The Almighty Garbage Collector: Reclaiming My Throne

The Master of the Game

The silver tracking device in Babajide’s hand beeped like a ticking bomb. A bright red laser dot appeared right on Ms. Alabi’s chest, moving slightly as his hand shook. The young master was cornered, his eyes wide like a wild animal trying to escape a trap.

"Stay back, all of you!" Babajide shouted, his voice cracking under the pressure. "Ms. Alabi, you think your global consortium rules Lagos City? You think this trash collector can just take my family's empire? My system has an automated self-defense weapon! If anyone takes another step, this device will send a deadly signal straight to the main power grid of Apex Hospital. Your sister’s room will burn to ashes in five seconds, Tunde!"

I took a sharp breath, my body freezing. The relief I felt just moments ago turned into an immediate, sharp panic. Ife was still in that hospital bed, completely defenseless.

Ms. Alabi did not move her body away from the laser dot. Her face remained completely calm, as if she were looking at a child throwing a minor tantrum. She did not show a single drop of fear. Instead, a cold, sharp smile appeared on her lips, revealing her true nature. She was not just a regular corporate executive; she was a master of high-stakes manipulation who had crushed entire global factions before breakfast.

"Young Master Babajide, you really are as stupid as your father," Ms. Alabi said, her voice smooth and completely steady. "Do you truly think a woman of my position walks into a battlefield without controlling every piece on the board? You think you are using a secret system to control the city, but you do not even know who built the very grid you are trying to threaten.

Babajide blinked, his thumb hovering over the button. "What do you mean by that? Stop trying to trick me! I will press it!"

"Press it then," Ms. Alabi said, taking a deliberate step forward, closing the distance between herself and the red laser. "Let us see if your little toy can bypass the absolute digital blockade I placed on Apex Hospital twenty minutes ago. I bought the entire hospital group while my helicopter was flying over the mainland. Every wire, every machine, and every guard in that building now answers to me. Your system's signal is already dead, Babajide. It is just an empty box."

To prove her words, my cracked phone vibrated again in my pocket. I pulled it out quickly, my fingers brushing against the screen. A real-time video feed popped up on my display, sent directly by a secure corporate number.

The live video showed the private medical suite at Apex Hospital. Four elite soldiers in black uniforms were standing guard outside Ife's room, their faces serious. Inside the room, a professional team of top global doctors was already replacing the old, cheap machinery with advanced medical equipment. Ife was completely safe, surrounded by impenetrable protection.

A massive wave of emotion washed over me. The heavy knot of fear that had been tying my stomach up for three years finally vanished. My sister was out of danger. The villains no longer held any chains over my life.

[System Alert: Blockade confirmed. Target Babajide’s Fake Villain System has lost all external connections.]

[Initiating Devour Mission: Host can now completely delete the enemy system.]

Babajide looked down at his silver device. The blinking red light suddenly turned into a dull, lifeless grey. The tiny screen on his device flashed an error message: Network Connection Terminated by Alabi Global.

"No, no, no! This is impossible!" Babajide screamed, dropping the silver box onto the marble floor. He fell back against the sports car, his legs losing all their strength. "My system promised me absolute power! It said the Vance bloodline was meant to be crushed! Why is it failing me now?"

Ronke looked at Babajide, then looked at the cold, majestic figure of Ms. Alabi. She realized that the billionaire husband she had tried so hard to steal was actually just a small insect compared to the forces backing me. She began to weep, her body shaking as she looked at her dirty red dress. She had thrown away a literal god for a fake master.

"Commander Okoro," Ms. Alabi said, turning her head slightly toward the mob boss who was still kneeling on the floor.

"Yes, Ma!" Okoro replied, slamming his forehead against the ground again.

"Your men will secure the perimeter," Ms. Alabi ordered, her voice cutting through the quiet room like a sharp knife. "The Babajide Group has three minutes of economic life remaining. I am launching a total financial execution against his father's accounts. By the time we leave this room, the name Babajide will mean absolutely nothing in this country."

"Please! Spare me!" Babajide begged, crawling toward Ms. Alabi’s shoes. "My father has millions in offshore banks! We can give you everything! Just let me leave the city alive!"

Ms. Alabi did not even look down at him. She simply turned to me, her expression changing from cold indifference to absolute respect. "Young Master Tunde, the stage is yours. How do you wish to handle this garbage?"

I walked past her, my bare feet steady against the floor. I stopped right in front of the trembling Babajide. The Dragon Bloodline inside me was fully awake now, and the Scavenger System gave a final, deep chime inside my brain.

[Devour Mode Active. Touch the target's forehead to terminate his destiny.]

I raised my hand, my fingers moving toward Babajide’s face. He tried to scream, but the air in his throat caught completely. Before my fingers could touch his skin, a loud, terrifying explosion blasted through the rear brick wall of the showroom, filling the entire room with thick white smoke.

Through the dust, a dark figure with glowing green eyes stepped into the light, holding a strange, long metallic staff.