“Now that I’ve left, the server login authorization naturally stopped.”

Henry exploded on the other end of the line. “A personal project? That’s bullsh*t! You worked at the company! Everything you used belongs to the company!”

I took a sip of water and calmly threw his own words back at him.

“Mr. Fuller, we’re a logistics company. What matters is physical labor.

“Systems like that aren’t that important, right?”

The line went silent for a full five seconds.

Then came an even more hysterical roar. “Sam! I’m warning you! This is commercial sabotage! I’ll sue you! I’ll send you to prison!”

I laughed, unconcerned.

“Sure. My lawyer is with Skyfast Law. You can have the company’s legal team contact them.

“Oh, and one more thing. The server is overseas. It’s protected under local law.”

Henry’s voice cut off instantly, like a chicken being strangled.

Skyfast Law was one of the top firms in the country. There was no way he hadn’t heard of it.

I hung up, and the world finally went quiet.

A few minutes later, Mark called again.

“Sam, did Henry call you? I heard from the warehouse guys that the entire system is down. He’s completely lost it.”

“He did. I shut him down.”

“Serves him right!” Mark laughed loudly.

After laughing, he hesitated, then asked honestly, “Sam, let me ask you something. With your skills, why did you stay in our small warehouse for five years?”

I walked over to the window and looked at the traffic outside.

My chest felt tight.

“My dad was an old-school logistics guy, driving trucks his whole life.

“He always thought messing with computers was not a real job and that only physical strength mattered.

“I built this system and stayed here because I wanted to prove to him that technology could create more value than brute force.”

Unfortunately, he didn’t live to see it.

Mark fell silent.

“Sam, you really went through a lot.”

“It’s all in the past.”

“Oh, there’s something you need to know!” Mark’s tone suddenly shifted.

“When I was leaving, I heard Henry calling group headquarters!

“He actually claimed the warehouse system was a revolutionary new platform he personally led the development of!”

I scoffed silently.

“He even said he’s planning to use his system to bid for SF Logistics’ annual regional distribution contract!”

I tightened my grip on the phone.

So Henry planned to turn my work into his ladder to success.

A plan quickly formed in my mind.

“Mark, when is the bidding conference?”

“Next week. At the city’s international convention center.”

“Good.”

A cold smile curved my lips.

‘Henry, you want to use my work to shine?

‘Then I’ll let you use it and watch you fall.’

I’m taking that contract.

…

Henry moved faster than I expected.

The very next day, an industry news site published an exclusive interview with him.

The headline read: [A Revolutionary in Logistics—Young Talent Henry Fuller and His Intelligent Dispatch System]

In the article, every word of my design documents was presented as his so-called “proprietary achievement”.

Even worse, near the end of the interview, he added a casual remark.

“I previously had an assistant who was fired for stealing the company’s core technology.”

The news alert popped up on my phone.

Before I could even react, my sister called.

She was a senior patent lawyer.

“Sam! I saw the article! That Henry—I can bury him!”

Her voice shook with fury.

“I’ve already sent my team to collect evidence! Patent infringement, commercial defamation… We’ll stack the charges, and I’ll sue them into bankruptcy!”

“Sis, don’t,” I said, stopping her.

“What? Are you afraid of him?”

“No.”

I stared at Henry’s smug face on the screen.

“What he stole wasn’t just code.

“It was my memory of Dad.

“This revenge has to be carried out by me.”

And it had to happen right at the moment he was standing at the very top.

Before hanging up the phone, I said one thing to my sister.

“Since he wants fame and fortune from this, I’ll nail him to the pillar of shame right in front of the entire industry.”

My fingers began moving across the keyboard.

One hour later, a tech company named Genesis Future was successfully registered online.

The legal representative was me.

Next, using this shell company’s name, I called Henry’s office.

“Hello, Mr. Fuller, I’m an investment consultant from Genesis Future.

“I saw your brilliant design in the news. We’re very interested.”

Henry was clearly stunned by this sudden burst of “venture capital”.

“An investment? How much are you looking to invest?” He asked eagerly, his voice filled with greed.

“Preliminary intent—fifty million.”

I named a figure he couldn’t possibly refuse.

“But we do have one condition.”

“What’s the condition? Please go on.”

“We’d like to see a public, full-load, live system demonstration at next week’s National Logistics Technological Summit.

“This is crucial for us to evaluate system stability and your technical capability.”

Henry didn’t hesitate for even a second.

“No problem! Absolutely no problem! I guarantee you the most perfect demonstration!”

Blinded by profit, he had already lost even the most basic judgment.

The next day, Mark told me Henry had diverted a large sum of company funds.

He rented the most expensive, well-located central booth at the summit.

In his fantasy, he would rise to fame in one battle, with SF Logistics’ massive contract in his left hand, and my huge investment in his right.

I sat in front of my computer, watching the server backend.

The core backend of the system he planned to demonstrate was still running on my server.

I had already prepared a gift for him.

A single line of termination code sat quietly there.

I even gave it a name.

“One-Click Cremation”.

…

The National Logistics Technological Summit was packed with people.

Henry’s booth sat in the most prominent location, with a massive screen behind him looped through his so-called “personal achievements”.

My Genesis Future booth was set up directly across from him.

It was simple: a table, a laptop, and an equally large, but completely blank screen.

Henry was surrounded by reporters and several sharply dressed men. Their badges clearly read SF Logistics.

When he saw me across the aisle, a flicker of surprise crossed his face before it was quickly replaced by disdain.

He probably thought I had come to beg.

Leading the group, he walked straight toward me.

“Well, if it isn’t Sam Miller,” he sneered loudly, pointing at me in front of everyone.

“The thief who got caught stealing. And you still have the nerve to show up here?

“Absolutely shameless!”

He turned and shouted at nearby security. “Security! Get him out of here! Don’t let trash like this pollute our venue!”

Several SF Logistics executives frowned.

I ignored his words and just looked calmly at him, like I was watching a clown perform.

Seeing me stay silent only made Henry more pleased with himself.

He turned back to his booth, grabbed the microphone, and began triumphantly.

“Distinguished guests, respected leaders! Today, I will present a system powerful enough to transform the entire logistics industry!”

He bragged for a full ten minutes before finally reaching the key moment.

“Now, I will activate the system’s core function—real-time data streaming!”

With a victorious smile, he stretched out his finger and pressed a button on the touchscreen.

At that exact moment, I lightly tapped the Enter key on my laptop across from him.

On Henry’s massive screen, all the flashy charts, dynamic routes, and flowing data

vanished instantly.

The screen went completely black.

The next second, a line of huge, blood-red text appeared in the center.

[System Ownership: Sam Miller. Thief, having fun?]