Omniscient Revenge System

#008

"Incredible," Seth whispered, looking back and forth between Caleb and Julian as if they were the most pathetic circus clowns in the world.

"You called me street trash? Turns out, you two are nothing more than parasites rotting your own house from the inside."

"What the hell do you mean, you piece of shit?!" Caleb, still clutching his shin, growled. His face flushed bright red. "I'll kill—"

Click. The double doors of the lounge swung wide open. Lucian Travis stood at the threshold with his flawless posture.

"Gentlemen and Miss Chloe," Lucian's baritone voice cut through the tension in the room.

His gaze looked briefly confused—especially when he saw Caleb groaning, clutching his leg, with his hair soaking wet and reeking of alcohol. But the senior lawyer chose to ignore it professionally.

"Mr. Alistair is waiting for you in the dining room." Lucian then walked over to Chloe, helped her stand up, and guided her gently.

Caleb gritted his teeth. He pointed a trembling, furious finger at Seth's face. "We are not done, you damn servant. You're getting fired tonight."

Julian reacted similarly, shooting a fierce glare before smoothing his suit and following the group.

Seth casually adjusted his suit collar. "Sure. I'm really looking forward to that "firing," he muttered coldly. He then followed them toward the dining room, keeping his distance behind.

***

The atmosphere inside the mansion's dining room should have been freezing, yet it was forced to be warm. Alistair's flat expression radiated an icy aura, while the room's heater worked overtime to warm the air.

At the head of the long table, Alistair Olympus sat on his grand chair. When Caleb, Julian, and Chloe entered, they stopped dead in their tracks.

Caleb's eyes widened perfectly at the sight of Dustin sitting politely, happily eating his cream soup appetizer.

"Is this the grandson you mentioned, Grandpa?! He's still a baby!" Caleb pointed rudely at Dustin. Dustin flinched, startled by the sudden shout.

"Use your brain! There's no way Lonan had a child five years ago!" Alistair hissed sharply.

"Oh... right." Caleb realized his stupidity and quickly scanned the room—trying to figure out which one was the actual grandson.

"Why the hell did you follow us here?!" Julian suddenly barked, aiming at Seth, who was casually strolling in.

"Am I not allowed to?" Seth fired back with a dismissive tone.

"You're just a servant; know your place!" Caleb, still nursing a bruised ego, immediately marched over. His hands reached out, wanting to strangle Seth right then and there.

But his movement halted instantly at the sound of Alistair's heavy, freezing voice.

"Servant?" the old man asked.

"Yes! This servant is completely disrespectful!" Caleb pointed right at Seth's face. "Lucian! Are you getting too old to manage this house? If you can't handle it, pass the job to someone else and stick to your law firm!"

Lucian's main job was indeed at the law firm, but since Alistair trusted very few people, Lucian ended up managing the Olympus household affairs as well.

"I..." Lucian didn't even know how to respond to the young master's sheer stupidity.

"What made you think he's a servant?" Alistair interrupted again, his voice sounding like the low growl of an annoyed lion.

"Wait... he's not a servant?" Caleb finally registered the bizarre atmosphere in the room.

"Seth, sit down." Alistair ignored Caleb entirely and pointed to the chair directly across from Dustin, the closest seat to Alistair's left. That position clearly signified that Seth was the most important guest in the room.

"Him?!" Julian gasped. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull as he watched Seth slowly pull out the chair and sit down with effortless elegance.

Chloe just blinked, sitting next to Dustin and resuming eating her soup, entirely unbothered by the heavy tension. Even Dustin seemed more concerned, looking at the adults with a confused expression.

"Just eat," Seth said, gently smiling, telling Dustin to ignore the drama.

Caleb and Julian, looking as if they had just been struck by lightning in broad daylight, finally moved stiffly to their seats. Their arrogant faces paled like corpses.

The man they had just insulted and ordered to pour drinks... was the heir?!

[Target Caleb experiences extreme mental shock! +20 points.]

[Total Points: 39]

[Target Julian experiences psychological shock and High-Level Panic! +15 Points.] [Total Points: 54]

"Is... is he really Uncle Lonan's son?" Caleb's voice came out hoarse, still trying to live in denial. "Maybe you made a mistake, Grandpa! He doesn't act like an Olympus at all! He's just a brute with no manners!"

"Do you think I'm stupid enough to make such a fatal mistake?!" Alistair roared, his voice echoing through every corner of the room. "I rarely make mistakes, Caleb. Unlike you—or your brother!"

That sentence instantly shut Caleb up, along with Julian. They finally fell silent, looking just as submissive as Chloe.

"Let me introduce him..." Alistair began again, acting as if nothing had happened and the dinner was proceeding as planned. "This is Seth Corbyn—for now. His name will legally become Olympus once the documents are finalized."

"Good evening," Seth nodded politely at Caleb and Julian—and Chloe, though he only received a blank stare from the woman.

Caleb and Julian rigidly returned the nod, but their hands gripped the knives and forks at the table so tightly.

"After this, I will directly involve Seth in the company's affairs. I expect—"

"Why? Even if he has Olympus blood, it doesn't mean he is capable of doing business," Caleb dared to interject sharply, his ego still refusing to accept reality.

"Once again... do you consider me a fool, Caleb?" Alistair stared at Caleb, his voice dipping dangerously low.

"Of course not, Grandpa." Caleb immediately looked down, avoiding the eagle's gaze.

"Then you should know, before I brought Seth to this table, I had already done thorough research on him. He is one of the top graduates from LSE!" *

Even Seth was slightly taken aback upon hearing that, but he quickly realized it made perfect sense. There was no way a man like Alistair wouldn't investigate his background completely. Alistair could probably recite his exact GPA if he wanted to.

"Is that fact enough to shut your mouths?" Alistair looked back and forth between Caleb and Julian.

Neither dared to answer. They just silently scooped their soup, occasionally throwing bitter glances at Seth, who was eating his meal with absolute tranquility.