2026-06-12 13:45:54"Huh?" Tristan gasped the moment he looked up to see the darkened sky. It looked like it was going to rain but should it rain, he wondered where he was going to get shelter.
Nowhere.
He grunted. “Is this how I'll take to revenge?”
But while he was thinking of the three men who beat him to death, everything got clear to him now. They weren't the primary perpetrators. His screen had blinked displaying the truth like a movie.
Kayla, the matriarch of Clarkson’s family gathering with her three sons, her daughter and other extended relatives.
[The Target to be killed…….]
[Him.]
[Mode of Death: Business Trip. Assassination on the road. Taken by Brothers-in-law.]
[Reason for Assassination: Freda set to marry Jayson.]
Her childhood bestfriend. The college sweetheart who broke her heart and went abroad without informing her. He was richer, more influential and more handsome.
He scoffed, his revenge scaling so high. He smirked.
He had suffered for good three years to establish Luxville Decors, their interior decor company only for his life to be cut short when he was supposed to marry Freda, own and enjoy his company with her.
Scattered flashes rushed against his head, shifting those thoughts backward and a new forward. The immediate past ideal of this body.
Because the owner of his current body, the nineteen year old Tristan shared a different fate.
Literally, he was carrying the weight of two assaulted bodies.
Here, he was a college nerd, killed by elite schoolmates, bundled up and flung down into a racing flood water from a helicopter. He tumbled across rocks as he fell, the water carried him, his body scraping against sharp objects.
He'd died but miraculously got up when the wandering soul of a murdered man who hadn't fulfilled his mission on Earth walking and crying came upon his lifeless body. He'd paused, smiled, then entered into him.
“Don't worry I'll avenge for both of us.” He said.
Life came into his body and he rose up.
Tristan clenched his fist in fury. Now it seemed as though he was seeking revenge for two persons, whom he couldn't even tell which was more brutal.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
[Deadly thirst for revenge sensed by system.]
[Subject: The Host.]
[Generating Mission...]
Ding!
[Mission: Combined Revenge on Perpetrators.]
[Revenge Scope: Start with first man's assassins.]
Ding!
[Targets responsible for your death Identified.]
-Kayla Clarkson: Chief Perpetrator
-Freda Clarkson: Incitee 1
-Jayson Miles: Incitee 2
-Ian Clarkson: Assassin 1
-Chris Clarkson: Assassin 2
-Xavier Clarkson: Assassin 3
- Extended family: Supporters
[ Premium Rewards Guaranteed for each ]
Tristan stared at the holographic interface in rage and intense calculation.
He let out an exasperated breath. He kept walking, searching for a place to stay against the coming rain. Until he recognized his family hotel where he last left to the beach, a place which drifted into his memory by sight.
More memories began to drift in.
His family operated both their family house and five star hotel in the same structure. They lived on the seventh floor, unbothered by guests on the first to sixth.
"Shit!" He gasped the moment he saw a familiar hilux van. Like the one his fiancee’s brothers from his past life used to transport him.
He tried to note the small details and everything looked the same. His hand found his chest in firm grab.
“Fuckkkkk! Is this really them?”
“What are they doing here?” His eyes had already popped up so wide, his jaw left hanging low.
He hurriedly walked to the first floor, heading to the elevator. He even remembered along the way of his body state. Customers seeing him this way might take him for a serial killer.
As the adopted son of the Harold’s family, he didn't need to do anything they would end up kicking him out. His family adopted him because they had no male child. Being that his parents who were Harold’s closest family friend and investors in their hotel, they took him upon the plane crash that killed both of his parents.
He knew he was under constant scrutiny and if he did well, he'd be the one to take over the family business, as an Acting CEO or husband to one of their daughters. Women here were so feminine, princess treatment centered. They didn't want to indulge in anything that would stress them. Heiresses preferred their husbands or the Acting CEO handling company's operation while the statistics get relayed to them and they will work remotely.
It was a norm in Santiago here.
In the previous Tristan’ heart, home was a place he found security. His three sisters, Avery, Camille and Eva loved him so much, even started crushing on him.
It was the only place he was ever loved. And only imagining them receiving the heartbreaking news of his death a day or so later filled him with the massive urge of revenge. He thanked his lucky stars he got the chance to come back. They wouldn't be able to bear his loss, even his foster parents who had invested a lot in training him.
Freya’s brothers said they were coming to make business deals in Santiago, could it be that his family here was the one they referred to?
He pondered. Then linked interior decor and the hotel business they ran, the link aligned.
