2026-05-21 23:36:00"Oh my god, he got kicked out of the diner last night, and now he's getting banned from the plaza! Who the hell is this new Chairman Caleb? He is completely obliterating the Vance family's reputation!"
"The girl looks like a total gold-digger. Look at her crying and losing her shoe!"
The whispers, laughter, and mockery hit Chloe like a wave of physical bricks.
She covered her face with her hands, sobbing uncontrollably as her high heel snapped, causing her to stumble awkwardly over the polished floor.
Julian was violently resisting, kicking and screaming the entire way down the grand escalator. "Caleb! I will kill you! I swear to God, I will buy this entire city block and crush you into dust! Let me go!"
The guards ignored his empty threats completely. They dragged them down through the main lobby and violently threw them out of the massive glass revolving doors.
Julian and Chloe hit the hard concrete of the public plaza outside, tumbling into the dirt in front of hundreds of onlookers and passing drivers.
Their expensive luxury shopping bags were tossed directly onto the pavement right next to them.
Inside the master monitoring room on the top floor of Central Luxury Plaza, Caleb sat comfortably in a large leather chair, quietly sipping a glass of iced water.
He watched the real-time security footage on a massive wall of monitors, observing Julian screaming at the sky like a madman while Chloe wept bitterly in the dirt.
The blue holographic screen hovered before his eyes, glowing with a sweet, dangerous light.
[PING!]
[Quota Progress: $80,000,000 out of $100,000,000 spent.]
[Spite Points Accumulated: +250,000!]
Caleb stood up slowly, adjusting the cuffs of his flawless new suit.
He looked at the remaining twenty million dollars sitting in his account, his eyes gleaming with dark, dangerous anticipation.
"Midnight is approaching fast," Caleb whispered to the empty room, a cold smile forming on his lips. "Time to go to the Mingle Club and spend the rest."
Outside the grand entrance of Central Luxury Plaza was freezing, but the blistering stares of the gathering crowd burned hotter than fire.
Julian sprawled awkwardly on the pavement, his pristine Italian suit stained with grey city dust. Right next to him, Chloe let out a sharp cry as she tried to stand, only for her broken high heel to give out completely, sending her tumbling back into the dirt.
"Get away from us! Don't look at me!" Chloe shrieked, frantically trying to pull her torn dress over her knees.
But nobody was listening to her pleas.
Directly in front of the entrance, a glamorous outdoor pop-up event was being hosted by the city’s top fashion influencers and elite socialites.
Dozens of high-end cameras, ring lights and smartphones were already pointed directly at the revolving glass doors.
"Oh my god, guys! Are you seeing this?!" a viral fashion streamer with five million active followers, gasped directly into her professional streaming rig. "We are live at the Central Luxury Plaza, and Julian Vance—the heir of the Vance Group—just got physically thrown out of the building like a sack of garbage!"
The smartphone in her hand flashed with a blinding speed as her live chat exploded with tens of thousands of comments per second.
"No way! Is that really Young Master Vance?"
"Look at his face! He's covered in dirt!"
"Who threw him out?! I thought the Vance family owned half of this district!"
"The girl next to him is Chloe, right? Wow, talk about a major fall from grace!"
Julian snapped. The utter humiliation of being broadcasted live to millions of people online shattered the last remaining pieces of his sanity.
He scrambled to his feet, his hair messy and his eyes bloodshot with pure rage.
"Turn those cameras off!" Julian roared, lunging toward her camera crew. "Do you know who I am?! I will buy your entire media network and destroy your lives by tonight! Delete the footage!"
"Step back, sir," a stone-faced security guard from the plaza warned, stepping between Julian and the influencers, his hand resting firmly on his taser. "You are currently trespassing on Chairman Caleb's private property. Move along before we arrest you."
Hearing that name again made Chloe choke on her own breath.
She looked up at the giant digital billboards towering over the plaza, where Caleb’s flawless, dominant image still looked down on them like an untouchable king.
"Caleb... how did this happen?" Chloe whispered, tears of pure regret and terror streaming down her ruined makeup. "He was just a factory worker yesterday. He was supposed to be nothing without me..."
Within less than three minutes, the raw, unedited footage of the eviction hit the front pages of every financial and social media platform in the country.
The internet went into an absolute frenzy.
Coming right on the remembrance of the "Mad Billionaire" livestream from the night before, the public quickly realized that the mysterious internet tycoon and the new plaza owner were the exact same person.
The headlines were brutal:
THE MAD BILLIONAIRE BUYS CENTRAL LUXURY PLAZA, BANS VANCE HEIR FOR LIFE!
Inside the master monitoring suite, Caleb watched the chaos unfold. The blue holographic screen in front of him began to glitch violently under the sheer weight of the incoming data.
[PING!]
[Target Julian is experiencing extreme, fatal levels of rage and humiliation!]
[Target Chloe is experiencing severe emotional collapse and deep financial regret!]
[Public shock threshold has broken the global index!]
[Calculating Spite Points... +100,000... +300,000... +700,000... +1,200,000!]
The mechanical voice in Caleb’s mind resonated with a strange, heavy vibration.
[Host has triggered a massive corporate scandal, severely damaging an established elite family. High-Tier Achievement Unlocked.]
[Dispensing Devastating Reward: God-Level Martial Arts (Beginner Stage)]
[Boom]
A sudden, invisible shockwave exploded inside Caleb’s mind. It wasn't a painful jolt like before, but a deep, ancient flood of pure instinct.
Instantly, his muscle memory shifted.
Millions of structural combat techniques, lethal pressure-point strikes, flawless defensive stances and mastery over energy wired themselves directly into his nervous system.
Caleb downshifted his breathing, his stance naturally adapting to that of a seasoned, ultimate predator.
