2025-08-11 00:50:35The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the penthouse lounge of Lee Global Ventures. Gold-accented marble floors reflected the amber light of the chandeliers, and the wide glass windows framed the Manhattan skyline like a painting.
Jason Carter stepped out slowly, adjusting the sleeves of his secondhand designer suit which he had stolen around the streets. It didn’t quite fit… too snug at the shoulders, a little frayed at the cuffs, but he held himself like a man wearing armor. Don’t hesitate Own the space. They feed on weakness. He murmured these words to himself whilst he moved towards the door. Voices hushed the moment he stepped in. Half a dozen men in tailored suits and two women in smart blazers turned to look. They weren’t just investors, they were sharks. Venture capitalists, hedge fund managers, real estate magnates. All sipping aged scotch and talking tech with that smug, empty laughter of people who believed they couldn’t be touched. A man with a silver beard leaned toward his neighbor and muttered loud enough to hear: “Did someone invite the janitor to pitch?” This both gave Jason a disgusting look. The suit he stole was absolute trash. A round of quiet snickering followed. Jason walked past them and calmly set down his old leather folder on the sleek, black conference table. They all stared at him very confused with the confidence with which he made a place for himself but yet no one was yet to ask him a question. “You’ll want to hear this before you lose everything.” The laughter died down. Someone coughed. A woman in a blue pantsuit glanced at him with wary curiosity. A younger man in tortoiseshell glasses leaned forward, scanning Jason’s face like trying to place him. “Wait… aren’t you—” “—Jason Carter,” Jason cut in, voice smooth. “Yeah. That one. The monster who was on trial, the reject, the cautionary tale.” He smiled faintly. “Now let’s talk about the man who’s been stealing from all of you.” The doors opened again. This time, all heads turned with practiced respect. Brandon Lee, heir to the Lee fortune, strode in wearing a cobalt blue suit that cost more than Jason’s old car. His smile widened when he saw the room full. Then he saw Jason. His steps faltered for just a second. Not enough for most to notice, but Jason saw it. The twitch in the cheek. The narrowing of the eyes. “You’ve got some nerve,” Brandon said quietly, walking to the table. “Security must’ve slipped.” “Sit, Brandon.” Jason’s tone turned cold. “Let’s talk about wire transfers. And your fake crypto-backed derivatives.” A few investors exchanged glances. Interest piqued. Brandon forced a tight laugh. “Oh, you’ve been doing some reading? Cute. Everyone gets into conspiracy theories when they hit rock bottom.” Jason opened his folder. “I’ve got no theories. Just math. Numbers don’t lie.” He pulled out a thin stack of printed documents and slid them across the table. The tortoiseshell investor picked up the first page. “Hold up. This is a transaction log from… Sable Holdings?” “One of Brandon’s shell companies,” Jason said evenly. “Used to launder investment funds through offshore wallets disguised as token startups. Zero products, zero tech, all hype. Just buzzwords and exit scams.” “That’s— That’s not even possible,” Brandon cut in. “I don’t have anything to do with Sable—” Jason slapped another document on top. “Incorporation papers. Signed under an alias tied to your college dorm registration. And here—” he flipped to another page, “emails from your executive assistant forwarding reports to a burner address linked to the Sable account.” Brandon started heating up. Sweat over his body even while in an air conditioned room.“How did you get these?” “Maybe next time don’t date someone who hates you more than I do.” A slow, cold hush descended over the room. One of the older men, Mr. Tsu, narrowed his eyes. “This isn’t your first attempt to spin something, Brandon. But this… this is serious.” Brandon stepped back, shaking his head. “You people are really going to listen to him? This fucking asshole?! He’s a disgraced goddamn fraud! He was convicted—” “Falsely convicted,” Jason said, locking eyes with him. “Because you and your family paid a judge to bury the exonerating data. I didn’t come here for sympathy. I came here for your empire.” The woman in the pantsuit rose to her feet, examining the documents. “This… matches what our team flagged last quarter. But we thought it was noise.” She shook her head and gave Brandon a shocking stare. “It’s not noise,” Jason smirked “It’s a landslide. And you’re all standing under it.” Brandon’s mask started to crack. “Alright,” he said through clenched teeth. “Let’s say some paperwork’s off. I can fix that. We don’t need to blow this out of proportion.” A man at the back hurled his glass at the wall. It shattered. “You told me this fund was clean, Brandon! I poured four million into that token launch. You told us it was SEC-vetted!” “You’re done,” another said. “You’re finished.” Brandon turned to Jason, face flushed, voice trembling with fury. “You think this is a win? I own this building. I own this room. You’re nothing. You’re a washed-up ghost walking on borrowed time.” Jason didn’t flinch. Instead, he turned toward the far corner of the lounge. Two men in catering uniforms nodded and removed their hats. Hidden beneath were tiny lapel mics and camera rigs. One gave a quick signal. The livestream light turned green. “Not anymore,” Jason said softly. A dozen hidden lenses blinked to life. Across the internet—Reddit, YouTube, Discord, underground news wires—a feed titled “The Carter Files: Lee Family Truth” lit up with views. System Alert: Trial 2 Complete. Upload verified. Loading Trial 3: Infiltration of Influence… Jason staggered slightly, unseen by the others. His jaw tightened as a subtle heat crawled up his spine. In the reflection of the windowpane, something shimmered beneath his skin—golden circuit-like veins, glowing faintly around his neck and jawline, fading as fast as they appeared. Not now. Stay in control. “What… what is this?” Brandon barked, turning toward the cameras. “Turn those off!” The system voice echoed again—cold, metallic, mechanical. System Note: Influence access unlocked. Leverage identified: Financial reputation. Media control. Family legacy. Strategic insertion advised. Jason looked out at the skyline, then back at the furious room. “This was never about revenge,” he said quietly. “It’s about the truth. And now… the world’s finally watching.”
