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THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR GHOSTS OF AMBITION
Suddenly, Marvin blinked and found himself in an entirely different place. The cold, sterile walls of the lab were gone, replaced by trees, cobblestone paths, and open fields bathed in twilight. He spun around, disoriented, feeling the soft grass under his feet and the cool breeze on his face.“Where am I?” he asked, his voice was a whisper, and his eyes darted around in confusion.Just then, Mr. Christopher appeared a few steps away, glowing softly as before, but this time, his eyes turned normal. “You are in Westwood, Marvin.”Marvin’s heart jumped. “Uncle!” he gasped. “I thought we were in Neovalle just a few minutes ago.”Mr. Christopher nodded calmly. “Yes, we were. In fact, we still are,” he replied, his voice was smooth and untroubled. “Our bodies are still in Neovalle. But with the help of the synapticore force, our souls are now here, in Westwood.”Marvin’s eyes widened in awe. “You mean…soul travel is possible with the synapticore force?”“The ultra mega synapticore force,
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR BEYOND FLESH AND BLOOD
Marvin looked at Mr. Christopher, his eyes filled with a quiet pride as he prepared to explain himself.“You see, Uncle,” he began, “I’ve loved technology for as long as I can remember. Even when I was a kid, I’d spend hours tinkering with old gadgets, taking them apart to see how they worked, then putting them back together. That curiosity never faded.”He paused, a small smile crossing his face as he recalled those early memories. For a moment, the weight of his recent betrayal faded, and he felt a glimmer of the same excitement that had driven him all his life. “All through high school, I studied tech with a great passion. I read every book I could find, joined every tech club, and even won a few competitions. By the time I reached college, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I majored in engineering, graduated with honors, and went on to complete a doctorate in advanced technology systems. I didn’t just study—I lived and breathed tech.”Mr. Christopher listened intently, clearly i
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE PATH TO POWER
Both groups began to walk toward each other, meeting in the middle of the courtyard. Marvin watched, eyebrows raised, as his father reached out his hand with a friendly smile. Evander Velcan took it firmly, and they exchanged a few words, their faces were polite but tense.Marvin’s eyes widened in shock. “What is going on here?” he muttered, as his voice was full of disbelief. “My father… being friendly with Evander Velcan? That man has always been one of his rivals. It seems my father is beginning to be careless in making friends.”Mr. Christopher’s eyes narrowed, and they began to glow a bright, sky blue. He stood silently for a moment, clearly using his synapticore abilities to study the situation.“It’s an alliance,” he said finally, his voice was low and serious. “Both families have been severely affected… by the things the results of decisions you took out of revenge, Marvin. They’re upset about the power that Tariq Khyber now holds in Westwood—power he only gained all thanks
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR GRADE 3: MORE THAN EXPECTED
Suddenly, they were back in Mr. Christopher’s secret chamber, with their souls settling back into their bodies. Both men took deep breaths, filling their lungs with air as they returned to the world of the living.Marvin opened his eyes, feeling the familiar weight of his own body, but with a new understanding of the power he might one day hold. Mr. Christopher breathed deeply beside him, his eyes no longer glowing, but watching Marvin with a quiet confidence.Mr. Christopher placed his palm on the fingerprint sensor at the base of the cocoon. As soon as his hand touched it, he could feel the energy inside of him flowing back into the cocoon. The soft, sky-blue light that represented his synapticore energy pulsed back to life within the device, filling the room with a gentle glow.The air grew calm, and Mr. Christopher turned to Marvin. "Let's go over to the lab. I could run some tests on you," he said with a faint smile.Marvin nodded, still filled with curiosity and a growing se
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR VOICES OF THE POWER FAMILIES
