All Chapters of Elijah Schwarzenger Rises To Power: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
68 chapters
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Elijah, a young man in his mid-twenties, burst through the hospital’s glass doors, his chest rising and falling with desperate gasps. Sweat matted his jet-black hair to his forehead as his sharp, dusty eyes scanned the pristine reception area with urgency. He looked as though he had sprinted a mile barefoot on gravel roads just to get there.Despite his strikingly chiselled jawline, sculpted physique, and sun-kissed skin that hinted at hours of labor under the unforgiving sun, it was his clothes that caught the attention of the reception nurse and the waiting patients.An oversized, faded hoodie clung to his muscular frame, torn at the elbows. His jeans were threadbare at the knees, stained and fraying, held up by a rope he used as a makeshift belt. “Please!” he pleaded as he rushed up to the counter. “I need to see someone. Right now. It’s urgent!”The nurse behind the reception desk looked up from her monitor, her perfectly drawn eyebrows arching in disapproval. In her late thirties
Last Updated : 2025-07-08
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The sharp screech of tires shattered the tense silence outside Futuriux Police Headquarters. A dusty Toyota police van jerked to a stop, kicking up gravel and smoke before its back doors swung open.Elijah was yanked out like garbage. His face was bruised, his shirt clung to his back with sweat and blood, and one of his slippers had gone missing somewhere along the rough ride. The guards held him roughly on both sides, dragging his weakened frame across the yard toward the station doors.Inside the police station, the bright lights illuminated the room, and the ceiling fan spun slowly, like a lazy predator watching its prey. Behind the station counter sat two officers—one male, half-asleep and stirring coffee with a Bic pen cap, and a woman who chewed gum as if it owed her money.Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of Elijah’s dishevelled figure, and then she grinned.“Officer,” she said to the guard who walked in first, “don’t tell me you’ve arrested a madman this time.”The two g
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“Wake up, newcomer. It's morning already." A voice, accompanied by aggressive patting on his shoulders, jolted Elijah awake.He shivered slightly, not expecting to open his eyes and see a rough-faced man breathing heavily, as if he were a dog. Irritation crossed Elijah's face as he wondered why someone would be breathing that way so early in the morning."What do you want? Can you please step back a little?" he asked politely, covering his nose, unable to cope with the volatile odor emanating from the man's mouth as he turned his head to the side.The man laughed at Elijah's arrogance. "If it were up to me, I'd have beaten you black and blue for speaking to me like that, but the boss ordered me to call you over. You don't want to miss your orientation, kid.""Orientation?" Elijah scoffed, recalling what the bald man had mentioned the night before about initiation and rituals."But I'm not interested in the orientation. Can't you guys just leave me alone?" Elijah snapped, his voice ris
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Elijah paced back and forth in the dimly lit reception area of the prison headquarters, his bare feet tapping against the cold concrete. The walls still smelled like rust and old ink, but the confusion clouding his mind was far more overwhelming.Why am I here? Why didn’t they throw me back in my cell?He glanced at the ticking wall clock. Twenty minutes. That was how long he had been pacing like a goat tied to a short rope. The officer at the counter kept his head buried in a logbook, pretending Elijah wasn’t even breathing.“Officer,” Elijah finally said, stepping closer. “Please, just be honest with me—am I about to be executed or something?”The officer looked up, his expression flat. “Calm down. You’re not going to die. All is well.”Elijah’s brow furrowed. The phrase "all is well" stabbed at his heart like a hot knife.Just as he was about to speak again, heavy footsteps thundered down the hallway. A squad of fully armed guards marched into the reception area as if they were sec
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The tension in the room grew sharper with every passing second as Maestro focused his gaze on the ceramic tiles on the floor, carefully monitoring the patterns, hoping they would magically inspire a new way to persuade Elijah. He was out of ideas for now.Noticing that none of the police officers were paying full attention to him, Elijah sat back down, the photograph still clutched loosely in his hand, his eyes darting between the mysterious butler and the guards, who seemed to treat him like royalty.Maestro exhaled slowly, straightening his suit. "I need a DNA test. Immediately."Elijah blinked. "What?" The look on his face suggested he had just heard something utterly horrific and confusing."I won’t convince you with words, Eli," Maestro said. "I need proof—something your heart and your eyes won’t be able to deny."He turned to the officer beside him. "Prepare the prison medical wing. I want this done cleanly and without interference."The officer nodded and picked up the phone.E
