2026-04-02 21:39:07Jason's fingers moved slowly as he scrolled down the bank app.
More accounts appeared.
Private savings accounts across multiple currencies.
Investment portfolios worth tens of billions.
Ownership stakes in multinational corporations.
Real estate holdings spanning continents.
Luxury properties in major cities.
Entire commercial districts.
Art collections valued at billions.
A private equity fund.
A sovereign-level investment trust.
Each section revealed numbers so large they felt unreal.
Jason shook his head slowly. “This… this can’t be real,” he murmured in disbelief.
“It is real,” the stranger replied calmly.
Jason opened his contacts list.
His heart skipped a beat.
The list had exploded.
Where there had once been barely twenty numbers, there were now thousands.
He scrolled slowly, his eyes widening.
Names he had only ever seen in headlines.
Global leaders.
Corporate titans.
Political powerhouses.
Mark Sullivan — CEO of the world’s largest technology corporation.
Catherine Zhou — Founder of the largest restaurant empire on the planet.
Viktor Petrov — President of Russia.
President Daniel Morrison — President of the United States.
Jason’s hands trembled slightly as he stopped scrolling, then he lowered the phone.
“This… this is real?” he asked, his voice filled with disbelief as he looked at the stranger.
“Yes,” the man confirmed calmly. “You are now the richest man in the world, Jason Luther.”
Jason stared at him.
“But there is a catch,” the stranger added.
Jason’s eyes narrowed immediately. “There’s always a catch,” he muttered darkly. “So what is it?”
The man folded his hands behind his back. “Reality has adjusted,” he began calmly. “In this timeline, you have always been the richest man in the world.”
Jason frowned slightly.
“To the vast majority of people,” the stranger continued, “you have always been Jason Luther — billionaire, investor, industrialist, and the most powerful businessman on the planet.”
Jason slowly absorbed that.
“They will recognize you,” the man said quietly. “They will respect you. Some will admire you. Others will fear you.”
Jason nodded slowly.
“But,” the stranger continued, his tone shifting slightly, “to those who personally knew you before this moment… nothing has changed.”
Jason’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?” he asked cautiously.
“To those who personally knew you before this moment,” the stranger said calmly, “you are still the same poor delivery driver you were an hour ago.”
Jason froze.
“They will not know about your wealth unless they discover it themselves,” the man explained.
Jason stared at him.
“Search your name online,” the stranger suggested calmly. “See what the world sees.”
Jason immediately opened his browser.
His fingers felt strangely heavy as he typed his own name.
Jason Luther.
The search results appeared instantly.
Jason’s breath caught.
The headlines filled the screen.
JASON LUTHER — CURRENTLY THE RICHEST MAN IN THE WORLD
LUTHER INDUSTRIES REPORTS RECORD PROFITS
BILLIONAIRE JASON LUTHER DONATES $500 MILLION TO CANCER RESEARCH
JASON LUTHER ACQUIRES MAJORITY STAKE IN GLOBAL MEDIA NETWORK
Jason stared in disbelief as image after image appeared beneath the articles.
Photos of him in expensive suits, standing beside world leaders, cutting ribbons at hospitals, walking through massive boardrooms and speaking at international economic summits.
In every photo, he looked confident, powerful and untouchable. Nothing like the broken man he had been only an hour ago.
Jason slowly opened another link.
His Wikipedia page.
Jason Luther (born May 15, 1998) is an American business magnate, investor, and philanthropist. As of 2026, he is the wealthiest person in the world, with an estimated net worth of $847 billion. Luther is the founder and CEO of Luther Industries, a multinational conglomerate with major holdings in technology, real estate, pharmaceuticals, aerospace, and global entertainment networks.
Jason kept scrolling.
His education at Harvard.
Advanced engineering studies at MIT.
His early venture capital investments.
His rapid rise through the global financial system.
Every detail was perfectly documented.
Every achievement recorded.
Every milestone carefully explained.
Except none of it had actually happened.
Until now.
Reality had rewritten itself to make his wish true.
Jason slowly lowered the phone, his mind spinning as he tried to process everything.
Somewhere in the mansion behind him, music still played.
People were still laughing.
And inside that house…
Melissa was still preparing to divorce him.
Jason’s jaw tightened.
Because if she looked at him right now…
She would still see the same poor delivery driver she had decided was worthless.
Jason slowly lifted his eyes toward the stranger, confusion and curiosity mixing on his face.
“Why?” he asked quietly, his voice sharp with suspicion.
