Novels by Varjomies

Zane drove his taxi across the long suspension bridge leading toward the glittering financial district, the steel cables humming faintly in the afternoon wind. Below, the river reflected the city lights like shards of broken glass.His final target was no ordinary businessman, but Silas Vane, CEO of Global Trust Bank. Silas was the “treasurer” behind the scenes who managed The Hell Corp’s massive cash flow, ensuring their funds flowed smoothly across borders without raising suspicion.If Silas switched sides, The Hell Corp would be paralyzed overnight, as all their assets would be frozen and their expansion plans would crumble instantly.However, Silas was a very cunning man. He worshipped only one thing: the numbers on his account balance. Loyalty meant nothing to him if it didn’t multiply his wealth. He was known in elite circles as a man who could sell his own shadow if the price was right.Zane arrived at Silas’s private penthouse at the top of a towering skyscraper. The building’

Zane stared at his phone screen with a sharp gaze. It was a message from his employee.“Sir, Dixon has just signed a partnership with The Hell Corp. He has invited the entire media to celebrate the ‘collapse’ of Chrizen Corp’s dominance this afternoon.”Zane let out an irritated snort. Dixon. The very mention of his name infuriated him. He was Louis’ friend. When Dixon had gone bankrupt in the past, it was Louis—through Chrizen Corp’s support—who had helped him recover.And now, he was celebrating Chrizen Corp’s downfall.He would have to pay the price.“You insolent bastard.” Zane tightened his grip on his phone.“You want to celebrate my downfall, traitor?” Zane muttered as he turned the ignition key of his taxi. “Then let’s give you an unforgettable show.”---The Grand Ballroom was filled with flashing cameras and buzzing reporters.Dixon stood proudly on stage, dressed in a suit worth thousands of dollars, a triumphant smile plastered across his face. Beside him stood Hansel from

Zane drove his taxi to the upscale northern district, where Vancamp Corp.’s skyscraper stood proudly with its sharp, futuristic architecture—much like the personality of its owner, Elena Vancamp.Elena was known as the “Ice Queen” of the business world. She cared nothing for drama, had no regard for old connections, and most terrifyingly, she harbored a fierce hatred for men she perceived as weak.In the main lobby, Zane was confronted by four burly security guards.“Taxi drivers are not allowed in the executive elevator area,” one of them said condescendingly.Zane did not respond angrily. He simply held up his phone, displaying a gold-colored digital code—private access granted only to the highest-ranking partners of Chrizen Corp.“Tell Elena that Christopher’s envoy is here to see her,” Zane said coldly.“Understood,” the guard replied.Moments later, the office door opened, revealing a spacious room with a breathtaking view of the city skyline. Elena sat behind a large glass desk,

Zane exited the elevator with a relaxed expression. He felt calm after acquiring the Sales Professional attribute. It made completing missions significantly easier.However, as soon as he stepped into the lobby, he was met with a crowd of reporters and men in black uniforms filling the entire space. At the center stood Hansel, the vice-CEO of The Hell Corp, arrogantly answering questions from the press.Hansel’s attention quickly shifted to Zane. He looked him up and down before grinning sarcastically.“Are you here to betray Christopher now, or did he send you to beg Jaden?” Hansel sneered.All the cameras immediately turned toward Zane, but he remained completely unfazed.“Poor Christopher. His office exploded. Is he now sending his assistant to beg Jaden Wyatt?” Hansel added mockingly.The reporters laughed along with him. Camera flashes burst directly in Zane’s face.“Listen, Zane,” Hansel said as he stepped forward. He deliberately pulled out a $100 bill and dropped it on the flo

Zane had just stepped into his taxi when the phone in his jacket pocket vibrated briefly. A message had come in.[You can’t beat me, Mr. Christopher. So just give up.]Zane tightened his grip on his phone. His teeth clenched. It seemed that the owner of The Hell was watching his every move.“Bastard,” Zane muttered under his breath. He was extremely curious about the arrogant owner of The Hell, but he didn’t have time to investigate.He had to secure all his partners.The name Jaden Wyatt crossed his mind.Thirty minutes later, Zane arrived at Wyatt Corp’s headquarters. Without an appointment, he stormed inside, ignoring the secretary who was calling after him hysterically, and kicked open the door to Jaden’s office.Jaden Wyatt stood by the large window with his back to the door. He didn’t seem surprised.“You’re ten minutes later than I expected, Mr. Christopher,” Jaden said without turning around. His voice was deep and laced with contempt.“I’m not here for small talk, Jaden. You

Zane jogged after Avery, who was just about to enter her luxury sedan in the grand marble lobby. The polished floor reflected the glittering chandelier above, and the faint scent of expensive perfume lingered in the air.is steps felt lighter than before, almost effortless, and a strange aura seemed to emanate from his every movement—the subtle yet undeniable effect of the Sales Professional skill he had just acquired.“Avery, wait!” Zane called out, his voice firm but controlled.Avery stopped mid-step, one hand already resting on the car door handle. She inhaled sharply, her shoulders rising and falling as she fought her irritation. When she turned around, her face was visibly annoyed, her red satin dress shimmering under the lobby lights. “Zane, I told you, my decision is final. Don’t make yourself look even more pathetic.”Zane didn’t get angry. The old him might have snapped back defensively, but now he simply smiled faintly—a calm, confident smile that somehow sent a faint shive

