All Chapters of System Revenge: From Trash Boy to Top Boss: Chapter 201
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Chapter 200
Damon was helping Aria pack groceries into the trunk of her beat-up sedan. Life had become… normal. Mundane, even. After the fall of the System, he’d found a strange sort of peace in his powerlessness. He worked odd jobs, helped out at the local soup kitchen, and spent his evenings with Aria, just talking.The apartment they shared was small, but it was home. A far cry from the penthouse he used to own, but he wouldn't trade it for anything."Did you remember the pasta sauce?" Aria asked, checking her list."Yep," Damon replied, slamming the trunk shut. "Everything's accounted for. Ready to head back?"As they turned to go inside, a glint of gold caught Damon's eye. Lying on the doorstep was a letter, unlike anything he'd seen before. The paper was thick and creamy, almost like fabric, and the edges were gilded with real gold. A crimson wax seal, embossed with a crest he didn't recognize, held it closed."What's that?" Aria asked, peering over his shoulder.Damon picked it up, his bro
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She was forced to flee Tarkington, to seek refuge in a foreign land. She changed her name, hid her identity, and raised you as a commoner, all to protect you from those who would harm you."Damon stared at Farid, his mind reeling. He remembered his mother, her quiet strength, her unwavering love. He remembered the stories she used to tell him, of faraway lands and brave knights. He had always assumed they were just fairy tales. But now…"She never told me anything about this," Damon said, his voice barely a whisper."She couldn't," Farid said. "It was too dangerous. She knew that if anyone discovered your true identity, you would both be in danger.""But... why didn't my father come for us?" Damon asked, his voice filled with pain. "Why did he let us live in poverty, without him?""He didn't know where you were," Farid said. "Your mother disappeared without a trace. He searched for her for years, but he could never find her. He believed that she was dead, that you were dead.""And now
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Damon and Farid stood at the edge of the small town, the rising sun painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. Aria had insisted on driving them this far, a final act of support before Damon ventured into the unknown."Are you sure you'll be okay?" Damon asked, turning to Aria."Positive," she said, giving him a reassuring smile. "I'll be here when you get back. Just promise me you'll be careful.""I promise," Damon said, pulling her into a tight hug. "I'll be back before you know it."He turned to Farid, who was standing beside a sturdy-looking jeep. "Ready?" Farid asked.Damon took a deep breath and nodded. "Ready."Aria gave Damon one last hug, then stepped back, waving as they climbed into the jeep. Farid started the engine, and they pulled away from the town, heading east towards the vast, uncharted territories that lay between them and Tarkington.As they drove, the landscape gradually changed. The green fields and rolling hills gave way to arid plains and rocky terrain. The a
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The royal soldiers led Damon and Farid through a seemingly endless maze of corridors. The palace was a labyrinth of marble and gold, with towering ceilings and intricate carvings. Banners bearing the royal crest hung from the walls, depicting a stylized griffin, its eyes sharp and predatory."Impressive, isn't it?" Farid said, his voice low. "But don't let the grandeur fool you. This place is full of snakes."Damon nodded, his senses on high alert. He could feel the weight of the gazes upon him, the silent judgment of the unseen eyes. The air was thick with tension, a palpable sense of malice that made his skin crawl.They finally arrived at a large antechamber, where a group of people were gathered. They were all dressed in elaborate robes and jewels, their faces haughty and disdainful. These were Damon's half-siblings, the children of King Tarkon."Ah, the bastard of the West has arrived," a voice sneered.Damon turned to see a young man, tall and slender, with piercing blue eyes an
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The day after the announcement of the Succession Contest dawned gray and heavy. Damon woke in the guest chambers assigned to him, the unfamiliar surroundings doing little to ease the tension that had coiled tight in his gut. He could feel the weight of the coming day, the anticipation mixed with a healthy dose of dread. Farid was already awake, pacing the room with nervous energy. "Today's the day," he said, his voice tight. "They'll announce the rules, the challenges… everything." Damon nodded, getting out of bed. "And then the games begin," he said, his voice grim. They ate a meager breakfast in silence, the clatter of silverware against porcelain echoing in the large, impersonal room. Damon couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched, that every move they made was being scrutinized. "Do you think you can win?" Farid asked, breaking the silence. Damon shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "My siblings have been training for this their entire lives. I've been… surviving
