To the random destined person reading this,

Congratulations ! After decoding this message for several weeks, you're probably wondering what this is.

Well, sorry to disappoint you, but you stumbled upon the diary of a mentally ill, narcissist, egoist, and schizophrenic hacker. 

And no, I won't be sharing some crypto fortune, corporate secrets, aliens conspiracy or the answer to the greatest question in human history : Joe who?.

 This is my story, the tale of an unknown person who lived in the shadows.

Hold on, don't curse me – I'm already gone, and cursing the dead brings bad luck, probably. Plus, you've already wasted many weeks; another two minutes won't matter.

Anyway, let's get back to my story. I'm a hacker, just like you, and pretty good at it. I could confidently claim to be second to none.

I started working at 14 after I was shown the school exit door after beating the shit out of the school principal's son, a cliché right ?

Well life's clichés didn't stop, matters of fact it only started.

After that my parents, CIA agents, were killed. They were working on a human trafficking case, delving into things they shouldn't have. As a result I was thrown to the streets.

Fast forward to my street-smart phase, where I discovered that hacking skills are a more reliable source of income than a highschool diploma. Who knew my fingers would become my survival source?

I even entered a university to fix my social status, I entered the most privileged university in the world and things were going well for a while. I made some new friends, my grades were going good.

But I was kicked out again as this time I beated a spoiled child from a rich family and it turned out his father had many connections so I was back again out and I just focused on working.

As my bank account grew fatter and fatter, so did my discontent. Turns out that money is really the dirtiest thing in the world. And the richer I became the more dirt I had on my hands.

Then came the health problem cliché, a rare disease ready to turn me into a human popsicle. 

Quick note : hacking burns calories but doesn't cure diseases. So, here's a shoutout to future readers – do some squats between hackathons, and maybe your fingers and forearm won't be the only fit part of your body. 

If you're wondering, my workout routine consisted of furious typing and occasional finger and left forearm stretches. 

Anyway, I decided to go out with a bang, so I embarked on a hacking spree. More like a digital Robin Hood meets Mission Impossible, minus the cool gadgets and epic soundtrack. 

Don't let Hollywood fool you; hacking involves a lot more caffeine than explosions..

So I worked day and night, seven days a week. And finally, after five years of hard work, my masterpiece was ready.

I created a worldwide network, hacked more than 100,000 accounts of different figures involved in corruption, stole over 2 trillions dollars , and donated it all to charities. The ultimate Robin Hood move – take from the rich, give to the not-so-rich.

I bet those old ,good for nothing, bags of bones didn't leave a place without searching to find me.

But jokes on them, when they find me I would be an empty corpse.

Still, I had three regrets in my life. 

One regret was neglecting my body. My workout routine? Typing at the speed of light and occasional one arm aerobics.

Spoiler alert: it didn't prevent paralysis.

My second regret was getting my hands dirty and compromising my principles. 

I should have followed my heart from the start and done what I wanted. I guess hacking wasn't as glamorous as Hollywood made it seem.

If only I'd followed my heart sooner, maybe I'd be sipping coconut water on a beach instead of donating ill-gotten gains

Last but not least, my swan song – dying a virgin. Yes, you heard it right. Thirty years of hacking and I never touched a woman. 

So, if you're a virgin like me, what are you doing here? Go get some bitches man. 

Note: Hacking forums are not the best place to find a date.

In a nutshell, this is my not-so-legendary story. Why am I sharing it? 

Beats me. Maybe I'm hoping you'll laugh instead of curse me. Who knows, this might be the key to my peace in the afterlife.

So to you, who is currently reading, I don't know who you are, where are you from, or what are your goals but let me give you one last advice

Follow your heart and live your life as you want. 

Every moment you have and everyday you spend in this world is a gift, use it wisely

Don't live in regrets

Don't be like me

Signing off with virtual hugs and encrypted laughter, the_unknown :3

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Last note: If you're by any chance thinking of writing my biography, remember – my third regret is strictly classified.

" Interesting. Should I give it to him ? This will make a very decent story to watch " thought a white-haired man sitting on a throne after he finished reading the message.

" Let's just get him here and decide, " the man decided.

With that in mind he cut through the air and a spatial crack opened.

He used his hand to enlarge it to about the human body size and then entered his hand in it .

After a few seconds he took out his hand, but it was not empty. He was holding the translucent human body of a man in his thirties.