All Chapters of Legacy System: Rise Of The Richest Man: Chapter 101
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LS: 101
The air had grown heavy after Yuan’s death.The fog pressed down on everything — a dull gray that swallowed the light and dimmed every sound except the faint echoes of the distant whistle that had stolen his life.No one spoke for a while.William stood silently beside the fallen pilot’s body, his sword resting against the ground, the faint glow from its blade fading slowly into the mist. Around him, the others gathered with downcast eyes.Brandon clenched his fists tightly. His veins bulged under his skin, his jaw set so hard that it seemed it could crack. Anita sat on the ground beside Yuan, her hands stained with his blood, her face pale and motionless.Victoria wiped her tears but they kept returning. The twins stood together, shivering quietly, afraid to look at anyone.The silence dragged on.It was William who finally broke it.“We can’t stay here,” he said, his voice calm but cold. “This fog isn’t still. It moves with purpose.”Brandon looked up. “You’re saying it’s alive?”Wi
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The air was thick and heavy, pressing down like an unseen weight. Every breath burned slightly in the lungs, filled with the foul taste of decay and smoke. The thick white fog rolled endlessly, stretching in every direction until it swallowed the horizon. William moved silently at the front, his boots crunching over shattered glass and damp soil. His grip on the sword was steady, its blade faintly glowing under the dense mist.Behind him, the group followed—Brandon with his rifle slung across his chest, jaw tight with frustration; Anita, the sniper, her sharp eyes scanning the hazy edges even though the fog limited her view to barely ten meters. The air was eerily quiet now, far too quiet compared to the chaos that had consumed the last few hours.The death of Yuan still hung in their chests like a heavy anchor.William hadn’t said a word since they buried what remained of him behind a broken wall near the wrecked helicopter. The man had sacrificed himself to save Anita, pushing her o
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The fog trembled.The air thickened until it felt alive, humming with a deep vibration that rattled through bones and metal alike. William’s grip on his flaming sword tightened, the flames curling higher around the blade as the ancient voice slithered through the haze again—low, guttural, resonant, like a chorus of a thousand whispers forced through one monstrous throat.“Finally…” it breathed, the sound echoing across the shattered ruins, vibrating through every stone. “…you’ve come, flame-bearer.”The words rippled like waves of pressure, warping the very air. Anita fell to one knee, clutching her ears, her sniper clattering to the ground. Brandon grunted, blood dripping down his chin, the sound pressing against him like invisible weight. Even the fog itself seemed to recoil, coiling and writhing as if the voice had shape and mass.William stood unmoved. His eyes gleamed faintly orange as the fire within him flickered brighter, reacting instinctively to the entity’s presence. He sta
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The monster began to move, its steps sending shockwaves across the landscape. The building William had crashed into began to collapse. For a heartbeat, all was chaos—the sound of stone breaking, the tremor of a titan’s rage, the smell of ash.Then a streak of light tore through the dust.William burst out from the rubble, his armor of flames reigniting around him. His eyes glowed bright orange, his aura rising like a storm. The fire roared so loud it drowned even the creature’s growl.“Not done yet,” he said quietly.He vanished.Reappeared above the creature’s head.Brought the sword down.The strike was so fast that the air itself ignited. The flames turned white-hot, slicing through one of the creature’s horns cleanly. The horn exploded midair, disintegrating into molten fragments that rained like meteors.The creature screamed—a sound that shook the fog apart in a single burst.“You dare wound me!” it thundered, slamming both fists into the ground. A massive ripple of molten energ
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The air trembled.The heavens roared.And in the middle of the fog city, where the very earth seemed to hold its breath, William and the ancient being finally collided.A thunderous impact split the world apart. The ground beneath them shattered like glass, sending waves of destruction rippling through the ruined streets. Crumbling towers toppled, devoured by clouds of dust and debris as energy surged outward in waves, tearing apart everything in its path.The fog scattered, vaporized under the sheer force of their power.William’s sword, blazing with blue and red flames, clashed against the monstrous claws of the ancient being — a thing of darkness and fire, its form ever-changing, twisting with the faces of the dead. Its eyes were crimson abysses, and every movement it made seemed to carry the weight of forgotten gods.“YOU… DEFY… THE END,” the creature’s voice thundered, shaking the entire world. Its tone was like the growl of a dying star, filled with infinite rage and sorrow.Wil
