All Chapters of JAEL FROST:THE RISE OF THE NEXUS SYSTEM : Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
11 chapters
CHAPTER 1: I DIED!
Click.The sound was soft but sharp, like a quiet note hanging in the thick air of the early afternoon. Jael Frost pushed open the front door of the penthouse apartment he shared. His fingers, stiff and tired, gripped the worn cardboard box that held his few belongings from the office. The box felt heavier than it should, as if it carried more than just papers and small trinkets — it carried the weight of his life crumbling apart.Jael’s face was a storm of emotions, but mostly there was a deep, hollow sadness. His lips pressed into a thin line, and his eyebrows furrowed in a way that made the lines between them deepen like cracks in old glass. He wanted to be angry, or shocked, or anything but this quiet ache inside. But the truth was, he felt defeated. He had just been fired, tossed out like garbage from the company he had given his blood, sweat, and sleepless nights to —Ryder Financial Corp one of the most powerful firms in the state.And the man who fired him was no stranger. It w
CHAPTER 2: BACK IN TIME
Jael's eyes snapped open.For a moment, everything felt strange.He was alive. Somehow, against all odds, he was still alive.He had just been hit by a speeding bus. A brutal, violent crash that should have ended him right there on the cold street.But now, there was no pain.No screaming agony in his bones. No burning wounds. No broken limbs.That was impossible.Maybe he was in a hospital. Maybe he had been knocked out cold and was now under heavy anesthesia.But the strange thing was, Jael didn’t feel numb. He didn’t feel like his body was shutting down.Instead, he felt fresh. Alive. Like he had just woken up from a long, deep sleep and stretched his arms for the first time in years.He slowly opened his eyes wider, blinking against the soft light.Around him, everything was quiet. No ambulance sirens blared in the distance. No cold pavement pressed against his skin.Instead, he was lying on a bed.His bed.Or at least it looked like it.But it wasn’t the bed from the penthouse. I
CHAPTER 3: INVESTMENTS
Jael Frost sat hunched in his chair, elbows pressing into the old wooden desk he remembered so well. The screen of his computer glowed faintly in the dim room. He was staring at a familiar business website. It looked old now. Simple layout. Bland fonts. But the article on it made his heart beat faster.It was about Nexus Coin.His eyes moved slowly over the words on the screen, drinking in the details. The article said that earlier this year, in January 2010, the first real transaction involving Nexus Coin had happened. Just a few digital transfers. But those early transactions changed everything. Back then, the price was barely a fraction of a cent. Jael blinked, doing the math in his head. Less than a tenth of a penny. Crazy.He paused for a moment, leaning back in the chair. It creaked under his weight.“Why didn’t the system send me back to January?” he whispered to himself. If he had gone back then, he could have acquired even more for less.But he knew he was being greedy.Right
CHAPTER 4: THE NEXUS SYSTEM
Jael Frost stared at the phone like it was something poisonous. His hand hovered near it but didn’t touch it. The screen buzzed and lit up with her name again: Kira Ryder. The sound of the ringtone filled the room, but his ears were ringing for a different reason. His pulse pounded hard in his neck, in his wrists, even behind his eyes.The last time he’d seen her, she was walking away with Paul Wilson. Her smile that day had been soft, but it burned like acid in his memories. Now she was calling him? Like nothing had ever happened? Like they hadn’t torn him apart?The phone buzzed a second time. Jael flinched. It was strange, like the vibration shook the whole room.He swallowed thickly, jaw clenched. His fingers grabbed the phone faster than he expected. A mix of anger and dread burned in his chest as he pressed the button to answer.“Hello?” he said. His voice came out sharp and dry.“Hey, you.” Her voice was smooth. Warm. Almost sweet enough to make his stomach turn. Jael sat stiff
CHAPTER 5: MRS FROST
Jael stepped into the hospital room slowly, quietly, like someone entering sacred ground. The scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, blending with the soft hum of machines. His heart pounded, palms damp, fear tightening his chest as if looking might shatter everything.But he looked.There she was.His mother.Mrs. Frost was half asleep, but when she heard his footsteps, her eyes fluttered open. They were tired eyes, yet the moment she saw him, her face lit up. A gentle, loving smile bloomed across her pale cheeks.“Jael,” she whispered. “My boy.”His chest clenched so hard it almost stole his breath. He wanted to rush forward, to hug her tightly, to never let go. But she looked so fragile. Her skin seemed thinner than he remembered, almost translucent, her arms so slight they looked as if they might break under too much strength.So instead, he sat beside her bed and took her hand. His fingers trembled as they wrapped around hers. Warm, but delicate—like holding a small bird.“Mom,
