Legacy Inheritance System: Revenge of The True Heir

Legacy Inheritance System

Raiden couldn't tell whether the mechanical voice was real or simply a figment of his fading consciousness.

Pain consumed every part of his body until even breathing became a struggle. His consciousness drifted in and out, leaving him unable to distinguish reality from illusion. Somewhere nearby, voices echoed through the darkness, but they sounded distant, as though they belonged to another world.

"That's enough, Throw him away!"

A pair of rough hands seized his battered body.

The next instant, he was tossed aside without the slightest concern, landing heavily among waist-high weeds behind what appeared to be an abandoned dumping ground. Broken concrete, rusted metal, and piles of discarded garbage surrounded him. The foul smell of decay filled the air.

To Johny Randal, the heir of the Bolt family was nothing more than trash.

Raiden wanted to laugh.

Less than twenty-four hours ago, he had still possessed everything most people could only dream of—a powerful family, immeasurable wealth, and a wife he believed loved him.

Now, his parents were dead, his family's fortune had fallen into someone else's hands, and the woman he had trusted for five years had watched him being beaten without showing the slightest hint of pity.

Perhaps, this was where everything would end.

Just as the last thread of consciousness was about to disappear, the mechanical voice echoed inside his mind once again.

[Emergency Protocol Activated.]

[Vitality Legacy inherited.]

[Host Body Reconstruction in progress...]

Warmth spread quietly through his body.

Unlike ordinary heat, it carried a soothing sensation that dissolved the pain little by little. The broken bones in his chest gradually mended. Torn muscles reconnected, burned flesh regenerated, and every wound left by the brutal beating slowly disappeared.

Then the warmth reached his legs.

For years, they had remained numb, lifeless reminders of the accident that had stolen his ability to walk. His mother had searched tirelessly for a cure, consulting renowned specialists from around the world, yet every diagnosis had ended with the same verdict.

Permanent paralysis, no treatment could reverse it. Yet now, the lifeless nerves responded once again.

It began as a faint tingling sensation before spreading steadily downward until, for the first time in years, he could feel the ground beneath his feet.

The warmth continued to envelop him until exhaustion finally pulled him into a deep, dreamless sleep.

***

A cool breeze brushed across his face.

Raiden slowly opened his eyes and found himself staring at a cloudless morning sky. For several moments, he remained motionless, uncertain whether he had somehow survived or already crossed into the afterlife.

The throbbing pain that had tormented him only hours earlier was gone.

Frowning, he lowered his gaze.

His clothes were still torn, stiff with dried blood, but the wounds beneath them had vanished completely. Even the severe burns that should have scarred him for life had disappeared without leaving the slightest mark.

Before he could make sense of what had happened, a translucent screen materialized before him.

[Emergency Protocol Completed.]

[Host Survival Rate: 100%.]

[Welcome, Host.]

[Legacy Inheritance System Successfully Activated.]

[Creator: Caren Bolt.]

Raiden stared blankly at the final line.

"...Mom?"

His voice was barely more than a whisper.

His mother had created this system? The question lingered in his mind, but another realization quickly eclipsed it.

He was sitting upright. Without thinking, he planted both feet on the ground and instinctively pushed himself to stand and his body rose effortlessly.

For a long moment, he simply stood there, unable to move. Then he took a cautious step. His legs responded naturally.

The familiar numbness that had accompanied him for years was gone, replaced by sensations he had almost forgotten—the uneven ground beneath his shoes, the cool morning air brushing against his skin, and the subtle tension in muscles that had once been incapable of supporting his weight.

Doctors had declared his condition irreversible. His mother had refused to accept that answer, exhausting every resource she possessed in search of a miracle that never came.

Until now.

Raiden lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously brushing against the silver ring. A bitter smile appeared on his face.

"So this... was your final gift to me."

The words had barely left his lips when memories from the previous day flooded back into his mind.

He remembered the explosion that had reduced Bolt Mansion to ashes, followed by the police's swift conclusion that it had all been nothing more than an accident.

Then came Gerard's report—the erased surveillance footage, the signs that someone had searched his mother's laboratory before the fire, and the private investigator who had abruptly abandoned the case after his files were stolen. Every piece pointed toward the same unsettling conclusion.

His thoughts shifted to the Randal estate, where Angeline had met his desperate questions with a cold smile while Johny mocked him without restraint. The transfer documents, the merciless beating, and Angeline's final words all came flooding back.

Raiden slowly closed his eyes.

The more he pieced everything together, the more convinced he became that his parents had not died in an accident. Someone had carefully orchestrated the tragedy—and someone equally powerful had made sure the world would never question the official story.

A notification quietly appeared before him.

[Scan Function Unlocked.]

[Touch any target to analyze its greatest legacy.]

Raiden glanced at it briefly before dismissing the screen with a wave of his hand. Whatever this system was, learning every one of its functions could wait.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone instead. The screen was cracked beyond recognition, yet it still managed to power on after several attempts.

A flood of news alerts immediately appeared.

‘Bolt Group Officially Acquired by Randal Group.’

‘Johny Randal Appointed New Chairman.’

‘Police Confirm Bolt Mansion Explosion Was an Industrial Accident.’

‘Disabled Heir of the Bolt Family Still Missing.’

Raiden read each headline in silence.

Everything had already been decided.

The media accepted the police's conclusion without question. Johny had taken control of the Bolt family's empire overnight, and not a single report questioned how such an enormous transfer of wealth had happened so quickly.

Slowly, he locked the screen and slipped the phone back into his pocket. His anger remained, but it no longer burned uncontrollably.

He lifted his gaze toward the distant skyline.

"I'll make every one of you pay."

Without another word, Raiden began walking toward the city.