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Chapter One: The End Before The Begy
The bitter metallic taste of blood filled Ethan Blake’s mouth as he lay sprawled across the marble floor of his father’s office. The chandelier above him spun wildly in his dimming vision, casting fractured shards of light on the polished walls. His hand twitched toward his side, pressing weakly against the stab wound in his abdomen. Warm blood pooled beneath him, soaking into his once-pristine white shirt. “I didn’t want it to end like this, brother,” a familiar voice murmured above him. Ethan blinked, trying to focus. The shadow looming over him took the shape of his half-brother, Marcus Blake—smiling down at him like a vulture. “You should’ve stayed out of the boardroom. You were never meant to lead.” “M-Marcus...you…” Ethan coughed violently, blood bubbling from his lips. Marcus crouched beside him, his voice laced with mock sympathy. “You built Blake International into a powerhouse. I’ll give you that. But you were too soft. Too naive. You actually believed they cared about you.” A shuffle of footsteps behind Marcus made Ethan's heart clench. He turned his head with difficulty. His father. Daniel Blake stood tall in his charcoal suit, his expression cold and unreadable. “Father…” Ethan’s voice cracked. “You knew?” Daniel’s eyes narrowed. “You were never fit to carry the Blake name. Marcus has the ruthlessness we need. You were just… the mistake your mother left behind.” The words cut deeper than the blade ever could. Ethan’s vision blurred, his mind flashing through memories — the sleepless nights building the company, the sacrifices he made, the deals closed, the loyalty he showed... All of it, for nothing. His last breath came out in a ragged whisper. “I’ll come back. I swear... I’ll make you all pay…” The light faded. Darkness claimed him. [SYSTEM INITIALIZING…] [Redemption Protocol Activated.] [Host vitals: Stable.] [Rebirth Successful.] Ethan jerked awake, heart pounding, sweat pouring down his face. The room was… familiar. A dingy apartment in Eastwood. Cracked ceiling. Flickering bulb. The faint stench of ramen and laundry detergent. He sat up, chest heaving. The room spun for a moment before settling. His hands—young. His reflection in the cracked mirror confirmed it. No scars. No beard. He looked... twenty-one. “What the hell?” he muttered. [Welcome, Ethan Blake.] [You have been granted a second chance.] [Your mission: Reclaim your legacy. Seek revenge. Rewrite destiny.] [System Installed: Heir’s Redemption Protocol.] “System?” Ethan blinked as a faint blue screen hovered in front of him, semi-transparent and glowing. [Daily Mission: Survive the First Day.] Reward: Memory Sync + 100 EXP] “Is this a dream?” He ran to the window and looked out. The skyline of Eastwood was ten years younger. The plaza hadn’t been demolished yet. The massive TitanTech tower — still under construction. It was real. He was back. Ten years in the past. The day his father kicked him out of the Blake Mansion. The day everything fell apart. He dressed quickly, throwing on the same worn jeans and hoodie he remembered hating. His phone — the old cracked model — lit up with a message from “Dad.” Daniel Blake: Come to the mansion by 9 AM. Bring nothing. Ethan sneered. “Right on schedule.” The Blake Mansion The sleek black gates of the Blake estate swung open without ceremony. He walked the marble path, soaking in every hateful detail. The servants avoided his gaze. The butler, James, stood stiffly at the door. “Mr. Ethan. This way.” Inside, the air reeked of wealth and quiet disdain. Crystal chandeliers, gold-trimmed furniture, silence like a blade. His father stood in the foyer, arms crossed. Beside him, Marcus sipped coffee with a smirk. “You're early,” Daniel said flatly. “I remembered the script,” Ethan replied calmly. Daniel’s brow twitched. “You have thirty minutes to pack and leave. Your name will be removed from all Blake records. Credit cards, car, phone—cancelled. You will not receive a cent more from this family.” Ethan didn’t flinch. “Not even a thank-you card?” “You should be grateful we let you stay this long,” Marcus cut in. “You were always a parasite.” Ethan stepped forward, looking Marcus dead in the eye. “Funny. Parasites usually get removed when they become a threat.” The smirk faded for half a second. Daniel pointed toward the stairs. “Get out before I change my mind.” In his old room, Ethan opened the closet and pulled out a small black notebook hidden behind the false panel. The only thing he needed — a list of companies he knew would explode in value over the next few years. [Hidden Memory Synced: Future Market Predictions Unlocked.] [Quest Unlocked: “Seed the Empire”] Invest in three rising companies before the public notices. Reward: 10,000 EXP + “Business Insight” Skill. Ethan grinned. “Let’s begin.” Hours Later – City Streets He exited the mansion with nothing but the notebook in his pocket. No car. No cash. No identity. But he had knowledge. And the system. [New Mission: Acquire Initial Capital] Options: Street Hustle | Online Trading | Job Hunting Reward: Startup Fund + EXP Ethan tapped on “Online Trading.” He remembered a penny stock—LuxSol Technologies—that would jump 700% in six months. But he needed money. He glanced at a pawn shop across the street. Inside, he haggled over a vintage watch he “found” in his old stash. “Two hundred bucks, tops,” the clerk said. “Three-fifty,” Ethan said. “It’s real silver. 1986 original. You’ll resell it for six.” The man squinted. “Three hundred.” Ethan extended his hand. “Deal.” [Capital Acquired: $300] [New Ability Unlocked: Bargaining +1] He used the money to open an online trading account at a nearby internet café. Within the hour, his $300 was invested across three stocks he knew would soar. [Mission Completed: “Seed the Empire”] [Reward Claimed: 10,000 EXP + Skill: Business Insight Lv.1] Ethan leaned back in the chair as the system chimed. [Level Up! Current Level: 2] For the first time in years — or lifetimes — he felt alive. Later That Night He sat in a small alley behind a convenience store, eating instant noodles and reading through financial news. [Daily Mission Completed: Survive the First Day] [Reward: Memory Sync + 100 EXP] [Bonus Unlocked: Future Event Timeline (Tier 1)] – TitanTech’s IPO Date Revealed – CEO Scandal in NorthPoint Energy Predicted – Crypto Boom Forecast: Begin in 3 Months Ethan’s heart raced. He didn’t just have a second chance — he had a blueprint to dominate the future. Tomorrow, he would find the woman who once laughed at his downfall. Offer her a deal. Then contact his old college roommate—soon to be a rising tech genius. Piece by piece, he would rebuild everything. But bigger. Smarter. Stronger. And when the time came... he’d face Marcus and Daniel again. Not as the forsaken heir— But as the man who would bury the Blake dynasty and rise from its ashes.
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