Getting All Back
Author: J.K. Hades
last update2026-04-15 23:28:44

"Give me the exact floor."

​Chase Lu spoke in a low subsonic register. He sat in the rear passenger seat of the armored Titanium sedan. The heavy vehicle rolled away from the municipal plaza. The tires hissed against the wet asphalt.

​He adjusted the collar of his rumpled dress shirt. His muscles ached with a dull throbbing pain. He had intentionally disrupted his own internal energy to fake his physical collapse on the public stage. His nervous system demanded immediate rest. He ignored the pr
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  • The Silent Tether

    The private jet touched down on the tarmac of the Southern Province municipal airstrip just before dawn. The landing gear screeched against the damp concrete. Chase Lu walked down the metal stairs and stepped into the humid southern air. His tailored black suit absorbed the coastal moisture instantly.Victoria Qin followed closely behind him. Her posture was rigidly straight. She gripped a black leather briefcase tightly to anchor her trembling hands. She was preparing her mind to watch her father take his final breath. Iron Tyrant and twelve members of Unit Alpha descended next. The Titanium mercenaries carried suppressed rifles and moved with silent precision to secure the immediate perimeter.A convoy of black SUVs waited near the edge of the runway. The team boarded the vehicles in silence. They navigated the quiet streets of the southern capital as the sun began to rise. They bypassed the towering commercial district and headed toward the sprawling Qin Manor located on the outski

  • The Emerald Temptation

    The doors of the southern medical bunker hissed open, breaking the sterile silence of the subterranean corridor.Jin stepped across the threshold, his dark silk robes rustling softly against his legs. He kept his expression composed, projecting an aura of serene authority. He carried the polished cedar box tucked safely within the deep folds of his tunic. Lu Ming followed closely behind, the Capital envoy scanning the array of complex life-support monitors with calculated political interest. Patriarch Fang entered last, his weathered face set in a grim, predatory scowl as he surveyed the fortified room.Grandmaster Qin lay in the center of the bunker. The supreme head of the southern armed forces rested on an elevated medical bed, surrounded by a tangled web of clear plastic tubing and thick black wires. The veteran commander looked incredibly frail. His skin possessed a sickly, translucent pallor, and his breaths rattled weakly in his chest, fighting a losing battle against the inevi

  • The Dimensional Market

    Chase Lu stood alone in the dark, focusing his mind inward, summoning the brilliant, searing gold text of his newly formatted System interface.[Host Status: Qi Condensation (Stage 1).][Core Energy: Dragon Qi.][Active Skills: Dragon Stance (Lv.1), Dragon Scale (Lv.1), Dragon Strike (Lv.1).][Utility Skills: Medical God (MAX), Hacker God (MAX).]He evaluated his new arsenal with the same cold, analytical precision he used to dismantle rival corporations. The physical healing and the profound atmospheric awareness were miraculous, but from a purely tactical standpoint, his combat framework possessed a glaring, fatal flaw.His active abilities were almost entirely passive and defensive. Dragon Stance rooted him to the earth and exerted pressure, while Dragon Scale provided an impenetrable, localized shield. Dragon Strike was his sole offensive maneuver but it was incredibly expensive. The sheer density of his primordial Dragon Qi meant his spiritual reserves at Stage 1 were shallow. He

  • The Trillion Dollar Sovereign

    The towering digital monitors inside the Titanium Group penthouse flashed with a brilliant, cascading sea of green.The suffocating red warning klaxons that had dominated the executive suite for the past forty-eight hours were completely gone. The municipal power grids serving the medical district on Blackwell Street were fully operational. The life-support ventilators in the charity hospitals hummed with steady, uninterrupted electricity. The siege orchestrated by the Capital Syndicate had not just been broken; it had been eradicated.Julian, the pale cyber security chief, sat at his primary terminal with his mouth hanging slightly open. He stared at the live financial tickers scrolling across the glass displays."Chairman," Julian breathed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Imperial Holdings just liquidated their entire regional portfolio. They abandoned the transport routes. They abandoned the medical suppliers. The Capital contractors fled the city before dawn. Natur

  • The Arcane Temptation

    The silence in the Fang Family dining hall was heavier than a sealed concrete vault. The spilled red wine dripped from the edge of the polished mahogany table, splashing rhythmically against the imported Persian rug like the ticking of a gruesome clock.Nobody moved to clean it up. The provincial elites, who only moments ago had been eagerly carving up the map of North City, were paralyzed by a profound, suffocating terror. Lu Ming, the pristine Capital envoy, broke the silence. He pushed his velvet chair back and began to pace the length of the opulent room. His manicured hands, usually perfectly steady, were trembling so violently he had to stuff them into the pockets of his white trousers."I cannot go back," Lu Ming muttered, his voice entirely devoid of its usual aristocratic arrogance. He looked at the defaced map of the city on the table. "I promised the Second Prince a severed head. I promised him the Titanium Group on a silver platter. The Second Prince does not tolerate set

  • The Premature Victory

    The oppressive atmosphere that had suffocated the Fang Family estate for weeks was finally gone. Inside the mansion located in the heart of the Southern Province, a lavish private banquet was well underway. The grand dining hall was a masterclass in provincial opulence, illuminated by a crystal chandelier that cast a warm, golden glow over the long table. Patriarch Fang sat at the head of the table. For the first time since his eldest son, Vincent Fang, had fallen from the roof of the Titanium Tower, the supreme leader of the Southern Syndicate looked genuinely alive. The deep, weathered lines of grief etching his face seemed to have smoothed over. He held a delicate porcelain cup filled with premium, decades-old Maotai liquor.He stood up, his posture rigid with newfound pride, and raised his cup toward the young man sitting to his right."To the preservation of our bloodline," Patriarch Fang began, his voice thick with emotion, echoing against the high ceilings of the hall. "When t

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