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The world had never been so quiet.Not since the first day of the apocalypse.For a long moment after the fall of the fog city, everything stood still — as if the earth itself was trying to understand what had just happened. The wind blew softly across the ruins, carrying the scent of smoke and dust, whispering through the silence like an echo of forgotten souls.But then… something changed.A faint ripple spread across the air — unseen but deeply felt. It began at the crater where the fog city once stood and then moved outward, racing across the world like a pulse of light.The clouds above shifted, parting as rays of sunlight began to pierce through them.All over the world, in the remnants of cities that had been devoured by chaos, the fog began to fade. Slowly, softly, like a breath being released. The gray haze that had smothered the land for months dissolved into thin air, revealing broken streets and half-buried cars.And along those streets… the dead began to move.Zombies tha
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A sharp light flickered before William’s eyes as the familiar scent of expensive air freshener filled his lungs. He blinked once, twice—then his gaze swept across the elegant, quiet hotel room. The soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint glow of the evening sun through the curtains replaced the chaos that had once filled his ears.He was back.For a moment, he just stood there, breathing heavily. His reflection stared back at him from the mirror on the opposite wall—his hair disheveled, his clothes burnt and torn at the edges, his eyes still carrying the faint crimson flame of battle. His entire body felt heavy, but the silence was comforting. The war… the screams… the endless fog—gone.William exhaled, long and slow. “It’s over,” he muttered to himself.He took a few shaky steps toward the table and sank into the soft chair, his body finally giving in to exhaustion. The battle in Fog City had taken everything he had. The image of fire swallowing the monstrous entity, the scream
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The car sped through the main road, gliding past the sleeping edges of the city. The air outside shimmered faintly under the morning sun, and the skyline grew sharper the farther they drove.William sat quietly in the back seat, his eyes focused on the passing scenery. His reflection flickered faintly against the glass — calm, unreadable, yet holding the silent weight of everything he had gone through.The men in the front said nothing. The only sound was the steady rhythm of the tires against the asphalt.After nearly an hour, the car began to slow. Ahead stood a massive gate of black steel, framed by tall walls of white marble. Beyond it, a mansion sprawled across the hillside, its design both modern and ancient — the kind of place that spoke of both wealth and power.The gate opened automatically as they approached. The car rolled through a long path surrounded by trimmed lawns, silent fountains, and rare flowers that swayed lightly in the breeze. Everything about the place felt in
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The morning came slowly.A soft orange glow crept through the tall glass windows of Ethan’s mansion, spilling faint light over polished floors and quiet halls. The house that had felt so alive last night now stood silent, as though holding its breath.William was already awake. He stood by the window of his guest room, dressed in a black combat jacket and dark boots. His hair was damp from a quick shower, and his eyes reflected the same quiet fire that had burned since Fog City.Below, the courtyard shimmered under the morning mist. Two helicopters waited on the landing pad, their blades gleaming faintly in the rising sun.A knock came.He turned.Mirabel stepped in, her long coat swaying lightly behind her. Her dark hair was tied up now, exposing the sharp lines of her face. There was no trace of the celebrity glamour she was known for—only calm readiness.“Ethan said the transport’s ready,” she said.William nodded once. “Then let’s go.”They walked through the long hallway in silen
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The air was tense inside Ethan’s mansion.After a short briefing, William and Mirabel were led to an underground room built like a command center. Screens filled the walls, showing different locations—burning cities, fleeing civilians, and in the middle of them all, a massive shadow that looked like it could swallow the earth.That was the Demon Lord.Its arrival had turned Urgyt into a land of chaos. The skies were red, and the ground cracked like boiling glass.Ethan stood before the screen, his arms crossed. “You two are the only active system holders in this continent. Others are either injured or missing. If Urgyt falls, the demonic energy will spread across borders. Humanity will collapse again.”William’s eyes were calm. “So, we stop it.”Mirabel nodded beside him, her face serious but still glowing under the dim light. “I’ve fought monsters, but this... this feels different.”“It is,” Ethan replied. “This isn’t like your previous missions. This demon has intelligence and contr