Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 135: DSA

Everyone turned around and saw Zane.

Zane stood there looking all sweaty and nervous like he just ran all the way there.

His eyes were darting around, trying to figure out what was going on.

"What the heck, Aurora? Why are you dragging me into this?" Zane said, his voice cracking a little.

Aurora crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I’m dragging you into this? You and I know whom you had protected fiercely, and it was definitely not Mandy."

With that, Aurora turned left.

Staying and continuing to argue? What a joke. Sometimes, leaving some words and running off is a better way to sow discord than to proof and argue.

Returning to her home, Aurora plopped on the couch and sighed.

There was no one at home.

Just then, her phone rang. Seeing Emily’s name, Aurora pressed the answer button and heard Emily’s voice,

"Good afternoon. Sorry for calling you during school time."

"Ah, no need...I am not in high school anyway." Aurora said casually.

"Eh? But... it’s only 2 pm..." Emily said.

"Just had a small accident." Aurora

Emily’s voice got all worried right away.

"A small accident? Are you okay? What happened?"

Aurora shrugged, even though Emily couldn’t see her.

"Just some dumb drama at school. You know how it is. Some people just can’t leave me alone."

"Oh..." Emily’s voice softened. "School drama can be rough. But you’re alright, right?"

"Yeah, I’m fine," Aurora said, flopping down on the couch and staring up at the ceiling.

"Just tired of dealing with idiots all the time."

Emily giggled.

"Alright. Alright. I just called you to inform you that Alex can’t meet you today. The meeting needs to be shifted for tomorrow."

"Hmm? Why?" Aurora asked curiously.

"He got a big client, and the meeting was preponed, so..."

"Oh." Aurora nodded. "Alright then. No problem."

After the call was hung up, Aurora stared at the ceiling. Her legs were still shaking slightly, and it was clear that she still hadn’t gotten over the nightmare she had just lived.

To distract herself, Aurora looked around, and her eyes fell on the DSA textbook in front of her.

Curious and wanting to test her knowledge, Aurora opened it.

According to Emily, the world had advanced, and 25% of the IT jobs were snatched by artificial intelligence.

Aurora stared at the cover of the thick textbook, the words "Data Structures and Algorithms" printed in bold.

She knew DSA was a big deal.

Emily once told her it was like the backbone of computer science.

It’s how computers solve problems, how they store and organize stuff, and how they make things work fast and smooth.

But it was also really hard.

Even college students struggled with DSA, and people spent years mastering it.

There were so many things to learn—sorting, searching, graphs, trees, stacks, queues, and a bunch of other complicated words.

Aurora flipped the page and started with sorting algorithms.

Sorting was about arranging data in a particular order, like putting books on a shelf from shortest to tallest.

She grabbed a pencil and scribbled down the names she remembered.

The more she wrote, the more stuff popped into her head. Not just sorting—other concepts like linked lists, trees, heaps, stacks, queues...

And the weirdest part? She knew them.

But how?

Aurora frowned, her pencil hovering above the paper.

She had been in a coma for three years. Before that, she was just a regular high schooler.

She never learned any of this stuff. She didn’t even like computers that much.

So how come she knew so much about DSA?

And why did words like "Python," "Java," and "C++" keep flashing through her mind like they were familiar friends?

She needed to test herself.

Grabbing her phone, she searched for an online compiler.

A compiler is like a translator. It turned the code people wrote into something the computer could understand and run.

Without it, all the fancy code was just gibberish to a computer.

Aurora found a website that looked simple enough. She clicked on the text box where you could write code.

"What should I even try?" she muttered to herself. But then something clicked in her brain.

"A calculator. That sounds easy enough."

Her fingers flew across the keyboard, typing things that felt so familiar even though they shouldn’t.

Aurora hit the Run button.

Nothing happened.

Instead, a red message popped up. "Syntax Error."

She groaned. A syntax error is like making a spelling mistake in code. If even a tiny detail was off—like a missing comma or a wrong word—the computer would just stare back at you like, "Uh, what?"

But she didn’t give up. She reread her code, comparing every line to the tutorials she had quickly skimmed through online.

She noticed a typo in one of the lines. Fixed it. Then another. Fixed that too.

After fixing the errors and taking a deep breath, Aurora hit the Run button again.

This time, the program actually worked.

The screen asked her to choose an operation, and she typed "1" for addition.

It asked her to enter two numbers. She typed "5" and "7."

The result appeared: "Result: 12.0"

Aurora’s eyes widened.

She tried all the other operations. Subtraction, multiplication, division... Everything worked.

The calculator she coded actually worked.

"Wait...if I know coding so much...then I should know...hacking too, right?" Aurora muttered.

Hacking was like coding, but... sneakier. It was all about getting into systems you weren’t supposed to.

It sounded dangerous and illegal, but the thought made her pulse race with excitement.

Aurora took a deep breath. "Okay, let’s test it."

She searched for some basic hacking tutorials.

Most of them looked way too complicated, filled with words she didn’t understand.

But the more she read, the more some parts of it made sense. Like her brain was clicking things into place without her even trying.

"Let’s start with something simple," she whispered.

She decided to try penetration testing, which was basically hacking with permission to find weaknesses in a system.

It was supposed to be ethical, but she wanted to test her skills first.