The stranger smiled, the expression calm but strangely knowing. “Because revenge is sweetest when they don’t see it coming,” the man explained smoothly, his tone carrying a quiet amusement.
Jason frowned slightly.
“Your enemies still believe you are powerless,” the stranger continued, his eyes glinting with dark understanding. “They think you are the same poor man they mocked and discarded.”
Jason glanced down at his phone again, his grip tightening around it.
“They will discover the truth only when you choose to reveal it,” the stranger said calmly, folding his hands behind his back. “Or when they accidentally stumble upon it. Now, imagine their faces when they realize what they have lost… what they mocked… and what they destroyed.”
Jason’s smile widened slightly.
But there was nothing kind in it.
The stranger studied him silently for a moment before speaking again.
“You still have one wish remaining,” the man said calmly, lifting one finger as a reminder. “I strongly suggest you save it for when you truly need it.”
Jason glanced back at him.
“You may summon me whenever you wish,” the stranger continued smoothly. “Simply speak my name: Azaroth.”
Jason repeated the name slowly, testing the weight of it. “Azaroth,” he said quietly.
The man nodded once.
“I will come when called,” Azaroth explained calmly. “I will answer your questions… and when the time comes, I will grant your final wish.”
Jason studied him carefully.
“Use your power wisely, Jason Luther,” Azaroth added with a faint smile. “Or don’t. The choice is entirely yours.”
Jason remained silent.
“But remember one thing,” Azaroth continued, his voice lowering slightly. “Revenge is a dish best served cold… but if handled poorly, it can burn hotter than hellfire.”
Jason met his gaze.
“Choose your path carefully,” Azaroth finished.
Then he vanished.
There was no flash of light.
No sound.
One moment he stood there.
The next moment he was gone.
Jason blinked slowly.
He was now standing alone in the rain outside the Rotterdam mansion.
But something felt strange.
Jason lifted his hand and held it out.
The rain wasn’t touching him.
The droplets curved away from his body, sliding around him as if an invisible barrier surrounded him.
Jason stared at the strange phenomenon for a moment before slowly lowering his hand.
Then he pulled out his phone.
His contacts list opened automatically.
One name immediately stood out.
Marcus Frost — Head Of Security.
Jason pressed the call button.
The phone rang only once before the line connected.
“Mr. Luther,” a calm, professional voice answered instantly, sharp with military discipline. “This is Marcus Frost, your head of security. How may I serve you tonight, sir?”
Jason glanced back toward the mansion as music continued drifting through the night.
“Send a car to my location right now,” Jason said calmly, his voice completely steady now.
“Yes, sir,” Marcus replied without hesitation.
“And bring a briefcase,” Jason added, his tone cool. “I need five hundred thousand dollars in cash.”
“Understood immediately,” Marcus responded smoothly. “The vehicle will arrive in seven minutes.”
Jason nodded slightly. “Good.”
The call ended.
Jason slipped the phone back into his pocket and slowly looked around.
The street was quiet.
The rain continued falling.
But no one else was there.
No witnesses.
No one had seen the moment his life had completely changed.
A satisfied smile slowly formed on Jason’s face.
Then he turned and began walking back toward the mansion.
His polished shoes moved smoothly across the wet pavement as he approached the massive front entrance.
Two security guards stood beside the doors.
They immediately stepped forward as Jason approached.
“Sir, this is a private—” one guard began firmly before stopping mid-sentence.
Something about Jason made him hesitate.
Maybe it was the suit.
Maybe it was the way he carried himself.
Or maybe it was the cold confidence in his eyes.
Jason stopped in front of them and looked at both men calmly.
“Tell the family that Jason Luther requests an audience,” Jason said smoothly, his voice calm but carrying quiet authority.
The guards exchanged confused glances.
Jason gave a faint smile.
“Tell them I’m here to sign the divorce papers,” he added coolly.
The guards relaxed slightly.
Then Jason’s smile sharpened.
“And tell them,” he continued calmly, “that I have a business proposal.”
The first guard frowned slightly but lifted his radio.
“Mrs. Rotterdam,” the guard spoke into the device, his tone respectful. “Jason Luther is here. He says he wants to sign the divorce papers… and discuss a business proposal.”
Several seconds passed.
Jason waited patiently.
Then the radio crackled.
The guard nodded slightly before lowering it.
“They’ll see you in the study,” the guard said, stepping aside reluctantly. “Mrs. Rotterdam says you have five minutes.”
Jason’s smile slowly widened.
Five minutes.
That was more than enough time.
More than enough time to begin his revenge.
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