All Chapters of REBIRTH SYSTEM: From Disowned heir to world Dominator
: Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
14 chapters
CHAPTER 1 — THE DISOWNED HEIR
Rain hammered against the windows of the Hale Corporation boardroom, drowning out the faint hum of the air conditioner. Leon Hale stood alone at the center of the polished marble floor, palms clammy, heartbeat an uneven drum inside his chest. Around him, the board members whispered like circling vultures, their eyes sharp, hungry.His father’s voice cut through the room.Cold. Final.“Leon Hale,” Alexander Hale said, laying a folder on the table as if placing a verdict, “you have committed fraud under this company’s name. You’ve tampered with internal accounts, and because of your irresponsibility, we have lost nearly thirty million dollars.”The accusation twisted through Leon’s stomach like a blade.“I didn’t do it,” he managed, voice cracking. “Dad, I swear—I didn’t touch any accounts. You know me. You know I wouldn’t—”“Enough.” Alexander’s glare turned him small. “The evidence is right here.”But it wasn’t evidence—at least not truthfully. Leon had seen it only twenty minutes ago
CHAPTER 2 — THE LAST BLOW
The flashing cameras hit Leon Hale like a wall of light.He stood outside the marble steps of the Hale Conglomerate headquarters—his former home, former kingdom—holding nothing but a small, worn-out duffel bag. Inside it were the only things he’d been allowed to keep after being thrown out of the penthouse: a pair of jeans, two shirts, and a toothbrush.That was all.Three hours ago, he was the next successor of a corporate empire.Now, he was a spectacle—something for the vultures to feast on.“Leon! Over here! Leon, is it true you stole company funds?”“Did Alexander Hale disown you because you disgraced the family?”“Sources say you forged documents—any comment?”“Are you going to prison?”The questions came like bullets, each one hitting him in the chest.He tried to keep walking.Keep breathing.Keep the last pieces of himself from falling apart.But the moment he stepped down the stairs, a new voice rose above the reporters—sharp, loud, cruelly familiar.“Leon!”He froze.Vaness
CHAPTER. 3 — From Penthouse to Alleyway
The notification came with a single vibration.—Account access denied.Leon stared at his phone as if the screen had personally struck him. He tried again.And again.And again.Each attempt ended the same way:All accounts frozen. Access restricted. Contact your financial administrator.He didn’t need to guess who the “administrator” was.Alexander Hale.His father.The man who taught him never to trust outsiders—but forgot to mention that betrayal often came from home.Leon stood under the overhang of a closed café, rain spilling off the metal roof in cold sheets. Only an hour ago, Vanessa had humiliated him in front of reporters. Only a day ago, he still lived in the Hale penthouse at the top of Crestfield Tower, a place filled with glass walls and silent servants.Now?He had a dying phone battery, a plastic bag with two shirts, and thirty-six dollars in crumpled bills.That was all.He tried opening his digital wallet. A new message blinked across the top:Hale Group Internal Ale
CHAPTER. 4 — Survival Begins
The rain had stopped by morning, but the cold hadn’t.Leon woke to the sound of footsteps passing the alley—workers rushing toward their shifts, students on their way to classes, people who had places to be. People with lives.He had none of those things anymore.His clothes were stiff from dried rainwater. His back ached from sleeping against the wall. His stomach growled so loud it startled a stray dog digging through trash a few meters away.Then he remembered it.The voice.The messages.The System.For a moment he wondered if it had been a hallucination born from exhaustion and despair. But then—BEEP.A soft pulse vibrated at the base of his skull.[Good morning, Host. Survival Task still pending.]Leon inhaled sharply.It wasn’t a dream.The world was still cruel, still cold, still willing to crush him—But now, something inside him was awake.“Survive the night,” Leon muttered. “Fine. I did that.”A new tone sounded.[Task 1 Completed.][Reward: +2 Physical Endurance.][New Ta
CHAPTER. 5 — The Warehouse Doghouse
By the time Leon finished his first shift, he had lifted more weight in one afternoon than he had in the last ten years combined. But Mason Briggs was just getting started.The warehouse lights hummed overhead, cold and fluorescent. Forklifts beeped as they reversed. Metal racks towered above the workers like silent judges. Everywhere Leon looked, the place felt industrial, harsh, unforgiving.A perfect match for his new life.Mason stalked across the floor like a man who owned the building. Thick arms, shaved head, and eyes that sparkled with the pleasure of causing misery. He stopped in front of Leon, hands on his hips.“So,” Mason said, voice echoing, “the Hale golden boy survived his first few hours. Impressive. I expected you to quit already.”Leon didn’t respond.Mason smirked. “What, no snappy comeback? No announcing how important your daddy is?”Leon simply picked up the next crate.Mason barked a laugh. “Oh, you’re trying to be stoic. That makes this more fun.”He snapped his
