I Can Only Cultivate In A Game-Chapter 110: Got Him!

They found a spot in the corner beneath a glowing digital poster of a trending video. The hours crawled by as they sat, scrolled, and occasionally brainstormed more ideas.

Victor's stolen video, now reuploaded on the fake channel, had soared past 10 million views.

The imposter had uploaded a fresh video, tearfully pleading with viewers to donate to a QFundMe, claiming his family was suffering from a rare illness. Thousands of donations were pouring in.

Jake seethed. "He's milking your fame for sympathy money!"

They tried filing more reports on their devices, but the system only auto-responded. Danny kept muttering curses, and Max's groaned each time the view count ticked higher.

"We should have brought snacks," Max muttered after the third hour.

Three hours soon turned into six. The seats were hard, the wait torturous.

The digital board displaying the queue tag numbers was taking ages to move.

Finally, a robotic voice called out that the office would be closing for the day.

"You have to be kidding," Jake groaned. "After all that?"

A worker stepped out. "Sorry, everyone. We'll resume service first thing tomorrow morning. Please return then."

Danny eyes twitched in annoyance as he stood up. "Nah. I'm not doing this."

Victor tried to grab his arm. "Danny, wait."

But it was too late.

Danny activated one of his Berserker abilities. His body bulked up and his muscle mass tripled as his voice deepened with a slight rumble.

"You guys are just gonna send us home after wasting half our day?"

People screamed. A few workers got out of the way in fear while the manager at the side turned pale. "You're… You're an Awakened?"

Danny leaned forward and grabbed the manager's collar before lifting him up with a single hand. "Yeah. Now, fix his problem."

Everything changed in an instant.

"Right this way, please!" the manager stammered. "Would you all like something to drink? Water? Tea? Juice?"

They were ushered into a private office, where a higher-ranked supervisor met them.

Victor laid out the situation. His real channel. The imposter. The takedown. The fake account. The monetization. The Qfund Me scam.

The supervisor sighed. "Yes, I see the channel. I've checked the reports. We've reviewed both claims thoroughly. I'm sorry, but the data on our end shows that this other individual has submitted matching biometric IDs and other verifying documentation."

Danny exploded. "THE REAL ONE IS RIGHT HERE!" He pointed to Victor. "You're looking at him!"

The supervisor raised his hands. "Believe me, I understand. But my clearance only goes so far. You'll need to take this to the Ytube Main Headquarters. I'll draft a letter of escalation so you can present it there."

Jake frowned. "Where is this headquarters located?"

"Giltwave City."

Victor froze. That was a different zone altogether. One that existed outside the mana-barrier boundaries of their city.

"You do realize that unless you're an MDC officer, academy student, or some big shot, we can't even leave the city?" Max voice tinged with disbelief as he questioned.

The supervisor shook his head. "I'm aware. But that's protocol. I truly am sorry."

"You know what would help?" Jake said sarcastically. "If you guys didn't let people clone entire identities."

The supervisor stood up and handed them a physical letter and a secure digital version.

"Take this. If you do manage to get to Giltwave City, this will speed up the process. But until then, there's not much more I can do. Unless, of course, the person impersonating you suddenly decides to delete the channel themselves."

Danny gave a humorless laugh. "Yeah, and maybe pigs will fly tomorrow."

Victor took the letter and held it tightly.

-

The sky was beginning to take on a golden hue as the sun dipped toward the horizon.

Victor and the boys exited the Ytube branch, thoroughly frustrated.

"This is ridiculous," Danny growled. "We came all the way here just to be told to go to another city?"

"How is that guy still getting away with it?" Max muttered while kicking a small stone on the sidewalk.

Victor rubbed his temples in frustration. "We don't have the clearance to leave the city. Even if we did, we don't have time to go chasing shadows. Academy resumes soon."

Just then, a voice called out behind them. "Hey. You guys dealing with an impersonation issue?"

They turned to see a lanky figure walking toward them. He had a mop of tousled green-dyed hair, square glasses with augmented lenses and a satchel full of gear slung over his shoulder.

He looked young, maybe their age, wearing a black utility coat with digital circuit designs running along the sleeves.

"I couldn't help but overhear back at the Ytube office. .. you got an impersonator problem, right?" he asked casually.

Victor narrowed his eyes. "You got a solution in that magic bag of yours?"

The stranger grinned. "Only if you want to find out where this fraud is hiding."

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Victor raised an eyebrow with a skeptical look. "You expect me to believe that you can track him?"

"Yes," the stranger said plainly. "I can."

That made them pause.

"Alright, talk," Jake said.

They quickly found a nearby open-air café with secluded booths and sat around a low table. The stranger wasted no time. He opened his bag and pulled out a few metallic devices and powered them.

"Your phone?" He requested.

Victor handed him his phone reluctantly, and the guy connected it to one of the devices.

"What's your name?" Jake questioned watching him work.

"Just call me Techie," he replied without looking up. "Now, answer a few questions. Last known login on your account? Any private emails between you and Ytube? And show me the channel page of the imposter."

Victor answered while Jake provided extra details. Max and Danny watched with wide eyes as screens flickered and scrolled rapidly.

Code lines danced across the interface. Techie muttered to himself and tapped keys with extreme speed.

He decrypted server paths, bypassed region locks, and even sent spoof signals to trace mirror servers.

Victor leaned toward Max. "I don't understand any of this."

"Me neither," Max whispered.

"I think I get half of what he's doing," Jake added. "And it's terrifying."

After what felt like an hour, Techie suddenly leaned back and cracked his knuckles.

"Got him."