HUMILIATED 
SON-IN-LAW, INVINCIBLE SYSTEM
HUMILIATED SON-IN-LAW, INVINCIBLE SYSTEM
Author: Victoria C
CHAPTER 1
Author: Victoria C
last update2025-09-13 18:26:22

The Nobody Son-in-law

Leon Gray sat at the end of the long dining table, his chair a little lower, his plate untouched.

The Collins family dinner was always the same—a battleground disguised as fine dining.

Crystal chandeliers lit the golden hall. Silverware clinked. Laughter echoed. Yet all of it pressed down on Leon like chains.

“Leon, pass the wine,” Brandon Collins, Emily’s younger brother, ordered without looking at him. He didn’t ask.

He commanded, like Leon was the butler.

Leon picked up the bottle carefully, poured it into Brandon’s glass. The moment he did, Brandon sneered. “Careful. Don’t spill it.

Expensive stuff. More than your entire year’s allowance, right?”

Snickers rolled down the table. Leon lowered his eyes, jaw tightening.

Miranda Collins, Emily’s mother, leaned back with a sigh. “Why my daughter still keeps you around, I’ll never know.

A useless man who can’t even provide pocket change, and we have to look at your face every day.”

Even though the words were as painful as knives, Leon's face remained the same..

His wife, Emily, sat beside him. She was dressed in sleek navy blue, her posture perfect, eyes glued to her phone. Not once had she looked his way.

“Emily, honestly,” Miranda pressed on. “You should’ve divorced him already.

This family carries enough burdens. Why chain yourself to this—” she gestured at Leon, “—nobody?”

Heat crawled up Leon’s neck. His hand tightened around his fork until his knuckles whitened. But still, he said nothing. He never did.

Inside, though, the silence burned.

Three years. Three years of being their son-in-law, their punching bag, their shame. He’d endured because Emily’s father—the only one who treated him like a human being—had arranged the marriage before his death.

He owed the old man a debt of respect.

But patience had a limit. And Leon was almost at his.

Brandon leaned forward suddenly, waving a piece of steak on his fork. “Hey, Leon. Want a bite? Oh, wait—you’re probably not used to food like this. Don’t choke.” He popped it into his mouth and chewed with exaggerated satisfaction.

Laughter exploded around the table.

Emily set down her phone at last. Her voice was low, flat. “Enough, Brandon.”

For a moment, Leon almost looked at her, almost grateful. But then she added, “It’s embarrassing for me too. Don’t make it worse.”

That hurt more than the insults.

Leon’s throat worked, but no sound came out. He lowered his eyes again. The room blurred with heat.

How long…?

The Awakening

The laughter dimmed in Leon’s head. His pulse pounded like war drums.

And then—

[System Activation Detected.]

Welcome, Host.

System Condition: Years of accumulated humiliation detected. Host compatibility—100%.

The voice wasn’t spoken. It thundered directly inside his skull.

Leon froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. His gaze darted around, but no one else reacted—only him.

What…?

Words shimmered before his eyes in faint golden text only he could see:

[Humiliation Reward: +10,000 credits.]

[System Feature Unlocked: Basic Wealth Exchange.]

Leon briefly believed he had gone insane.. But then, something buzzed in his pocket. His phone.

He slid it out under the table. A new app glowed on his screen—black and gold, with a single word: System.

His thumb trembled as he tapped it open. Numbers stared back:

Balance: $10,000.

Cold spread through Leon’s veins. Real. It was real.

Another notification blinked:

[Quest: Endure the scorn of a family gathering. Reward: $5,000 + 1 random item.]

Leon inhaled sharply. His chest tightened, but this time it wasn’t despair. It was fire.

Brandon’s mocking voice snapped him back. “What’s with that look, Leon? Planning how to beg for scraps tomorrow?”

[Quest Progress: 80%.]

Leon almost smiled. Almost. He gripped the fork tighter.

“Leon,” Miranda snapped, her sharp voice cutting the air. “Don’t just sit there like a mute. At the very least, say thank you to Emily for letting you stay in this house.

A man should show gratitude for his charity.”

[Quest Completed.]

Reward: $5,000 + Item Drop.]

A faint ding rang in his ears. Leon’s phone buzzed again. Another $5,000 appeared in his balance. And beneath it, a digital card shimmered: Silver Watch – Business Class.

His lips parted. His pulse thundered.

It was real. All of it.

To conceal the storm in his eyes, Leon lowered his gaze once more.. Inside, though, something unfurled—something that had been caged for too long.

No one at that table noticed. Not Emily scrolling her phone again. Not Miranda basking in her own disdain. Not Brandon, grinning with his wine glass raised.

But Leon knew.

The cage had cracked.

The Silent Vow

Dinner dragged on, every insult another lash. But now, each lash was a coin dropping into his unseen chest.

Every sneer, every jeer—worth something.

By the time the plates were cleared, Leon’s phone balance had climbed to $20,000.

His new watch card pulsed faintly in the System, waiting to be claimed.

He walked Emily back to their room in silence. She never glanced at him. Not once.

She went inside, set her phone on the bedside table, and started taking off her earrings.. “Leon,” she said suddenly.

He looked up, hopeful despite himself.

Her back was to him. “Tomorrow, don’t come to the Collins’ shareholders’ meeting. You’ll only embarrass me.”

The words were soft, almost tired. But to Leon, they were a blade.

“I see,” he murmured.

Emily didn’t notice the shift in his tone. She climbed into bed, pulling the blanket over her shoulder. “Good night.”

Leon stood by the window, staring out at the city lights burning against the night. His bare suit, weary eyes, and hunched shoulders were all visible in his reflection.

But only he could see the faint golden interface glowing in the glass.

Balance: $20,000.

Unclaimed Item: Silver Watch – Business Class.

He tapped Claim.

A flash of light. The weight of cool metal settled on his wrist. Leon lifted his arm, staring at the sleek silver watch ticking softly. Real. Tangible.

His lips curled into something darker than a smile.

“He said to the glass, "They assume I'm a nobody at all.". His voice was low, steady, different.

Behind him, Emily was already asleep.

Leon’s eyes burned with a quiet fire. “They’ll see. Soon.”

> [System Update: First Step Complete.]

[Next Quest: Attend Collins Group Meeting in Silence.]

Reward: ???]

Leon’s reflection smirked back at him, faint and dangerous.

The silent son-in-law was gone.

The Silent King had awakened.

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