All Chapters of The Castaway Supreme : Chapter 1
- Chapter 10
20 chapters
Chapter 1: The Blood on the Concrete
The smell of burnt onions and cheap grease filled the small kitchen. Marcus wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his dirty sleeve. He picked up a heavy sponge and started scrubbing a greasy frying pan. His hands were rough, covered in dark scars and thick calluses. Marcus did not know where those scars came from. He did not know his real age, his real name, or where he belonged. Two years ago, he woke up beside a trash can in the muddy alley behind this diner. He had no memories at all. His mind was a black hole.An old man named Peter found him shaking in the cold rain. Peter did not call the police or throw him away. Instead, Peter brought him inside, gave him a bowl of hot soup, and called him Marcus. Since that day, Marcus worked in the kitchen to pay Peter back.Marcus was a man of few words. He spent his days washing dishes, chopping vegetables, and carrying heavy bags of rice. He was tall and broad, but he always kept his head down. The people in the neighborhood called
Chapter 2: The Beggar Strikes Back
The bald thug blinked his eyes in shock. He pulled on the iron pipe with all his strength, but it did not move even an inch. Marcus held the cold metal with just three fingers of his right hand. His grip was tighter than a steel vice. The blood was still dripping down his face, but his eyes were completely calm. They were not the eyes of a beggar anymore. They were the eyes of a king.“What are you doing. Pull it back and crush him.” Kane shouted from behind, his face twisted in anger.The bald thug grunted, his face turning bright red as he used both hands to pull the pipe. Marcus let out a soft breath. Deep inside his brain, a dark door flew open. A massive wave of memories crashed into his mind. He did not remember his past name yet, but his body remembered how to fight. His muscles tightened. His bones popped. His old, hidden fighting habits woke up instantly.Marcus released his grip on the pipe suddenly.The bald thug was pulling so hard that when Marcus let go, the thug flew
Chapter 3: The King Awakens
The world was dark and cold for a long time. Then, a soft light began to shine through the darkness. Christian opened his eyes slowly. His head throbbed with a dull, heavy ache, but the confusion that had filled his mind for two long years was completely gone. Every single piece of his past was now crystal clear.He looked up at the ceiling. It was made of old wooden boards with water stains in the corners. He was lying on a small, narrow bed with a thin mattress. The blanket over his chest smelled faintly of lavender soap and old cotton.Christian sat up, his muscles tensing. He looked around the small room. There was a cheap plastic wardrobe in the corner, a single wooden chair, and a small desk with a few school textbooks. This was Clara’s bedroom. She had given up her own bed to let him rest.He placed his feet on the cold floor and looked down at his hands. They were still dirty from the kitchen grease, but they did not belong to a beggar anymore. They belonged to Christian Ster
Chapter 4: The Shadow Assistant
Christian did not move from the window. His eyes stayed locked on the massive black sedan parked in the mud. The car was worth more than this entire block of houses. In a poor place like this, a vehicle like that meant only two things. It meant an ultra rich lord was visiting, or a powerful enemy had arrived to kill someone.The heavy passenger door swung open quietly. A tall man stepped out into the dirty alley. He wore a crisp, tailored navy suit that did not have a single wrinkle. His shoes were polished black leather, and he did not seem to care that he was stepping right into a puddle of muddy water. He had grey hair at his temples and a serious, sharp face.Christian’s heart gave a sudden thump. He recognized that face instantly.It was Vance.Vance was his father's most trusted advisor, the man who had helped Christian run the entire Sterling Financial Empire. He was the only person who knew all of Christian's secret bank accounts and hidden safe houses. For two years, Christi
Chapter 5: The King Stands Firm
The giant yellow bulldozer let out a loud roar, blowing thick black smoke into the air. The heavy metal tracks crushed the trash cans on the sidewalk, turning them into flat pieces of plastic. Clara was standing on the porch of the diner, her hands gripping the wooden railing so hard that her knuckles turned white. Peter stood right behind her, his face completely pale as he stared at the massive iron blade coming toward their home.Stop. Please stop. Clara screamed, her voice cracking with pure terror. You cannot do this. We live here. This is our shop.The bulldozer stopped just three feet away from the diner's front door. The engine was still shaking the ground. Kane stepped down from the side of the driver’s cabin, a nasty grin on his bandaged face. Next to him walked a short, fat man wearing an expensive grey suit that looked too tight for his big belly. This man had a gold watch on his wrist and a cruel look in his small eyes. His name was Miller, the most corrupt landlord in
Chapter 6: The Weight of Cash
The massive yellow bulldozer let out a terrifying squeal as the driver pushed the gas pedal down hard. The heavy metal blade tilted forward, moving toward Christian’s chest at a steady pace. Clara screamed at the top of her lungs, covering her face with her hands. Peter collapsed onto his knees on the wooden porch, closing his eyes because he could not bear to watch the young man get crushed into pieces.Kane laughed with pure joy, jumping up and down like a manic child. Run him over. Flatten him like a pancake.Christian did not move a single inch. He stood as still as a giant stone monument in the middle of the road. His feet were planted firmly in the mud, and his face did not show even a tiny trace of fear. To him, this giant machine was nothing but a toy.Stop the vehicle right now.A loud, ice-cold voice boomed from the end of the alley. It was Vance.Before the bulldozer blade could touch Christian’s shirt, three large black SUVs turned the corner with a loud screech of tires.
