I'm Just a Nobody, Why Are You Calling Me a God?!

The night was deep. Ark and Matias stood outside the bank's side entrance, the neon lights casting shifting shadows on their faces, like two predators waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Ark flipped the coin into the air, watching as it traced a graceful arc through the night wind before landing in his palm.

"Angel." Ark glanced at the coin's face and smirked. "Luck's on our side tonight."

"Let's hope your angel is reliable, brother. Otherwise, we're not running from robots—we're running straight to our deaths." Matias chuckled, slapping Ark on the shoulder, his voice carrying an unmistakable thrill.

Ark ignored him and pulled him closer to the bank's side door. This was a low-profile yet heavily secured branch—a precious metal storage site controlled by Azure Group. The gold bars inside would provide the financial backing they needed for their future operations.

The lock was a high-end electronic system, but in Matias' hands, it only took a few seconds. "Done." He grinned and nudged the door open. "These bastards spent millions installing this, but in the end, it still opens for me."

Ark muttered a warning, "Stay sharp. The angel won't hold out forever."

They slipped inside, moving cautiously down a dimly lit stairway leading to the underground vault. Surveillance cameras lined the corridors, but as they passed, they either turned away inexplicably or powered down entirely. Even the guards' patrol routes seemed to avoid them, as if fate itself was clearing a path.

"Hey, this coin of yours is seriously working." Matias whispered, grinning. "Looks like we're in for a real payday."

Ark said nothing, quickening his pace.

Reaching the vault, they faced a massive alloy door embedded into the wall, layered with electronic locks and laser sensors. Matias whistled, stepping forward to examine it.

"Brother, this one's a tough nut. But trust my hands—I got this." Confidently, he pulled out a set of tools and began working.

Minutes later, the vault emitted a soft beep, and the heavy door slowly slid open. Matias turned to Ark with a triumphant smirk. "Told you, leave the tech to me."

Ark didn't respond. His eyes were locked onto the neatly stacked gold bars, their dazzling glow illuminating the vault. His fingers clenched involuntarily. This was their first step toward rebellion—their first strike against the corporate overlords.

"Don't just stand there. Move." Ark ordered, rushing in. Together, they loaded the gold into pre-prepared backpacks.

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Carrying bags filled with gold bars, Ark and Matias moved discreetly through the darkened alleys. They encountered no obstacles—not even the security cameras reacted. It was as if the entire city had chosen to ignore their actions. Ark glanced up at the distant sky and muttered, "The angel's really pulling through tonight."

Matias grinned smugly. "This is fate's gift, brother. But we need to move fast. By the time they realize what's happened, we'll be long gone."

They eventually made it back to their abandoned headquarters—the rundown building now felt like the foundation of a new future. Matias carelessly tossed a bag to the floor, the crisp clink of gold filling the empty space. He pulled out a bar, admiring it with a smirk.

"Damn, this is beautiful. We could live like kings for a while." Matias waved the bar in front of Ark with a grin.

Ark, however, remained composed. Leaning against the wall, he took a slow drag from his e-cigarette. "If we try to sell these as-is, Azure Group will track them down immediately. We need to erase any traces first."

Matias nodded, setting the bar back into the bag. "Fair point. I know a guy who can help."

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A few days later, they spent a chunk of their earnings acquiring an abandoned workshop from the black market. It had once been an illegal mechanic shop before a fire left it in ruins. The walls were still scorched, the floors uneven, but Matias clapped his hands, surveying the space. "It'll do."

Ark wasted no time clearing an area. They soon gathered basic smelting equipment and got to work melting the gold down, stripping it of all corporate markings. The furnace roared, the molten gold shimmering under the heat, filling the air with a thick metallic scent.

Matias wiped sweat from his forehead, smirking. "See, brother? Told you my hands never fail. Once we're done, those corporate bastards won't recognize a damn thing."

Ark inspected the final products and nodded. "Don't get cocky yet. We need to sell these in small batches, stay under the radar."

Through underground contacts, they connected with a few local gangs. Though initially wary of the gold's origin, the gang leaders couldn't resist its quality. The trades were swift, each batch just enough to fund Seven Sins and Six Desires' operations without drawing too much attention.

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A few days later, Ark and Matias sat inside a rundown hover car. The neon lights from the city outside cast distorted reflections against the cracked windshield, like fragments of a city that could never be whole again. Their car reeked of cheap motor oil, and the seats were stiff with wear.

Above them, a massive holographic screen displayed the night's biggest news. The anchor's voice was sharp and almost mocking, as if laughing at the city itself.

"Azure Bank's underground vault robbed—three thousand gold bars stolen!" The footage switched to the scene: police in full gear, security bots swarming the vault entrance, red and blue emergency lights flashing in tense urgency. "This theft has caused severe losses. Reports indicate that Azure Group's executive board has been notified and is taking emergency action…"

Ark leaned back, letting the noise fade into a meaningless hum. He tapped his e-cigarette, exhaling a thick plume of smoke, smirking in disdain. "Three thousand bars? They sure love exaggerating. We barely took thirty."

Matias, lounging against the window, burst into laughter. He slapped his knee, laughing so hard he nearly choked. "Hahahaha! Those corporate bastards! You think they're scratching their heads right now, trying to figure out who's behind it? Three thousand bars? We'd need a goddamn fleet of trucks!"

"Shut up." Ark shot him a glance—cold, but with a faint smirk at the edges. "They're putting on a show—scamming insurance, making bank while playing the victim. And these idiots think they rule the world."

Matias punched the car door with a grin. "Then we just made an even bigger profit! Not only did they fail to catch us, but they also have to pay up. That's got to be your angel coin at work. I swear, I fucking love that thing."

Ark didn't respond. His gaze remained fixed on the news screen, watching the frantic police force swarm the crime scene. His eyes held a quiet, calculating glint.

He took another slow drag from his e-cigarette, the swirling white smoke curling through the dim car interior.