“Mom! Dad!”The moment Damian opened the door, he rushed toward his parents like a child.Eight years.It had been eight long years since he had last seen them.He had regretted allowing them to leave with that group of looters in his previous life. If only he had prioritized his parents instead of everyone else. If only he had—“You fool! What have you done this time?!” Madam Charlene Cross, Damian’s mother, shouted furiously.Before Damian could react, she struck him on the head.He winced and immediately covered the sore spot.“Ouch! Why did you hit me, Mom?” Damian asked in confusion.A second blow suddenly struck his thigh.This time, it came from his father, Don Ruel Cross.“Dad!”His parents pushed him back into the apartment. Neither of them paid any attention to his complaints of pain.“Have you finally lost your mind?” Charlene demanded.She sat on the sofa and continued glaring at her son while Damian rubbed his aching thigh.Ruel sat beside his wife, his expression equally

"Congratulations, Master! Task One completed! Your reward has already been sent."Damian smiled when he heard the system's notification.He didn't bother checking his reward yet.Instead, he headed to the gym to complete his second task.In his previous life, Damian had known nothing about fighting. He had eventually learned how to defend himself after the apocalypse began, but by then, it had already been too late. What little he learned was barely enough to keep himself alive.This time, he wouldn't make the same mistake.He would make sure his lack of combat experience would never become a weakness again.After finishing at the gym, Damian headed straight to the Cross Oceanic Shipbuilding Complex.It was one of Cross Corporation's largest shipyards, where luxury yachts, commercial vessels, and other marine vehicles were designed and constructed before being sold to clients around the world.It was also one of the assets Damian intended to sell.The moment he entered the largest dry