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The Price of Protection
Morning bled gray through the broken windows of the safehouse. The storm had passed, leaving a hush so complete that even the hum of the city seemed afraid to intrude.Jason sat at the edge of the couch, eyes half closed, one hand stretched over Emily’s sleeping form. The air around them shimmered faintly—threads of gold twisting like fine smoke, forming a translucent veil that pulsed in time with her heartbeat. Every pulse cost him.Each breath drew the warmth from his veins, a slow siphon that left his skin pale and his head aching. The System whispered inside his skull, cold and unyielding:[Protection Protocol Active: Shield of the Heir.][Energy Source: Divine Core.][Warning: Excessive strain will result in loss of function.]Jason ignored the warning. He adjusted the veil, watching its glow settle over Emily like soft dawn.A voice from the doorway broke the quiet. “You’ve looked better.”Bill leaned against the frame, holding a coffee mug and a folder stuffed with printe
Father and Heir
The rain hadn’t stopped since they fled the mansion. It hammered the windshield, washing the world into streaks of gray and gold. Bill kept both hands tight on the wheel, driving by instinct through backstreets no GPS remembered.In the back seat, Jason held Emily close. She drifted in and out of consciousness, her head on his shoulder, murmuring half-formed words that broke against the hum of the engine. Every time she stirred, Jason’s arm tightened, as though the smallest motion might steal her away again.“Where to now?” Bill asked at last, his voice raw.“Keep going,” Jason said. “Old district. Dockside. The warehouse by the tracks.”Bill glanced in the mirror. “That place? You said you’d burned it years ago.”“I lied.”Bill grunted. “Of course you did.”When the car finally rolled to a stop, the warehouse looked like every ghost story Bill had ever told—rusted gates, windows blind with grime, puddles that reflected only darkness. Jason pushed the door open, rain slappin
Warning from the Inquisitor
Smoke drifted through the ruined hall like ghost-light. The marble floor still glowed faintly with golden cracks where Jason’s power had scorched its memory. Silence lay over everything; even the chandeliers had stopped swaying, their crystals quivering in mid-air as if afraid to move.The Inquisitor knelt in that silence, his once-shimmering cloak now dull and torn. Silver runes flickered and died along its edges. Each breath rattled inside the hood.Jason stood before him, motionless, the gold fading from his eyes but not the fire behind them. Emily clung to the edge of a broken pillar, her face pale, her breath catching in soft, terrified gasps.Jason’s voice was low. “Speak. You came here to judge me. Judge yourself instead.”The Inquisitor lifted his head slowly. Beneath the hood, only shadow remained, but his voice had lost its arrogance; it was raw, human, almost weary.“You think this victory matters? You think this house was your battlefield? Fool. The moment you
Duel of Wills
For a heartbeat, time itself forgot how to move.Dust hung in the air like frozen rain. Every candle in the mansion dimmed to a trembling spark as Jason and the Inquisitor locked eyes.Power bled silently from both of them—Jason’s gold, the Inquisitor’s cold silver—filling the room with a shimmering haze that hummed against the skin. The guards who had survived the earlier chaos clutched their heads and fell where they stood, breath leaving them in quiet groans. Servants collapsed beside them. Even Mrs. Lee staggered, her hand gripping the banister as if the marble itself were tilting.Only Emily remained standing, though the air pressed against her chest like a mountain.“Jason…” Her voice broke. “What’s happening?”He didn’t look at her. His gaze never left the man beneath the hood.The Inquisitor’s tone rolled like a storm tide. “You can still stand under the weight of judgment. Impressive—for a fallen god.”Jason’s mouth curved in that dry half-smile that always meant dan
The Order of Silence
The hall fell into a silence so heavy it crushed the air from every chest.The cloaked figure stood like a shadow carved into stone. His very presence warped the light; lantern flames sputtered and bent toward him, as if afraid. The guards who had moments ago aimed rifles at Jason now pressed themselves back against the walls, rifles forgotten at their feet.Emily’s hands clutched Jason’s arm, her voice trembling. “Jason… please… who is he?”Jason didn’t answer. His eyes, burning faint gold, never left the figure.The man’s voice thundered, low and resonant. “Ar-Zekar.”The name cracked through the hall like a whip. Even Mrs. Lee, poised and cold, flinched as if the syllables carried weight older than stone.The figure continued, voice heavy with disdain. “It has been centuries since I last looked upon you. I did not expect to find you crawling in the dirt of mortals, parading as a husband, a servant, a nothing.”Jason tilted his head, his lips curving into a cold smirk. “Funny. You t
Guns Against a God
The marble hall vibrated with noise as armored guards stormed in, rifles raised, laser sights dotting Jason’s chest like a swarm of red insects.“On the ground!” the captain barked, his voice cracking with the weight of authority. “On the ground, now, or we fire!”Jason didn’t move. His body was loose, calm, hands folded behind his back as if the rifles aimed at him were nothing more than children pointing toy guns.He smirked faintly. “You sound nervous. Maybe you should lower your voice before it cracks again.”The captain stiffened, grip tightening on the trigger.From the staircase, Mr. Lee’s triumphant sneer echoed. “Do it. Shoot the dog where he stands.”Emily screamed, stumbling forward, tears streaking her cheeks. “NO! Don’t shoot him! Please!”Jason’s eyes softened for half a second at her voice, then hardened as he lifted his chin toward the guards. “Listen to me carefully. If you pull those triggers, your lives will unravel faster than your bullets can fly.”The head guard
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