Chapter 47

Xander

As I sat in the café, I immersed myself in my thoughts and imagination repeatedly. Unlike others who might only think two or three steps ahead or merely 5 to 15 minutes into the future when making plans, I delved deeper. I meticulously planned from the beginning to the very end, revisiting and refining the strategy 5-10 times. My mind was adept at foreseeing potential errors and devising ways to preemptively address them, ensuring that every minute detail was accounted for.

‘Because one single error, a human may die. Regret was the last thing I wanted in my life.’

One of the shadow soldiers approached, breaking my concentration. "Sir, we have removed the iron door. Now, moving the box will be easier. We've also emptied its contents, and the box is currently concealing us as we're inside the warehouse."

"Alright," I responded, standing up. I immediately called all shadow troops to attention. "I will go over the briefing thrice. If there's anything you don't understand, ask me. W