Three days after Marvin’s intense encounter with his uncle, Mr. Christopher Richmond, he began the grueling training to awaken the Ultra Mega Synapticore Force Grade 3 within him. This force, dormant and enigmatic, would be the key to his rise in a world teetering on the edge of conflict. While Marvin pushed his limits, far away in the heart of Westwood, a different storm was brewing.The heads of the eight most powerful families in Westwood arrived one by one at the imposing Westwood Grand Dome. This summit, known as WG-8, wasn’t an ordinary meeting. It was a chessboard of power, where the families who controlled vast portions of Westwood’s technology, energy, and wealth gathered to decide the fate of the newly discovered crystal: Astralyte.The first to arrive was Elias Orion, stepping out of a sleek black vehicle that seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy. The insignia on his forehead glowed faintly, the mark of his Cosmic Affinity. He could draw power from the stars themse
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM
Mr. Richmond’s sharp voice echoed through the grand dome, cutting through the heated debates. “Tariq Khyber,” he began, leaning forward, his eyes locking onto the head of Khyber Technologies, “let’s address the elephant in the room. We all know why you’re here—and it’s not for Astralyte’s benefit or for the good of Westwood.”The other family heads turned their attention to Richmond, intrigued by his sudden shift in tone.“You already control Diamond Bank, the largest financial institution in Westwood,” Richmond continued. “With it, you’ve gained an iron grip on the financial veins of our society. Every major transaction, every corporate deal—it all runs through you. And now, you want Astralyte. Why? To consolidate even more power? To ensure no one can ever oppose you again?”Tariq Khyber’s faint smirk faltered for the briefest moment. “Richmond,” he replied coolly, “you speak as though control and leadership are crimes. My bank provides stability. Without me, the financial sector of
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR A FATAL SECRET
Tariq leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as if sharing a secret. “Why not speak, Richmond, about the cannabis business you’ve been quietly operating in Neovalle? Or, better yet,” he added, his voice dropping lower, “the secret drug war you’ve been waging with the Bowen family. The same war that cost Daniel Bowen’s first son his life.”A sharp intake of breath rippled through the room. Daniel Bowen, one of the family heads whose towering figure with a reputation for both power and ruthlessness, froze. His expression shifted from suspicion to utter shock. “What?” he thundered, his voice was trembling with anger and disbelief. “A drug war? My son—”Tariq leaned back in his chair, with satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as the room erupted into murmurs and gasps. Richmond opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out, his expression was caught between denial and fury.“Daniel Richmond's hands clenched into fists, the betrayal cutting deeper with every word Tariq spoke.
THE UNDERESTIMATED HEIR SUSPICION
Tariq Khyber stood up, his movements were slow and deliberate, commanding attention in the room. With an air of confidence, he collected the thick folder from his assistant and opened it. From within, he retrieved a small flash drive, holding it up for everyone to see before passing it to the person in charge of the projector.“My fellow family heads,” he began, his voice was steady and measured, “the numbers don’t lie. Allow me to explain.”The projector screen lit up with charts and graphs as Tariq clicked a remote to begin his presentation. The first slide displayed a summary of Richmond Tech’s profits over the past five years, a consistent fifty billion dollars annually. Then the next slide appeared, showing the Richmond family’s total assets, which had mysteriously surged by five hundred billion in the same period.“As you can see here,” Tariq said, gesturing to the screen, “Richmond Tech’s official profits are accounted for. Fifty billion a year—very impressive for any compa
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THE ELIMINATION ORDER
