The Grand Auditorium of the Global Science Foundation was bathed in the flashing lights of thousands of cameras. It was the most prestigious night in the academic world.Standing arrogantly at the center of the grand stage was Chu Feng, a college dropout who, until a month ago, couldn't even pass basic algebra. Now, he was holding the Supreme Innovator Award, being hailed as the greatest scientific mind of the century for 'discovering' a revolutionary clean energy formula.Sitting in a wheelchair in the front row was Dr. Elara, the actual brilliant astrophysicist who had spent twenty years of her life developing that exact formula. However, a week ago, her mind had mysteriously collapsed. Her eyes were now vacant and unfocused, her incredible intellect completely erased.Chu Feng looked down at the drooling woman and smirked, a glowing, invisible digital interface hovering in his retina. [Target: Dr. Elara. Intellect Plundered: 100%. Host IQ upgraded to 250.]"Thank you," Chu Feng spo

The gleaming, polished marble lobby of the Zenith Mega-Corporation headquarters was a bustling hub of high-end business. Right in the middle of it stood Lin Fan, the undisputed 'Supreme God of Wealth' who secretly controlled half the global economy. However, today, he was disguised in a cheap, faded yellow delivery uniform, holding a crushed plastic bag of spicy beef noodles.Standing opposite him was Young Master Zhao, a junior executive whose father was the Vice President of the company. Zhao sneered, violently kicking the delivery bag out of Lin Fan's hand. The noodles and hot broth splattered all over the pristine marble floor."You are ten minutes late, you pathetic piece of trash!" Young Master Zhao shouted, adjusting his Rolex. "Do you know how much my time is worth? I make more in a minute than you make in a decade! Get on your knees, lick the floor clean, and maybe I won't give you a one-star review that will get you fired!"Lin Fan didn’t get angry. He didn’t clean the floor

The opulent, minimalist penthouse office of Chloe, the brilliant and notoriously untouchable CEO of the Horizon Conglomerate, was usually a fortress of strict corporate efficiency. Today, however, the atmosphere was suffocating and deeply uncomfortable.Sitting across from her mahogany desk was 'Master' Xuan, a self-proclaimed 'Supreme Physiognomist and Divine Healer'. He wore a cheap imitation silk robe and sported an incredibly arrogant, predatory smirk. He had been forcefully recommended by Chloe's superstitious board of directors to cure her recent bouts of chronic migraines.Xuan’s eyes roamed disrespectfully up and down Chloe’s immaculate professional attire."CEO Chloe," Xuan drawled, leaning back in his chair. "Your migraines are not a medical issue. You have a severe, life-threatening blockage in your Yin meridians caused by an ancient curse. Western medicine is useless here. To clear this bad fortune and save your life, I must perform a deep, physical 'Bone-Touching Divinati

The private, ultra-luxurious docks of the Azure Dragon Syndicate were cloaked in the cold, misty darkness of midnight. Moored at the pier was the Crimson Leviathan, a multi-million-credit mega-yacht belonging to 'Bloodhand' Zhao, the absolute, ruthless ruler of the city's underground mafia.Zhao stood on the polished teakwood deck, casually sipping a glass of vintage champagne. Below him on the dock, surrounded by fifty heavily armed syndicate enforcers, was a terrified nineteen-year-old valet named Tommy. Tommy was weeping uncontrollably, his legs currently encased in a heavy steel barrel. Two massive thugs were pouring wet, quick-drying industrial cement into the barrel, trapping the teenager inside.Tommy's crime? He had accidentally left a microscopic scratch on the bumper of Zhao's custom Bugatti while parking it."Please, Lord Zhao! I'll pay for the repairs! I'll work for you for the rest of my life! Just don't kill me!" Tommy screamed, thrashing wildly as the heavy cement reach

The ultra-secure, subterranean Cyber-Command Center of the global Sterling Conglomerate was in a state of absolute, catastrophic panic. Sirens blared, and red warning lights bathed the room in a bloody glow.Suddenly, every single multi-million-credit holographic monitor in the room flickered and was violently overridden. The complex financial data was replaced by a massive, poorly drawn cartoon turtle sticking its tongue out. A synthesized, childish voice echoed through the command center: "Hello, Scumbag Daddy! If you want your precious logistics network back, come to the Starlight Cafe and apologize to my Mommy!"Meanwhile, a few miles away in the upscale Starlight Cafe, the perpetrator was calmly sipping a juice box. 'Little Leo' was a devastatingly handsome five-year-old boy wearing a tiny, custom-tailored suit. He sat across from his mother, Anya, a beautiful woman who looked on with proud, oblivious affection as her son typed furiously on a military-grade, heavily encrypted tac