
by rOMEL10n
To the world, he is just Rodney—a nobody, a poor student, an invisible face walking among the crowd. People mock him. People look down on him. They think he has nothing, he is nothing. They are blind. They do not know that the companies they work for answer to him. They do not know that the politicians they fear take orders from him. They do not know that the economy moving up and down is just his playing field. Rodney is not average. He has the Architect. He stands above the law, above power, and above the world itself. He holds the strings of fate in his hands. But he prefers the shadows. He likes the silence. He enjoys watching people act tough in front of him, unaware that they are dancing on the palm of his hand. Watch closely... Because when the Average Man finally shows his true form... the entire world will kneel. ***I am the original author of this story. I originally posted this in other platform; stucked there for years ---Now, I'm only transfering it here.***
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