Keith pulled out his phone with calm deliberation, pressing Viola's contact while ensuring the speaker was activated for everyone in the ICU to hear clearly."Viola, I need you to handle something immediately," Keith said with quiet authority as the call connected."Of course, Keith," Viola's professional voice came through the speaker crystal clear. "What do you need?""I want three doctors at St. Augustine Memorial Hospital terminated from their positions effective immediately," Keith stated calmly. "Dr. Peterson, Dr. Williams, and Dr. Jeremy Morrison."The three doctors stared at the phone in growing horror as they realized Keith was actually making the call they had mocked him for threatening."Terminated?" Dr. Peterson sputtered. "You can't be serious!""Consider it done," Viola replied without hesitation. "I'll contact the hospital board within the next five minutes. Their termination notices will be processed immediately.""Wait!" Dr. Morrison screamed, dropping to his knees on

Keith maintained his composure despite the escalating hostility. "Ms. Sterling, if you would simply grant me access to check my account balance, this entire situation could be resolved quickly."Ms. Sterling's laughter was sharp and cruel, drawing even more attention from the bank's wealthy clientele. "Account balance? You delusional fool! Only billionaires have accounts with Multi Wealth Bank!"Her voice rose to a shriek that echoed off the marble walls. "Do you see a single person in this lobby who looks like they shop at discount stores? Everyone here is worth more than entire city blocks!"The security guard stepped closer to Keith with obvious reluctance. "Sir, please cooperate with me here. Just walk out peacefully before this situation gets worse."His voice carried genuine concern. "If I cause any more problems by letting you stay, I could lose my job. I've got a family to feed."Keith turned to the nervous guard with understanding. "I assure you, I'm not here to cause trouble

Keith emerged from Multi Wealth Bank feeling satisfied with his successful financial maneuvers, the cool evening air providing a refreshing contrast to the bank's stuffy atmosphere.As he walked toward the parking area where his Mercedes waited, a weak voice called out from the shadows near the building's corner."Miracle Maker!" the voice croaked desperately. "Miracle Maker, please help me!"Keith froze in his tracks, shock coursing through his body like ice water.How does someone know that identity? he thought with growing alarm. I've been extremely careful to keep that secret.He turned toward the source of the voice and saw an elderly man lying on the dirty pavement, his clothes tattered and filthy, his face gaunt with obvious illness and malnutrition."Please, Miracle Maker!" the old man continued, his voice growing weaker with each word."I know who you are! I know about your powers!"Keith approached cautiously, his mind racing with questions and concerns."Who are you? How do

Keith paced around his villa's study for several minutes, his mind churning with possibilities and strategies. Finally, curiosity overcame his pride, and he picked up his phone to dial Marcus Chen's number."Marcus," Keith said when the call connected, forcing his voice to sound defeated. "I've been thinking about your offer.""Oh, have you now?" Marcus replied with obvious delight. "How quickly the mighty have fallen! I knew you'd see reason eventually!"His laughter was sharp and mocking. "Tell me, Keith, how does it feel to realize you're completely powerless without that little stone hanging around your neck?"Keith gritted his teeth but maintained his act. "You've made your point, Marcus. I'm ready to cooperate.""Ready to cooperate?" Marcus's voice rose with triumphant glee. "You mean you're ready to surrender! Ready to become my personal miracle worker!"The satisfaction in his tone was nauseating. "I have to admit, Keith, I'm impressed by how quickly you've accepted your new r

Keith faced the ten mercenaries with grim determination, his reduced power making every movement feel heavier than usual. The first attacker lunged at him with a tactical knife, but Keith deflected the blade and delivered a precise strike to the man's solar plexus."Take him down!" the lead mercenary shouted. "He's weakened from that lightning blast!""Easier said than done!" another mercenary grunted as Keith's fist connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling.The fight was brutal and exhausting. Keith's sixty-five percent power level forced him to rely more on skill than raw strength, making each exchange more dangerous and demanding."He's slowing down!" one of the attackers called out. "Press the advantage!"But Keith's combat experience proved superior to their numbers. One by one, he systematically defeated each mercenary until they lay groaning on the forest floor around him.Finally, Keith thought with relief, wiping blood from a cut on his lip. Now I can get out of here and