"Grandpa, I came back here because I want Grandpa to teach Dramon to control that mysterious power! Because I'm sure, Dramon will be able to beat Roxy with his abilities! Because just yesterday, Dramon overwhelmed Roxy when they fought!" Zarlia kept on babbling as he recounted the tension of the fierce battle."So you want to use Dramon just to fulfill your ambition?"Zarlia fell silent.Xior sighed wearily. "I have said many times that I give that power for good, not for revenge! Don't you understand?""I did, Grandpa! I've always been loyal to helping people with my strength during my travels! However, I can't accept the death of my family due to Roxy's cruelty! She must die!""It's useless if you expect Dramon to succeed in killing Roxy even though he is the strongest demon in the world.""Why?!" Zarlia was disappointed."Because Dramon will lose if he uses his powers for revenge. Because anger will make him short-lived. Even though he seems strong at first, he will eventually lose

"Where are you going, Smelly Child?"Dramon stopped when he was confronted by five of Grandfather's disciples. He was surprised to hear them cursing at him. Even though they were very kind when they welcomed his arrival yesterday. Dramon thought they could accept his condition, which always gave off a rotten smell like carrion.However, all of that is just hypocrisy."I'm will leaving here.""Finally, we don't have to hold our breath and pretend to be friendly with you anymore.""Pretend? What do you mean?" Dramon was surprised."Before you came, Grandpa had told us to be nice or not to show a vomiting expression around you." Drogba chuckled evilly.Dramon lowered sadly. His suspicion was correct that Grandpa was forced to accept it because of Zarlia's request."You don't worry. I promise I won't come here again."Dramon passed them and left."Dramon! Wait!" Azeta ran after the boy while crying loudly.Dramon was forced to turn to his second friend. His heart hurt seeing the girl cry.

Zarlia was busy cooking in the kitchen. After living alone, the little girl could do any job that adults often do."Zarlia."The young girl turned when she heard Grandfather calling her. "Ya?""Can I talk to you?"Zarlia was surprised to see Grandpa's expression. He was a little tense and worried, but Zarlia tried to smile. "Of course.""I will be waiting for you on the terrace.""Alright."Grandpa Xior left Zarlia while the girl rushed to clean up all her cooking utensils before following Grandpa.After finishing, Zarlia went straight to meet Grandpa.The young girl found Xior pensive while looking up at the sky. Zarlia approached Grandpa, who was standing with his back to him."What did Grandpa want to talk to me about?" Zarlia was a bit tense. Maybe Grandfather would reprimand him for a mistake.Grandpa took a deep breath before looking at Zarlia seriously. "Since when did you become friends with Dramon? And where did you meet him?"Zarlia frowned in confusion until she was silent

Night's getting late. Zarlia and Dramon sat cross-legged around the bonfire. The girl was busy burning the fried fish she had just caught. Occasionally he glanced at Dramon, who kept pensive."Eat this." Zarlia handed the grilled fish to Dramon. Dramon stared at the fish. Because of his selfishness and fish, he lost his life support."I'm not hungry," said Dramon coldly."Ck! I know you're grieving! But you can't starve to death. If you die, we won't be able to carry out the revenge mission!" Zarlia protested.Dramon looked at Zarlia sarcastically. "Shut up! I won't eat! Are you deaf?!"Zarlia was wide-eyed, not expecting Dramon would dare to snap at her. He immediately remembered when the boy had a tantrum earlier. Now, she can no longer curse Dramon just like that if he doesn't want it to end badly."I'm sorry. I was just worried about you getting sick. It's fine if you don't want to." Zarlia ate the fish alone."I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you.""No problem." Zarlia smiled

"Mother... don't fight him. He is a strong man. We will die." Dramon tugged at his hand to escape."Go away, Dramon!""No. I'm not going to leave you!" Dramon said firmly. Even though the boy was a loser, he wouldn't let his mother die."Don't be stubborn at a time like this, Dramon! Go and take cover!"Saffia turned to Zarlia. "You must be Dramon's friend, right? Please take him as far away from here as possible!""Alright." Saffia pulled Dramon's hand forcibly as he struggled."Let me go! I'm not going to leave my mother!" Dramon was crying hysterically."Don't disobey your mother!" "Don't worry. I will definitely let you guys meet Ozel!" Roxy smiled mockingly."Get ready to go to hell to catch up with Ozel!" Roxy attacks Saffia.There was a fierce battle between them.Saffia ran while shooting the vicious man with thousands of arrows. However, his attacks always missed and didn't manage to hurt Roxy.Roxy drew the Dark Dragon sword from its scabbard and chased after Sapphire. Roxy

Luckily no human has power beyond him, so he destroys every human who wants to free his brother so that he can fellowship easily. Usually, humans wish to cooperate with the Dark Dragon because they are jealous of their brothers. Just like what happened between the White Dragon and the Dark Dragon.However, the White Dragon and the Human loved each other like brothers and friends. However, the White Dragon knows that humans can die and cannot be together forever like his eternally aged self. Because of that, the White Dragon entered into a blood pact. He gives some of his blood to humans so that the blood of the two flows until they have the same genes. So that the children who become the descendants of his human partners can inherit his covenant and power forever so that the White Dragon Demon is created.Because humans can be trusted, he allows himself to transform into a magic sword to be used to eradicate the evil generated by hatred and allows himself to fall asleep."Actually, w