2025-10-06 01:58:23“I-I … I didn’t mean to do it … Brother J, please forgive me….”
Tyson knelt until his head hit the cold floor. He was so nervous that he accidentally dropped a glass of wine and spilled it on the man called Brother J.
His hands trembled, and his entire body was weak, but he still begged for forgiveness.
“Tsk, this coward,” someone scolded him. “Who cares if it was an accident or not? You still dirtied Brother J’s clothes!”
After hearing those words, others shouted in agreement, making the atmosphere even denser and hotter.
Although he had no particular background in the outside world, Brother K was the strongest in Prison No. 73. He was greatly feared because of his bad temper, his case, and there were many inmates who loyally served him.
Tyson was no exception, he was very afraid of that big man. During his two years of life in prison, Tyson had experienced so much bullying, which had gotten worse after Brother K came in a year ago.
“Brother J, let us handle this coward,” the same person said obsequiously.
“Whatever,” Brother J’s harsh voice echoed as he glanced at Tyson with a furrowed, annoyed brow, rose from his exclusive chair in that hidden room, and walked away.
Tyson tried to grab the man’s leg and plead, “No, no, Brother J, I … ah!”
Someone stomped on his hand hard, mocking him, and grabbed his collar.
They laughed at the sight of Tyson’s terrified expression, his red eyes, and his trembling body.
"Hey, seeing how cowardly you are, I suspect you didn't end up in prison for attempted murder on a human, but on a sewer rat."
Laughter erupted from the group, followed by a discussion.
“Hey, what should we do to him this time?”
“Why don't we just hang him upside down?”
“Tsk, that's not interesting at all! Think of something else.”
At this moment, Tyson's mind was no longer on what they were talking about. His body was tense and felt cold, a feeling of dread gnawing at him. Flashbacks of days when he endured various kinds of bullying replayed in his head.
Every feeling of pain, shortness of breath, helplessness, all seemed to hit him one by one.
The screeching sound of a chair being dragged was deafening, snapping Tyson back to reality. The chair was placed right under a noose.
A voice filled with malicious intent echoed in his ears, “Stand on the backrest of the chair and hang your head in the noose.”
Tyson’s eyes widened, he tried to say something, “Forgive-”
“Yo, no forgiveness! Just do it, don’t be scared, we won’t actually let you die!”
Tyson felt a pain in his cheek, someone had slapped him hard enough to hurt but not to knock him over.
“Come on, help him!”
After the order from that person, who was Brother J’s right-hand man, two people came and grabbed Tyson’s arms.
Tyson was forced to stand on the edge of the chair’s backrest while his neck hung in the noose.
“... please, please help me ….” His voice was hoarse and full of desperate pleading, but the people there laughed and talked to each other, mocking and insulting him.
Tyson tried to tiptoe, stabilizing his body so the tilted chair wouldn't fall, forcing him to hang fully by the noose.
Even if those people didn’t let him die, it didn’t mean they would save him immediately. He didn't want to feel the suffocation.
After some time, those people grew tired and left, leaving two inmates to keep watch and help Tyson down before morning.
One of the inmates asked his companion to rest and let him watch Tyson alone.
Now it was just the two of them. The inmate stepped closer, a mocking smile on his lips.
“You are the youngest son of the De Leon family, aren’t you?” the inmate asked.
Without waiting for Tyson’s answer, he continued with a sigh of pity, “It’s a shame you couldn’t use your family’s wealth to live a decent life here.”
Tyson looked at the man, struggling. For some reason, he didn’t want to beg this inmate to release him. The other’s expression was strange, his eyes unlike those of an ordinary prisoner.
Seeing him struggle so hard, the inmate instead kicked the chair that was Tyson’s last support. The inmate’s gleeful laughter was terrifying.
“I’m helping you escape this torment,” the inmate said again, as if he were truly offering assistance.
The pain in his neck made his eyes bulge, his breath caught, and his dangling legs kicked. His hands frantically tried to loosen the rope around his neck.
In his fading consciousness, he heard the man’s final words, “If you manage to survive again this time… Big Boss.”
Big Boss...
Tyson felt pain all over his body, as if he were being skinned alive. He knew this was the end of everything, but he felt dissatisfied.
Even in the most desperate moment of his life, he still hoped to die in a dignified manner, in glory instead of disgrace.
He whispered silently, “... please, one more chance.”
His red eyes welled with tears, and in an instant, a bright light enveloped his entire body.
[Host found! System activated from now on...]
