All Chapters of Ultimate Charm System: Chapter 81
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"You bastard!" Mark bolted into the hallway, but the corridor was empty. Darren's killer was gone. He gritted his teeth, his fingers sliding into his pockets and brushing against the small bottle of pills. He had made them to treat Mr. Darren. Now… he couldn't. Defeated. Powerless. Still struggling to process what he had just witnessed, he reached for the emergency lever on the wall and yanked it down. "CODE BLUE! WE NEED A TEAM IN ROOM 412!" As the crash cart rattled past and doctors swarmed the room like white-coated locusts, Mark slumped against the cold tile wall. He couldn't process it. Who would target a man like Darren? What was going on? Heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor. Mark looked up to see a figure that looked entirely out of place in the sterile environment: a man in a sweeping black duster, a wide-brimmed cowboy h
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After trying to call Lilith to no avail, Mark decided to check on Alice.He dialed her number, his heart hammering against his ribs."I’m still at the restaurant, though we've closed up," she muttered, her voice strained and low. "How is my uncle, Mark?"Mark swallowed hard, the lump in his throat feeling like jagged glass. He couldn't bring himself to say the words—not yet. "I’m coming to get you. It isn't safe there anymore."He hung up before she could protest. If the man who killed Darren had bypassed the CCTV, he was a professional. A ghost. Much like the Reaper who had hunted Mark not long ago.'Is this Enny Simpson’s doing?' Mark wondered, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. He checked his phone: 11:45 PM. Midnight was crawling closer.He floored the accelerator, the engine roaring through the empty streets. When he arrived at the restaurant, he vaulted out of the car and pounded on the heavy entrance doors.
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84. what will you do now
“Why do you have so much security?” Mark asked, scanning the area. He even noticed snipers positioned along the rooftop.Lilith smiled faintly.“This place is both our home and business premises. Our museum, filled with priceless artifacts, is right next to the mansion. We have countless enemies who would love to break in and steal. But my dogs always bite before they bark. So rest assured.”‘Yeah, right. Like I’d rest assured in a place like this,’ Mark thought.They entered the mansion.It was just as grand as he had imagined.The interior resembled a medieval castle. The dining hall alone was the size of a five-roomed house. A long polished table capable of seating two hundred guests stretched across rich carpets, flanked by high-backed chairs.Everything smelled of old money and legacy.Even the estate he had recently bought for his family wouldn’t compare.Lilith led them upstairs.“T
85. The notebook
(Mark’s POV)After taking a quick bath alone in Lilith’s room, I heard a soft knock followed by her voice."I brought you a change of clothes. I’ll leave them by the door."As her footsteps retreated, I slowly opened the bathroom door and found a small bag neatly placed on the floor.It had everything: lotions, sunscreen, a shirt, trousers, shoes, even underwear. It bordered on the uncanny.I changed quickly, and the unease only grew when I realized every single item fit as if it had been tailored for me.The sleeves ended exactly at my wrists. The trousers hugged just right. Even the shoes felt like they were custom-made.When I stepped out, Alice and Lilith were sitting on the bed, chatting. They both looked at me.“Nice,” Lilith nodded approvingly. “You’ll look normal in that outfit. Like nothing’s wrong at all.”I smoothed out the shirt. "Thanks for the clothes."Alice raised an eyebrow, sh
86. Detectives
On our way to college in Lilith's limousine, I opened my phone and saw the news trending online. The anchor began reading: {The medical world was shaken last night by a sudden tragedy. Mark Reynolds, the teenager recently awarded a billion dollars by foreign mogul Mr. Adams for his “miraculous” cancer treatment, was present at St. Jude's Hospital when Mr. Darren Criss flatlined under suspicious circumstances.} {Eyewitnesses say Reynolds was seen frantically calling for help, but his legendary “healing touch” was nowhere to be found. Police are currently searching for a “fake nurse” reported by Reynolds, though hospital logs show no such staff member was scheduled for that wing.} {Critics are already asking: Is the “Miracle Doctor” a one-hit wonder, or is there a darker side to the boy who became a billionaire overnight? Reynolds was questioned and released late last night, but the investigation remai
