I Am Not A Loser, But A Quadrillionaire!
“Sarah!” Robin’s voice cracked, raw with betrayal. “After everything I did for you? The bone marrow donation—”
Sarah rolled her eyes dramatically, her laughter sharp and dismissive. “Oh, please. Did you really think I cared about you? You were just… convenient.”
Marcus moved to stand beside her, draping an arm around her shoulders. “Tell him about the face you made when he thought you actually liked him back. That story kills at parties.”
The laughter between them burned through Robin’s veins. Every memory of their time together—every smile, every touch, every whispered promise—twisted into something ugly and false.
“You used me…” Robin whispered, the truth finally sinking in.
Sarah tilted her head, her expression cold and mocking. “Obviously. Let me spell it out for you, since you’re too dense to get it.”
She stepped closer, her voice dripping with contempt. "I only kept you around because your bone marrow matched mine. Now that I'm cured, you're about as useful as yesterday's garbage. But look on the bright side – at least some part of you turned out to be useful. More than we can say for the rest!"
After donating his bone marrow to save Sarah's life, Robin discovers their relationship was nothing but a cruel joke. Beaten and left for dead in a kennel of vicious guard dogs, his mysterious family ring suddenly activates, revealing his true heritage as heir to America's most powerful shadow organization!
With supernatural abilities and unimaginable wealth as Eagle Industries' new CEO, Robin would show them what happens when you mistake kindness for weakness. After all, when you've been treated like a dog, sometimes you have to bare your fangs to survive!
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Chapter: Chapter 97Robin drew in another breath and began to hum again. This time, the sound that left his lips was sharper, colder. The tone carried a bone-deep chill, like the howling wind of a frozen mountain pass. As his humming deepened, a strange sight began to unfold. Thin frost spread over his arms and shoulders, faint crystals forming along the edges of his robes. The temperature in the room seemed to plummet. It was as though the very life was being drained from him, freezing him from the inside out.Sheila’s heart twisted painfully at the sight. Terror flickered in her eyes. What is he doing? What kind of life-threatening art is this?But Robin remained unmoved. His jaw locked tight, his face pale with strain, and his hands moved with unwavering precision. Another golden needle shimmered between his fingers, trembling to the rhythm of the haunting hum before driving into Lena’s chest, right at the point known in the ancient art as The Gate of Breath, the key to reigniting life in the lungs.
Last Updated: 2025-11-08
Chapter: Chapter 96A forbidden art?Never attempted before?Only a one percent chance of success?Each word from Robin seemed to drain the color from Chester’s face. His heart sank like a stone. Certainly because it was a forbidden art and its chance of success—that was the reason the art had never been tried before. So, if the odds were that low, how could Mr. Ramsey be sure it would even work? Still… as hopeless as it sounded, there was at least a sliver of possibility—and that was enough to cling to. Swallowing hard, Chester turned to Robin, his voice unsteady but earnest. “If… if it fails, what happens to my Miss?”“She’ll be gone forever,” Robin said plainly.Chester’s knees nearly buckled. His hands trembled, and his throat tightened as tears stung his eyes. He’d never known fear like this before, not even when he was facing the thugs from Abyssal Dominion.“H-how confident are you that it’ll work?” he managed to ask, his voice breaking.“I won’t know until I try."That vague answer made Chester’
Last Updated: 2025-11-05
Chapter: Chapter 95“What?” Robin’s words struck the room like a bolt of lightning. For a moment, it was as if time itself froze. The air grew still—so still that the only sound that could be heard was the quickened breaths of everyone present. Raise someone from the dead? That was madness. No one—no doctor, no scientist—had ever accomplished such a feat. It defied logic, defied everything they knew about life and death. Besides, Robin wasn’t a miracle worker, and he certainly wasn’t a priest, that they'd say he'll perform a miracle, so just how could such a thing be possible? “That’s absurd!” Julian barked, his voice breaking through the heavy silence. “When has anyone ever brought the dead back to life? Do you think you’re some kind of god? Hah! What a joke! You’re nothing but a liar running your mouth!” But then, as if something suddenly clicked in his mind, his words halted. His eyes narrowed sharply, and a sly sneer curved his lips. “Oh, I get it now,” he said darkly. “You’re just saying thi
Last Updated: 2025-11-01
Chapter: Chapter 94The door to Lena's ward swung open and Chester, Robin and the rest walked in.At a corner sat Julian with his legs crossed, his expression nonchalant as if he owned the place. On sighting Robin, a sneer curled his lips. The punk was finally here. But he didn’t bother to stand to greet him—instead, he lounged deeper into his chair. Why would he greet him? The brat was his peer. If anything, he should be the one to greet him. This was the same reason he refused to go down with the others to welcome Robin. He felt such things were beneath him.No one paid him much attention anyway. As soon as they entered, Chester quickly led Robin to the bed. “Please, Mr. Ramsey,” he gestured nervously.“Really clinging to the hope that someone can wake the dead?” Julian remarked snidely, chuckling sarcastically. “I’ve never seen people so delusional.”“Julian, respect yourself!” Clara scowled.“Haha," he chuckled, completely unfazed. “I just can’t wait for your hopes to be crushed.” How sweet it would
Last Updated: 2025-09-16
Chapter: Chapter 93Sheila didn’t protest, sensing the urgency in Robin’s tone. As much as she disliked the idea of him being in the same building with that girl, she knew she couldn’t control his every move, especially when the matter seemed pretty urgent. Besides, it wasn’t as if he seemed to care about Clara that much anyway. With a small nod, she gripped the wheel tighter and swung the car around, heading back toward the hospital.It took a little over an hour before they finally pulled up outside. Sheila had driven as fast as she could, but considering the distance they’d already covered, the return trip naturally took just as long.At the hospital entrance, Clara, Walter, and Chester stood waiting. Chester paced restlessly, checking his watch again and again, unable to stay still for more than a few moments. His anxiety was written all over his face. "Are you sure he’s really coming?" he asked, his voice tight."You’ve asked me that more than twenty times in the last hour, Mr. Chester," Clara repli
Last Updated: 2025-09-15
Chapter: Chapter 92A heavy silence hung in the air as the call started ringing. Julian stared at Clara, stunned she’d actually gone through with it. Was being with him so unbearable that she’d rather pin her hopes on something impossible? He couldn't tell how he felt. But the sudden pain in his chest was unbearable. In Sheila's car, the vehicle was silent as it navigated the streets. Both figures appeared to be deep in their respective thoughts.Just then, the sound of a ringing tone cut through the air, shattering the silence.Robin picked up his phone, frowning at the unknown number. After a brief hesitation, he answered and put it on speaker, too tired to hold the phone to his ear.Just as he did, Clara's voice sounded through the speakers: "Hello, Robin."Sheila's gaze instantly snapped toward the phone, her brows narrowing. Wasn't that the voice of that girl back at the hospital? Why was she calling Robin? Had she not already make it clear Robin was hers?Meanwhile, Robin, hearing the voice, furro
Last Updated: 2025-09-14
