Once An Uber Driver, Now A Trillionaire!

10. Now, The World Will Bow Under My Feet!

“Yes!” Tyler answered, eyes burning into Blake Snr. “I accept your condition! I will marry your granddaughter, Ariana Acosta, and take care of her—in exchange for all the fortune in this world!”

Blake Snr smiled, satisfied.

He knew Tyler would accept his condition. The man standing before him was no longer just a broken soul; he was vengeance itself, a hungry spirit determined to make his enemies pay.

He rose, stretching out his hand. “Congratulations, my boy. You’ve passed the next stage of your journey to success. I knew you’d say yes to my offer.”

Tyler nodded, gaze fixed, though his mind was far away. Becca’s betrayal still echoed, the image of her with Perry burning into his skull. It was all because he was poor. Because he had no status. No power. No shield against humiliation. His worthlessness had been the reason she betrayed him without a second thought.

But not anymore. With Blake’s offer, he would rise. He would become rich. He would make them all suffer.

Blake touched his shoulder, smiling. “Well done, my boy. You finally know what it means to make the right choice.”

Tyler’s jaw tightened. “Of course, Mr. Acosta. I’m not doing this only for myself. I’ll prove you were right in choosing me. You will not regret it.”

Blake’s eyes glimmered. “Then congratulations—for advancing to the next level of becoming supreme.

" But this next level is not an ordinary level! It is full of obstacles, and will demand every ounce of skill.”

Tyler stood silently, listening.

“Because of your strength and the way you fight back, I’ve spoken with the Generals of Team Elite. You will take the office of General—the most powerful military team in this country. But before you claim it, you must endure training. Training that will break you and rebuild you into something greater.”

Tyler’s fists clenched at his sides. His voice was steady. “I’ll do anything.”

"I'm ready to do anything to make me rise to glory! No matter what it is, I am ready to do it!"

Hearing this, Blake's lips spread into a satisfying smile.

He clasped his hands behind his back as his voice thundered like prophecy. “That's great to hear. If you already say you are ready for this, that means it is time to level up onto the next stage!"

Tyler clenched his fists. "I am ready if you're ready, Sir Blake Snr!"

****

The days blurred into weeks, the weeks into years.

At dawn, Tyler carried three buckets, each weighing twenty-five kilograms, running a thousand meters again and again until the field itself seemed endless. His body screamed, but he never stopped.

Blake’s voice echoed through every moment: “You must be strong at heart. Generals are never weak.”

A whip cracked across his back. Tyler staggered but refused to drop the hundred-kilogram weight he carried across his shoulders. His teeth clenched, his scream swallowed in determination.

“Remember your mission—to become the Great General of Team Elite!” Blake’s roar followed every lash.

One year passed.

The weight grew heavier, one hundred and twenty-five kilograms crushing his body as the rope’s lashes cut deeper into his skin. The scars piled upon scars. The pain became his companion.

Two years passed.

Three years passed.

...Still Tyler endured all the pain. His arms trembled, his knees threatened to buckle, but his resolve only sharpened.

“Strength of the body is nothing without the strength of spirit!" Blake's voice with his hands in his back, pacing around Tyler like a Kung Fu Master. "You must endure. You must conquer, because those are the keys to success!.”

The whip struck again.

Two years left!

Tyler's body shook, blood streaking his back, but Tyler did not fall. His eyes shut tight, his mind burning with the memory of Becca’s betrayal, fueling him.

He stayed strong.

Another lash cracked across his back.

One year left.

And then—his final year arrived.

A crushing 150 kilograms slammed against his belly while his hands gripped another 150 kilograms of iron. His body trembled beneath the weight, veins bulging, breath ragged. This was the last stage, the final trial, the edge between death and greatness.

He had endured years of torment: long days without food, long nights with nothing but a single sandwich or a slice of bread to survive. Even before this trial, he had eaten nothing but one piece of bread the night before. And now, here he was, forced to lift the weight of giants.

Tyler braced himself, tightening his core so the weight wouldn’t crush him flat. His body shook violently. Sweat streamed down his face, stinging his eyes. He wanted to wipe it away—but if he moved, even slightly, he would have to start from the beginning. And if he failed, a whole year would be added back onto his torment.

Even the flies that landed on his body mocked him. He could not chase them away. Not one twitch. Not one slip.

Blake Snr stood a few steps away, watching every tremor in Tyler’s body. His heart pounded with unease.

Tyler’s arms vibrated, his nose flaring, muscles straining, heart hammering. Blake could see him breaking. Could see him about to collapse.

Then Blake’s voice cut through the tension like thunder:

“Remember, Tyler! This is your final trial! Giving up is never an option! You endured twenty-five kilograms… fifty… one hundred… one twenty-five… one fifty! You endured the running, the whipping, the hunger, the torture—all of it! So you could stand here, as the man destined to be the Great General of Team Elite! Are you going to give up now?”

Tyler’s lips moved, barely forming words. His hands shook. Thirty minutes remained on the clock.

But he wasn’t even hearing Blake anymore. His mind spun with the voice of doubt.

What if you die? What if your body gives out? What if you wake up in another coma? What if you never wake up at all?

The whisper pressed harder, urging him to drop the weight. To surrender.

What if? What if?

Then came the voices from the past, tearing into him, filling his head.

“You’re just a useless man called Tyler!”

“I regret the day I ever married you!”

“I took your wife—and now, I’ll take your life!”

“You’re nothing but a worthless Uber driver!”

“Tyler will donate his kidney!”

“I sold his kidney for one billion dollars!”

And then—the echo of the gunshot where Perry wanted him dead!

The rage exploded inside him. The shame, the betrayal, the mockery—they ignited like fire, burning hotter than the pain.

Tyler roared. His whole body surged with fury. His grip tightened, his belly braced hard, as he pushed the weight higher.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Blake’s eyes widened, a smile breaking across his face.

Fifteen minutes left. Tyler’s temples pulsed, his nose flared, his muscles screamed—but he did not falter.

Ten minutes. His jaw clenched, breath tearing through his lungs.

Five minutes. His skin dripped with sweat, his body trembling like thunder—but he refused to surrender.

Three minutes. Every second was an eternity.

Then—the buzzer sounded. The emergency siren echoed across the hall.

“Five… four… three… two… one!”

Tyler dropped the massive weight, tore the other from his belly, and staggered upright with a feral cry. His bare chest heaved, sweat streaming down his carved muscles as he stood tall, free of the burden at last.

Blake stepped forward, eyes glimmering with triumph as he extended his hand.

“Congratulations, Tyler Hudson. You have fulfilled every requirement—not only to become the Great General of Team Elite, but to rise as the richest man alive.”

Their hands clasped, firm, unshaken.

Blake’s voice thundered with finality, each word striking like a drumbeat of destiny:

“You are now the inheritor of my entire empire. Every villa, every mansion, every hotel and suite across this nation. Every thriving company, every chain of businesses, every tycoon under my command—now they all bow to you. You hold the black card of seven hundred and seventy-four trillion. It belongs to you, Tyler Hudson… General of Team Elite!”

The words rang out like a coronation. Tyler stood drenched in sweat, chest rising and falling, his scars still burning.

Yet at that moment, he was no longer just a man forged in pain. He was the master of empires, the heir to untold fortune, the living storm who had clawed his way to the top.

Blake smiled, almost reverent now. “From today forward, the world will not only fear your strength… they will respect you, and bow whenever they hear your name because you are now the great General Tyler Hudson, and the richest man in J City!"