Rise to Power: The Miraculous Liam Regan.

Chapter 11

At that moment, after hearing the woman’s cold explanation, Liam could only shake his head in bitter disappointment.

But the disappointment wasn’t quiet. It wasn’t gentle. It was the kind that tightened his jaw so hard that the vein on his forehead began to throb. His fists curled at his sides, and for a moment, it felt as though all the anger, humiliation, and helplessness in his chest were about to explode.

He knew the truth already. Everyone did.

Everyone knew the system was rotten, everyone knew society was corrupt to the core, everyone knew this world only protected the powerful and crushed people like him beneath its heel.

An E‑leveled citizen like Liam had never truly been meant to win.

Still, hearing it said so plainly so casually was another wound entirely.

If he wanted to sue the woman who betrayed him, the woman who had taken his trust, his home, and his future, he would have to pay fifty thousand dollars.

If he wanted to go after the man who had joined hands with her, almost had him killed, if not for luck he would have been dead, and now he would have to pay one hundred thousand dollars.

And if he wanted to challenge the very institution that had approved the theft of his property under the mask of legality, he would need three hundred thousand dollars.

"Three hundred thousand."

The number itself felt like mockery.

Liam stood there in silence, breathing heavily, staring at the woman behind the desk as though he were seeing the face of the entire system in her smile. It wasn’t just money they were demanding it was permission to seek justice, and only the rich could afford to buy it.

His chest tightened. He had come here with the faint belief that maybe, just maybe, there was still a path left for him. But now even that last thread was being cut away in front of his eyes.

He was furious furious in a way that made his whole body feel hot and hollow at once. This was not what he expected. Not even after everything.

How was he supposed to get justice when he didn’t have such a monstrous amount of money? How was he supposed to afford it? Was this really how he was going to lose everything that rightfully belonged to him?

At that moment a storm raged inside Liam’s chest, but beneath the anger, beneath the humiliation, something else rose something steadier.

Determination.

He was not going to lose that land. Not to Emily. Not to Benjamin Crawford. Not to a broken system that fed on people like him.

That house might have been reduced to dust, but the land beneath it still carried his family’s blood. Generations of sweat had soaked into that soil. It was more than property it was legacy. And legacy was not something he would surrender without a fight.

Immediately a thought struck him, he had money.

Not much not nearly enough but it was something. A secret account he had built slowly over the years. He had saved every spare dollar he could, planning to surprise Emily one day with something meaningful. Something tangible. Something that would prove he was more than just an E‑level citizen struggling to survive.

The thought now tasted bitter.

The last time he checked, the balance had been a little over thirty thousand dollars close to forty. It wasn’t entirely his money either. Some of it belonged to his late mother. Some of it had come from years of quiet sacrifice skipping meals, walking instead of taking transport, working overtime shifts that left his hands blistered.

It wasn’t fifty thousand, but it was close.

If he withdrew everything and found a way to scrape together the remaining amount, he could at least file a case against Emily. Once the case was opened, he could fight for the land. The house was gone but land remained. And land could be rebuilt upon.

His jaw tightened again, this time not from helplessness, but resolve.

He would claim it back. No matter what.

Without wasting another second, he looked at the woman behind the desk and said evenly, “I’ll be back very soon.”

However she didn’t bother responding or look at him.

Liam turned and walked out of City Hall, his steps quicker now, fueled by purpose. He headed straight for ZB Bank with a taxi.

When he arrived, the massive building stood tall and polished, its glass walls reflecting the city’s hierarchy in silent arrogance. Liam didn’t need directions. Everyone knew how ZB Bank operated.

There were three grand entrances at the front one for A‑level citizens, one for B‑level, and one for C‑level. Polished floors, uniformed guards, automatic doors that opened like royalty greeting royalty.

E‑level citizens like him had a different path.

Their entrance was at the corner behind the bank. Not even truly connected to the main façade. It was narrow, half‑hidden. Because in this country, everything was graded.

And without hesitation, Liam walked toward the E entrance behind the back.