All Chapters of After Being Humiliated, I Awaken An Infinite Spending System: Chapter 91
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The storm had completely cleared by morning, leaving the lower sectors under a cold bright sun that offered no warmth. The heavy rain from the night before had turned the unpaved streets into thick drying mud that clung to Caleb’s ruined leather shoes as he dragged his feet forward.Every single step he takes was painful. His left hand was clamped tightly over his right side, trying to keep his cracked ribs from shifting. His pristine white shirt from yesterday is now grey with dirt, torn at the shoulder and stained with the dried blood from the vault beating.He is moving aimlessly while his mind is completely numb, when the sharp click of a car door closing echoed from a narrow alleyway to his left.Caleb stopped. He didn't have the energy to run."Step away from the main path Caleb. Slowly."The voice was steady, sharp and intensely familiar. Caleb turned his head slightly, his vision blurred by the bright sunlight. Emerging from the shadow of an old brick building is Detectiv
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Caleb stumbled back, his cracked ribs flaring with sharp pain. He clenched his fists inside his pockets, his teeth grinding together so hard his jaw ached.He didn't say a single word. He turned his back on their laughter and walked away with his head bowed, the weight of the absolute rejection crushing whatever pride he had left.By evening, his vision was swimming with dark spots, his knees shaking so badly he could barely balance his weight.He wandered into a narrow dark alleyway behind a row of cheap grocery stalls. The air smelled of rotting cabbage and sour milk. Caleb looked around frantically, his heart hammering against his ribs with a deep suffocating sense of shame.He approached a large green metal dumpster. His hands were trembling violently as he reached inside, moving past sticky plastic bags until his fingers brushed against a discarded, stale piece of hard bread that had been thrown into the waste, caked in black dust.The former Chairman of CAL Capital stood in
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The echo of the slamming warehouse doors faded, leaving the space completely dark and silent.Caleb lay face down on the freezing floor. The dust on the floor soaked into the thick pooling blood under his face, turning into a gritty paste against his lips. Every small twitch of his fingers sent a sharp pain straight to his chest. His nose was smashed flat, and the thick blood filled the back of his throat, making him choke.He didn't try to roll over nor have the strength to lift his chin out of the dirt.Inside his head, the silence of the warehouse felt incredibly heavy. John’s voice kept ringing in his ears, louder than the physical pain. "You didn't even look at our faces."'He was right,' Caleb thought, his chest tightening with a deep, hollow ache. 'I sat in that giant glass tower and thought I was a god. I ruined everyone. I took their livelihoods away with a single click because I thought they were just numbers on a screen.'A bitter tear mixed with the blood run down his
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He stood there swaying in the dark, his hands gripping the rough iron just to keep his knees from locking up. His mind was completely empty, blurred by the agonizing throbbing in his face and ribs. He didn't know where to go or what he is supposed to do next. He was just trying to keep his eyes open.[PING!]The sudden violet light cut through the pitch blackness of the warehouse making him flinch.[NEW MISSION GENERATED: FIND A TEMPORARY SHELTER][Task: Locate a hidden, dry spot inside this warehouse and rest until sunrise.][Current Progress: 0 / 1][Reward: $2.00. Funds will drop directly into your right pants pocket.]Caleb stared blindly at the glowing screen.'Shelter?' Caleb thought, his head spinning as he looked around the massive, dark room. 'I can barely stand here. It's true, I need to give a place. John and his men are somewhere around the premises... If they come out and see me...'His body didn't care about his worries as a sudden wave of dizziness hit him and his gri
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"Two pieces of dough please," he said, his voice completely hoarse.The old woman didn't look at the coins. She looked at his torn bloody shirt, his crooked nose and the dark bruising around his eyes. Her face twisted in disgust while she grabbed a wooden rolling pin, pointing it right at his chest."Get away from my stall you street rat," she snapped loudly, making a few shoppers turn around to look. "I know your type. You steal from the stalls and bring the wardens down here with your fights. Move along before I call the security on you!"Caleb froze, his palm still holding the coins.Another woman nearby immediately pulled her young child away, scoffing under her breath. "Disgusting. The market is getting filled with useless trash like this."At the next stall... a large heavy-set butcher chopping meat looked over and slammed his cleaver into the wooden block. "Hey, boy! You deaf? The lady told you to beat it! Move your pathetic ass before I come over there and move it for you!"B