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Maestro set his pen down and leaned back, thoughtfully observing Elijah as he exhaled deeply. After two decades of waiting, he had finally located him, and he was concerned that allowing him to go out alone could lead to negative consequences. “Do you know where you're headed?” he finally asked, his fingers drumming an impatient rhythm on the polished wooden table, the sound echoing across the room. Elijah sat back, folding his arms with a sense of determination. “If it’s true that the richest man in the country is my father, then I must find my way to the opulent Schwarzenger estate, I guess." He recalled a night stroll with Ruthila when they were wandering the streets, hand in hand. She had mentioned that the richest man in the country owned the Schwarzenger estate and how she wished she could act in the grand and lavish surroundings, even if just for a scene. Maestro nodded and leaned forward. “You don’t even know where it is, do you?” Elijah glanced down, staring at nothing i
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A cab hummed quietly along the polished asphalt, slicing through the outskirts of San Dicevey City. Elijah leaned back in the seat, gazing out the window at the sprawling landscape flashing by.The streets shimmered in the late morning sun, and for the first time in his life, a sense of freedom washed over him. He wasn’t in a rush; he had nowhere to be… yet everything had changed.He felt like he owned a part of the world now. Everything had gradually fallen into place for him. As they drove along, he watched the silent road bordered by businesses and cars. His eyes fell on a luxury showroom—floor-to-ceiling glass panels framed a lineup of gleaming vehicles, their sleek bodies practically begging to be driven.Elijah took his time, staring at each car until his gaze landed on a Toyota Grand Highlander Hybrid. "Not bad," he mused hopefully. "But if my esteemed father permits me, I would love to go for the Mercedes EQS Sedan.""Sir…” the driver's voice cut through his thoughts.Elijah b
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The conference room of the Schwarzenger estate was a monument carved into silent opulence. The air was cool and conditioned, carrying a trace of cologne and the scent of old, expensive paper. Massive glass windows stretched across the far side, overlooking a trimmed Zen garden, complete with slow-moving fountains and polished black stones arranged in symmetrical patterns.The walls were lined with rare oil paintings; some were original while others were collected from European masters. In the center of it all stood a long, thick, heavy dark mahogany table that gleamed as if it had just been birthed from the roots of an enchanted forest.The corners of the table were plated in gold, and the Schwarzenger Seal—two wolves facing opposite directions, a sword between them, wrapped in laurels and crowned with seven stars—sat etched in the middle.Elijah sat at the far end of the table, dressed in fresh tailored clothing: a sharp white designer shirt tucked neatly into deep navy trousers, wit
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CHING!!!The sound of the elevators shutting behind Elijah and the manager echoed across the showroom garage. Drawn by an irresistible pull, Elijah walked directly toward the Mercedes EQS Sedan, his gaze fixated on the car. He didn't notice the people he passed, including Benjamin."Wow, it's even more beautiful up close," Elijah murmured, captivated by the car’s luxurious design that gleamed under the showroom lights."Is it okay if I touch it?" Elijah asked the manager, excitement evident in his voice. The manager nodded in approval almost immediately. "Of course, Mr. Elijah. As you promised us earlier, you'll pay double to triple the price for anything you buy from us. It's clear you're one of our country’s top influential people, and you are privileged to touch anything you want... even the Rolls-Royce Spectre ."Across the garage, Benjamin was glued to the sight of the Rolls-Royce Spectre , which sat imposing behind bulletproof glass. The manager’s words struck him like a slap; h
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The long dining table gleamed beneath the golden chandelier, exuding a quiet elegance that filled the grand dining hall of the Schwarzenger estate. Elijah sat at one end, with his father seated directly opposite him. Both men were surrounded by soft classical music and silent servants moving in the background like shadows. For the past four weeks, Elijah had been pampered beyond measure—indulging in breakfast in bed, receiving tailored suits every morning, and enjoying exotic meals prepared by personal chefs. But tonight, it no longer felt right. He stared at the untouched gold-plated curry steak on his plate, the fork in his hand tapping lightly against the porcelain. Schwarzenger observed him from the head of the table, raising an eyebrow. "You’ve barely eaten, son. The chef made that especially for you; look at the texture." To Schwarzenger's surprise, Elijah sighed and dropped his utensils with a soft clink. “Dad... I’m tired of this.” “You're tired of steak?” Schwarzenge
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