The Billionaire’s Revenge System

The rain pounded London mercilessly. Gray clouds spilled their wrath onto the streets, drenching the city in bone-chilling cold. Streetlights reflected on slick asphalt, casting shadows that slithered like ghosts. Sirens wailed in the distance, mixing with drunken shouts from a Soho bar.

In a narrow alley reeking of garbage and blood, a young man ran with all he had. Every step felt like a battle for his life.

Raymond Xavier, twenty, an orphan, had come to London seeking a better life. He believed the city, harsh as it was, held opportunities for those brave enough to dream. Tonight, that dream teetered on the edge of extinction.

Heavy footsteps thundered behind him. Dozens of muscular men with vicious faces pursued him relentlessly. These were no ordinary street thugs—they were Docklands mafia enforcers. Raymond had made a fatal mistake: he had witnessed them kill a man. He shouldn’t have seen that.

“Catch him! Don’t let him escape!” a booming voice shouted.

Victor. Slicked-back hair, eyes cold as steel. Known as The Butcher, London’s most feared mafia enforcer. One slip, and Raymond knew, and his life would be over.

“I… have to survive…” Raymond gasped. His chest burned, heart pounding like the relentless rain.

Fifteen grown men versus a skinny kid. Fifty-five kilograms against sheer muscle. Impossible odds. But he had no choice—he had to run.

A glass bottle shattered nearby. Shards sprayed like bullets. Raymond stumbled over a rusted trash can and fell. Wet asphalt hit his face. Blood, rain, and trash mingled in a nauseating swirl. He forced himself up. He had to.

Victor’s boots echoed as he approached. He tapped the iron hammer in his hand, testing its weight. A thin, satisfied smile crossed his cold face.

“Look at you now, kid,” Victor said. “London never shows mercy to rats who peek where they shouldn’t.”

Raymond shivered. “Please… let me go. I won’t say a thing, I swear.” His voice cracked, barely audible over rain and shouting.

The thugs laughed. Victor shook his head, like a teacher scolding a foolish student. “You think we trust the words of a street rat?”

Raymond closed his eyes. Maybe this is it… the end. Weak, almost too weak to rise. Only a miracle could save him now.

Six men attacked at once, swinging wooden planks, iron rods, and boots. Blood streamed from his temple. His screams were drowned in their devilish laughter.

Bugh! A heavy blow struck his head. Darkness swallowed him. His body collapsed in the mud. Rain mixed with blood ran across his face.

Victor stood over him, expressionless. “Throw him in the Thames. Make sure he never comes back.”

Then, something impossible happened.

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Ding! Host body detected.

Integration process initiated.

5%… 25%… 50%… 75%… 100%.

Integration successful.

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Raymond was sucked into darkness. His body shattered and reformed simultaneously. For a moment, he felt nothing—then awoke in a vast white space. Silence. No sound, no smell, only stillness.

Before him: modern weapons—pistols, daggers, assault rifles, bows, grenades. Gold bars stacked high, suitcases stuffed with dollars, a black card with a golden emblem.

Three thick books lay neatly on a marble table. Hands trembling, Raymond picked the first.

Skill Book: Master-Level Weapons.

He flipped the pages. Every word etched itself into his mind. The book turned into light, absorbed into his body. Muscles stretched. Reflexes sharpened. His heartbeat synced with newfound strength.

“What… just happened?” he whispered.

The second book. Skill Book: God-Level Stocks & Business. Knowledge poured in—stock markets, business strategies, financial secrets. Anxiety gave way to certainty.

The third book. Master-Level Martial Arts. Physical change surged through him. Reflexes honed. Strength multiplied. Mind sharper than ever. Fear transformed into burning confidence.

Ding! All skills integrated successfully.

Raymond slapped his cheek. “This… is real.”

Pain, gone. Energy surged through his veins. He was ready.

A virtual panel appeared:

STATUS

Name: Raymond Xavier

Age: 20

Strength: 20/100

Intelligence: 20/100

Skills: Master-Level Weapons, God-Level Stocks & Business, Master-Level Martial Arts

Wealth: Unlimited Money

“Unlimited… money?” Raymond blinked.

Ding! Correct, Host. Your assets in dollars are now infinite. Spend as much as you want—it will always return to unlimited.

Raymond froze. London was ruthless—but now, he could rewrite the rules. Power, revenge, empire—all within reach. Fear turned into determination.

Ding! Daily login reward available. Claim now?

Raymond swallowed. “Yes… log in.”

Ding! Congratulations! You have obtained 100% of International London Bank shares. Ownership documents added to inventory.

He smiled. The impossible future was now his.

Raymond laughed softly. “So… this is my new life.”

Opening his eyes, he was back on the Thames bank. Clothes soaked, bloodied. Pain replaced with raw strength. He rose, gazing at his reflection in rippling water. A faint, determined smile formed.

“Old Raymond Xavier is dead. From now on, this city will kneel.”

Footsteps echoed. Victor and his men returned, expecting a corpse. They had no idea—the game had changed. Raymond clenched his fists, eyes burning with resolve.

London’s underground had just met an opponent they never saw coming.