Marvin’s eyes remained fixed on the strange man in the silver mask. His heart thumped harder with every passing second.The mark of the Synapticore glowed faintly on the man’s forehead—proof that this visitor was not just anyone. He was one of them. One of the Coven of Elders, the one who passed the decree against the extraction of the Astralyte.Marvin’s lips parted slightly, but words failed him. He tried to sit up more in bed, with eyes that were narrowed in disbelief.The man took one step forward and spoke again—his voice was smooth and calm, yet carrying an odd electric tone that seemed to buzz through the air.“Good day, Mr. Marvin,” the man greeted again, his voice sending chills down Marvin’s spine.Marvin finally found his voice, though his words came out slower than usual.“G-Good day,” he replied, still staring at the mask. “I know that mark, I know you… You’re from the Coven of Elders… from Westwood…”Before he could say more, the door opened again.Uncle Christopher ste
SHE HATES ME... BUT SHE LOVES ME
Uncle Christopher sighed and stepped closer to Marvin, lowering his voice.“It’s not severe,” he said softly. “At least, not yet. The doctors say there’s hope… but it’s going to take time. A lot of care, patience, and the right treatment. This condition… it doesn’t heal in a week or two. But she can get better.”Marvin’s jaw tightened. His heart felt heavy, but he nodded slowly.Without a word, he reached for the wheels of his chair and rolled himself closer to the bed.The sound of the wheels on the tiled floor echoed in the quiet room.When he stopped just beside her, he reached out and gently touched her wrist.“Helena…” he said softly. “It’s me. It’s Marvin.”At first, she didn’t react. Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.Then slowly, her head turned—and her eyes were locked onto his.But instead of relief or recognition, her face twisted in confusion and disgust.“No…” she whispered. “No, you’re not him.”Her voice rose slightly. “Get away from me! You’re not my Marvin. You’r
WHAT BROKE HELENA
Uncle Christopher’s eyes narrowed.He stepped closer to Marvin and crossed his arms.“This isn’t just about Helena… or your father,” he said. “It’s bigger than that. What you did at the last WG-8 Summit… it shook Westwood to its core.”Marvin blinked.“My speech?”Uncle Christopher nodded slowly.“You gave out information that no one thought you had access to. You exposed secret dealings, illegal contracts, and power abuses—especially from the leaders of the Power Families. The entire Council of Elders turned on them that day. You embarrassed them… and you made enemies.”Marvin’s brows furrowed.“But… why would they see me as a threat?” he asked. “I’m based here in Neovalle. I run a solar based tech company. My focus is innovation. I don’t even want anything in Westwood. Even when I finally get to hold the Astralyte… my goals haven’t changed. It's not like I intend to conquer Westwood.”Uncle Christopher gave a slow, tired nod.“I know, Marvin. I know you’re not after thrones or terri
THE AFTERMATH
About four hours later, Marvin’s eyes opened again.He squinted.A sharp pain stabbed through his head.He winced, groaning softly.His body was no longer shaking. The chaos had passed. But the pain was still there—deep and dull, resting behind his forehead.Slowly, he turned his head to the side.The beeping machine beside him was still working… but this time, the sound was calm. His heart rate was steady.He was breathing normally.The air felt less heavy now.He was awake… and he was alive.Just then, the door opened.Uncle Christopher walked in with a careful step, holding a file in his hand. His eyes moved quickly to Marvin—and when he saw him awake, sitting up a little, all calm and steady, a deep breath escaped his chest.He smiled, softly.“You’re awake… again,” he said, with a calm voice.Marvin nodded slowly.He sat upright, moving his back against the pillow. The motion hurt a little, but he could handle it.Uncle Christopher moved closer, standing by his side now.He place
BETWEEN DEATH AND MADNESS
Marvin’s eyes twitched.Slowly… very slowly… they began to open.Everything was blurry.Light. Movement. Shadows.He tried to blink, but even that felt like lifting a mountain. His eyelids were heavy. His body felt like stone. His chest rose and fell with a deep struggle.Then came a sound—his own breath, rough and noisy. A cough tore through his throat, loud and painful. He gasped again, coughing hard, chest shaking like thunder inside him.“Uh… you are awake,” a calm voice said.It was familiar.Faint… but familiar.Marvin blinked again, this time harder.The blur started to clear.He could now make out a face.His uncle—Uncle Christopher—was sitting beside him.The old man looked tired, but his eyes were calm, filled with relief.Marvin tried to speak, but his voice cracked. His throat was dry.“O-… oxygen,” Marvin whispered.“You’re on it,” Uncle Christopher replied, softly pressing a hand on Marvin’s shoulder. “You’re in intensive care now. You’re safe.”Marvin glanced around
JUST A STEPPING STONE?
