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A Set Up
Author: Enahoro BHB
last update2025-09-03 14:51:10

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The auction hall buzzed with frenetic energy, a whirlwind of wealth and ambition. At the center of it all was the rare herb, its vibrant leaves glowing under the spotlight, possessing medicinal properties worth killing for.

Bidders raised placards, numbers climbing in a fevered dance to outbid one another. A man in a sharp suit stood beside the herb inside the glass, his voice commanding the room, orchestrating the chaos.

Then, a shockwave. Warren, a man who had earlier not been taken as a competition by the elite crowd, won the bid with a staggering $70 million. Murmurs rippled through the room. Mrs. Fortune, the haughty socialite who had been outbid at a mere $2 million, stared in disbelief, her disdain for Warren now tinged with envy.

She had try to denigrate him in the public for rejecting her sexual advances back, to make him look like nobody not worthy of being at the auction...not only that, an ex-convict fresh from prison, yet here he was, outshining her in front of th
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  • Unfazed

    The guest room in the Calabrese residence was a quiet sanctuary, its dim light casting long shadows across the polished floor. Warren stood, his body renewed, the Crown of the Abyss glowing faintly on his finger. Its arcane power had worked its magic, knitting his wounds closed, erasing the bruises on his ribs, and sealing the gash on his thigh. The blood-soaked suit was gone, replaced by a crisp black shirt and tailored pants, his presence once again radiating the quiet menace of the Shadow King. His strength and stamina surged, the ring’s energy a river of vitality coursing through him. Yet his mind remained a battlefield, replaying the Zolydyk ambush—Seraphina’s virus, Killua’s pursuit, the butlers’ relentless assault. They’d struck once and failed, but Warren knew they’d come again. Next time, he’d unleash his full power, no restraint, no mercy.Evening loomed, the sky outside bruising purple. Blackrock’s summons hung over him like a guillotine, the monarch’s ultimatum a ticking c

  • Victor's Plan

    Rachel paced her opulent living room, the crystal chandelier above casting fractured light across her furious features. Her phone buzzed with a coded message, its words searing into her mind: the Zolydyk assassins had failed their first attempt on Warren’s life. *Fuck!* The scream tore from her throat, raw and venomous, as she swept a vase off the marble table, its shards scattering like her composure. Fury surged through her veins, a wildfire fed by the audacity of Warren’s survival. The Shadow King, untouchable even by the Zolydyk elite—Seraphina, Killua, their butlers—had slipped through their grasp. Her carefully laid plans were unraveling, and the sting of it was unbearable.She stormed through the mansion, her heels clicking like gunfire on the polished floors, until she reached Victor Crane’s study. Her husband, calm as ever, sat behind his mahogany desk, a glass of whiskey in hand, his eyes scanning a tablet. Rachel didn’t knock—she burst in, the door slamming against the wall

  • He Was Not Invincible

    The truck rumbled to a stop in a quiet alley near the Calabrese residence, its engine coughing into silence. Warren slipped out, his blood-soaked suit clinging to his battered body, the fabric torn and stained with crimson from the gash on his thigh and the cuts on his arm. The dock’s chaos had faded behind him, but the weight of the Zolydyk encounter pressed against his chest. The Crown of the Abyss pulsed faintly on his finger, its glow dim but steady, a lifeline that had pulled him from the jaws of death. Ironspire’s evening shadows stretched long as he moved, each step a reminder of his injuries—bruised ribs, a throbbing shoulder, and the lingering ache of the virus’s brief but brutal grip.The Calabrese residence loomed ahead, a fortress of stone and secrets nestled in the city’s heart. Vito and his men were still at Blackthorn, handling the release of Don Marco and the King of the Matrix, and Warren had no intention of alarming his parents. They’d ask questions he wasn’t ready t

  • His Escape

    Ironspire dock nearby buzzed with chaotic life, a labyrinth of vans and trucks rumbling in and out, their engines growling under the weight of cargo. The air was thick with salt and diesel, the distant cry of gulls cutting through the clamor. Warren had sprinted through the maze, his decoy buying him some time, his breath ragged, blood dripping from the gash on his thigh, staining his torn suit. The Crown of the Abyss pulsed faintly on his finger, its energy waning but still anchoring him to consciousness. Behind him, the Zolydyk butlers and Killua had realized and were now a relentless shadow, their mana a cold pressure at his back. He needed to lose them, to vanish into the city’s pulse before their knives found his heart.Spotting a weathered delivery van, Warren smeared his blood-soaked hands across its rear door, the crimson stark against the rusted metal. It was a calculated move, a decoy to buy him time. Without pausing, he darted to a nearby truck, its cargo bay half-open, a

  • A Clash

    High above, Killua’s silhouette flickered among the twisted branches, his eyes sharp with calculation. In a blur, he leapt, somersaulting through the air and landing with the grace of a predator beside his sister.“Sister, are you okay?” His voice was low, urgent, his hands catching her as she swayed. Seraphina’s eyes met his, a flicker of defiance beneath her pain, but her strength gave out, and she collapsed into his arms, her breath shallow. Killua’s jaw tightened, his gaze snapping to Warren, who stood a few meters away, coughing violently, his body trembling under the virus’s relentless assault. The Shadow King’s eyes burned with blue electricity, the Crown of the Abyss blazing on his finger, but his knees buckled, blood dripping from his nose. Killua’s mind raced—he’d warned Seraphina not to underestimate Warren, but even he hadn’t anticipated this resilience. The man was a force, defying poison and virus alike.Killua’s hand shot to his phone, his voice a snarl. “Send reinfor

  • Her Contingency Plan

    The desolate clearing in Ironspire pulsed with raw energy, a battlefield where shadows clashed under the twisted canopy of ancient trees. Warren stood at the heart of the storm, the Crown of the Abyss blazing on his finger, its electric blue glow a defiant beacon against the twenty-one Zolydyk butlers encircling him. Their red suits gleamed like fresh blood, their movements a symphony of lethal precision honed over years of merciless training. Each was a master, their mana a cold, suffocating force that pressed against Warren’s senses. Even for the Shadow King, this was no trivial fight. Their coordinated assault—low sweeps, aerial strikes, and frontal barrages—was a machine designed to break him, and though the Crown amplified his power, the butlers’ sheer numbers and skill tested his limits.*Bam!* Warren moved like lightning, his body a conduit of electricity fueled by the Crown’s arcane might. He ducked a baton aimed for his skull, countered with a crackling fist that sent a butl

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