Chapter 7: The Master of Ruin
The muddy street was completely quiet except for the low hum of the bulldozer engine. Miller stared at his phone lying in the dirty water. The terrified screams of his big billionaire boss were still echoing in his ears. His fat body began to shake so hard that his knees sank deeper into the cold mud. He looked up at Christian, his eyes wide with absolute horror.Who are you. Miller whispered, his voice cracking like dry wood. Please, who are you.Christian did not say a word. He just stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. Beside him, Vance adjusted his clean suit and looked down at Miller with total disgust.Your boss is right, Miller, Vance said, his voice cold and steady. Your company is dead. Ten seconds ago, an anonymous buyer used the ultimate power of the Sterling Group to purchase every single share of your corporation. You do not work for a billionaire anymore. Your boss is now a beggar compared to the man standing in front of you.Miller felt his heart drop into
Chapter 8: The Price of Terror
The sharp steel blade of the switchblade flashed in the grey light. Clara froze completely, her eyes wide with terror as Kane lunged toward her like a rabid dog. She could feel the cold wind from the moving knife just inches away from her skin. Her father Peter let out a weak cry, reaching out his frail hand, but he was far too slow to stop the mad criminal.Kane’s face was twisted with an evil, crazy smile. He wanted to see blood. He wanted to see the quiet kitchen beggar weep in agony.But Christian was already moving. To his elite, military trained body, Kane’s desperate attack looked as slow as a snail crawling through thick mud.Christian leaped onto the wooden porch with a single, powerful bound. His large body blurred in the air. Before the sharp tip of the steel knife could scratch even a single hair on Clara’s neck, Christian’s large right hand shot forward like a striking cobra. His thick fingers clamped around Kane’s hairy wrist with absolute precision.The knife stopped e
Chapter 9: The Arrogant Young Master
Julian walked forward with a slow, proud step. He tapped his expensive leather cane against the concrete with a sharp click after every pace. His eyes looked around the small, old diner porch with total disgust, as if he were walking through a pile of rotting garbage.When he reached the bottom of the wooden steps, he stopped. He looked at Christian’s dirty shirt and torn jeans, and a cruel, mocking laugh came out of his mouth.What a filthy place, Julian said, his voice high and annoying. And what a filthy person standing here.Christian stayed perfectly still. He kept his head lowered just a little bit so that his long, messy hair covered the top of his face. He wanted to see what this fool would do.Vance stood in the shadows near the black SUV, his hands tightening into hard fists. He knew exactly who Julian was. Julian was not part of the Sterling family, but he was a spoiled young master from the prominent Vance family branch that had allied with Christian's corrupt relatives. J
Chapter 10: The Scraps of Pride
The white piece of paper fluttered slightly against Christian’s chest before falling down. Christian caught it with two fingers before it could touch the muddy porch floor. He held the one million dollar check up to the light, looking at Julian’s messy signature with a calm, amused expression.Julian let out a loud, proud laugh, crossing his arms over his white designer suit. He thought he had won. He thought every poor person had a price, and one million dollars was enough to make any slum beggar jump through hoops like a circus animal.See that, beggar. Julian sneered, tapping his shiny leather shoes against the bottom step. That is the power of the Vance family name. Now, take that money, pack your rags, and run away before I change my mind. If you stay here for another minute, I will take that check back and let my men use your head as a football.Clara ran forward, her face full of deep worry. She grabbed Christian’s arm tightly. Marcus, do not listen to him. Do not take his dirt