Tick…Tick….
The ticking of gaze lingered in the empty space as Evan with bloodshot eyes stared at the screen.
For the first few hours, there was none but at dawn in the morning, he saw a sharp graph shooting up.
And then by 10 AM, he got his first five-star review which was slowly picked up.
At that moment, Evan also noticed a flux of SP.
"System…Is the quest complete?"
[It isn't but every 10 downloads will give 1 SP.]
"Will every app I make have this effect.]
[Yes, for every app, game, or software, every 10 downloads will give 1 SP…]
"Holyshit!"
"Damn, this is some epic-level freeloading."
Evan screamed in joy.
Now he didn't have to worry and cry for SP.
Very soon, he can buy blueprints and start working on technology.
Over the next few days, Evan closely monitored the performance of his ads, analyzing key metrics like click-through rate and conversion rate. He made adjustments to his targeting, ad creative, and bidding strategy based on the data, constantly testing and iterating to optimise his campaign for better results.
As the campaign progressed, Evan started to see positive results. The number of app downloads began to increase steadily, and he received positive feedback from users who had discovered Codezipper through his ads.
With each successful campaign, Evan gained more confidence in his ability to effectively advertise his app on social media. He knew that by staying committed to testing, iterating, and learning from his results, he could continue to grow Codezipper and reach even more users in the future.
Evan felt good times were coming. He only needed to wait for a bit, buy high-end computer servers, and a team and he could finally release the premium version.
The free version didn't need to share any data or sign but he needed to improve this with the premium module. From the app, he could collect the data, from data, he wasn't talking about personal data but rather a handful of data behaviours of how people use to and for what people use it for most.
While Evan was denounced, his concentration was broken by a phone.
He saw that it was from security.
The housing society had quite good security so unless one lives there, the person needs to go through a verification to enter.
[Hello, Sir...I am Pravash, the head of security...Two people who claim to be from the court wanted to meet you.]
Evan's heart chilled and he pinched his forehead.
The time he was afraid of finally appeared.
"Send them here."
Evan sat aside everything and went out.
Aunt Celina was at the Cafe while Lina had gone to school, with no one here, he was here to meet them.
Evan paced nervously in the lobby of his apartment building, his mind racing with anxiety.
"I should have studied a bit about law.."
He had heard from Uncle Max how tedious judiciary procedures were tons of law.
He adjusted his collar for what felt like the hundredth time, his palms sweaty as he awaited the arrival of the court officials.
The elevator dinged, and Evan saw two stern-looking men emerge, clad in formal attire and carrying briefcases. They exude an aura of authority that made Evan's stomach churn with apprehension.
Evan extended his hand in greeting.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen. I'm Evan," he said, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.
The officials nodded tersely in response, their expressions unreadable.
"Mr. Evan, we're here to discuss the summons you received regarding the case of Suri Baret at your home, "One of them spoke whom Evan unofficially named as a court official.
Evan's pulse quickened at the mention of the case,"Yes, of course. Please, come up to my apartment."
....
Evan led the officials into his apartment, motioning for them to take a seat in the living room. He offered them glasses of water, which they accepted with a nod of thanks.
As they settled in, Court Official 2 opened his briefcase and retrieved a stack of papers, laying them out on the coffee table before them.
"Mr. Evan, we're here to discuss your involvement in the ongoing legal proceedings. We need to ask you a few questions regarding your connection to the case."
He steeled himself for the impending interrogation, knowing that his responses could have far-reaching consequences.
The reason why they have personally come here was because when they sent the notice to his parents they found something odd with them.
Court summons have to be through so they needed to discuss with each person involved in the case but since Evan was missing they had to search for That's why they appeared late and they only managed to find after getting the information from the Land and Property department.
In some cases, court officials may conduct separate investigations to gather evidence or verify information relevant to a case. These investigations are typically carried out to ensure that all aspects of the case are thoroughly examined and that the court has all the necessary information to make a fair and informed decision. The extent and scope of these investigations can vary depending on the nature and complexity of the case, as well as the specific requirements of the legal system in which the case is being heard.
They asked about his situation, about his relationship with his parents, and what he was doing that day.
The previous court was adjourned due to Evan's grievous injury. According to reports he should be in a coma but to his surprise he was kicking well and his name had been spread in the media and drew suspicions.
Evan spoke seriously, laying the ins and outs of his matter.
The two officials frowned.
Soon, even took off his shirt to showcase the engraving left by his parents.
"!I told you, those two looked like fucking beasts."The official one screamed while the official two frowned.
They had a decade of experience, so they could already infer many things from talks unless the other one was a veteran or high authority to mask his lies.
The two cried sorrowfully pouring out their grievances and also spoke about how their son neglected him.
But it is too melodramatic and overacting.
For someone claiming to be poor, they lived in quite good houses but the room their son used to live in was a small storeroom while the parents had a bigger room.
Evan seeing their eyes knew their doubts.
Evan's heart raced as he sensed the officials' scepticism. He knew he had to provide concrete evidence to support his claims of abuse.
"Please, allow me a moment," Evan said, his voice trembling slightly as he hurried to his bedroom. He returned moments later, holding a small digital recorder in his hand.
Evan said, placing the recorder on the table, "This contains audio recordings of some of the incidents of abuse I've endured at the hands of my parents."