The Infinite Fortune System

Chapter 2

Without hesitation, Eric lowered his body in front of his younger sister. Eric then pressed his forehead to the ground, his shoulders shaking slightly as he murmured to his younger sister.

"Please don't do this, I won't be able to forgive myself if I ruin your future."

Elise let out a sob, her chest tightening painfully. She bent down, wrapping her arms around her older brother, her body trembling as tears spilled freely from her eyes. Her voice cracked when she tried to respond.

"My dream in this world is simple. I just want my brother to live a healthy and happy life. Please, help me make that happen..."

The cruel reality of being poor was that they never had the luxury of making choices that brought them joy. Eric and Elise fell into a suffocating silence, their hearts heavy with helplessness, trapped in a fate that had never been kind to people like them.

Before they could regain control over their emotions, a loud banging on the front door shattered the fragile moment.

"Hey, bitch! Your time is up, leave your loser brother and get in the car," snapped a bald, pot-bellied man standing between two bodyguards, it was Jim.

Elise gasped in shock, her breath hitching as she turned toward the door. Her body stiffened, but after a brief hesitation, she nodded in silent resignation.

Eric, on the other hand, slowly turned his head toward the man. His dark eyes sharpened into a piercing glare, burning with an icy rage that sent a chill through the air.

"Get the hell out of here! Elise is not going anywhere with you!" Eric roared, springing to his feet as he jabbed a finger at Jim, his body trembling in fury.

Jim sneered, his expression oozing with disdain. "And who the hell needs your permission, you pathetic piece of trash?"

Eric's eyes burned red with fury. His breaths came out in short, ragged bursts as he clenched his fists so tightly his nails dug into his palms. "I swear, if you don’t leave right now, I’ll report you to the police, you filthy bastard! Get out of here and don’t even think about coming back!"

With swift determination, he yanked his phone from his pocket, his thumb hovering over the dial pad, ready to make the call.

Jim threw his head back and let out a booming laugh. "You? Threatening me? Ha ha ha! What a joke!" His smirk widened into something far more sinister. "Fine then, keep your eyes wide open and watch carefully. I want you to see with your own damn eyes just how powerless you are against me!"

At Jim’s signal, his two bodyguards stepped forward, gripping their baseball bats tightly. The malicious gleam in their eyes made it clear—this was no impromptu act of violence. Jim had planned this from the very beginning.

"Uncle Jim! No! You promised—you swore you wouldn’t hurt my brother!" Elise shrieked, stepping forward in desperation. Without a second thought, she positioned herself in front of Eric, using her own body as a shield.

Jim snickered before spitting on the ground. "Oh? Did I say that? Whoops. I tend to forget my promises sometimes. Ha ha ha!"

"Don’t you dare lay a finger on my brother!" Elise screamed as the bodyguards closed in.

But before she could do anything, one of the men grabbed her by the arm and flung her aside. She hit the floor with a painful thud.

"Elise!" Eric shouted and was about to help his sister but Jim's two bodyguards immediately pulled his body back.

"Your business is with us, pal!" one of them growled before swinging his bat.

The brutal impact landed directly on Eric’s forehead. A white-hot agony seared through his skull, his vision blurring as his legs wobbled. Warm blood gushed from the wound, streaming down his face. He barely had time to react before the men rained down blow after blow, their bats striking his body mercilessly. His ribs, his stomach, his arms—no part of him was spared. Each hit sent waves of excruciating pain rippling through him until, finally, his body collapsed onto the floor, unmoving.

One of the bodyguards grabbed Elise roughly and dragged her toward the car parked in the yard.

Meanwhile, Jim strolled leisurely toward Eric, his polished leather shoes clicking against the floor. He crouched down beside the battered young man, a sick grin twisting his face as he leaned in close to whisper in Eric’s ear.

"You worthless little shit... You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment. Ha ha! And just so you know, tonight, I’ll be the first man to take your sister’s virginity. If you’d like, I can even record the whole thing for you and send you a copy."

Even in his near-unconscious state, Eric’s blood boiled with pure, undiluted rage. Gathering every last ounce of strength he had left, he forced his mouth open and spat—a mixture of saliva and blood landing directly in Jim’s mouth.

Jim reeled back, his face contorting with disgust and fury. "You little bastard!"

Without hesitation, he drove his fist into Eric’s temple. Again. And again. His knuckles split from the sheer force of his punches, but he didn’t stop, not until he saw Eric’s already lifeless body twitching weakly beneath him.

"You pathetic worm! Think you can spit on me?! Ha! Here, let me show you how it feels to be humiliated!"

Jim spat onto Eric’s bruised face before straightening up, his fury morphing into twisted satisfaction. He let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head in amusement.

"You pitiful nephew of mine... Don’t you dare die just yet. I want you to stay alive long enough to witness how much fun I’ll have with your sister tonight. Ha ha!"

With that, Jim turned on his step and strode toward the car, leaving Eric lying in a pool of his own blood.

"Cuh...!" With what little strength remained, Eric spat weakly onto the ground, his voice hoarse yet filled with unwavering determination. "I’ll get Elise back... before you even lay a finger on her!" His words barely reached Jim’s ears, but the man still heard them. He scoffed before throwing one final glance at Eric.

"Pathetic."

As Jim walked away, Eric’s body trembled. But it wasn’t just from pain.

A strange buzzing sound rang in his ears, growing louder with each passing second. His breath hitched, his pulse quickened. Something was wrong.

Eric weakly lifted a trembling hand to his temple, his fingers twitching as he gently pressed against the swelling wound.

"What... What is that sound...?" he muttered in confusion, his voice barely above a whisper.

His vision swam. The world around him blurred.

"Is this... what dying feels like...?"