Rise to Power: The Miraculous Liam Regan.

Chapter 5

He couldn’t believe it, that Emily, the woman who held his hand when things got rough, who laughed with him under poor light bulbs at night, would treat him the same way the higher‑class citizens had always done.

No, she had to be lying. It had to be a sick joke.

Liam’s body shook as he stepped closer. He only wanted to hold her shoulders to make her look at him straight, to ask again, to make her say it while looking into his eyes. Maybe then he’d believe. Maybe then he’d finally wake up.

But before he could reach her, Benjamin moved.

The manager’s jaw tightened, and in one quick motion he pushed Emily gently aside, mistaking Liam’s desperate move for an attack. Without hesitation, Benjamin’s leg swung forward a hard, brutal kick straight into Liam’s chest.

The sound of it echoed through the office like thunder.

Liam hit the floor instantly, the air knocked out of his lungs. Pain shot through his ribs, sharp and blinding. He coughed hard, and blood spilled from his mouth, dark and thick.

For a moment, he couldn’t speak. His chest screamed; his breath came short and broken.

Through the pain, through the ringing in his ear, he managed to whisper weakly, voice shaking as blood touched the corner of his lips.

“I… I was just trying to hold your hands.”

Liam’s hands trembled against the cold floor as he tried to lift himself. His vision blurred in and out red, white, and shadow flickering together.

Pain pulsed through his chest as he coughed again, this time harder, and a gush of blood spilled from his mouth, spreading like dark paint over the tiles.

At that moment Benjamin’s angry voice cut through the air.

“How dare you think of hurting Emily!”

Without warning, his boot crashed into Liam’s ribs again. The blow sent Liam sliding across the floor, his body twisting before hitting the far side of the room with a dull thud.

Blood burst from his nose and split his lip open; his head spun violently. For a fleeting moment, the world went black around the edges.

The strength difference between them was cruelly clear.

B‑level citizens didn’t just have wealth they had training.

They were taught skills that bordered on the superhuman. Their bodies carried the power of advanced martial disciplines, modified with Some rare ancient potion, and other stuff, that normal men from E rank could only dream of.

People like Liam those ranked at the bottom were never meant to stand against them. He was a laborer, an exhausted man who barely ate twice a day. How could he afford combat manuals, spiritual guides, or masters of power training? His life was work and hunger, not privilege and technique.

He groaned, his breath ragged, and slowly lifted his arm toward Emily, his body trembling. His face was soaked with blood, and yet his voice came out soft, almost pleading.

“Emily… Emily…”

He stretched his hand out again, as if trying to touch her one last time, his eyes glassy, filled with disbelief. He was about to say her name again when something struck him.

Emily’s heel.

The kick hit the side of his face with brutal precision, and the impact lifted him halfway off the ground before sending him rolling helplessly to the center of the room.

By the time he stopped, his body barely moved. He lay there, a few faint breaths escaping his mouth torn, shaking, broken.

“I knew you were an animal!”

Her words echoed sharply, slicing through the silence.

“Animal.”

The word hung in his head, repeating itself until it became a ringing tone, confirming every cruel truth she had confessed, It wasn’t just betrayal it was mockery.

Everything she said was true. Every deception, every step of her plan.

Liam couldn’t open his eyes fully anymore, but through the haze he heard the creak of the office door opening. Boots shuffled across the marble floor, voices murmuring softly outside.

Then her voice came again, fierce and cold, roaring like someone who couldn’t stand his very existence.

“Get this animal out of here and throw him on the main road.”

Without wasting anymore time the two guards dragged Liam’s limp body down the hallway, his boots leaving faint streaks of blood across the polished floor. His head hung low, arms lifeless, breath shallow a man emptied of everything that kept him human.

Mr Benjamin stood near his desk, arms folded across his chest, watching them leave with a crooked smile. “There’s no way he’ll survive that, because he hit him on his Life energy point” he said smoothly, adjusting his collar. “He’ll be dead before the day runs out.”

Emily didn’t even glance at the disappearing figure of her husband. Her tone was detached, her face calm, as though she were commenting on the weather. “He’s an animal,” she muttered. “People like him shouldn’t even be walking the same streets as us. The government should’ve cleaned out their kind long ago they make the world unsafe for valuable citizens.”

Benjamin chuckled quietly at that, the sound low and pleased.

Outside, the guards heaved Liam into the back of a transport truck, his body flopping against the metal like a discarded sack. They drove out of the industrial zone, the wind cutting through the air, the sky dim with smoke from the nearby factories.

A few minutes later, they stopped by the main road. Cars sped past pure, expensive, untouched by dust. Without hesitation, the guards dumped him onto the asphalt and drove off.

Liam’s clothes the simple gray uniform of a miner, grimy and torn told everyone exactly who he was: an E‑class laborer. Disposable.

An approaching vehicle saw the body from afar. For one small second, its emblem an insignia of the higher ranks flashed under the sun. The driver didn’t slow down. He didn’t even bother to press the brakes.

The car hit him with a violent crash. The sound was dull, heavy, final.

Liam’s body flew off the road, landing in a pile of trash beside a rusted metal bin. Blood trickled from his lips, his limbs twisted unnaturally. Any ordinary man would’ve died instantly.

But there beneath the torn fabric of his mining uniform something began to glow.

A faint light pulsed from the necklace that hung under his shirt, the crystal at its center coming alive with a slow, rhythmic shine. It grew hotter, bright enough to paint the shadows around him in flickering gold.

Then the crystal began to melt its molten light sinking through his skin, disappearing into his chest as though the metal itself was being absorbed by his blood.

Liam’s eyes flickered open for a heartbeat.

A sound not from the world around him, but from inside his very mind echoed deep and ancient.

“Your Ancestry Power has awakened. First power to be awakened....Immortality.”