2025-04-03 21:24:02"Mmmmmmm," Jasper muttered, looking around, his eyes flashing open.
Feeling the cold, hard floor, he immediately sat up, and the next moment, a kind of pain never raked throughout his body, and his whole body became stiff.
What had happened flooded back into his head. His girlfriend had been cheating on him and when he tried to fight her, he had ended up being beaten mercilessly by his girlfriend's new boyfriend.
Anger raked through his veins and he wanted nothing but revenge. But there was nothing he could do about it.
After all, he was even beaten and thrown out of his own house. His bones were broken, and he couldn't feel any sensation in his limbs.
He had to take care of himself first. Then he was going to know what to do next.
"Maximum anger achieved." All of a sudden a mechanical voice sounded in Jasper's head.
"Commencing Automatic Recovery! The host should endure and keep consciousness." The mechanical voice came once again.
Jasper looked around, shock and confusion written all over his face as he looked around.
Where the heck was the voice coming from? Could it be that he was dreaming?
Could that be the case? He was convinced that was what was happening. He had to be dreaming.
"Starting Recovery. All things are to be repaired in check; the process might be a little bit painful." The mechanical voice rang again in Jasper's head, making the latter back away as he looked around.
Before he could think too much, a light screen appeared in front of his face and there was a status bar reading.
"Automatic Recovery."
One percent out of a hundred was what the blue line with the blue flow input was reading.
"What the..."
"Argh!" Jasper screamed in intense pain as he felt the pain which had already gone down being stimulated, and it became a hundred times worse.
The onlookers turned to look at Jasper, who was sitting in a bloodstained shirt and was screaming.
None of them dared to go close to him as they all considered him a lunatic. It would be better if they stayed away from such a person.
But Jasper couldn't care less about what was happening in his surroundings, all he could care about was the pain cruising through his bones and causing all of his body to ache.
What's more, he could feel his broken limbs were being repaired as he could hear the repair of his bones, which made him shocked.
After a while, the pain reduced and soon he came back to his senses.
Before Jasper could think too much, the mechanical voice sounded in his head.
"Recovery Completed. The host is now in the best state."
"Activating System."
The mechanical voice sounded.
Welcome to the Tycoon System. Dedicated to making the host the most Successful Tycoon ever seen.
Jasper rubbed his eyes in confusion, not believing what he saw. There was a way this was true.
Numbers of Empire owned: 0
Number of companies owned: 0
Rank in the World richest: 12233.......
A series of numbers appeared and Jasper didn't even dare to read them.
Rank in the Country's Riches: 1234447363636363rd
Rank in Oakridge: No Rank, definitely a pauper.
Jasper's eyes widened in disbelief as he couldn't believe his eyes. What the heck was this?
Tycoon System? This thing has to be a joke, right? There was no way this was true.
"Ding!"
"Starter's pack received." The mechanical voice rang in Jasper's head.
"The host has received The Sky Hotel, Skyline Technologies, a Hundred Million Dollars, and a Mystery Potion." The mechanical voice sounded.
"The companies have been bought, your name and picture have been sent to the president of the companies, and they are ready to receive you."
"The hundred million dollars has been credited to the Host's account and the Mystery Potion has been placed into the Host's pocket"
The mechanical voice continued, and Jasper froze, not believing his ears.
Before he could do anything. A message popped into his phone.
"Dear customer, you have received a sum of $100,000,000 from account 23XXX...."
Jasper's mouth fell wide open so that even an egg would fit in at the moment.
Soon, he felt a bulge in his pocket. Bringing it out, he saw it was a small bottle filled with a transparent liquid.
Jasper's heart pounded as he looked at the potion. He didn't know what to do; this was a strange thing, and he didn't know if the potion was harmful or not.
Could he trust this thing that called itself The Tycoon System? He didn't know if it was poisonous or not.
But then it was the same system that had saved his life, healed his broken limbs, and given him a second chance.
If it wanted to kill him, there was no need for it to use small methods like that.
Thinking about this, Jasper opened the lid of the bottle and gulped it down. Much to his shock, the liquid was tasteless and went down his throat.
"I wonder what it contains," Jasper muttered under his breath as he looked around.
Just before he could think too much, a wave of pain hit him and information flooded his brain.
Information about all kinds of martial arts, self-defense skills, using all kinds of weapons, and marksmanship flooded into his head.
What's more, he felt them engraved on his bones, and it was like he had been doing them all his life and was proficient in them.
That was not all; his body underwent a great change, and his initial flat stomach became firm and was rocked with abs.
His muscles became refined and firm, and his body became sort of perfect.
Jasper watched as his body changed. He felt that he could beat the men who had beaten him up before.
That was too short of a comparison; even if there were hundreds of them, he was going to be able to beat them all, and they wouldn't be able to touch even his hair.
"This feels good," Jasper muttered, feeling ecstatic.
But before he could rejoice too much, the System's mechanical voice sounded in his eyes.
"Ding!"
"New Mission.”
