The Sovereign’s Retribution: Daily Login to Godhood

Chapter 3: What the Crate Held

The private suite on the eighth floor had clean sheets, a real mattress, and a window overlooking Meridian District.

Silas sat in the adjustable bed and stared out at the skyline. He could see the top of the Prism Tower from here — the building he'd designed at twenty-three. The building that now had the Thorne Development logo on its side.

He looked away.

A nurse — not Darla, a new one — had brought him a proper breakfast. Eggs, toast, fresh fruit, coffee. She'd called him "sir" three times in two minutes.

Amazing what a hundred million dollars did to people's vocabulary.

He ate slowly. His jaw still ached, but the food was real, and he wasn't going to rush it. When he finished, he set the tray aside and opened the System interface.

The Beginner's Crate sat in his inventory, glowing faintly.

Yesterday the System had warned him he was too weak. Today, the warning was just a note. His body was healing. Cellular Regeneration was doing its work — he could feel it in his ribs, a low warmth that pulsed every few minutes.

'Time to see what's inside.'

He focused on the crate.

「 Open Beginner's Crate? 」

'Yes.'

「 Beginner's Crate opened! 」

「 The Host has obtained: 」

「 1. Appraisal Eye (Rare Skill — Permanent) 」

「 2. Pain Suppression Pill x3 」

A rush of information filled his mind. Not painful — just sudden. Like remembering something he'd always known but had forgotten.

「 Appraisal Eye — Allows the Host to scan any object or person within visual range. Displays: Name, Quality, Hidden Properties. Cooldown: 3 uses per day. 」

Three uses per day. Permanent skill. And it was rated Rare.

'The daily sign-ins gave me Common rewards. This crate just gave me something a full tier higher.'

The Pain Suppression Pills appeared in his inventory alongside the Healing Pills from this morning. He checked them.

「 Pain Suppression Pill — Eliminates all physical pain for 4 hours. Does not heal injuries. Warning: Pain returns at full intensity when the effect ends. 」

Useful. Dangerous if he forgot the warning. He filed it away.

The APPRAISAL menu on his interface was no longer grayed out. A small eye icon glowed blue next to it.

'Three charges per day. I should test it.'

He looked at the breakfast tray on his bedside table and activated Appraisal Eye.

「 Object: Standard Hospital Meal Tray 」 「 Quality: Low 」 「 Hidden Properties: None 」

Simple. He looked at the bed.

「 Object: Adjustable Medical Bed (Meridian-Class) 」 「 Quality: Above Average 」 「 Hidden Properties: Control panel has a locked maintenance mode — passcode 0000 (default, never changed). 」

Silas almost laughed. Even the bed had secrets. Hidden properties — that was the real value of this skill. Things people couldn't see. Things that weren't meant to be found.

Two charges left.

He scanned the room. His eyes landed on the medical chart hanging on the wall by the door. Every patient room had one — a clipboard with treatment records, medication schedules, and billing codes.

He activated Appraisal Eye on the chart.

「 Object: Patient Medical Chart — Vane, Silas 」 「 Quality: Standard 」 「 Hidden Properties: 」 「 — Billing codes include 3 procedures never performed on the patient (codes 4412, 4415, 4420). 」 「 — Total inflated charges: $31,400. 」 「 — Handwritten note on reverse side: "Extended stay billing — approved by Admin. Director C. Hale." 」

Silas read it twice.

Thirty-one thousand dollars in fake charges. Procedures that never happened. And a name — C. Hale — who had personally approved the fraud.

He reached for the chart. His ribs screamed, but he grabbed it and flipped it over. There, in the bottom corner, written in small blue ink: Extended stay billing — approved by Admin. Director C. Hale. Ref: TM-0894.

TM. He didn't know what that meant yet. But he would find out.

'They weren't just ignoring me in that charity ward,' Silas thought. 'They were billing me for treatments I never received. Stacking debt on a man with no insurance, no family, and no way to fight back.'

He set the chart down carefully. His hands were steady.

'C. Hale. Admin Director of St. Caelum General Hospital. Connected to someone who uses the code TM.'

He had one Appraisal charge left.

Silas looked around the room. He could use it on the door. The window. Another piece of equipment. But something pulled his attention to the window — not the view, but his own reflection in the glass.