Luxville was going to supply Harold’s Hotel and Suite with materials.
The memory was brought back. It was here. They told him. The Harold’s is one top company that supports new and fast-rising companies. Everyone knew that.
Tristan snapped his fingers, rushed out the moment the elevator stopped and opened its door.
Merely stepping foot on the hallway, his holographic screen came on. He halted.
[Sex Mage Son-in-law System
Host: Tristan Harold
Age:19
Physical Stats:
>Charm -7
>Intellect -70
>Strength - 17
>Agility -17
>Stamina-15
>Dick Size-7 inches, 3cm girth
Ability:
>Narcissistic Heart: Ability to feel ecstasy while instilling pains on his enemies. Mind-controlling traits present.
Talents:
>Genius: exceptionally high innate intellectual ability.
Skills: Twisted Complex Calculation, Polyglot, Logic Puzzles, Assessment…...
Taboo Harem : None
Taboo Points: 0
Taboo Store:>>> purchase, power card, talent. And several kink materials.
Talent purchase and talent skills.
Networth: $3000.
Quest: Revenge Guru - Become the Great Man who can enslave the Clarkson’s at will and with unsuspicious mode.
Progression:0%...
Mission:
[SMSL-1 Package]
Staring at the long list of logical skills, Tristan scrolled through with a sinister yet satisfied grin on his face.
While noting the difference between short-term revenge and long-term revenge, Tristan’ eyes darted to the calligraphic bold footnotes, which were blinking to attract his attention.
‘SMSL-1 Level?’
He tapped on it, the holographic screen faded to flash on a silvery dollar imprinted sealed envelope.
Ding!
[SMSL-1: 1 Ability Card $30000 Deposition.]
It was non-transferable, Tristan could only use his card. His phone was lost in the river after being flung down.
Ding!
[New Ability: Stimulated Hands- When in contact with erogenous areas of enemies, the target’s perspective of the User’s touch is enhanced x2. Ability to turn on and induce submission: High.]
“Really?” His first target was the Matriarch of the Clarkson’s family whom he knew over years to hate men aside her sons and a few she stood to gain much from.
Second, his daughter who wouldn't let him touch her while getting ready to marry her.
Tristan imagined the joy of seeing his enemies in a situation where they had no other choice but to let him fuck them, the even greater joy of later reminding them of how they used to treat a man named Luis. Of course, they would remember.
“System, how can I increase my Taboo Points?” He asked as he was heading to the Harold’s family wing.
Ding!
[Taboo Points will be earned from each orgasm you make your women enemies feel upon completion of Erotic-Punishment Tasks.]
The first screen slid off and the new replaced it.
[Taboo Points can be converted to Cash, Gift Cards and Social Ranking Status in the Elite World. Exchanged at the Elite Ranking E-Store.]
The Golden Eagle Crest popped up at the center of the holographic screen and he tapped on it.
A realistic game-like store appeared before him.
+2 Strength Card, Stamina, Genius Reading Talent, NHL Talent, World-class Management Skill: CEO Zone. IQ Level: High.
“You gotta be kidding me.” He whispered against his chest.
He was nothing close to this before he was murdered, perhaps this body borrowed traits from Luis, then combined them together.
Who knows?
Tristan was a weak guy and was still same. But with this system, he could also purchase Power Cards to grow stronger. Such a weak body couldn't exert the revenge he had in mind.
‘5,000 Taboo Points for a Talent card?’
‘500 Taboo Points for a +0.5 Power Card?’
‘10,000 Taboo Points for a single ability?’
The equivalent of a Taboo Point to Dollars weren't known yet but he suspected a point would be high. It's from knowing the worth of each Taboo point he would be able to know the gift card and social ranking equivalent.
But there was no sound or voice arriving on the seventh floor like visitors came. Anxiety gripped him.
“Are they already in discussion with my parents?” Normally all business investment deals passed through him. Literally, this was his chance to start his revenge.
An approval without his consent would be a great loss to him.
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“That's a lie.”“You have no right to accuse me of lying!”“You just admitted that my father came here with proof of my inheritance. Those papers didn't disappear by themselves.”Sir Harold's face reddened. “Your father was injured during our argument. Everything happened quickly. I was trying to prevent the situation from becoming worse.”“And the inheritance documents?”“I don't remember what happened to every paper he carried.”Tristan studied him for several seconds.“You expect me to believe you remember the argument, the fall, and the decision not to contact the police, but you can't remember what happened to the documents that could have made me wealthy?”“I was not thinking about money at the time!”“Then you shouldn't mind helping me find the truth.”Tristan picked up the brown folder he had taken from the drawer. “I'll have these documents examined. If they're genuine, I'll know where to begin looking for the rest.”Madison hurried toward him.“You cannot take those papers!”
