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The Outcast: Michael Grey's Rise to the Top
By: Tony HallowsOngoing
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In a city ruled by power, bloodlines, and technology, Michael Grey is the forgotten heir—exiled, humiliated, and left to rot. Forced into a life of crime to care for his dying sister, Michael's world shatters when he's betrayed and shot by his own cousin. But death has other plans. Revived by a mysterious device, Michael awakens with the Wargod System—an evolving power that promises revenge, dominance, and a path to the top. As his abilities grow, so do his enemies. From elite heirs enhanced by forbidden science, to deadly secret societies and monstrous experiments, Michael must outthink, outfight, and outlast them all. But with every victory, a darker truth emerges—and the line between man and monster begins to blur. He was cast out. Now he’s coming for the throne.
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Chapter One: Michael Grey
The rays of the evening sun spilled through a thick layer of clouds hanging over Whitewood City, one of the largest cities on the Eastern Coast. Among the crowds, a young man with unremarkable dark hair walked quietly down the street. Around him, skyscrapers loomed, and holographic ads flickered in the air above bustling sidewalks.
He wore a sleek black jumpsuit that hugged his athletic frame and a pair of black sneakers with soft soles that silenced every step. His dark hair was an anomaly, a detail that made sense only when you knew the truth about him. His name was Michael Grey, grandson of Walter Grey, the powerful patriarch of one of the most influential corporations in the world. But his father had been cast out of the family decades ago for reasons never made public. The Grey family was known for its distinctive blond hair color, a trait Michael didn’t share—something that helped him blend in without drawing attention. As he wove through the moving crowds, Michael glanced up at the glowing digital billboards and augmented reality projections that lit up the skyline. Some advertised cutting-edge gadgets or luxury fashion. Others were more ominous, flashing public safety alerts and corporate surveillance notices. He didn’t stop to watch. He had a mission, and nothing was going to get in his way. He reached a towering building stamped with the emblem of a well-known corporation and walked through its doors without hesitation. Inside, the air buzzed with the energy of machinery and murmuring employees. Michael moved quickly, navigating a maze of cubicles and glass-walled meeting rooms, his eyes scanning every screen and shadow. Then he saw his target—a middle-aged man in a business suit, briefcase in hand, heading toward the elevators. Michael acted without pause. He moved fast, his body fluid and precise, and in one clean motion, he snatched the briefcase and disappeared into the throng before anyone could react. Back on the street, he ducked into a quiet alley and opened the case. Inside, data chips glinted in neat rows. He allowed himself a small smile. It was exactly what his employer had sent him to retrieve. The sounds of building panic echoed from the street behind him. He could picture the man raising the alarm, security scrambling. With the kind of tech available these days, it wouldn’t take long for them to track his general location. But they’d be too late. This wasn’t Michael’s first job. Moving like someone who’d done this a hundred times before, he slipped between buildings and disappeared into side streets, gradually putting distance between himself and the noise behind him. The glittering corporate towers faded into everyday city blocks—convenience stores, apartment complexes, and restaurants far less glamorous than what he’d just left behind. He slowed down to a casual pace. Running here would only draw attention. In this part of the city, he was just another face. Eventually, he reached a hidden alley nestled in shadows where the setting sun barely touched the ground. It was empty except for a few scattered trash cans and the quiet hum of the city beyond. A soft purring sound caught his attention. A sleek black cat jumped up onto a trashcan, rubbing against his leg with a low meow. Michael crouched and scratched behind its ears, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Hey there, little black cat,” he said quietly. “How’s your day been?” “You know, you really shouldn’t pet stray animals.” In a flash, Michael stood up and stepped back, one hand clutching the briefcase, the other reaching behind him instinctively. A man stood a few paces ahead. He was dressed in dark clothing too, though his three-piece suit had an unsettling quality, as if it drank in the surrounding light. He held a smoking pipe and wore a calm expression that gave away nothing. Michael’s posture eased slightly when he recognized the man. His features settled into a neutral expression as he stepped forward and held out the briefcase. “You should stop taking these jobs,” the older man said, his voice steady. Michael shrugged. “Easy for you to say. You’re the one wearing the thousand-dollar tech suit.” The man raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. With a quiet sigh, he scanned Michael’s wrist with his own. Both wore Biz-Watches, devices that had replaced wallets and credit cards decades ago. Most transactions across the world now run through these slim bands. The company that had created them had even managed to unify the global economy under a single currency: the dollar. Michael glanced at the screen on his watch. Ten thousand dollars glowed in bright red. He didn’t react. The man noticed. “We’re done here,” Michael said flatly, turning to leave. “Michael.” He paused, tilting his head slightly. The man took a slow drag of his pipe, then exhaled a thin stream of smoke. “This world’s more dangerous than ever,” he said. “You never know who to trust anymore. Just… be careful.” Michael said nothing. A small shrug was his only reply as he turned and vanished into the street beyond. Left alone in the alley, the older man looked over at the black cat still perched on the trashcan, watching him with unblinking blue eyes. “I don’t suppose I could count on you to keep an eye on him?” “Meow?” He chuckled softly, reaching out to stroke its fur. “That’s what I thought. Take care, little fella.”Expand