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The emergency lights hadn’t come on when Orion’s body completely collapsed to the floor. Tyson didn’t waste a second.He knelt, making sure Orion’s breathing was stable, then pulled the dark hoodie off the man’s body. His movements were quick and practiced. Then he swapped shoes, changed pants, even adjusted the way the sleeves were folded and the position of the shoulders.At most, ten minutes, that was the window before the system would reactivate and everything would go chaotic.Tyson dragged Orion to the desk chair in front of the computer. He sat him upright, propping the back with additional supports, tied his wrists to the chair’s arms, then secured his ankles to the desk legs. His head was tilted slightly forward, as if focused on the screen.The hoodie he had been wearing, now on Orion, was pulled low to cover part of his face.From a distance, from the angle of a camera that was now off, Orion looked like he was just working, a convincing enough illusion.Noise began to come
Chapter 165
The moment that hand clamped down on his shoulder, Tyson’s body moved faster than his mind.His arm snapped up, catching the wrist before the pressure could fully settle. With one sharp pull, he twisted his torso slightly to the side, wrenching the man’s arm into an unnatural angle.A sharp intake of breath was heard, followed by a strangled groan that turned into a shout as Tyson used the momentum.He rose from the chair in one fluid motion, his shoulder slamming into his opponent’s chest. The man’s balance collapsed. Their bodies spun briefly before both went down, but Tyson was already on top.Tyson’s elbow pressed into the man’s chest, one knee locking his waist in place, while the arm was still twisted back at a punishing angle. The pressure was precise, enough to immobilize, no more, no less.The man screamed in pain, his breathing ragged, anger and humiliation blending into one. His voice echoed through the cramped room, loud enough to trigger chaos.Seconds later, the door bur
Chapter 164
Tyson was moved out of that room without many words. His head was covered tightly again, dark fabric wrapping around his vision, erasing direction and distance.It was not without reason. Slyvn had heard, and read, about Tyson’s past four years ago, about his involvement with the police and the unconventional methods he supposedly possessed, a strange way of “knowing” things.Whether it was instinct, pattern recognition, or something else that could not be explained by simple logic, Slyvn had no intention of taking risks.As a precaution, all possibilities of direct contact were cut off.Tyson was not allowed to see. He was not allowed to recognize voices. He was not allowed to catch any details that could be stored in his mind.His hands were also bound behind his back throughout the transfer, fully restricting his movement.When the covering was finally removed, Tyson was already inside a room clearly designed not for comfort, but for function.A work desk stood in the middle of the
Chapter 163
Under Slyvn’s contemplative gaze and the undisguised aura of violence emanating from his subordinates, Tyson remained seated with the same calm, almost relaxed demeanor.“If you doubt me,” Tyson finally said, his voice low but clear, “you can look into me in Valenbourg.”Slyvn stared at him without expression.“My business. My official trail,” Tyson continued. Then, with the same calm, he mentioned, “Ravenhart.”He lifted his shoulders slightly, as if talking about something trivial.“Unlike before, this time my existence isn’t completely concealed. So I think it won’t be difficult for you to find information about Ravenhart.”It wasn’t a bluff. It was a cold calculation. In a situation like this, where he could die at any moment, Tyson could only offer something bigger, and Ravenhart was one of them.It wasn’t that he was afraid of dying; it was just that his main goal had not yet been achieved. Not to mention, he missed someone.Slyvn did not respond immediately. His eyes remained f
Chapter 162
Time moved slowly in that room. For almost half a day, Tyson was left alone, accompanied only by the sofa, the surveillance cameras, and a deliberately imposed silence. His body remained relaxed, his back leaning against the seat, shoulders lowered as if he did not care. Yet his leg, slowly and repeatedly moving, betrayed one small thing.Impatience.It was not a mistake. Quite the opposite, it was intentional.Tyson knew exactly what kind of man Slyvn Grande was. A man who enjoyed control, who deliberately made his targets wait until their patience was slowly worn down.So Tyson allowed that small crack to show. Just a little, of course, enough to make the man let his guard down. Enough to create the illusion that his composure was beginning to fracture.The door finally opened.Slyvn Grande walked in with an unhurried stride, followed by his right-hand man and several of his subordinates. Their presence filled the room, rough, yet restrained by their leader’s authority.Slyvn sat d
Chapter 161
Mr. Hale stared at Anna with a probing gaze, sharp and calculating, as if trying to pierce through her outermost layer. He said nothing, allowing the silence to hang between them once more. But Anna did not flinch.Her face remained calm, her posture steady. For three years with Tyson, she had learned many things, most of all how to remain standing under pressure.That man had dragged her into situations far more dangerous and exhausting, far more irritating than a mere investigative stare like this. Compared to everything she had seen and experienced, this moment was almost meaningless. She returned the gaze without defiance.A few seconds later, Anna finally spoke.“I was only asking because from your intention to make Tyson the new head of Aelius Group, it means that this position is not inherited based on blood relations or kinship.”Mr. Hale narrowed his eyes slightly, listening.“And also,” Anna continued calmly, “it means it doesn’t have to be someone who has been inside the g
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