Chapter 128
Sir Harold's silence returned.Tristan placed the first folder on the desk and reached for the small notebook. Several pages contained dates and short entries, most of them written in the same handwriting. He flipped through them until he found an entry made on the day of Daniel's death.The handwriting was hurried.Daniel arrived to collect the boy. He refused to leave without him. Argument with Sir Harold. Injury sustained. Madison instructed staff to keep the child upstairs.Tristan stopped reading.He looked at Madison.“You ordered them to keep me upstairs?”She folded her arms tightly. “You were a child. You didn't need to witness an argument between adults.”“An argument that ended with my father dying?”“We didn't know that would happen!”“Then why did you make sure I couldn't come downstairs?”Madison's eyes flashed. “Because your father was shouting, and you were frightened! I was trying to protect you from a scene you wouldn't have understood.”Tristan turned back to the not
Chapter 127
Sir Harold's face went pale again.Madison took a quick step toward him. “Don't answer that.”But Tristan had heard her.He stared at the couple, feeling the last of his childhood trust disappear.“What happened to my father wasn't the only secret you buried, was it?”Neither of them spoke.Tristan opened the door and walked out.He had barely reached the end of the corridor when his phone vibrated. An unfamiliar number appeared on the screen. He almost ignored it, but something made him answer.“Tristan Lawson?” a man asked.“Who is this?”“My name is Peter Cole. I worked at the Harold estate years ago. I heard you've started asking questions about Daniel Lawson.”Tristan stopped walking.“Who gave you my number?”“That doesn't matter. What matters is that you need to stop asking questions in that house.”“Why?”The man took a shaky breath.“Because I was there the night your father died. And Sir Harold wasn't telling you the whole truth.”Tristan tightened his grip on the phone.“Wha
Chapter 126
“You gave me a room, food, and a name to live under. You took away the truth about my parents and expected me to spend the rest of my life thanking you.”Madison's face flushed. “After everything we've done, you dare to speak to us like this?”“After everything you've done, you still think I owe you gratitude?”Sir Harold struck the desk with his palm. “Watch your mouth, Tristan!”The command echoed through the study.For a moment, the old power imbalance returned. Tristan remembered all the years he had lowered his head whenever Sir Harold spoke, the times he had swallowed insults to keep peace in the household, and the countless occasions when he had been treated as though his presence depended on their approval.But he was no longer that helpless boy.He placed the letter carefully inside the envelope and slipped it into his pocket.“You said my father died here,” Tristan continued. “Was it an accident?”Sir Harold hesitated.That hesitation made Tristan's stomach tighten.“Was it a
Chapter 125
“And I'm asking you for the last time. Where is my father's letter?”Sir Harold's jaw worked, but he remained silent.Tristan turned back to the keypad and tried another date: the day he had officially entered the Harold household.The lock clicked.Madison gasped.Tristan opened the door.The study smelled of leather, old paper, and the faint scent of Sir Harold's cologne. Everything stood neatly in place, from the books on the shelves to the framed family photographs on the desk. Tristan had entered the room countless times over the years, but never with the feeling that he might finally discover something about himself.He went straight to the filing cabinet.“Don't touch anything!” Madison shouted from the doorway.Tristan ignored her and opened the top drawer.Folders filled the cabinet, arranged by year and category. He scanned the labels quickly, looking for anything related to his childhood or the date on the placement document.Most of the folders contained company records.Th
Chapter 124
“Be careful, Tristan. Whatever happened between your father and Sir Harold, it clearly wasn't a small matter.”The call ended.Tristan walked outside and raised his hand to stop a passing taxi. He gave the driver the address of the Harold estate, then settled into the back seat with his phone in his hand.He had told Richard he wouldn't return to obey the Harolds. That hadn't changed. But if Sir Harold possessed a letter from his biological father, Tristan wasn't going to leave it in the hands of someone who had spent years lying to him.He would get answers.And this time, he wouldn't leave until he had them.The taxi moved through the afternoon traffic, but Tristan barely noticed the journey. His mind kept returning to the document and the name Richard had given him.Daniel Lawson.He opened his browser and searched for the name. Several results appeared, including an old business article about a man who had died years ago. The photograph showed a serious-looking man in his forties,
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