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Chapter eighty eight
I opened my eyes to see Rosa staring at me. " Are you alright?" he asked, his hands placed slightly on my forehead. " Fuck! You are burning up.* " I am fine." I said immediately trying to get up to my feet. But I missed my step and fell to the floor Rossa wanted to help me up but with a wave of my hand in the air, he stepped back. " You need royal to me. I need to know how I am going to help you."he said again " I don't need anyone's help, Rossa. Zack is killing everyone and everything that I cared about. Don't you get it?" I turned trying to get up. I winced in pain as I relaxed my back against the wall. .. I could see that Rossa was down. I could see that he was not happy but I don't care. I was not going to allow anyone to die anymore because of me. If Zack wanted a fight then I was going to bring it head on to him. I was going to show him that I was not weak. I was a worthy opponent and I am going to make him regret ever looking down on me. The door opened an
chapter eighty nine
I have never felt so powerful my entire life. The system came back ten fold. No. It came back stronger. I helped up and felt like a new born man. Exams were over and the following week was graduation. I had cleared out many of my activities. I was slowly going to become a man. I felt like my father had given me a life time opportunity. I don't have to go in search of work. I had many resource in place. And besides, my top priority was bringing Zack and who ever was aiding him down to his feet. The death of Mr Han was something that kept hunting me. I need to make Zack pay. I could still picture the old man's face. The way he had told me to leave, run. The door creep open as I walked in. It all felt like yesterday when Rossa took me to him for practice. I shut my eyes. Trying to remember each lesson and words he had said to me. When I opened my eyes, tears dropped to my cheek. Hot tears. Mr Han had felt like a father figure. His guidance and lesson was not only going to sh
Chapter ninety
" Master Han?" I called out slowly Rossa's mouth dropped in awe the moment the strange man walked in. " You were dead." I said slowly moving closer to him. " My father is dead?" The strange man said dropping the bag he was holding. " Your father?" Rossa said with his eyebrows arched. He looked at me and back at him. " You mean you are not Master Han?" " Han is my father. Why are you in his property?" he asked again. " We came to pay our respects. Your father is..." I was about to finish my words when Rossa cut me short. " Don't mind my friend here. We came to pay him a visit but unfortunately, I don't think he is around." Rossa lied. The strange man looked at us. He could tell that we were lying. " You both are either going to tell me he truth or I am going to call the cops on you!" he yelled, his lips twitching in anger. The room went quiet. The sound of a pin could be heard when dropped. " Fine!" Rossa said, throwing his hands in the air after a while. " We came to pay y
chapter ninety one
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. Alexander’s question hung in the air, heavier than any threat he had made earlier.Rossa didn’t answer immediately. He had that look—the one he got when he was weighing lives against outcomes, futures against mistakes. I hated that look because it always meant someone was about to walk into danger willingly.“You’re asking for more than help,” Rossa finally said. “You’re asking to step into a war your father spent years trying to shield you from.”Alexander’s jaw tightened. “Shield me?” he repeated bitterly. “Or he was trying to shut me out even when I knew exactly what was going on?”The words cut deep. I saw something flicker across Rossa’s face—guilt or maybe he understands what Alexander meant.“Your father loved you,” I said softly. “Everything he did, he did believing it was the right thing.”Alexander turned to me sharply. “And look where that got him.”Silence again. It always came in waves, crashing harder each time.“I don’t want rev
chapter ninety two
The words settled into the room like a verdict. I stood up gently and dusted my self. I could have told him to leave. Or probably beaten the shit hell out of him. But a part of me didn't. Maybe because I feared I was going to kill him or maybe I was trying to honour the man who trained me. "Fine. You are in.”For a heartbeat, no one moved.Alexander straightened slowly, like he was afraid the ground might disappear beneath him if he shifted too fast. His fists unclenched, fingers trembling—not from fear, but from the sudden release of everything he had been holding inside. Blood trickled from his brow, sliding down the bridge of his nose, but he didn’t bother to wipe it away.Rossa let out a long breath he’d been holding since the first punch was thrown. His shoulders slumped slightly, tension easing but not disappearing. He walked toward us, boots crunching over broken glass, eyes flicking between our bruised faces.“You don’t know what you just agreed to,” he said quietly, more to
