The Oracle Ruler

Activation Of The System

Bradley Wright Lane, the only son of Jacob Lane, the richest man alive and the ruler of the vast Lane Empire, slowly opened his eyes the next morning.

He was still sitting in his private jacuzzi, warm steam rising around him as sunlight streamed through the glass ceiling of his penthouse bathroom.

A dull headache throbbed in his head.

He rubbed his temples and muttered,

“I almost forgot… I have a contract to sign today.”

Bradley rose from the jacuzzi and dried himself before stepping into the massive bathroom suite. After taking a quick shower and finishing his morning routine, he walked into his dressing room.

The room itself was larger than most people's apartments.

Hundreds of outfits hung neatly across polished walls, limited editions, custom designs, and luxury brands from all over the world.

Bradley scanned them lazily before selecting a limited-edition black suit from Louis Vuitton. The suit fit him perfectly, almost like it had been tailored by the gods themselves.

On his feet, he wore black mirror-finished shoes crafted by Hermès.

Finally, he fastened his watch.

The legendary Patek Philippe Grandmaster Chime, a masterpiece worth over 31 million USD.

Standing before the mirror, Bradley adjusted his collar.

Then he paused.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

His reflection looked… different.

His body seemed more sculpted, his shoulders broader, and his muscles more defined. Even his face appeared sharper, more handsome like a refined version of himself.

Bradley blinked. Then he chuckled.

“Well… it doesn’t hurt to be more handsome.”

With that, he stepped out of the room.

Outside the mansion, his driver was already waiting beside a stunning Rolls‑Royce Boat Tail, one of the rarest cars on Earth.

The driver quickly opened the door.

“Good morning, sir.”

Bradley gave a small nod and entered the car.

“Head to Paradise Entertainment Plaza.”

“Yes, sir.”

The Rolls-Royce glided silently onto the road like a phantom.

Bradley leaned back into the luxurious leather seat and closed his eyes.

His mind drifted back to the dream he had the previous night.

The golden beam…

The strange voice…

The memories that felt both alien and familiar. It was too vivid to be a dream.

Too real to be imagination.

But before he could think further, the car suddenly stopped.

Bradley opened his eyes.

Something felt wrong.

The surroundings outside the window were not the bustling streets near Paradise Entertainment Plaza.

Instead…

They were in a deserted industrial area.

Rusty warehouses.

Broken streetlights.

And surrounding the car…

Dozens of men.

Rough-looking thugs holding metal pipes, baseball bats, and machetes.

Bradley slowly turned his head toward the driver's seat.

It was empty.

For a moment, he simply smiled.

“So… Mr. Brooks chose to become a pawn of my brother.”

Bradley calmly stepped out of the car.

The gang slowly closed in around him like wolves surrounding prey.

Bradley raised his hands slightly and smiled politely.

“Hello, gentlemen. I'm sure we can sit down like reasonable adults and settle whatever misunderstanding we have.”

His calm voice echoed through the empty street.

“I promise you… after our conversation, none of you will ever need to live this kind of life again. You'll never be short of money.”

Many of the thugs hesitated.

But then, a massive figure stepped forward from the crowd.

He was nearly seven feet tall, built like a war machine. A massive tiger tattoo covered his shoulder and stretched across his back.

Unlike the others, whose tattoos were smaller, his was clearly the symbol of authority.

The boss.

He stared down at Bradley.

“How old are you, boy?”

Bradley answered calmly.

“Just turned eighteen, sir.”

The giant man chuckled.

“Well, damn.”

“I never thought there would be another successful kid in LA besides Bradley Lane.”

He sighed.

“If you were him… I would have spared you.”

“But unfortunately… you’re not.”

The gang laughed.

In the underground world, everyone knew one thing:

The Lane Family was untouchable.

No sane person would dare harm even a servant of theirs. Unfortunately, Bradley preferred to stay out of the public eye.

Very few people actually knew what he looked like.

Bradley sighed.

“Actually… I am Bradley Lane.”

“My father is Jacob Lane, the owner of the Lane Empire.” The tried to tell the truth

The laughter grew louder.

The boss’s face darkened.

“How dare you use the name of the heir of the Lane Empire?”

He turned to his men.

“Break every bone in his body.”

“But don’t kill him.”

Then Bradley looked toward the driver standing behind the gang.

“Brooks… tell them who I am.”

Brooks slowly stepped forward.

Then he laughed.

“Boss, he's lying.”

“I’ve served him since he was a child.”

“His real name is Mark Burnham.”

Bradley’s heart sank.

He stared at Brooks in disbelief.

Betrayal.

“Break him,” the boss ordered coldly.

The thugs rushed forward.

Metal pipes swung toward Bradley’s skull.

Bradley slowly closed his eyes.

I wish…

I wish I was like the cultivators in the Immortal Realm…

With a Martial Spirit.

Then,

A mechanical voice echoed inside his mind.

[Ding]

[Host has reached the required mental state to begin the journey toward the peak.]

[Relax, Bradley.]

[Allow Justin’s memories to take control.]

Bradley didn't even have time to react.

The metal pipe was already descending toward his head.

But his body moved on its own.

His eyes snapped open.

They were now filled with an ancient killing intent.

“Mountain Breaking Fist!!!”

BOOM!!!

The thug holding the metal pipe didn't even scream.

Bradley’s punch struck his chest.

His ribs collapsed. His organs shattered.

The man flew backward like a broken doll before crashing into a wall.

Silence fell.

Tiger and his gang stared in horror.

“What the hell…?”

Bradley looked down at his fist.

Then he slowly grinned.

“So it was real…”

He cracked his neck.

“Hahaha… I can't wait to wipe your asses.”

He beckoned them with his finger.

“Come on.”

“Tryant Beast Fighting Technique!”

Bradley exploded into motion.

BANG!

A thug's jaw shattered.

BOOM!

Another flew through the air.

CRACK!

A leg snapped like dry wood.

Every movement Bradley made carried overwhelming power.

Every step was like a charging beast.

The gang members who had come confidently now screamed in terror.

Within five minutes, more than two-thirds of them were lying unconscious on the ground.

Tiger fell to his knees.

“Hero! Please spare us!”

“We will pledge loyalty to you!”

“We will become your subordinates!”

Bradley thought for a moment.

Then he smiled coldly.

“Alright.”

“I’ll spare you.”

He pointed toward Brooks.

“Cripple that man.”

Brooks collapsed in fear.

Tiger immediately walked over.

CRACK!

He twisted Brooks’ neck.

The man dropped lifelessly.

Bradley blinked.

“Hey… I told you to cripple him, not kill him.”

Tiger looked confused.

“That is what I did, boss.”

“I crippled his neck.”

Bradley stared at him for a moment.

Then he shook his head helplessly.

“...You’re insane.”

He turned and began walking toward the Rolls-Royce.

“Get up.”

“Follow me.”

“I have a place for you.”

Tiger and the surviving gang members quickly stood up and followed him like obedient wolves behind a new king.

And none of them realized…

They had just witnessed the birth of a monster who would soon rule the world.