All Chapters of Ultimate Charm System: Chapter 191
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190. The List
"Hey, baby. How was your day?"Mark looked up from the couch to see his mother, Clara, standing over him. She looked as radiant as ever, dressed in a crimson, form-fitting skirt that hugged her curves and a white top with gold accents that made her blonde hair pop. He quickly averted his eyes from her plunging neckline that showed off her impressive cleavage, focusing back on the TV."Uh... hi, Mom. My day was horrible. I failed at modeling."Clara patted his hair affectionately. "Oh, don’t get too worked up. I’m sure you weren’t that bad."Mark shook his head. "I was fine in the beginning... until Rita’s cooking made me sick! It was the worst.""What was that about my cooking?" Rita’s voice drifted down as she descended the stairs."Nothing!" Mark snapped. He knew better than to provoke Rita when it came to her kitchen skills—or lack thereof."Good," Rita said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Because I’m cooking f
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While Mark slept soundly at home, his second heroine, Lilith, was wide awake in her private study. Weeks ago, she had promised to help Mark manage his ranch, and Lilith was not a woman who made idle promises. Mark had given her carte blanche to reshape the ranch's image as she saw fit, and she intended to use every bit of that authority.The ranch itself was impressive—a solid foundation—but Lilith didn't want a mere farm. She wanted an empire that would be whispered about in the highest circles of the country.Her first task was branding. After cycling through several options, she settled on a name: The Divine Farm. It was catchy, sophisticated, and a subtle hint to the man behind the ranch.Next, she decided to tackle the ranch’s output systematically, starting with the dairy. Currently, the ranch produced high-quality milk but sold it in bulk to local companies at a discount. Lilith intended to end that immediately. To her, value wasn't just in the product; it was in the presentati
192. Curse made flesh
The morning was perfect for work. The sun rose steadily, the wind was calm, and the birds sang melancholic melodies that felt more like a professional choir than a random occurrenceLilith woke early, the gears of her mind already turning. Today, she swapped her signature black dresses for something that commanded a different kind of respect. She donned flowing black trousers paired with a sharp, tailored blazer over a crisp white shirt. She looked like a high-powered executive—the hot secretary of the division—though she kept her aesthetic intact with her signature black neck collar.Stepping into her black loafers, she walked with a rhythmic grace that suggested she was far more fit for a runway than Mark was. Had Xavier seen her walk, he would have realized Mark was actually the second-best model in the family.Ben, her ever-present butler, was already waiting by the limousine, the door held open with practiced precision. Getting inside, they were driven to a helipad to pick up a
193. An unexpected reunion
While Lilith prepared to deal with Enny Simpson, Mark was gearing up for another day of modeling training at the Throne Agency. His plans were abruptly derailed when his phone began ringing; it was Lady Clarice."Hey, Mark. We need you at the pharmacy," she said the moment he picked up.Mark frowned, checking his watch. "Is everything okay?""It's the government official... he’s back," Clarice responded, her voice tight."Oh, did they sign the contract? If so, just accept it and we’ll start the next batch of capsules, right?""It’s just... they want to talk to you personally."Mark’s frown deepened. "They?" As far as he knew, Mr. Smith always handled these visits solo."There are two of them this time. A man and a woman," Clarice clarified. "Please, just get here."Mark let out a heavy sigh. Dealing with the government was a chore he had no interest in, but he knew the score: either handle them once and for all, or they’d be breathing down his neck forever.To avoid drawing unnecessar