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The Outcast: Michael Grey's Rise to the Top Chapter One Hundred and Three — What Was Taken
Michael reached the street at full speed and then stopped so abruptly that the asphalt cracked beneath his boots.The mansion was still standing, but only in the most technical sense of the word. Smoke drifted from shattered windows and scorched balconies, rolling upward in thick, uneven plumes that carried the sharp smell of ozone and burned insulation. The front gate had been torn apart, the reinforced alloy warped and melted inward as though it had been forced open by something that did not recognize resistance as a concept. The security perimeter that should have been alive with motion, drones, and targeting lights was completely dead.For a fraction of a second, Michael stood there and took it in, his mind struggling to reconcile the image in front of him with the place he had personally overseen, reinforced, and secured.He crossed the grounds in a blur, boots crunching over shattered stone and scorched grass. The first guard he found was s
Last Updated : 2025-12-22The Outcast: Michael Grey's Rise to the Top Chapter One Hundred and Two — Storm at the Gate
The first sign that something was wrong was the silence.Captain Harrow had been on rotation long enough to recognize the rhythm of the mansion’s security systems. There was always a background hum to it, a layered presence of sensors, drones, perimeter scanners, and automated turrets talking to each other in tight, constant loops. Even when nothing happened, the estate felt alive. That hum vanished in a single instant, as if someone had reached out and switched the world off.Harrow barely had time to frown before the night exploded into white.A blinding flash tore across the front lawn, sharp enough to burn through his vision even through polarized lenses. The air cracked with thunder that felt too close, too intimate, and every display on his wrist, his visor, and the command tablet at his side went dead at once. He staggered, ears ringing, heart hammering, as the power grid feeding the outer defenses collapsed in a cascading failure.
Last Updated : 2025-12-22The Outcast: Michael Grey's Rise to the Top Chapter One Hundred and One — The Future
Earlier that evening:The Gaines estate sat on a high ridge overlooking the Western industrial stretch of Whitewood City, far enough removed from the noise and grime that it could pretend the lower sectors did not exist. The interior reflected the same philosophy: clean lines, polished stone, restrained luxury meant to signal status without excess. Ian Gaines stood near the wide window at the far end of the study, his back to the room, pale arcs of electricity rolling lazily across his fingers as he stared out at the distant lights of the city.Orell Gaines watched his son from behind the desk, hands folded together, his expression a mixture of pride and tension. “You should not look at this as a burden,” Orell said, breaking the silence. “The Ordo Supremus does not extend this kind of trust lightly.”Ian let out a quiet, humorless breath. “That’s exactly the problem.”Orell frowned. “What do you mean?”Ian turned slightly, enough fo
Last Updated : 2025-12-22The Outcast: Michael Grey's Rise to the Top Chapter One Hundred — Fear
Michael did not return to his mansion after the fight at the docks. He went straight to one of the secure L.A. relay points built into the lower levels of the Southern Sector, a place that existed for situations where distance and delay could not be afforded. His clothes were still torn and dusted with frost residue, his body aching in the dull, familiar way that came after pushing himself too hard, but he ignored all of it as the encrypted channel opened and Commander Cane’s face appeared on the screen.Cane took one look at him and frowned. “Michael, what on earth happened to you?”“I ran into someone down at the docks,” Michael replied. “I had no idea who he was, but he seemed to know me and he was very insistent on trying to take my head off.”“Was it someone from the Ordo Supremus?” Cane asked with a dark tone. “They've been strangely silent since Rose's death after all.”Michael shook his head lightly in the negative. “Not this time. The pow
Last Updated : 2025-12-22The Outcast: Michael Grey's Rise to the Top Chapter Ninety Nine — The Herald
Michael did not rush the counterattack the moment he realized he could finally see what Igor was doing. He let the Yin Eye remain active on its own, the rest of his System abilities humming quietly in the background, and used a few seconds to confirm what his instincts were already telling him. The distortions were not random bursts of power thrown without a pattern. They were precise, layered, and timed, each Ruinwave forming along the same structural seams in space. Igor could bend those seams, but he could not invent new ones. That limitation mattered.He exhaled slowly and shifted his stance, grounding himself before activating Burst again, not at full output, but at a controlled level that enhanced his speed and striking power without overwhelming his balance. The moment Igor attacked, Michael moved, not reacting to the wave itself but to the tension that preceded it. His body slipped forward and to the side, skirting the edge of the distortion as it tore thr
Last Updated : 2025-12-21The Outcast: Michael Grey's Rise to the Top Chapter Ninety Eight — Surprise
The air twisted again, pressure building from all sides, and Michael braced himself as the warehouse seemed to fold inward around them. He dug deep into Burst, pushing his body harder than he ever had before, and leaned into the oncoming force rather than away from it. His boots scraped across the floor, ice cracking beneath them, as he forced himself forward one step at a time.Another wave tore through the space between them, the invisible distortion bending the warehouse floor upward and slamming down with crushing force, but Michael slid out of its path at the last second, his shoulder brushing the concrete pillar instead of shattering against it. He landed hard, boots scraping, breath ragged, but he stayed upright. Igor clicked his tongue in mild annoyance and straightened, rolling his shoulders as if preparing to put real effort into the fight.“You really have the tenacity of a cockroach , don't you?” Igor said, his voice carrying clearly through the wa
Last Updated : 2025-12-21
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