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[Reward Disbursed: $1.00 cash generated.][Total Balance: $15.00]The old woman gently helped Caleb lean his back against a wooden post. She pulled her clean apron up using it to tenderly wipe the blood and sweat from his face, her heart was completely breaking for Caleb."Why didn't you just say you were starving?" she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion and love for his stubborn honesty. "I'm so sorry boy. I'm so sorry I struck you."The surrounding shoppers stood in a quiet circle, looking down at Caleb with deep respect and profound pity. They didn't know his name, but his absolute refusal to steal or beg had completely won them over.The woman ran back to her pot, scooped three massive fresh dough cakes out of the hot oil, wrapped them in a thick clean cloth, and rushed back. She forced the warm bundle into Caleb's hands then took his two silver coins from the counter and pushed them back into his pocket."Keep your money," she said, tears running down her wrinkled ch
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"Look at him!" Blade laughed, raising his iron pipe over Caleb's head. "You want to protect this stall so bad? Let's see how much your bones can take."The old woman wept from behind the counter, reaching out to grab Caleb’s torn shirt. "Please, just take my money and go! Don't kill him!"Blade ignored her, his eyes locked on Caleb with pure disdain. He swung the iron pipe down toward Caleb’s shoulder.Caleb didn't run nor move out of the way. He braced himself, using his own back to shield the old woman’s frying pot.[CRACK.]The rusted pipe slammed hard against Caleb's collarbone. The sound of the impact echoed through the quiet street. Caleb’s knees buckled instantly, and fell to his knees in the dirt... a heavy groan tearing out of his throat. His entire left side went completely numb with pain, and he choked on the fresh blood rushing into his mouth."Still alive?" Blade mocked, lifting his heavy boot and pressing it hard against Caleb’s chest, shoving him down into the dirt. "
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The old woman rushed into the room carrying a clean bowl of steaming water and a roll of rough cloth. The butcher stepped over the cot, his hands holding a small bottle of cheap stinging alcohol."Listen to me kid," the butcher said, his rough voice surprisingly gentle as he looked at Caleb's crooked face. "Your nose is completely out of place and those ribs are shifting. I need to set them right now, or you're going to suffocate. You have to stay with me. Don't close your eyes."Caleb couldn't move his neck but gave a little nod.The butcher poured the alcohol over a clean rag. "Hold him down Martha," he muttered to the woman.The old woman gently pressed her hands against Caleb’s shoulders. The butcher didn't waste any time. He placed his thumbs against the side of Caleb’s smashed nose and gave a sudden shove.[SNAP.]A sickening crunch echoed inside Caleb's skull while a deep pain exploded behind his eyes. Caleb’s entire body went rigid, his fingers tearing into the fabric. He wa
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Hours passed in total darkness. When Caleb finally opened his eyes, the sharp morning glare had faded into a dull afternoon sunlight cutting through a small grime-covered window near the ceiling.He lay perfectly still for a moment listening. The distant screech of the wardens' whistles was gone, replaced by the rhythmic heavy thuds of a meat cleaver striking wood from the front of the shop.[PING!][Current Health Status: 14%. Baseline stabilization complete. Muscle soreness and rib fractures remain severe.]Caleb remembered Martha’s wrinkled face and her gentle refusal to take his cash.In his world, everything was a transaction. Free help didn't exist. Living under their roof without paying made him feel like a parasitic monster.He gripped the edge of the cot and forced his legs to swing over the side. The moment his feet touched the cold floor, dizziness rushed to his head while his tightly bound ribs throbbed with painful ache. He leaned against the wall gasping for breath th
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'The tavern?' Caleb thought desperately. 'That's their territory. If any of them recognize me from this morning, they will beat me to death and dump my body in the water. I'm at 14% health. I can't run.'The system didn't change its text... a ten-minute timer appeared in the corner, silently ticking away. The system wasn't asking him; it's forcing him to take the risk. If he wants to save Mac and Martha from the problem he caused, he needed information."Mac," Caleb said, his voice low and raspy. "Don't do anything that will hurt you. If they bring a crowd, a cleaver won't save this shop. You need to know what you're up against."Mac looked over at him, his eyes sharp. "You stay out of this Caleb. You did enough this morning. Go back and lock the door from the inside."Caleb didn't argue. He turned around and limped back into the room, closing the door behind him. He waited until he heard Mac and Martha arguing quietly in the front shop, then turned toward the small delivery door at