All Chapters of The Sovereign’s Retribution: Daily Login to Godhood: Chapter 1
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Chapter 01: The Bottom of the Abyss
The scent of bleach and death was the only thing Silas Vane could taste.He lay in a cramped, dimly lit ward of St. Jude’s Public Hospital—the kind of place where the poor were sent to be forgotten. His legs were suspended in traction, both shattered in three places. His ribs felt like jagged glass stabbing into his lungs with every shallow breath."You’re lucky to be alive, Mr. Vane," a weary-looking doctor said, glancing at a tablet. "But 'alive' is a relative term. The spinal damage is severe. You might never walk again without assistance. And then there’s the matter of your outstanding balance..."Silas stared at the cracked ceiling. Ten days ago, he was the lead architect for the Sterling Group, engaged to the woman of his dreams, Elena Vance. Today, he was a nameless cripple.Julian Thorne—the heir to the Thorne conglomerate—hadn't just stolen Silas's blueprints; he had stolen Silas's life. When Silas tried to blow the whistle, Julian’s "security team" had cornered him in a dark
Chapter 02: The Miracle in Room 402
The pain was not a dull ache; it was a symphony of agony. Silas Vane gripped the sides of the hospital bed, his knuckles turning white as his bones groaned, shifted, and fused. It felt like liquid fire was being poured into his marrow.But then, as quickly as it had begun, the fire turned into a cool, refreshing spring.Silas exhaled a breath he didn't know he was holding. He looked down at his legs. The heavy plaster casts felt... light. Empty. He flexed his toes. Then his ankles. The "permanent" nerve damage Julian Thorne’s thugs had gifted him was gone."System," he whispered in his mind. "Open the Beginner’s Box."[Ding! Opening Beginner’s Box...] [Congratulations! You have obtained:][Passive Skill: Sovereign’s Presence] – Your gaze carries the weight of a king. Intimidates those with lower status/willpower.[Active Skill: The Eye of Discernment (Grade F)] – Allows you to see the basic 'value' and 'weakness' of any object or person.[Item: The Obsidian Centurion Card] – A black c
Chapter 03: The Nightshade Encounter
The black luxury sedan glided through the rain-slicked streets of Veridian City. Sarah Miller sat in the plush leather seat next to Silas, her hands clenching her worn nursing bag. She looked at Silas—dressed in a simple hospital gown but draped in a borrowed coat—and felt as if she were sitting next to a dormant volcano."Silas," she whispered, "that card... that money... Julian Thorne will find out you're alive. He has eyes everywhere. The police, the banks, the docks—he owns this city."Silas turned his gaze from the window. His eyes seemed to catch the neon lights of the city and refract them into something colder. "Let him watch. I want him to see me coming. I want him to feel the walls closing in."[Ding! It is now 00:00. Daily Login is available.] [Would the Host like to Log In?]Login, Silas commanded internally.[Ding! Login Successful!] [Day 2 Reward: 1x 'Ghost-Step' Movement Technique (Passive) & 1x 'Dragon-Slaying' Perception Upgrade.] [The Host's 'Eye of Discernment' has
Chapter 04: The Architect of Ruin
The Royal Penthouse of the Grand Valerius was less of a hotel room and more of a glass-walled fortress suspended above the clouds. Silas Vane stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the grid of Veridian City. Below, the headlights of cars looked like blood cells pumping through the veins of a dying giant.Sarah Miller stood in the center of the marble foyer, her hands still trembling as she clutched her nurse's bag. "Silas... the Nightshades. Do you have any idea who they are? My brother mentioned them. They aren't just rich; they’re the 'Old Blood.' People who cross them don't just go to jail—they vanish."Silas didn't turn around. "Fear is a reaction to the unknown, Sarah. Once you see the world for what it truly is—a series of systems and weaknesses—fear becomes irrelevant."He sat down at a sleek, obsidian-topped desk. With a thought, he summoned the system interface.[Current Status: Recovering (92%)] [Wealth: $100,030,000 (Vane Offshore Account)] [Daily Login: 14
Chapter 05: The Night of the Crimson Rain
The penthouse windows vibrated under the assault of a sudden, unnatural storm. The sky wasn't grey; it was a bruised, sickly purple.Silas stood in the center of the dark lounge, his eyes closed. He didn't need light. His [Dragon-Slaying Perception] rendered the room in lines of shimmering gold and deep shadows. He could feel the heartbeats in the building—Sarah’s frantic, bird-like pulse in the bedroom, and a second, cold, rhythmic thrumming approaching from the elevator shaft.Not the elevator. The shaft.[System Warning: 'The Cleaner' has entered the combat zone.] [Detection: High-Frequency Vibration Blades detected. Target is a 'Modified Human'.]The glass of the balcony door didn't shatter; it disintegrated into dust. A figure draped in a high-tech, matte-black cloak stepped inside. Where a face should have been, there was only a glowing red visor. In each hand, the assassin held a monofilament wire that hummed with a deadly, invisible frequency."Silas Vane," the voice was a syn
