Becoming a Crazy rich vigilante with the correction system

Rey Pembroke

Twenty-four hours. That’s all the System had given him.

Rey Pembroke lived like a god. Leon had watched the mansion from every angle,white marble pillars and tall walls, thirty armed security guards, and ten surveillance cameras with three men watching the feeds like hawks.

He exhaled slowly, fingers drumming against the table. “Thirty guards… ten cameras… three watchers. Piece of cake,” he muttered, half mocking himself.

He needed strategic planning, but first, he needed a costume.

“I guess I need a suit,” Leon said to himself, scanning the mess of materials on his bed.

And within some minutes he created one.

The suit was black, and right in the center, there was a bold stitch of the letter L.

He smirked. “Looks good enough.”

A small screen glowed faintly on the left side of his gloves, feeding him live data. When he pulled the eye mask on, it was no longer Leon but L.

And all his saw was his target Rey Pembroke.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror. “Alright, L…. Don’t die.”

Leon crept to the bushes near Rey's mansion, crouching low as not to be seen.

He whispered under his breath, “Now… how the hell do I get in?”

Then an opportunity came.

A black car came through Pembroke's driveway,probably one of his girlfriends. Leon tilted his head, smirking beneath the mask. “Perfect.”

He waited silently until the right moment came. Then he moved, slipping into the trunk of the car quietly.

“Hope she doesn’t notice the extra baggage,” he muttered, closing the trunk behind him.

And just like that, he followed it in.

When the car stopped, Leon counted three seconds, then gently slipped out once he was inside the garage.

Inside, everything reeked of money. The kind that made him sick.

“Luxury and lies,” he muttered. “Can almost smell the evil.”

He moved fast, crouching low as he reached the camera room.

“Alright, sleepy time,” Leon whispered, tossing a small canister inside.

Sleeping gas filled the room, and the guards slumped in their chairs.

He grinned. “Nighty-night.”

Then he disabled the cameras. The monitors flickered and went black.

“Perfect.”

He walked down the corridors, until he found Rey Pembroke.

The man sat in an armchair, back to the room, glass of whiskey in hand. He had the kind of smile people wear when they think the world belongs to them.

Leon pressed the cold blade against his neck.

“Don’t move.”

Rey didn’t even flinch. He set his glass down, calm as a cat. “Who the hell are you?”

“Someone who’s here to end your story,” Leon said quietly. “Your company’s chemicals killed forty-seven children this year. You silenced the families with money and sat back and drank while people died.”

Rey laughed.

Leon’s eyes narrowed. “What’s funny?”

“So you’re one of those savior types?” Rey said. “A mask, a dagger, a speech. Cute. You think this makes you a hero?”

“It makes me the person who stops you.”

Rey’s smirk froze, and for the first time, Leon saw the danger in his eyes.

The man moved fast,too fast. He struck like someone who’d been in fights before, real ones.

Leon blocked once. Missed the second.

Rey’s fist slammed into his ribs, another to the jaw. Leon stumbled, his breath burning in his throat.

He gasped, coughing. “Sh*t… should’ve invested some points in strength.”

He’d spent every upgrade point on intelligence. “Great, genius hacker can’t even dodge a punch,” he grumbled as pain lanced through his chest.

He hit the floor. Twice. The world spun sideways.

But he got up again. Because he had to.

“Come on, Leon. Get up. You’re not dying to this guy,” he hissed to himself, grabbing the dagger again.

He lunged at Rey with the knife.

Rey countered and knocked the weapon from his hands.

Leon cursed under his breath. “Damn it”

Then,

Bang.

The sound ripped through the air.

Leon’s body jerked. The room tilted.

He gasped.

And then, just as the light began to fade, The System screen shimmered in front of his eyes.

(OPTION AVAILABLE)

Teleportation code — Temporal Rewind  Accept? [YES] [NO]

He woke up to find himself on the bed of his penthouse like nothing,He flexed his fingers, searching for blood anything.

No wound. No ache.

He laughed,a short one and heaved a sigh of relief“What idiot brings a gun to a knife fight,” he muttered to himself.

"i would've been a goner,thank God the system had a perfect timing,That Teleportation code came in handy". he added.

Rey Pembroke had shown him how vicious he could be.

Leon had been given a second chance. He wouldn't waste it.

He slipped into the night and into the property the way he had before,sharp and silent.

When he found Rey again, the man looked exactly as he always did before.

Sitting comfortable with a glass half-empty in his hand.

Leon stepped close until the blade was at his throat.

“Don’t move,” he said.

Rey did not turn. He set the glass down slowly “Who are you?” he asked.

“Someone who stops people like you,” Leon said. “Your company killed forty-seven children.and you silenced their parents.”

Rey laughed. “Forty-seven,” he said,“You think you are superman or something.”

Leon doesn't answer,he knows what comes at this part.

Before Rey could make a move,the blade did what it was meant to do. It was clean, and quick.

Rey’s body gave out, The whiskey glass tipped and rolled away with a soft clink.

Leon’s heart hammered in his ears.

He did not stand and savor the moment, He reached into his Inventory and took out a small, hot stamp.

He pressed it once, with force enough that the heat burned, and left the letter L press into Rey Pembroke’s forehead.

"That's right L was here".he muttered to himself.

Just as Leon was still crouching over Rey's body,the door opened.