The bitter taste of betrayal lingered on Ethan's tongue, a constant reminder of Victoria's duplicity and Julian Thorne's arrogance. The Genesis System, with its absurd glitches, was a bizarre consolation prize. He had power, albeit a ludicrously unreliable kind, and he intended to use it. Thorne had taken everything from him – his girlfriend, his self-respect, his belief in a fair world. Now, Ethan would return the favor.

He started with the obvious: Thorne Industries. The monolithic corporation was involved in everything from AI research to renewable energy, its tentacles reaching into every corner of Seattle’s tech scene. Ethan needed to understand the beast before he could strike.

The probability sight, despite its irritating pop-up notifications that looked straight out of a Geocities website, was proving invaluable. He sat hunched over his laptop in his cramped apartment, the glow of the screen illuminating his weary face. He’d typed "Julian Thorne" into a search engine, and a flood of articles, interviews, and corporate profiles appeared. Each link was accompanied by a little, flashing notification in his peripheral vision: "Article leads to dead end: Probability 87%," or "Interview paints favorable image: Probability 92%."

He painstakingly sifted through the digital noise, ignoring the endless puff pieces and focusing on anything even remotely critical. He was looking for the chinks in Thorne's polished armor, the cracks in the carefully constructed facade.

He found a small, obscure blog post by a disgruntled former employee detailing accusations of unethical labor practices at a Thorne Industries lithium mine in South America. "Potential lead, follow with caution: Probability 65%," flashed the Genesis System. Ethan clicked on the link, his heart quickening.

The blog post was anonymously authored, a rambling exposé accusing Thorne Industries of exploiting local workers, paying them meager wages, and ignoring environmental regulations. It alleged that the company was using aggressive tactics to suppress dissent and silence whistleblowers. The evidence was circumstantial, mostly hearsay and grainy photos, but it was a starting point.

Ethan delved deeper, using his limited hacking skills to try and verify the claims. He accessed publicly available records, environmental impact reports, and local news articles. He saw discrepancies, subtle but telling inconsistencies that hinted at a cover-up. The official reports painted a rosy picture of sustainable mining and community development, but the anonymous blog post told a different story – a story of exploitation and environmental degradation.

He then decided to focus on Thorne's personal investments, hoping to uncover any illegal activity. He used his probability sight to analyze financial filings, real estate transactions, and shell corporations. This was more complex, a labyrinthine web of offshore accounts and convoluted deals.

"Investment potentially linked to tax evasion: Probability 42%," blinked a notification beside a particularly obscure holding company in the Cayman Islands. Ethan clicked on it, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He traced the money trail, following the digital breadcrumbs through a maze of transactions. It was slow, tedious work, but he was driven by a burning desire for justice, and a healthy dose of revenge.

Days blurred into nights as Ethan worked tirelessly, fueled by caffeine and righteous anger. He barely slept, neglecting his hygiene and subsisting on instant ramen. His apartment became a chaotic mess of empty energy drink cans, discarded pizza boxes, and tangled cables.

His probability sight led him to a series of troubling discoveries. Thorne Industries was allegedly involved in predatory lending schemes targeting low-income communities, pushing vulnerable families into debt and foreclosing on their homes. They were also accused of manipulating energy prices, driving up costs for consumers while raking in massive profits.

Ethan felt a growing sense of disgust. Thorne wasn't just a successful businessman; he was a parasite, feeding off the misery of others. The carefully crafted image of a visionary philanthropist was a lie, a carefully constructed mask concealing a ruthless and avaricious soul.

As he dug deeper, he began to notice patterns. Thorne's exploitation always targeted the vulnerable – the poor, the marginalized, the voiceless. He saw a callous disregard for human dignity, a willingness to sacrifice anything and anyone for the sake of profit.

He felt a surge of empathy for the victims, their stories resonating with his own sense of helplessness and insignificance. He had been dismissed and overlooked, treated as disposable. Now, he had the power to fight back, to expose Thorne's crimes and bring him to justice.

One evening, while investigating a suspicious land deal, Ethan stumbled upon something particularly disturbing. The probability sight flashed an urgent warning: "Potential human trafficking operation linked to Thorne Industries: Probability 85%."

His blood ran cold. Human trafficking. The thought was sickening, repulsive. He clicked on the link, his hands trembling. The evidence was circumstantial, but the implications were terrifying. Thorne Industries was allegedly using its logistics network to transport vulnerable women across state lines, forcing them into prostitution.

Ethan felt a wave of nausea. This was beyond simple corporate greed; this was pure evil. He knew he had to act, but he also knew that exposing this would be incredibly dangerous. Thorne had vast resources and a ruthless network of lawyers and enforcers. He wouldn't hesitate to silence anyone who threatened his empire.

He considered contacting the authorities, but he wasn't sure who he could trust. Thorne had influence everywhere, and there was a chance that the police were already compromised. He needed to gather more evidence, to build a case that was airtight and undeniable.

He decided to reach out to someone he trusted, someone who had a strong moral compass and a deep understanding of the law. He thought of his old friend, Sarah, a public defender who dedicated her life to fighting for the underdog. He hadn't spoken to her in years, but he knew she would listen.

He composed a carefully worded email, outlining his findings and asking for her advice. He didn't mention the Genesis System or his newfound abilities; he knew she wouldn't believe him. He simply presented the evidence he had gathered, hoping she would see the truth.

He hit send, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he was taking a risk, but he couldn't stand idly by while Thorne continued to exploit and abuse the innocent. He had to do something, even if it meant putting himself in danger.

As he waited for Sarah's response, he continued to delve deeper into Thorne's web, uncovering more and more evidence of corruption and exploitation. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of deceit, but he refused to give up. He had a purpose now, a reason to fight. He was no longer just a struggling coder working dead-end jobs; he was a force for justice, armed with a bizarre system and a burning desire to bring down the man who had wronged him. The Glitch God was rising, one probability error at a time.