All Chapters of The Impotent King Rises: Chapter 31
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A Sensual Interrogation
The place was located in the basement of an old textile factory in Queens. The walls were damp exposed brick, illuminated by a single light bulb swaying gently overhead. There was no fancy furniture here, just an iron table, a sturdy wooden chair, and a military mattress in the corner of the room.Isabella Rossi sat on the wooden chair. Her hands were tied behind the backrest with thick nylon rope.However, the woman didn't look like a prisoner. She was smiling. A challenging, crooked smile, as if the bindings were merely accessories. Her tight black leather catsuit was unzipped to her waist, revealing her pale, sweaty skin adorned with several purple bruises from their earlier fight.David Vexley stood before her, shirtless. His torn shirt had been tossed onto the floor. His system-sculpted body was fully exposed—dense muscles, thin slice wounds on his cheek and waist that were slowly closing thanks to the system's regeneration, and an abstract tattoo beg
Robert's Destruction Begins
In the Park Avenue Penthouse, David Vexley stared at the digital clock on the wall. The red numbers blinked, changing from 23:59 to 00:00.The one-week deadline was up.On his desk, the holographic screen displayed the balance of the bank account set up for the extortion: $0.00.Robert and Camelia had failed to pay."What a pity," David muttered without emotion. He took a sip of his espresso. "And here I was hoping they would sell a kidney."David tapped a virtual button in the air.[File Sent: "NYPD_Brutality_Uncensored.mp4"][Recipients: CNN, Fox News, New York Times, TMZ, NYPD Internal Affairs.]"Good morning, New York. Watch your hero fall," David whispered.***Six hours later, at the 99th Precinct Police Station.The atmosphere felt like a funeral home that was currently on fire. Phones rang incessantly. Reporters were already swarming the front lobby like sharks smelling blood.Robert Gable sat
Camelia on the Streets
Nine o'clock at night. Bronx Apartment.The apartment door was kicked open violently. BAM!Robert stumbled in. He was heavily drunk. One hand clutched a bottle of cheap vodka, the other was clenched into a fist. His face was flushed red, his eyes wild.Camelia was sitting on the sofa, staring blankly at the suitcase full of fake bags that now lay in the corner of the room."You!" Robert pointed at Camelia. "Where is my dinner? Why is this house dark?!""Dinner?" Camelia turned slowly, her gaze filled with hatred. "You want to eat? Go eat your plastic bags, Robert!"Camelia stood up, grabbed one of the fake bags, and threw it at Robert."You liar!" Camelia screamed. "You said you bought me the real thing! You said you were rich! Turns out you're just a broke cop who buys stuff at the flea market!"Robert swatted the bag away. "Shut your mouth, Bitch! You don't know what I've just been through! I got fired! My pension is gone! I
The Bloody Masquerade
From a distance, David seemed to feel that gaze. He paused for a moment before entering the hotel's revolving door. He turned his head toward the dark street across the way.David's blue eyes met Camelia's swollen ones.They were fifty meters apart, separated by the road and by fate.Camelia wanted to scream, wanted to run over there and kneel. David! I am your wife! Forgive me! Take me back!However, David only looked at her for a second. Flat. Cold. Without emotion. As if Camelia were nothing more than a trash bag lying on the sidewalk.David then turned back to Elena, smiling warmly. He whispered something that made Elena laugh happily, then wrapped his arm around her waist and guided her into the warmth of the luxury hotel.The revolving door closed. The light vanished.Camelia was left behind in the darkness and rain once again.The pain in her chest was no longer from heartbreak, but from a crushing realization. She had thrown a pure diamond into the mud just because she was bli
A Difficult Choice
BOOM!The impact was deafening, like a glass bomb exploding. Sharp crystals scattered in all directions like bullets. The VIP balcony was obliterated.White dust billowed up. The orchestra music stopped abruptly.Silence for one second.Then, panicked screams erupted."AAAHHH!""The chandelier fell!""There are people under there! Call 911!"Chaos swept through the ballroom. Guests ran and shoved one another, expensive masks trampled on the floor. Blood began to seep from the ruins of the balcony, dripping onto the dance floor below. Seamus O'Connell and his three bodyguards died instantly, their bodies crushed under tons of crystal and iron.A tragic accident. At least, that was what would be written in tomorrow morning's papers.In the midst of that storm of panic, where people were screaming and running, David Vexley stood still. He didn't run. He didn't panic.He placed his empty champagne glass on a nearby table, then extended his hand to Elena."The music stopped, but the party
