The way a person writes can reveal their

temperament. You tend to make everything clear, which gives people a sense of honesty but also deprives you of

the value of mystery and being understood by others,” Anthony explained.

Miguel listened and felt a sudden realization.

How could Anthony's few words bring out his temperament so clearly?

“Enough daydreaming; go ahead and publish it,” Anthony said.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Miguel looked at the computer and, in a daze, clicked the publish button.

After seeing the post go live, Anthony sighed. “If everything goes as expected, we should receive news soon. In that

case, I'll go back to my room and rest. I barely slept after spending the night with Benjamin. I'm extremely tired,

and I need to catch up on some sleep.”

With no notable reaction from the others, Anthony went straight to his room.

Denise yawned. “Since there's nothing else to do, I'll go to sleep too.”

“Wait for me; let's sleep together tonight,” Thalia said.

Denise paused for a moment, and then the two of them held hands and walked away.

Benjamin was still drawing. He slept well, so he wasn't tired at the moment. In the living room, only Miguel and

Benjamin remained.

Miguel stared at the computer, looking at the bounty list he had just published and feeling an inexplicable sensation.

Although this platform offered the ability to create bounties, very few people actually used it, and there weren't

many who could offer such a high amount of money.

Now that he was able to post such a bounty, he couldn't quite describe the feeling.

Most importantly, the content of the bounty notice was extremely simple, yet it gave off an air of great significance.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt important.

“It's true. Truly talented people speak less. Now I understand.” Miguel summed it up with a sense of sentiment after

staring at the computer for a long time.

Benjamin, sitting across from him, heard these words and glanced at him. “Is all of that sentiment necessary for

just one bounty?”

“You wouldn't understand,” Miguel replied. “In our hacking industry, bounties can be posted, but they often get lost

in the sea of bounties. Only bounties with high amounts are displayed on the leaderboard. Currently, we are the

first.”

Benjamin wasn't interested in the rest of what he said. He only caught the phrase, “In our hacking industry...”

Benjamin narrowed his eyes and looked at Miguel's absorbed expression. After thinking for a moment, he got up

and walked toward him.

When he reached Miguel's side and moved the computer away, Miguel was taken aback and asked, “What are you

doing?”

Benjamin didn't say anything; he simply logged out of Miguel's account.

Seeing this, Miguel tried to stop him. “Wait. What are you doing?”

Benjamin remained silent, returned to the login screen, and then entered a username and password to log in.

Miguel was puzzled. “What's the meaning of this? Are you also doing this?”

Miguel knew Benjamin had some computer skills, but at this moment, he didn't think much of it.

Benjamin didn't speak; he gestured with his chin for Miguel to take a look.

As Miguel saw the name on the screen, his brows furrowed. “Ethereal?”

Why does this name sound so familiar?

Miguel paused and moved the mouse to the leaderboard. In that moment, he froze.

In the hacking industry leaderboard, Shadow Seeker was first, Anonymous second, a person named Evil was third,

and Ethereal was fourth...

And he, Miguel, was the perpetual fifth. He had put in great effort to climb the ranks, but he couldn't surpass

Ethereal, who remained firmly above him.

It had already been two years, and Ethereal's account had been inactive for a long time, yet Miguel hadn't been

able to surpass him...

He looked up at Benjamin. “Are you Ethereal?”

Benjamin gave him a faint smile. “Yes, I am. Although I'm not particularly fond of computers, I'm no stranger to

them.”

Miguel remained speechless, unable to find the right words.

How could an amateur like him be more skilled than me?

Benjamin checked his watch. “It's getting late. I'll go back to sleep. You should rest too. Goodnight.” With that,

Benjamin carefully packed up his sketchbook and went back to his room.

Miguel sat there stunned, as if struck by a blow, unable to move.

His gaze remained fixed on the computer. He had cursed this “Ethereal” countless times in his mind, but he never

expected...

Ah, how unfair the world could be!

How did all the talent end up in this family?

Staring at the computer, Miguel suddenly felt a surge of determination. No, I have to try again!

So, he launched another challenge...