He didn't just have a peak human body anymore. Now, he possessed the combat capability to dismantle an entire army with his bare hands.
Caleb clenched his fist, feeling the terrifying, silent power coiled tightly inside his knuckles and looked back at the monitors.
Outside on the pavement, Julian's phone began to vibrate violently in his pocket. He snatched it out, his hands shaking so hard he almost dropped it.
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[BANG]The wooden panels shuddered, and the old iron latch snapped instantly. But the door didn't fly open. It smashed hard against the iron bed frame Caleb had just wedged there, holding the frame solid."Open the door, you bastard!" a rough voice shouted from the hallway.Caleb stood in the dark, his breath coming in quick gasps. He didn't answer... he looked through the small crack in the broken wood.Standing in the dim hallway was Ronald, a thick cloth wrapped around his bleeding jaw where Caleb had broken it with the lantern. But Ronald wasn't alone. He had brought two large broad-shouldered dock workers with him. Both of them carried thick iron rods, their faces dark with anger."Push it!" Ronald lisped through his broken teeth, pointing his finger at the wood. "Break it down! I want to break his arms!"The two big men slammed their shoulders against the door together. The wood groaned, and the iron bed frame began to slide back an inch at a time against Caleb's boots. Hi
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Caleb stood perfectly still while his mind went blank. His body was completely exhausted from the twelve-hour shovel shift, and he had no strength to fight a man of Ronald's size.[PING!][NEW MISSION GENERATED: HALLWAY JUSTICE][Task: Refuse to hand over your money and slam the iron lantern into Ronald's face the moment he reaches for your pocket.][Current Progress: 0 / 1][Reward: $5.00]Caleb didn't say a single word. He didn't run neither did he beg. He just stood there, his face... an unreadable mask.Ronald took his silence as utter fear. He laughed, stepping close and reaching his thick hand straight for Caleb's coat pocket. "Smart choice beggar. Let me take that cash."The moment Ronald's fingers touched his coat, Caleb moved. He didn't hesitate. He swung the old iron lantern he was carrying right into Ronald's jaw.[CRACK]The solid metal smashed hard against Ronald's teeth. Blood sprayed onto the wall as Ronald let out a sharp shriek, stumbling backward down the hallwa
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Caleb gripped the rough handle of the shovel. The wood splintered against his palms, but he drove the iron blade deep into the heavy pile of coal. He hoisted the first load, his collarbone screaming in protest as he swung the weight over the side into the high iron cart.The work was brutal. Every scoop required him to bend his torso, making his wrapped ribs grind painfully against his chest. Sweat poured down his face, turning the black dust on his skin into dark streaks.The other laborers worked quickly, shouting and cursing at each other to keep the pace up. But Caleb remained a complete ghost. He didn't speak a single word to anyone. He just kept his eyes locked on the coal, moving his arms rhythmically, scoop after scoop.Around noon, a large thick-necked laborer named Flint stepped directly into Caleb's path and intentionally slammed his empty shovel against Caleb's blade, stopping him from working.Flint leaned his weight against his shovel, looking at Caleb's clean gray sh
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Caleb forced his jaw to stay locked. He didn't come this far to fail a system task. He grabbed the iron spokes again, put every single ounce of his remaining strength into his grip and threw his entire body weight to the left.[SCREECH]With a loud metallic crack, the hardened slag inside broke apart. The iron wheel spun quickly to the left, releasing a massive rush of white steam through the pipes.Caleb fell backward onto the concrete floor, gasping for air as his chest heaved painfully against the tight cloth.From deep inside the walls, a low steady thrumming sound began to echo. The cold metal pipes grew warm to the touch as the restored heat started flowing up to the rooms above.[Progress: 1 / 1][PING!][Mission Success. 1/1 slag cleared.][Reward Disbursed: $4.00 cash generated.][Total Balance: $13.00][Current Health Status: 21%. Warning: Extreme physical exertion has caused minor tissue regression. Rest mandatory.]Four bills slid into his pocket, bringing his total to
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"Let's go," Mike muttered, turning away quickly. "We have other blocks to check on."The three men hurried down the muddy alley, their heavy boots splashing through the water until they vanished into the fog.Caleb stood alone in the dark road. He reached into his pocket and counted what was left. One five-dollar bill. Three single ones.Eight dollars. He was completely broke again.[Progress: 1 / 1][PING!][Mission Success. 1/1 revenue delivered.][Reward Disbursed: $1.00 cash generated.][Total Balance: $9.00][Current Health Status: 25%.]A single paper dollar bill slid into his pocket, making his total nine dollars. The system is ruthlessly keeping him on the absolute edge of poverty.On the porch, Nora was still on her knees, holding Lily tightly. She looked up at Caleb through her tears, her face filled with complete shock. Nobody in the lower sector ever gave up their own money for a stranger."Why... why did you do that?" Nora whispered, her voice shaking as she stood up. "
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They weren't gang members; they wore polished brass badges pinned to their lapels—the crest of the Vane Estate Debt Collectors.One of them, a man with a brutal scarred jaw and a heavy iron truncheon swinging from his belt, slammed his boot against Nora’s wooden porch rail, shattering the old pine board into splinters."Nora!" the lead collector roared, his voice cutting through the foggy alley. "Come out here! We know you're inside!"Caleb froze in the shadow of a rusted shipping container, his hand tightening around his new clothes. His heart gave a sickening thud against his bound ribs.Nora pushed the front door open, her face completely bloodless as she stepped onto the porch. She looked tiny and fragile against the three massive men towering over her. Lily was hiding behind her skirt, her small hands clutching her mother’s apron in terror."Mr. Fredrick, please," Nora begged, her voice trembling violently. "I paid the housing tax last week. I gave your runner the ten silver p
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