87. The funeral
(Third Person POV) “You’re curious about the capabilities of the SFM camera gadget?” the demon echoed, glancing at Mark over her shoulder. “Yes.” Mark nodded. “As much as I understand it, most of its abilities involve mind control and hypnosis. Does it work on anyone?” “Anyone whose confidence level is lower than the user’s? Then yeah. Pretty much.” Mark swallowed. “I mean… beyond human. Like, can it hypnotize someone like a…” His eyes wandered as he scratched the back of his neck. “Like a god?” “A god?” the demon tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Yes. As long as you’re more confident in yourself than that particular god, it’ll work.” Mark suppressed the smile threatening to form. His heart fluttered with hope, his mind already racing with possibilities of what he could do once he mastered the camera’s power. But for now, he needed to focus on raising his confidence
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Wednesday Astras College– Break Time. "It's been 3 and a half days, Lilith!" Mark hissed silently. "You promised it wouldn't even take 24 hours to track the killer!" Lilith calmly bite on a french fry and responded. "It seems the killer wasn't just an ordinary person. They know how to wipe off their tracks. But I'm sure it's nothing Ben can't handle. Just give him a little more time." "It's time that l don't have!" Mark hissed back, trying so hard not to snap out loudly. "That bitch Enny turned almost the whole country against me. Everywhere l go, people are talking behind my back. I mean....look at those guys, following me even to the toilet!!" He nodded toward the undercover detectives in sunglasses, though they didn't look that much undercover to him. Lilith calmly sighed, and cupped Mark's cheeks. "Ignore all that. Ignore everyone. Just act normal and calm." "You always s
89. Magic beans
"Don't you dare run away!" the detective bellowed. "Who said I'm running away?" Mark muttered, his brow furrowed in concentration. He scrambled through his car, tossing aside other things until his hand closed around a small plastic cylinder. A bottle of his pain relief capsules. 'I'm glad I kept these on me,' he thought, a wave of relief washing over him. Just as the detectives reached his bumper, Mark vaulted out of the car, slammed the door shut, and sprinted back toward the school building. One of the detectives groaned, doubling over. "I swear, I am not paid enough for this!" Inside the hallways, students scrambled to clear a path as Mark tore through the corridor with the roar of a motorcycle. Those who thought he’d fled in guilt after striking Zenti stared in stunned silence as he skidded back into the gym. The team was already hoisting Zenti up to carry him to
90. It'll have to wait
Meanwhile…At one of Clarice’s penthouses, temporarily turned into a lab by the mad scientist Dr. Halvord, he held up a glass jar filled with small purple pills. A manic, triumphant grin was plastered across his face."After countless days of grueling labor, trials, failures, and a few explosions...""A few?" Evelyn Clarice asked, raising a skeptical brow. She sat on a distant couch with her arms crossed, keeping a safe distance from the chemical fumes.“The libido… ahem. Scratch that,” Halvord coughed. “The Vitality capsules have been made! Hooooray!”He raised the jar triumphantly while jumping around, then lowered it, a mischievous smirk forming."The lab rats showed… promising results. But if you know me, you know I only trust data gathered from my own nervous system.""I don't like the sound of this," Clarice muttered. She recognized that look — the glint in his eye right before he did something utterly reckless.Ignoring her, Halvord unscrewed the lid, plucked a single pill from
91. Pleasure District
"Oh, no!! No… no… NO!!"Clarice heard Halvord’s voice echoing from downstairs. From the sound of it, he was pacing frantically around the dining room, screaming like he had just witnessed a ghost."This can’t be happening to me!!! The veins… its bulging with veins! I haven’t felt this hard since I was in my teens!!!"Clarice slowly closed her eyes and rubbed her temple.The reckless scientist had done it again.She didn’t even know what to do to help him. What she did know was that he was in serious discomfort and it wasn’t going to magically go away on its own.If anything… it would only get worse.'Mark will deal with this,' she thought, trying to distract herself with her phone.But the shouting downstairs made concentration nearly impossible."Ohhhhhh!! I’m on fire!!! I’m burning!!!"It wasn’t even that hot today.About fifteen minutes later, the elevator dinged.Clarice’s eyes lit up.'It’s Mark.'The moment Mark stepped inside, he was greeted by the anguished cries of an old man