2026-08-27 07:00:43Marcus lay on the cold, wet pavement outside the estate gates, his broken body sprawled in the gutter like discarded trash. Rain poured down on him, washing the blood from his face only for more to seep out from his wounds. Each shallow breath sent spikes of agony through his shattered ribs. He couldn't move couldn't even twitch his fingers without pain screaming through every nerve.
At that moment, tears mixed with the rain streaming down his face. Marcus was crying—helpless, devastated, utterly defeated as he lay there on the ground. "So this is how my life is going to end," he thought, his mind fragmenting under the weight of despair. "This is how I'm actually going to die. And this is how my mother is going to die too." The realization crashed over him like a wave. He couldn't do anything to save his father all those years ago when illness had taken him. And now, even now, he wouldn't be able to do anything to save his mother either. What kind of son was he? What kind of son couldn't protect the people he loved? Even if he died right here in front of Liiy family mansion, nobody would prosecute them. Nobody would do anything. Because in this life, in this cruel, merciless world, money talked. Money was power. Money was justice. And people like him people with nothing—simply didn't matter. This was how he was going to die. Alone. Broken. Forgotten. His vision was blurring, the edges going dark. His eyes started blinking slowly, involuntarily, each blink lasting longer than the last. His body was shutting down, giving up, surrendering to the inevitable. "If only I could be granted one last chance," Marcus thought desperately, his consciousness flickering like a dying candle. "If only I could be granted one last opportunity... I could have done something better. I could have been something more." And then—A sound. No, not a sound exactly. A presence. Something manifesting in the darkness behind his eyes, something that had been waiting, dormant, for this exact moment. Light bloomed in his failing vision not the harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital or the warm glow of Lily mansion, but something else entirely. A translucent interface materialized before him, hovering in the space between consciousness and death, rendered in lines of luminous blue text against a background of swirling darkness. [FAMILY HEREDITARY SYSTEM ACTIVATED] Marcus's breath caught or tried to. His broken body barely responded, but his mind suddenly snapped into sharp focus, the fog of pain receding as though pushed back by some greater force. The interface pulsed, and new text appeared: [After 300 years, a successful host has been detected] [Compatible bloodline confirmed] [Click YES to accept or NO to reject] [Your time starts now: 10... 9... 8...] Marcus stared at the impossible thing floating before him, his mind struggling to comprehend what he was seeing. What the hell was this? A hallucination? The final delusion of a dying brain? But even as those thoughts formed, something deeper inside him—some instinct older than logic told him this was real. More real, perhaps, than anything he'd ever encountered. At that moment the countdown continued: [5... 4... 3...] He didn't have time to understand. Didn't have time to question. His mother was dying. He was dying. And if there was even the slightest chance that this... this thing... could change that—With the last reserves of strength left in his broken body, Marcus focused his will on a single thought and he uttered. [Yes.] The interface flared brilliant white. [SYSTEM COMPATIBILITY: 100%] [HOST COMPATIBILITY: 100%] [WARNING: HOST IN SEVERE DAMAGE] [Initiating emergency protocols...] [HOST HEALING IN PROCESS] Immediately warmth flooded through Marcus's body. It started at his core and radiated outward, flowing through his veins like liquid light. Bones that had been shattered began to knit themselves back together with audible clicks and cracks. Torn muscles reweaved their fibers. Ruptured organs sealed. Blood that had been pooling in his chest cavity was reabsorbed and replenished. The pain that all-consuming, mind-destroying agony that had defined his entire existence moments ago simply... stopped. [HEALING COMPLETE] Marcus gasped, sucking in a deep breath that filled his lungs completely for the first time since the beating began. He could breathe. He could *breathe*. The interface continued its work: [FAMILY HEREDITARY SYSTEM SYNCHRONIZING...] [Synchronization: 10%... 30%... 60%... 100%] [SYNCHRONIZATION COMPLETE] [Accessing ancestral archives...] [Downloading predecessor data...] And then it began. Information poured into Marcus's mind like a dam breaking but instead of chaos, there was perfect order. File after file, memory after memory, technique after technique, all organizing themselves in his consciousness with crystalline clarity. [DOWNLOADING: Martial Arts Techniques] [Progress: 80%] Marcus's body twitched as muscle memory that wasn't his own began to integrate itself into his nervous system. Strike patterns. Defensive forms. Movement techniques that defied normal human capability. He could see them actually see them—playing out in his mind's eye as though he'd practiced them for decades. [DOWNLOADING: Healing Techniques] [Progress:100%] Knowledge of herbs and pressure points and energy manipulation flooded his awareness. He suddenly understood the human body in ways that would take medical doctors lifetimes to comprehend—every meridian, every channel through which life force flowed. [DOWNLOADING: Acupuncture Techniques - Master Level] [Progress 100%]
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Immediately, Doctor Kai's patience snapped entirely, and he turned his head sharply toward the security guards still gripping Marcus by the arms."Just get him out of here," he said, his voice clipped and final. "I don't want to see him again."In that same breath, Vincent's father, who had been holding onto a particular plan of his own, raised a hand slightly as though to slow the momentum of the moment."Wait," he said quickly. "Don't you think we should wait? I really wanted my mother to come see this. I wanted her to walk in here and identify this bastard with her own eyes, to confirm once and for all whether he is actually the person she claimed to be expecting. That is precisely why I instructed the security guards to hold him in the first place, so that there would be no confusion, no room for him to slip away before she arrives."But Doctor Kai, his irritation sharpening with every passing second, shook his head dismissively."That is not important right now," he said firmly.