chapter ninety three
Zack stared at the message for a long time before he blinked.He read it once.Then twice.Then a third time, slower.He came back. Master Han was the man he had longed for a long time to be dead.He had offered him a chance to join him just the same way he had offered Jason. The office was silent except for the low hum of the city beyond the glass walls. Fifty floors above ground, the lights of the districts shimmered like obedient stars. This was his view. His kingdom. His proof that nothing slipped through his fingers.Nothing survived him.His thumb hovered over the screen.“Explain,” he typed.The reply came almost instantly.Spotted leaving the old man's house. With Rossa. And the boy. It’s him. I saw him. Zack’s jaw tightened.It’s him.He leaned back slowly in his leather chair, eyes drifting to the far wall where a framed photograph hung alone. It wasn’t sentimental. It wasn’t decorative.This was a war he had been fighting ever since his friend died. Things would have been
chapter ninety four
The drive to the estate felt longer than usual.Zack sat in the backseat with the bouquet resting beside him, one hand loosely draped over the white peonies as if they were something delicate he needed to restrain. Purple orchids curved through the arrangement like veins of royalty—elegant, expensive, controlled.Just like everything he built.Except Jason. Things had escalated before he realised he was the last missing puzzle to solving all his problems. The gates to the mansion slid open before the car fully stopped. Security bowed their heads as the vehicle rolled through. Cameras tracked his arrival. Motion lights flared to life along the driveway, illuminating the marble steps that led to the towering entrance.The chauffeur stepped out first and opened the door.Zack took his time.He stepped out slowly, coat perfectly tailored, expression neutral. The night air brushed against his face, cool and obedient. He adjusted his cuffs again—a habit when his mind was racing.Master Ha
chapter ninety five
Martha’s fingers trembled as they wrapped around the knife.It was heavier than she expected. She had never imagined this was going to come on a platter of gold. For years she had imagined this moment in a thousand different ways. Sometimes she stabbed him in his sleep.Sometimes she poisoned his wine. Sometimes she simply walked away and left him to rot in his own empire of silence.But never like this.Never with him standing in front of her.Inviting it.Zack watched her with unsettling calm.No fear.No attempt to move.Only that infuriating, knowing look in his eyes.“You hesitate,” he said softly. " I thought you never cared? All this years of living under my roof, I had thought you are going to welcome the thought of sending me to the afterlife and now this?" he said laughing. “You think this is a game?” she whispered.“No,” he replied. “I think this is the only honest moment we’ve ever had. I know you want me dead. I know you want to kill me and now I am giving you the chanc
Chapter ninety six
Martha did not feel herself hit the ground. Darkness swallowed her whole, thick and absolute, like the silence that had followed Zack’s final breath. She woke to the sound of steady beeping. Not the kind that came from a hospital monitor. Her eyelids felt heavy, as if glued shut. When she finally forced them open, the world above her blurred into white and gold. A chandelier. Not hers. His. Her heart slammed violently against her ribs. She was still in the house. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and polished marble. She tried to sit up but something tugged at her wrists. Straps. Leather. Panic ignited instantly. She jerked against them, her breath turning sharp and ragged. “No… no, no, no—” “Easy.” The voice sliced through her like ice. She froze. Slowly, painfully, she turned her head. Zack stood by the window. Alive. Dressed in a fresh black shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, his posture relaxed as if they were discussing dinner plans. Not murder. Her
Chapter ninety seven
Martha was a bit thrown back. The look on her face showed that she was scared. She had stabbed the man standing right in front of him and he had managed to come back from the land of the dead. " And what happens to him if he gives you the core?" she asked with a shaky breath. Zack stood up slowly from Martha's side. A soft smile displayed on his lips. " Are you saying that you are going to do this for me?" he asked, his hands slowly running through his hairs. Martha gulped down the saliva at the back of her throat. She knew Zack had shown his last card. Saying no to his was like she as signing her right to life. She needed to hold onto something. She needs to let him know that she was on his side. The room went quiet. Her gaze slowly fixed on Zack. " If I managed to convince him adhe give you what you want, do we become a family?" Zack rushed forward, his hands cupping Martha's fragile's face. "Yes. Yes!" he said laughing. " We are going to become one big