System Activated: Empire Reset Protocol

The drizzle fell in thin, icy sheets, soaking Victor Draven to the bone. He shivered violently on the cracked sidewalk.

The weight of his empty stomach gnawing at his insides like a pack of wolves. A gust of wind carried the distant laughter of a wealthy crowd, his former world, the one that had spat him out like rotten fruit.

He coughed, the sound hoarse and weak, and tried to rise, but his legs buckled beneath him. 

Every muscle screamed in protest. He was a man stripped bare, nothing but bones, bruises, and humiliation. “I, I can’t,” he muttered, the words barely audible above the pattering rain.

A passerby glanced at him, wrinkled their nose, and turned away. No hand offered help. No shelter. He was invisible, discarded, worthless.

The memory of Elara’s smile haunted him, the smile that once warmed him, now twisted into a public spectacle on her wedding day, her hand held in another man’s, the son of his former master.

“You were nothing,” her voice echoed in his mind. “And you always will be.”

Victor pressed his palms into the wet concrete, tasting iron and mud. “I, I am nothing,” he whispered, a bitter laugh breaking from his throat. “I am trash.”

A sudden noise startled him, a metallic chime, sharp and unnatural. Victor’s head jerked up. The street was empty.

The drizzle masking the city’s usual chaos. Then a voice, smooth, cold, and emotionless, echoed inside his mind.

[System Activated: Empire Reset Protocol. Heir Detected: Victor Draven]

Victor froze, blinking. “What, what is this? Who’s there?”

[Do not be alarmed. You have been chosen. A path to reclaim your power is now available. Initiating Level One Mission]

“Power? I, I don’t even have shoes!” he said, incredulous, his voice cracking. “What mission?”

[You will survive the night. Resource acquisition is mandatory]

[Hunger level: Critical]

[Health status: Poor]

[Mission rewards: 50 credits, access to first-tier allies]

Victor laughed, a short, bitter bark. “You want me to survive? I’m dead already. Look at me. I’m, I’m nothing!”

[Acknowledged. Nothing is your starting point. From nothing, the empire grows]

[Mission parameters updated: Find shelter, food, and information. Begin now.]

He tried to sit up straighter, shivering. “Shelter, food, how?”

A rustling behind a dumpster caught his attention. A rat scurried out, pausing to stare at him, then vanished into the shadows. Victor groaned, “Even the rats, they have more dignity than me.”

[Observe the environment. Opportunities exist where attention is paid. A bakery three blocks north. Trash cans likely contain discarded bread. Street vendors may provide minor assistance]

Victor groaned again, but the system’s logic was oddly precise. He forced himself to crawl to the nearest street corner, ignoring the pain in his knees. 

His clothes were soaked, sticking to him like a second skin. Every passerby avoided him, eyes full of disgust or pity.

A voice snapped him back: “Hey! Get out of the way, freak!” A man shoved him roughly. 

Victor fell sideways into a puddle, water splashing over his face. “Yeah, get out of my way,” he muttered, tasting the filth. “I, I am nothing.”

[Nothing is permanent. You may choose action]

[Level One: Survival]

[Current objective: Acquire food.]

He gritted his teeth, rising. There was a bakery up ahead, faint light spilling onto the wet street. 

Victor lurched forward, every step agony, but he couldn’t, wouldn’t, remain lying in the gutter like a corpse.

The door rattled as he tried to push it open. A young woman behind the counter glanced at him, her eyes narrowing. “Sorry, closed,” she said

“I,I just need food," he gasped. “Please.”

She frowned. “Nothing for you. Go away.”

Victor’s hands shook. He wanted to scream, to hit, to, something. But the system intervened.

[Option available: Persuasion or acquisition]

[Probability of success: Persuasion 27%. Acquisition 63%]

[Action recommended: Acquisition.]

He scanned the alley beside the bakery, eyes landing on a discarded bag of day-old pastries. 

He grabbed it, trembling, and stuffed the soggy remnants into his mouth. Hunger clawed at him violently, and he almost wept. “This, this is it?” he muttered between bites. “Trash.”

[Current hunger status: Reduced]

[Next objective: Gather allies] 

[Minor targets: Street urchins, informants, homeless network]

Victor laughed bitterly. “Allies in this filth?”

A small voice piped up from behind a pile of crates. “Hey, you look hungry?”

Victor turned. A boy, no older than twelve, dirty, ragged, but with sharp eyes, extended a half-eaten sandwich. “I, I can share.”

Victor’s throat tightened. “Why, why help me?”

“Because I know what it’s like to have nothing.”

Victor nodded, swallowing hard. The first warmth in hours seeped through his body, not from the food, but from human contact.

[Ally acquired. Designation: Minor Street Informant] 

[Mission update: Gather intelligence on local power players]

Victor’s gaze sharpened. “Power players,” he muttered, tasting the first spark of anger. His former master. Elara. Everyone who had spat on him.

“Step one,” he whispered to himself, “survive. Step two, they’ll pay.”

The rain intensified, each droplet stinging like needles. Victor crouched under an awning, the boy beside him sharing scraps of warmth. “Tell me who runs this block?” Victor asked, voice low but firm.

“Bosses, street lords, tycoons, they own everything. Donovan, Elara’s family, they’re untouchable,” the boy said.

Victor’s lips curled into a ghost of a smile. “Untouchable, huh?”

[Affirmative. Untouchable does not equal invincible]

[Level One Enemy Analysis: Donovan Enterprises] 

[Weakness: Arrogance, underestimates the dispossessed]

Victor leaned back against the wall, eyes closed. “Then I’ll start small but I’ll hit them all, one by one. And when I do, they’ll remember the smell of their own shame.”

The boy glanced at him, puzzled. “You, you’ll fight them?”

Victor’s eyes opened, burning. “No, I’ll destroy them. Every insult, every betrayal, I’ll return it tenfold.”

[Mission Update: Emotional Core Strengthening] 

[Probability of long-term success: High.]

The city lights flickered, distant sirens wailing like ghosts. Victor clenched his fists, teeth gritted. He was nothing, but even nothing could become everything with the right strategy.

The rain began to subside, leaving the streets glistening like shards of glass. Victor rose, shaking off the cold, his first plan forming in his mind.

He would survive the night. He would eat. He would gather allies, and one day, one day, those who had humiliated him would kneel in disgrace, and Victor Draven would smile as they fell. 

“System,” he whispered, voice steady now, “what’s next?”

[Next: Acquisition of influence]

[Step one: Minor power players]

[Objective: Humiliation and loyalty acquisition. Begin immediately]

Victor’s grin widened, sharp and cold. The first step of the Empire Reset had begun, and nothing would stop him.