Elena's Midnight Visit
The long corridor leading to Elena's master bedroom in the Moretti Mansion was deadly silent, with only the sound of their footsteps brushing against the thick Persian carpet. Yet, in Elena Moretti's blood, the sound of the giant chandelier crashing last night still echoed loudly, pumping her adrenaline to a boiling point.She was still wearing her black gown, while David had untied his bow tie, letting it hang loosely around the neck of his white shirt, the top button undone.Arriving in front of the bedroom door, Elena didn't open it immediately. She turned around, pressing her back against the cold wood of the door, staring at David with eyes that flashed wildly—a mixture of residual terror and burning passion from being so close to the killer."You're not going home tonight, are you?" Elena asked, her breath slightly ragged. Her hand reached for David's lapel, pulling him closer until their bodies touched."Your father is in the west wing, Ele
Arthur Vexley Calls
The morning sun pierced through the glass walls, yet its rays failed to warm the air inside the Director of Operations' office. David Vexley sat in his oversized executive chair, idly twisting the silver ring on his ring finger. The ring felt heavier than usual after Grandpa Zypher's warning last night.Across from him, Maura Lannigan, who now served as his personal assistant, was pouring black coffee. Maura's face was still slightly pale from her punishment against the glass wall two nights ago, but her movements were swift."There is a board meeting scheduled for ten o'clock, Sir," Maura said softly, placing the cup on the desk. "They want an explanation regarding the death of Seamus O'Connell at the Halloween party yesterday. Our stock has taken a slight hit due to rumors of Moretti's involvement.""Let them wait," David replied flatly, his eyes never leaving his ring. "Just tell them it was an accident. Old chandelier, poor maintenance. Classic."<
Robert 2.0 - The Berserker
The main lobby of Titan Corp had transformed into a war zone in a matter of seconds.Thick smoke smelling of sulfur and burnt flesh billowed high from the wreckage of the box truck that had exploded at the entrance. Fire alarms wailed, competing with the hysterical screams of receptionists and employees running for their lives.From behind the curtain of black smoke, a giant shadow stepped out.The floor cracked under each of his footsteps. THUD... THUD...The figure stood two and a half meters tall. The flannel shirt and jeans he wore were torn to shreds, unable to contain the unnatural surge of muscle mass. His skin was a reddish-grey, stretched thin over bulging veins the size of fire hoses.It was Robert Gable. Or at least, something that used to be Robert.His face was distorted. His jaw had widened, his eyes glowed red without pupils, and foam dripped from his mouth. On his back, small metal tubes were embedded directly int
Battle of Monsters
The air on the second-floor balcony vibrated violently. It wasn't the wind, but the pressure of energy radiating from David Vexley's body. The purple tattoos creeping from his neck to his fingertips shone blindingly, burning his shirt into flying ash.David didn't see Robert. He only saw red. He saw Maura's broken body in the corner of the room.The System in his head screamed with panic warnings.[WARNING: Host Activating Forbidden Mode.][Mode: SYSTEM OVERDRIVE.][Consequence: Extreme Vitality Combustion.][Cost: 10 YEARS OF LIFESPAN. Confirm?]"TAKE IT!" David roared. His voice was no longer human, but an echo of thousands of angry Vexley spirits. "TAKE IT ALL!"ZIIING!A shockwave exploded from David's body. The concrete floor beneath his feet cracked in a spiderweb pattern. His black hair moved wildly as if blown by a hurricane, his eyes turning deep purple without a speck of white.Ten years of his life
The Sacrifice of the Slave Queen
Maura Lannigan's world had narrowed down to a spinning dark tunnel. The pain in her body was unbearable. Her shattered ribs stabbed into her lungs every time she tried to inhale. Warm blood soaked her face, which was pressed against the floor.Yet, amidst the ringing in her partially deafened ears, she heard one sound that forced her to stay conscious.David's choked voice.Maura opened her swollen eyes. The view in front of her was blurry, but she could see the horrific silhouette. Robert was lifting David high with one hand, while the other was clenched, ready to crush her master's head."No..." Maura whispered, foamy blood bubbling from her lips. "Don't..."David was her demon. David was her tormentor. But strangely, in these final moments, Maura realized that David was also the only thing that gave her purpose. Without David, she was just an empty, discarded woman. She couldn't let David die.Maura saw a shiny black object ly