CHAPTER 6:THE FACE OF BETRAYAL
Jael rolled into the underground parking lot of Ryder Financial Corp, the wheels of his bike screeching against concrete as the sound echoed through the cavernous space. His chest rose and fell as he removed his helmet and looked up.There it was.Again.Ten years younger, yet unchanged.The company emblem rested proudly on the polished stone wall—a minimalist merge of the letters R and F. Not creative. Just expensive. Cold.Jael climbed off his bike and secured his helmet in the rear compartment. He brushed down the sleeves of his faded blazer. His fingers paused at the frayed cuff. It was the same jacket from before, still carrying the weight of struggle.He didn’t rush inside. He stood there, letting the memories wash over him.In his previous life, by the time of his death, Ryder Financial had rebranded everything. The logo had become a silver phoenix tearing through a digital sigil. The tower itself had been rebuilt—taller, sharper, wrapped in glass and sensors, voice-activated d
CHAPTER 7: A REBORN FROST
JAEL stood still for a brief moment, frozen in place. Kira Ryder’s arms were still around him, her familiar scent lingering like a memory he no longer wanted. Sweet. Soft. False.He didn’t want it anymore.He didn’t want her anymore.Slowly, he lifted his hands and gently pried her arms away from his neck, careful—not because he cared, but because he didn’t want a scene. His eyes never met hers.“I’m fine,” he muttered as he stepped past her, brushing her warmth away like something toxic. “Just caught off guard.”Kira tilted her head, confusion clouding her expression. “Are you sure? You look pale.”He nodded once and turned away, setting his briefcase down on Sandy’s desk without ceremony. “Thanks for letting me know.”She stared at him. “That’s it?” Her voice wavered. “Jael… are you mad at me?”He exhaled quietly.She still didn’t know. Of course she didn’t. The Kira who betrayed him hadn’t existed yet—not in this timeline. That version of her was still years away. Right now, she wa
CHAPTER 8: HELL HATH NO FURY THAN A DEFEATED NARCISSIST
The air inside Caden Ryder’s spacious office felt thick, charged, like the breathless pause before a storm broke. Jael Frost sat across from him, the two men locked in a silent contest of will. It felt like a fight had already begun—no fists, no weapons—just sharp eyes and unspoken challenge.Jael could feel Caden’s gaze pressing down on him, heavy and deliberate. It was the kind of stare meant to crush confidence, to remind people of their place. But Jael didn’t shrink.He sat straight, shoulders relaxed, hands tucked calmly into his jacket pockets. His face was unreadable. He was no longer the anxious graduate who bowed his head and swallowed humiliation. That version of him was gone.Between them, on the polished mahogany desk, lay the resignation letter.Still. Untouched. Almost mocking.Jael had expected an outburst—anger, shouting, maybe even threats. Instead, silence stretched between them, long and uncomfortable. Caden Ryder was clearly more shocked than furious.Interns didn’
CHAPTER 9: WHAT THE HELL IS A CHARACTER BONUS? WELL YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO FIND OUT
The afternoon sun dipped low, casting gold across the city’s skyline. Streets hummed with life—cars weaving, pedestrians moving, conversations drifting on the breeze.Jael sat on a worn bench, the rusty metal creaking beneath him. A cigarette rested loosely between his fingers, tip glowing faintly as he inhaled, smoke curling upward. His eyes stared into empty space, where the faint flicker of the Nexus System interface hovered only for him to see.A sudden notification cut through the haze.┏**Character Bonus Earned!**┛Jael’s eyes widened, cigarette paused mid-air. *Character Bonus? What’s this about?*The system continued, calm and clear.┏**Character Bonuses are awarded for demonstrating exceptional composure and strategy under pressure. Your conduct with Caden Ryder has granted your first Character Bonus.**┛A slow, calculating smile spread across Jael’s face. *So that’s what it’s for. Because of how I handled the meeting. Interesting.*Another alert chimed.┏**New Feature Unlock
CHAPTER 10: MORE DEBTS, MORE LOANS
Jael Frost parked his battered old bicycle a full block away from Crane Street. The familiar creak of the bike’s frame echoed in the quiet air as he locked the briefcase tightly to the seat. His eyes swept the street with a cautious sharpness, trying to drink in every detail around him.This part of the city was nothing like the busy, shining downtown where glass towers caught the sunlight. Here, the street was quieter. Too quiet. The flickering streetlights sputtered on and off like tired candles about to die. The storefronts were boarded up with splintered wood nailed crookedly over glass that had long since shattered. The air felt thick and heavy, almost like it was soaked in fear and desperation.Jael shivered a little, not just from the cold but from the heaviness that pressed down on his chest. This was the kind of place people avoided at all costs. Not just because crime thrived here, but because it sucked the hope right out of the air, like a black hole of lost dreams and brok