A thin, bruised face stared back at him. Dark circles under gray-green eyes. A scar running from his left temple to his jaw. He looked like a man who had lost everything.

He activated Appraisal Eye on his own reflection.

「 Subject: Silas Vane 」 「 Classification: Sovereign System Host 」 「 Potential: Unmeasurable 」 「 Current threat level to enemies: Negligible 」

Negligible.

He read that word and felt something cold settle in his chest. Not despair. Something sharper.

"Not for long," he whispered.

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Three floors down, in the hospital's administrative wing, a woman named Patricia knocked on the office door of Conrad Hale.

"Come in."

She stepped inside. Conrad Hale sat behind a mahogany desk that was far too expensive for a hospital administrator. He was forty-two, heavyset, with thinning hair and the permanent expression of a man who knew exactly how much he could get away with.

"Sir, I have a flag from billing."

"What kind of flag?"

"A patient in the charity ward just paid his full balance and transferred to a private suite. Ward 7B."

Conrad frowned. "Charity patients don't transfer to private suites."

"This one did. His account was verified at over a hundred million dollars."

Conrad stared at her. "A hundred million. In the charity ward."

"Yes, sir."

"What's his name?"

Patricia checked her tablet. "Vane. Silas Vane."

Conrad went very still. His fingers stopped tapping on the desk.

"Say that again."

"Silas Vane. He was admitted twelve days ago. Hit-and-run victim. Multiple fractures, no insurance, no emergency contacts." She paused. "Is something wrong?"

Conrad leaned back in his chair. His jaw was tight. "Who authorized his admission to the charity ward?"

"Standard intake, sir. He came in through the ER."

"And nobody flagged his name?"

Patricia looked confused. "Should they have?"

Conrad didn't answer. He picked up his phone and dialed a number from memory. It rang three times.

"It's me," Conrad said. His voice had dropped. "We have a problem. The Vane kid — the one from the alley job. He's awake. And he's got money. A lot of money."

A pause. He listened.

"I don't know where it came from. But he just paid off his bill in cash and moved himself to the eighth floor. He's not acting like a man who got hit by a truck two weeks ago."

Another pause. Longer this time.

"Understood. I'll keep him here as long as I can." Conrad hung up.

He stared at the phone for a long moment. Then he opened his desk drawer and pulled out a file labeled with a reference code: TM-0894.

TM. Thorne Medical Group.

He'd been billing phantom procedures to charity patients for three years. Hundreds of patients. Millions of dollars funneled through shell companies back to the Thorne network. It was clean. Invisible. No one had ever questioned it.

And now Silas Vane — the man the Thornes had left for dead — was sitting three floors above him with a hundred million dollars and a paid-up bill.

Conrad picked up the phone again.

"Patricia. The patient in the eighth floor suite — Silas Vane. I want security to monitor his floor. And don't let him access any administrative records."

"Sir?"

"Just do it."

---

On the eighth floor, Silas set his phone down on the bedside table.

The sun was coming through the window. The coffee was still warm. His ribs ached, but less than yesterday. Less than this morning, even.

He pulled up his System status.

「 — Host Status — 」 「 Name: Silas Vane 」 「 Physique: 3 」 「 Spirit: — (Locked) 」 「 Wealth: $100,050,014 」 「 Skills: Cellular Regeneration Lv.1, Appraisal Eye (3/day) 」 「 Condition: Multiple fractures (healing), soft tissue damage (healing), malnutrition (improving) 」

Two skills now. Money in the bank. A private room with a view.

And a name. Conrad Hale.

'The hospital that was supposed to save my life was stealing from me instead,' Silas thought. 'Billing me for treatments that never happened. And whoever C. Hale reports to — they knew exactly who I was.'

He looked out at the Meridian skyline. Somewhere in this city, Julian Thorne was sitting in an office built on stolen blueprints, thinking Silas Vane was still a broken man in a charity bed.

'Day 2,' Silas thought. 'Three Appraisal charges per day. Two Healing Pills. Three Pain Suppression Pills. A hundred million dollars. And a hospital administrator who just made my list.'

He picked up his phone and pulled up a web browser. In the search bar, he typed: Conrad Hale St. Caelum Hospital.

Tomorrow was Day 3.