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The System completed its sweep quietly, feeding Jasper the results in fragments he could digest without noise. The hidden buyer was no ordinary operative. Not purely corporate, not purely political, but a careful mix of both. Jasper traced the patterns, the financial networks, the soft influence, the public-facing philanthropy.The man was a senior board member of a multinational tech conglomerate. His name rarely appeared in scandal. His face was clean in every photo, every press release. Privately, he held advisory roles, quietly lobbied politicians, and maintained access no law could strip away. Yet behind that public image, he financed destabilization, acquisitions, and manipulations. The mob boss had been muscle, disposable, nothing more.Jasper sat back against the cold wall of the cell, hands resting on his thighs. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The System displayed the maps, the connections, the shadow accounts, all flowing into the same hidden network.A quiet alert foll
Rumors
The failure of the prison raid rippled through the criminal underground faster than the mob boss could anticipate. Rumors traveled along encrypted channels, whispered by low-level operatives and repeated in hushed tones at safe houses. In those corridors, uncertainty bred panic. The strike squad’s disappearance was no accident. Someone stronger than expected was moving in the shadows—and worse, someone was watching.Jasper remained seated on the edge of his bunk, hands clasped loosely, eyes fixed on the gray wall across from him. The System continued its work in silence, parsing the fragmented communications flowing through proxy networks, filtering what was relevant and discarding the rest.A soft alert chimed.Intercepted Transmission Detected.Jasper didn’t flinch. He had learned early how to separate signal from noise. The fragments coalesced slowly into a pattern.The mob boss appeared to be issuing the orders, commanding from a reinforced safe house in an undisclosed location. P
In progress
The detention facility returned to its routine rhythm by morning.Guards changed shifts. Doors opened and closed on schedule. Paperwork moved from one desk to another. To anyone watching, nothing had happened the night before.Jasper played his part.He woke when the lights came on. He sat on his bunk. He ate when the tray slid through the slot. When a guard passed, he acknowledged them with a nod and nothing more.Just another detained tycoon.That was how they saw him.“That one keeping quiet?” a guard asked during rounds.“Yeah,” another replied. “No complaints. No calls. Barely talks.”“Good. Let him stay that way.”Jasper kept his gaze down as they moved on.Inside, the System activated.New Mission Issued.The words appeared cleanly, without urgency, but Jasper felt the shift immediately.Objective: Identify the force behind the failed assassination attempt.He remained still.Restrictions: Direct movement prohibited. Exposure level must remain zero.That made sense.Method: Ind
No noise
The holding facility sat quiet in the early hours of the night, the kind of quiet that felt manufactured. Lights hummed overhead, steady and white, washing the concrete corridors in sterile calm. Guards moved along their routes with routine precision, boots echoing softly, radios clipped and silent.Jasper remained unaware of any of it.His cell was narrow but clean. Concrete walls, steel bars, a single bunk bolted to the floor. He sat on the edge of it, elbows resting on his knees, head slightly lowered. The faint hum of electricity seeped through the walls. Somewhere far above, ventilation fans turned without urgency.He hadn’t slept.Custody had a way of stretching time. Minutes dragged. Hours folded into one another until the concept of night and morning blurred. Jasper’s wrists still bore faint red marks where the cuffs had been. They had been removed hours ago, but the sensation lingered.He exhaled slowly, steadying his breathing.They hadn’t questioned him yet.That bothered h
So that's how it works
Zoey sat on the edge of her bed, hands clasped so tightly her fingers hurt.Her room was quiet. Too quiet.The door was shut. The curtains were half drawn. The city lights outside barely pushed through the fabric, leaving the room dim and still.She stared at the floor.Then she closed her eyes.“Please,” she whispered.Her voice cracked.“Just bring him back.”She pressed her hands together harder, knuckles whitening.She wasn’t sure who she was praying to anymore. God. Fate. Anyone listening.“They’re wrong,” she said quietly. “They don’t know him.”Her throat tightened.“He wouldn’t hurt anyone. He never did.”The lawyer’s words replayed in her head.Career suicide.She swallowed.“They turned their backs on you,” she murmured. “But I won’t.”She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, head bowed.“Just… just let him come home.”She stayed like that for a long time....The laboratory shook.Jasper turned sharply as the air behind him distorted.His instincts screamed befo
Andriod
Jasper stayed still for a long time after the System prompt appeared.The cell was silent except for the low hum of the security field. White walls. No windows. No sound from outside. Just him and the words floating in his vision.Mission available.Accept or decline.He exhaled slowly.“So this is how it works now,” he said quietly.The System did not respond.He thought about the trial. The charges. The way the guards looked at him, like he was already guilty. He thought about his sister’s voice on the phone. The way it had cracked when she said his name.He clenched his jaw.“If I decline,” he said, “what happens?”The System answered immediately.Threat escalation likely. Civilian casualties projected.Jasper nodded once.Figures.He straightened on the narrow bed.“I accept,” he said.There was no countdown. No warning.The air in front of him split open.Light folded inward, like space tearing itself apart. The floor vanished beneath his feet before he could react.Then he was g
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