CHAPTER. 6 — Bruises and Mockery
The warehouse floor smelled of oil, dust, and crushed cardboard—an odor Leon was starting to associate with defeat. By his sixth day, the place felt less like a workplace and more like a punishment chamber designed specifically for him.He tightened his grip on the pallet jack and pulled another overloaded crate toward the loading bay. His palms stung—raw, cracked, and blistered beneath thin gloves. Sweat dripped down his face, mixing with the grime on his neck.Every lift hurt.Every step echoed with the weight of what he had lost.A week ago, he was untouchable.Now—He winced as pain shot up his left shoulder.Now he was barely holding together.“Yo, Hale!”Leon kept moving. Responding only made things worse.“Oi, Hale!”This time the voice was closer—sharp, mocking.Leon paused and turned. A group of workers watched him from near the conveyor line, amusement plastered across their faces.Jax—stocky, shaved head, always chewing gum—smirked. “You hearing problems, prince? Or do you
CHAPTER. 7 — Vanessa’s New Life
Rain had stopped hours ago, but the streets still shimmered with puddles that reflected the city’s neon lights. Leon walked home after another brutal shift, shoulders aching, back stiff, clothes carrying the dust and sweat of the warehouse. Each step was heavy, mechanical—just surviving one day at a time.He wasn’t expecting to see her.He wasn’t prepared, either.The universe didn’t care.He turned the corner, heading toward the bus stop. A sleek black coupe slowed beside the curb, its engine humming like wealth in motion. The windows rolled down—and familiar laughter spilled out, bright, soft, carefree.Vanessa Crowe.A name that stabbed him even before she turned her head.She looked… radiant.Hair styled perfectly, makeup glowing under the streetlight, luxury earrings catching the shine. The same smile he once woke up to—it was now aimed at someone else.The man beside her sat confidently behind the wheel. Designer suit. Golden wristwatch. Masculine, polished, smug. The type of ma
CHAPTER. 8 — A Wallet Full of Nothing
Night settled over the city like a heavy blanket, swallowing the warehouse district in cold silence. Only a few flickering lamps stayed on—yellow, dim, indifferent. Leon trudged down the back corridor, boots dragging, every muscle sore from hours of lifting crates no human should be carrying alone.His shift was finally over.But he wasn’t going home.Because he didn’t have one.He leaned against the wall, catching his breath, before pulling out his wallet—thin, worn, nearly empty. He opened it with a grim familiarity.Three crumpled bills. Loose coins. A bus card with barely enough credit for two rides.Nothing else.He stared at it for a long moment.Months ago, that wallet held black cards, platinum memberships, and invitations to events with people who shaped the city. Wealth was just something he had. A background feature of life. Taken for granted.Now the wallet felt like an obituary.A last remnant of someone who no longer existed.He slid the useless money back inside and stu
CHAPTER. 9 — Mason’s Threat
Leon didn’t sleep after the system awakened.How could he?That cold mechanical voice still echoed at the back of his mind, sharp as broken glass:[REBIRTH SYSTEM ACTIVATED.]His life had collapsed so brutally that something—not human—had chosen him as a “prime candidate.”And yet morning came like always, dragging him back into the world he still had to endure.The warehouse buzzed alive with forklifts, workers shouting, machinery rumbling. Leon stepped onto the floor with stiff legs and sore shoulders, head low, eyes heavy from a night without rest. He expected exhaustion.He didn’t expect to run straight into Mason Briggs.The supervisor stood near the timeclock, arms crossed, a grin already spreading across his face. Mason’s smile wasn’t friendly. It was the type that belonged to someone who loved watching things break.Especially people.“There he is,” Mason said loudly, drawing the attention of the nearby workers. “The stray dog reporting for duty.”A few workers chuckled. Other
Ch. 10 — Eveline’s Final Knife
The warehouse break room smelled of old coffee and metal dust. Leon sat alone on a cracked plastic chair, his body still aching from the twelve-hour shift Mason had deliberately stretched just to “test his limits.” His palms were raw, his shoulders burning, his pride almost gone.Almost.He stared at his phone—one of the only things he had left that still worked since his accounts were frozen. A single message notification blinked.From: Family Attorney – UrgentHis pulse kicked hard.He opened the message.> “Leon, you need to come in. There has been a final decision regarding the Hale inheritance.”A cold weight sank into his stomach.Final decision.Something told him it wasn’t going to be in his favor.---Thirty minutes later, Leon stood outside the glass-paneled office of Mr. Whitford, the Hale family attorney. Rain drizzled down his hair, soaking through his cheap uniform. He didn’t bother wiping it off.Inside, Mr. Whitford looked uneasy—almost guilty.“Leon,” he said, rising