DAILY CHECK-IN CONFIRMED. The mechanical voice rang clearly in Arthur’s mind, crisp and emotionless. > DAY 1 CHECK-IN SUCCESSFUL. REWARD OBTAINED: • +1 STAT POINT (FREE ALLOCATION) • LOTTERY WHEEL AVAILABLE SPIN NOW? Arthur didn’t react immediately. Outwardly, he remained calm—hands in his pockets, posture relaxed—yet inside, his thoughts churned. So this was the System’s way. Strip them of hope. Crush their reliance and leave nothing to stand on. His gaze drifted briefly to Fredrick and John, still kneeling on the cold ground like discarded trash. The once-arrogant father and son pair were now hollow shells, their pride shattered, their future rewritten with a single signature. This is only the beginning, Arthur thought coldly. Mason stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Young master… do you want them taken away?” Arthur nodded faintly. “Have them escorted out. Make sure the agreement is enforced. No shortcuts.” “Yes.” Mason bowed slightly, then gestured to the Silver

Arthur closed the door behind him, shutting out the world with a soft click. The room fell into silence. Only then did the familiar cold light bloom before his eyes. The system interface unfolded, sharp and clean, like a blade drawn from its sheath. Arthur’s gaze swept over it without emotion. HOST STATUS REPORT CHARISMA: 0 AURA: Locked PHYSIQUE: Basic STRENGTH: Standard SPEED: Standard AGILITY: Standard At the bottom, a line flashed violently—red, urgent, impossible to ignore. URGENT NOTICE: INCREASE CHARISMA IMMEDIATELY Arthur frowned. Charisma? He had always believed strength came from power and control, not smiles and words. Yet the system had never misled him—not once. He exhaled slowly. “Fine.” His consciousness moved, assigning all five remaining points without hesitation. CHARISMA +5 The instant the confirmation appeared, Arthur’s body reacted. A surge of heat exploded from his chest, racing through his veins like liquid fire. His

“You are fired.” Racheal said, turning her back on Julia.The rest of the employees instinctively froze praying they weren't the ones next, but Racheal didn't even look at them, walking away. Julia panicked. Without this job, where would she go?She squeezed her eyes to bring out some tears. “Please Rachael, forgive me. I didn't mean to cause harm.”Linda, disgusted at her shamelessness, ordered for security. “Don't even think we'll fall for it. Security dragged her out of here!”Immediately, two burly security men grabbed Julia by the arm, dragging her out. Seeing Julia dragged out so easily, the rest quickly scattered.Linda humphed, catching up with her daughter as they headed to the conference room. …Inside the Lin Group headquarters, the largest and most luxurious conference room on the top floor was filled with tension. It was only a few minutes past nine, but every seat at the long oval table was already occupied.All the major shareholders, board members, senior managers,

Racheal’s body trembled violently. The disbelief in her eyes shattered, replaced by raw fury and humiliation. Her composure finally snapped. “Security!” she shouted sharply, her voice echoing through the conference hall. “Throw him out—now!” At once, the doors at the side burst open. Six security personnel strode in with heavy steps, tall and broad-shouldered, their black uniforms sharp and intimidating. Their presence alone was enough to make ordinary employees instinctively retreat. Several of the shareholders unconsciously stepped aside, afraid of being caught in the crossfire. The atmosphere turned oppressive. Yet Arthur didn’t even look at them. He stood where he was, shoulders relaxed, hands still tucked casually into his pockets. Then—he laughed. Not loud. Just a low, calm chuckle. The sound was soft, but in the deathly quiet hall, it was strangely piercing. That laugh instantly ignited the Harris family’s anger. Ken slammed the table again. “What the hell are you l

Grandma Hannah’s face twisted with fury.“Director Maxim,” she snapped, her cane tapping sharply against the floor, “have you forgotten who built this company? You dare ask me to give up my seat?”Maxim straightened, the earlier nervousness replaced by a rigid, official calm. “Matriarch Harris,” he said evenly, “this isn’t personal. It’s protocol. Once ownership changes hands, seating and authority must follow corporate regulations. I’m simply enforcing the rules. I’m not at fault here.”His words landed like cold water.Racheal could no longer hold back. She stepped forward, eyes blazing as she pointed straight at Arthur. “Enough of this nonsense! Arthur, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? You just want to humiliate us!” Her voice trembled with anger. “Tell me—what exactly do you gain from this? Watching our family lose face?”Arthur looked at her, expression lazy, almost bored. “You’re overthinking it,” he replied calmly. “This doesn’t require this much stress. I’m only claim