Dana Orion laughed again—louder this time, with wicked joy.“The great Marvin Richmond!” she shouted, spreading her arms wide as she slowly walked around him like a vulture circling a dying animal. “The young genius! The CEO of Helios Enterprise! The young man with the rare ultra mega Synapticore gift!”She leaned close and whispered into his ear.“Look at you now…”She pulled back and raised the Solstium Grip higher.“Chained like a dog. Sweating like a pig. Screaming like a coward!”Dana threw her head back and laughed again, cruel and sharp. Her laughter echoed through the empty garage like broken glass.“You built companies. You led tech enthusiasts. You inspired a generation. But now…” she leaned closer again, with her smile like poison, “you’re just spare parts.”Behind her, Helena stood frozen.Her eyes were fixed on Marvin—his body was trembling, his skin was pale, sweat was dripping down his face, his muscles were twitching from the pain.She said nothing.But her fingers tre
OF BLOOD POWER AND LIES
The world around Marvin was dark and quiet.It was no longer the golden, peaceful lounge of La Vie En Rose. No music. No warmth. Only the low hum of silence and the smell of rust and oil.Dim lights flickered from old, hanging bulbs. The walls were made of bare concrete, and the floor was stained with grease. Broken car parts, metal tools, and oil drums were scattered everywhere. It looked like an old, abandoned car garage. Cold. Lonely. Empty of life.The only sound was the soft drip of water from a leaking pipe in the corner.Marvin’s head felt heavy. His eyes were half-closed. His whole body was weak—like he had been running for days with no food, no rest. Sweat rolled down his forehead, sticking his hair to his face. His mouth was dry. His tongue felt thick.Slowly, he began to wake up more. He tried to move.That’s when he realized…He couldn’t.His arms were spread apart, each one was chained tightly to the sides of a steel pole. His legs too were stretched and chained to the
HER SMILE HIS DOWNFALL
As Marvin walked through La Vie En Rose, heads began to turn.Some people gasped quietly, others whispered to one another. Within seconds, smartphones were lifted into the air. Camera flashes blinked like fireflies.“Isn’t that Marvin Richmond?” someone whispered with excitement.“The CEO of Helios enterprise!”People started taking photos and recording short videos. A few stood up and came toward him politely, smiling and asking for autographs.Marvin smiled kindly, even as he kept moving. He paused for a moment, signing one or two with a graceful nod. But as more people began to gather, he raised a gentle hand and spoke with calm respect.“I appreciate the love, everyone,” he said warmly. “But I’m with someone special tonight. Maybe next time, alright?”There were no hard feelings. The patrons of La Vie En Rose were people of class and manners. They nodded with understanding and returned to their tables, still excited just to have seen him in person.Marvin returned to Helena’s s
WHISPERS BENEATH THE STARS
Marvin stood still for a second, his hand was frozen in the air.But then, he shook his head slightly and let out a soft sigh.No matter what, he wasn’t going to let anything ruin tonight.He straightened his suit jacket and walked calmly to the passenger side of the car.Without a word, he opened the door and slipped into the back seat beside Helena.The car’s interior was quiet, and the atmosphere felt heavy.Helena sat beside him, her face was expressionless, her eyes distant.She looked out the window, as if she wasn’t even aware that he was sitting next to her.Marvin watched her silently for a moment, feeling a gnawing worry rise in his chest."Where did all this coldness come from?" he thought.This wasn’t the Helena he knew.Slowly, Marvin reached out and cupped her chin gently, turning her face toward him.His thumb brushed her soft skin with care."Baby," he said softly, his voice was low and soothing."What’s up? What happened? You don't seem so good... you don't sound so g