Chapter 06: The Price of Disrespect
The morning sun over Veridian City was pale and cold, filtering through the shattered remains of the penthouse windows. Silas Vane sat cross-legged on the floor amidst the debris, his eyes closed. In his hand, a translucent scroll pulsed with a ghostly light before dissolving into his palms.[Ding! 'Mind-Read' Skill Scroll (Grade F) successfully learned.] [Effect: Allows the Host to hear the surface thoughts of any target with lower Willpower than the Host. Range: 10 meters.]"System," Silas thought, his voice echoing in the silence of his mind. "Perform the Day 4 Login."[Ding! Login Successful!] [Day 4 Reward: 1x 'Aetherius' Limited Edition Hyper-SUV (Phantom Black) & 1x 'Grandmaster of Etiquette' Passive Skill.] [The 'Aetherius' is currently parked in the Grand Valerius VIP garage. Ownership documents are in your inventory.]Silas stood up, his movements fluid and predatory. The [Grandmaster of Etiquette] skill integrated into his mind, refining his posture and every micro-expressi
Chapter 07: The Ghost at the Gala
The Grand Valerius Ballroom was a cathedral of excess. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen explosions from the gold-leaf ceiling, casting a shimmering light over the cream of Veridian City’s society. Men in four-thousand-dollar suits and women draped in rare gems sipped champagne that cost more than a nurse’s monthly salary.At the center of the room stood Julian Thorne. He was the picture of a modern prince—composed, handsome, and utterly lethal. Beside him, Elena Vance leaned into his shoulder, her hand resting on his arm. She wore a dress of silver silk that clung to her curves, her eyes scanning the room with the practiced boredom of someone who had successfully traded her soul for a seat at the top."To the future of the Sterling-Thorne merger," Julian announced, raising his glass. The crowd erupted in applause. "A future built on innovation, strength, and the removal of... outdated elements."Elena smiled, a slight shiver of delight running through her. She knew exactly what "o
Chapter 08: The Breath of the Weaver
The air in the Grand Valerius Ballroom had turned from celebratory to suffocating. While the elite scrambled to save their portfolios from the plummeting Sterling Vanguard stock, Silas Vane sat at the bar, swirling a glass of sapphire-colored gin.Sarah Miller stood beside him, her eyes constantly scanning the room. She was no longer the timid nurse; she was a sentinel. "Silas, the Mayor’s daughter is staring at you. And she looks like she wants to either arrest you or kill you."Silas didn't look up. "Isabella Westwood. Twenty-two, Harvard graduate, black belt in Krav Maga, and currently the most spoiled woman in the Tri-State area. She’s not here for business. She’s here for the spectacle."[Ding! It is now 00:00. Day 5 Login is available.] [Warning: This is a Major Milestone Login. Rewards have been upgraded.] [Would the Host like to Log In?]Login, Silas commanded.[Ding! Login Successful!] [Day 5 Milestone Reward: 1x 'The Weaver’s Pulse' (Legendary Medical Skill) & 1x 'Aether-Inf
Chapter 09: The Scent of Desperation
The Sovereign Clinic didn't look like a medical facility. Located in a repurposed cathedral in the heart of the Upper East District, it was a monolith of black marble and tempered glass. There were no waiting rooms, only private lounges. There were no generic doctors, only Silas Vane and a hand-picked staff of loyalists led by Sarah Miller.Outside, the street was lined with armored vehicles. Since the miracle at the gala, the elite of Veridian City were no longer looking for plastic surgeons; they were looking for a man who could touch the soul.Silas sat in his office—the old altar of the cathedral—watching the dawn break through the stained glass.[Ding! It is now 00:00. Day 6 Login is available.] [Would the Host like to Log In?]Login, Silas thought.[Ding! Login Successful!] [Day 6 Reward: 1x 'Sovereign’s Ledger' (Unique Artifact) & 1x 'Lie-Eater' Passive Perk.] [The Sovereign’s Ledger: Any contract signed in this book is absolute. Breaking it results in 'Soul-Dissolution'.] [Lie
Chapter 10: The Midnight Sentinel
The air inside the Sovereign Clinic grew heavy, tasting of ozone and ancient rot. The shadows in the corners of the repurposed cathedral began to stretch and peel away from the walls like black skin.Sarah Miller stood behind the obsidian reception desk, her knuckles white as she gripped a medical scalpel—a useless gesture against a ghost, but she wouldn't go down without a fight. Isabella and Sloane were in the inner sanctum, protected by a barrier Silas had hastily etched into the floor using Aether-infused silver."Silas," Sarah’s voice was a whisper, "it’s getting cold. The temperature just dropped twenty degrees.""Get back, Sarah," Silas commanded. He stood in the center of the nave, the Soul-Reaper’s Dagger glowing with a faint, hungry light.The oily fog Elena had left behind coalesced into a towering shape. It had no face, only a vertical slit that opened to reveal a hundred weeping eyes. It was a Void Stalker, a high-tier assassin from the 'Blind Eye' sent to scrub Silas fro