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But then, something unexpected happened. Farid stepped forward, his face pale but determined."I object!" he said, his voice ringing through the hall.The room fell silent, all eyes turning to Farid. The herald looked at him, his face stern."You dare interrupt the king's proclamation?" he said. "Know your place, servant!""I am not a servant," Farid said, his voice firm. "I am a friend. And I will not stand by and watch while my friend is unjustly excluded.""Unjustly?" the herald said, his eyebrows raised. "The rules are clear. Only those with a System may compete.""And what if," Farid said, his voice trembling slightly, "what if someone were willing to… to transfer their System to Damon?"A gasp rippled through the room. The siblings exchanged shocked glances, their faces a mixture of disbelief and outrage."Transfer a System?" Theron exclaimed. "That's impossible! It's unheard of!""It is possible," Farid said. "I have a System. And I am willing to give it to Damon."The room eru
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Damon's eyes fluttered open. The world swam into focus, blurry at first, then sharp and defined. He was lying on a soft bed, the unfamiliar surroundings telling him he was still in the palace. A dull ache throbbed in his head, and his body felt heavy, like lead. He tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over him, forcing him back down. He groaned, his throat dry and scratchy. "Easy there," a familiar voice said. "Don't push yourself." Damon turned his head and saw Farid sitting beside the bed, his face pale but relieved. "Farid," Damon said, his voice weak. "What… what happened?" "You passed out," Farid said. "The transfer… it took a lot out of you. And me, too, to be honest." Damon remembered the searing pain, the overwhelming power, the feeling of the System taking root within him. He reached out, instinctively trying to access that power, but found… nothing. "Where is it?" he asked, his voice filled with panic. "The System? I can't feel it." Farid smiled weakly. "
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The Grand Hall of the palace buzzed with anticipation. Nobles in their finest attire filled the tiered seating, their murmurs echoing through the vast space. Banners bearing the royal crest hung from the walls, and the air crackled with an almost palpable tension. This was it: the first trial of the Succession Contest, the Test of Mind.Damon stood on the raised platform at the center of the hall, alongside his siblings, Theron and Lyra. He felt a knot of anxiety in his stomach, but he tried to project an air of calm confidence. He knew that this trial was designed to test their strategic thinking, their knowledge, and their ability to reason under pressure.Before them sat a panel of royal scholars, their faces stern and unreadable. They were the judges of this contest, the arbiters of wit and wisdom. At the center of the panel sat the Head Scholar, a wizened old man with piercing eyes and a long, white beard.The Head Scholar rose to his feet, his voice booming through the hall. "We
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The opulent gardens of the palace were bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. Prince Radal, his face etched with a mixture of frustration and malice, paced restlessly along a secluded path. He stopped before a gnarled oak tree, where a cloaked figure awaited him."You understand the task?" Radal hissed, his voice barely above a whisper.The figure, whose face was obscured by a deep hood, nodded silently."Damon must be eliminated," Radal continued, his voice hardening. "He is a threat to my claim. Make it look like an accident, a robbery gone wrong, anything but my involvement.""And the payment?" the figure rasped, his voice like the scraping of stone.Radal smirked. "The agreed-upon sum will be deposited in your account upon completion of the task. Fail, and you will find yourselves hunted by the full force of the royal guard. Do we understand each other?""Perfectly," the assassin replied, his eyes glinting in the darkness. "Damon will be dead before the next sunrise."Radal watched
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The morning of the second trial dawned bright and clear, a stark contrast to the nervous energy thrumming through the palace. The Gladiatorial Arena, a massive structure of stone and sand, buzzed with anticipation. Today, the heirs would prove their mettle in combat, either by choosing a skilled warrior to represent them or by stepping into the arena themselves.Damon paced in his small chamber, his mind racing. He ran a hand over the worn leather of his training gloves. He'd spent the last few days honing his skills, practicing maneuvers, and studying combat strategies. But he knew that he was still at a disadvantage. He didn't have the years of training that the other heirs had, nor did he have access to the best weapons and armor.Aria entered, her face etched with concern. "Damon, are you sure about this? You don't have to fight yourself. You could choose a champion."Damon stopped pacing and looked at her. "I know, Aria. But I can't. This trial is about more than just strength. I