Chapter 107
At that moment in time, upon hearing what Vincent's father had just said, Doctor Kai, despite the simmering fury coursing through him at the disrespect Marcus had shown him moments earlier, found himself momentarily distracted by something far more unsettling than mere insult. There was a flicker of disgust that crossed his features, yes, but beneath that disgust was something sharper, something more calculating, and it was with that calculating edge that he finally spoke."Who could this be?" Doctor Kai asked, his voice low, measured, carrying none of the outrage one might expect given the insults hurled at him only moments before.Vincent's father blinked, caught entirely off guard by the question, because the last thing he had anticipated was for Doctor Kai, a man of such towering reputation and global acclaim, to show even the faintest flicker of recognition or curiosity toward someone like Marcus. He had expected dismissal, perhaps contempt, but not this quiet, searching inquiry.
Chapter 106
At that moment, Marcus, still held firmly by the security guards, finally spoke, and when he did, his voice carried a quiet, simmering frustration that had been building steadily throughout the entire ordeal, the kind of frustration that belongs to someone who has endured more disrespect than they initially believed they would need to tolerate."So after all of this," Marcus said, his tone edged with incredulity, "after everything, this is actually who you people brought?"He paused, shaking his head slowly."If it were not for Penelope, if it were not for the respect I have for her, what would I even be doing here receiving this kind of humiliation, this embarrassment from you people? What reason would I possibly have to stand here and endure this if not for her?"The moment the words left his mouth, Vincent's face flushed with renewed anger, his entire body tensing as though Marcus had struck him physically."Will you keep your mouth shut?" Vincent snapped, his voice rising sharply.
Chapter 105
At that moment in time, the door swung open with an abruptness that seemed to freeze everyone mid-motion, and the young man's father entered the room, his presence immediately commanding attention not through aggression but through the sheer weight of authority that came from years of being the head of this household, and the moment he crossed the threshold, his eyes swept across the scene with sharp, searching urgency."Is my mother back yet?" he asked immediately, not bothering with preamble or pleasantries. "Is my mother back yet?"Vincent shook his head, and the look on his face was not simply anger, though anger was certainly there, written in the hard set of his jaw and the tension radiating through his shoulders, but beneath the anger was something deeper, something far more unsettling: a kind of devastation, the look of someone who feels betrayed not just by circumstances but by trust itself, by the people he had been raised to believe would never lead him astray."No, she's n
Chapter 104
At that moment in time, as the security guards advanced closer toward him with a slow, deliberate menace that was clearly meant to intimidate before any physical contact was even made, their expressions carrying that particular blend of disgust and barely restrained violence reserved for men who have been given explicit permission to be rough with someone, Marcus found himself unmoved by their presence, his attention remaining fixed instead on the two people in the room who actually mattered in that moment: the young man whose fury had summoned this small army, and the girl lying motionless on the bed, her chest rising and falling in shallow, labored breaths that seemed to grow more strained with every passing second they wasted on this entirely unnecessary confrontation.He looked at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable, and then he turned his gaze back toward the young man, and when he spoke, his voice carried none of the fear or urgency one might expect from a man surro
Chapter 103
The young man stood frozen for a moment, caught in an agonizing suspension between instinct and obligation, because he genuinely did not know what he was supposed to do, whether to obey the demand of this strange, unsettling man his mother had vouched for sight unseen, or to refuse outright and trust his own judgment instead. He searched his memory desperately, trying to recall anything, any article, any documentary, any passing mention anywhere in his life that suggested undressing a patient before treatment was something real physicians actually required, and he found nothing. No memory offered him reassurance. No precedent existed to validate the request.And yet, despite his unease, despite every instinct screaming at him that something about this did not sit right, he found himself nodding slowly."Well," he said, his voice tight, "I will undress her. But after I undress her, what exactly are you going to do next?"Marcus answered without pause."Once you undress her completely,"
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