194. Haggling.....
Mark led Helena and Smith to his private office, gesturing toward the guest chairs while he settled behind his desk.The earlier blush and the fluster of their unexpected reunion had vanished from Helena’s face, replaced by a razor-sharp business expression. She interlaced her fingers and fixed Mark with a grim, level gaze."Listen, I’m not here as a government official," she began, her voice low. "In fact, I really didn't want to come at all. But I realized that if I didn’t and the same thing that happened to Jaden happens to someone else because I lacked the courage to act—I wouldn't be able to live with myself. Or at least, I wouldn't have peace."Mark leaned back, his curiosity piqued. "Who’s Jaden?""Her late husband," Smith interjected. Helena shot him a glare so icy that the man immediately wiped the small smile from his face."I see," Mark muttered. "Go on."Helena cleared her throat. "The government is dangerous, Mark. Many geniuses have invented things that could change the
195. Speedster
Mark sliced through the throngs of people outside his pharmacy, a blur of motion that barely registered to the crowd. He burst into the street, diving into the chaotic rhythm of traffic.A speeding car slammed on its brakes, tires screeching, but Mark was already airborne. With feline agility, he planted a hand on its hood, vaulted over the roof, and skidded onto the pavement of the second lane. He ignored the chorus of angry honks, his focus locked on the objective ahead. With his system feeding him a high-resolution, 500-meter terrain overlay, he ducked into a narrow alleyway, scaled a ten-foot chain-link fence in a single bound, and emerged directly in front of the Sai Hotel.'System, can’t you track the shooter? Like, show me their live movement on the map?'[The System cannot provide real-time entity tracking at Level 50.]"Right... useless. Got it," Mark muttered, rolling his eyes as he swung the hotel’s glass doors open.Once inside, he dropped the frantic pace and shifted into
196. Vulnerable
As the Speed Potion surged through his veins, Mark watched an incandescent orange light map out his circulatory system, glowing beneath his skin before melding into his blood.The sensation was electric. He felt light—buoyant, even—as if his very atoms were vibrating at a higher frequency.'So... am I fast now?' He threw a testing jab into the air. To his eyes, the punch looked as average as ever. 'Nope. No change. This potion didn't work. Did I really just get scammed by the System?'He stood before Room 209, glancing back down the hallway. The staff members he had passed earlier were mopping the floor, but something was wrong. They were moving with agonizing slowness, their limbs drifting through the air like they were submerged in thick syrup.Mark looked at his own hands, throwing a flurry of punches. To him, he was normal. His weight, his timing, his effort—it all felt standard. He didn't realize that his perception had recalibrated to match his new velocity; to him, the world ha
197. A smiling Brisco
While Mark lay unconscious on a cold floor, Neko's twin silent pistols pressed against his temple, Lilith was dealing with a different brand of lethality at the Divine Ranch Estate. Standing in the center of the manicured courtyard was Enny Simpson. She was the picture of a pampered peacock, her right hand perched on an aggressively curved hip, her body twisted into that practiced main character pose favored by social media starlets. But her composure ended at her feet; she was frantically tapping a stiletto against the pavement, a rhythmic, impatient clicking that punctuated her tirade against Alex. "Four days, Alex! Four days my trucks have sat idle while your peasants tell them the harvest isn't ready!" Enny’s voice was like shattered glass. "That contract we signed wasn't a suggestion; it was a command!" Alex, ever the professional, opened his mouth to de-escalate, but the air in the courtyard suddenly dropped ten degrees. "Alex," a voice like chilled vodka drifted from the d
198. The dog belongs in the dirt
A few minutes later, Lilith returned, walking across the courtyard with a silver tray. The wine glasses she carried were well presented, a deep red liquid swirling around, precision-cut oranges, tart berries, and crisp apple slices.She bowed with the graceful humility of a seasoned servant. "I apologize for the delay. I wanted to ensure the blend was 'top shelf' for such distinguished guests. This is a specialized Sangria, infused with—""We know what Sangria is, Black Widow," Enny snapped, snatching a glass from the tray. "Save the lecture. You’re here to serve, not to teach."Lilith lowered her head, hiding the predatory glint in her eyes. "Of course. I only hope it is to your liking."The group raised their glasses, draining the chilled liquid with arrogant gulps. Lana made a small face, swirling the wine on her tongue. "It’s... mild. Lacks body, but I suppose it’s an improvement over that swill your help tried to serve us.""My humblest apologies," Lilith murmured. "As you know,
199. Open sewer
"You bitch! You spiked the drinks!" Lana spat, her face contorting as she clutched her bubbling abdomen. "Do you have any idea who I am? I come from the—""Lana Del, of the Westgate Dels," Ben interrupted, stepping forward with the cold precision of a grand adjudicator. He didn't even look up from the tablet in his hand. "Your father runs a commercial laundry empire—glorified dry cleaners for the actual elite. You are the illegitimate product of a mistress, barely tolerated because your stepmother was thought to be barren. But," Ben flicked a page on the screen, his voice dripping with dry disdain, "seeing as your stepmother miraculously conceived two months ago, your inheritance is currently evaporating. Your 'big shot' persona is nothing but a fragile mask for a terrified bastard child. Shall I continue?"Lana turned a ghostly shade of white, her mouth hanging open. "How… how do you know that? Who the hell are you people?"Ben slid the tablet into i