《My Life Changed with the Unlimited System》 Chapter 1 The Weight of Tomorrow Ethan Cole stepped out of the bookstore, stretching his arms behind him with a deep sigh. ''It''s been a tiring day,'' he thought. The sky above Novan City was beautifully changing colors, with shades of orange and pink. The setting sun created long shadows on the busy streets below. The city was alive with activity; people rushed to catch their trains, groups of teenagers sharedughs, and street vendors tried to attract the attention of people walking by. ncing at his phone, Ethan noticed it was 8:13 p.m. His workday had just ended, and despite it being the beginning of his summer break, he felt far from rxed. He had spent his whole day restocking shelves, working the cash register, and dealing with demanding customers. It was far from the break he had been looking forward to. Ethan was managing with his part-time job, which helped cover his family''s groceries and some bills, but it always felt like it wasn''t enough. While lost in thought, his phone vibrated in his pocket. It was a message from his mom. Mom: [Hey honey, can you grab some groceries on your way home? Thendlord stopped by again. We need to pay the rent by Friday. Can I ask you to help this month?] Ethan paused, looking at the message, feeling a wave of tiredness wash over him. He thought, ''How can I manage this time?'' He then opened his phone''s banking app, Novan Trust, to check his bnce. "Let''s see what I have..." he muttered, waiting for the app to update. Upon seeing his ount bnce, he sighed deeply. [ount Bnce: $1,370.80] Ethan felt the pressure. Although he wanted to help, the weight of responsibility was overwhelming,ing at him from all sides. At twenty, Ethan had hoped this summer would be a break from the relentless demands of university life. Instead, he felt trapped, with the supposed break merely adding to his stress. "I''ll find ways to help," he reassured himself, trying to ease the growing worry in his mind. With a sigh, he put his phone away and began to walk down the crowded street. As evening approached, the city began to light up. Novan City had its charms, yet it was a ce of stark contrasts. In the distance, skyscrapers and affluent areas sparkled, a vivid contrast to the older, rundown neighborhoods like Edgewater, where Ethan''s family resided. Edgewater was a tough ce. Here, people worked tirelessly just to get by, and the dream of a better life seemed out of reach for most. Lost in thought, Ethan wandered aimlessly until a loud honk snapped him back to reality as he crossed the street.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om "Hey! Watch where you''re going, kid!" yelled the driver of a grey Honda City, narrowly missing Ethan as he sped away. "I''m sorry!" Ethan quickly apologized, raising his hand even though the driver had already sped away. He continued walking, a familiar sense of tiredness creeping in. Working wasn''t the issue for Ethan. He didn''t mind it. The problem was that he seemed to always work just to survive without making any real progress. Whether it was his part-time job at the convenience store, tutoring local kids or fellow university students, or the asional programming project, it all felt like treading water. It was as if he was standing still, watching the world rush by him. As Ethan reached Briggs Street, he suddenly heard someone calling his name from behind. "Ethan! Wait up, man!" Turning around, he saw Jordan, a good friend from high school, jogging towards him. Jordan was the type who always seemed at ease, with a smile that could lighten any mood and a charisma that made him well-liked wherever he went. "Hey," Ethan greeted, catching Jordan''s attention just as he caught up, slightly panting from the effort. "Man, I thought you''d already left for home. Did your shift just end?" Jordan inquired, brushing his hair away from his face. "Yep, just finished. I''m on my way to pick up some groceries for my mom," Ethan exined, looking around as the evening light began to dim. "Groceries, huh? Mind if I join you? I was about to go for a coffee, but that can wait," Jordan offered. Ethan gave a nonchnt shrug. "Sure, why not?" They walked together through the bustling streets, heading to a nearby grocery store. Having been friends since their freshman year of high school, their bond was cemented by a mutual sense of humor and a rxed, effortless friendship. Jordan decided to take a break after high school to explore and better understand himself before entering college. Meanwhile, Ethan chose a different path and went straight to university. In the middle of his degree, Ethan began questioning his decision. As they walked down Clementine Avenue, Jordan brought up the summer ns. "So, what''s the n for this summer? Besides working your tail off, that is," he asked. Ethan responded with a lightugh, though itcked real amusement. "Not much, really. Just trying to save up some money, help at home, and hopefully get a little break here and there." Jordan, surprised, replied, "Dude, you''re only twenty. You should be out having fun, not working all the time. How about we hit the beach next weekend, grab drinks, and enjoy ourselves?" Ethan shook his head, "I wish I could. But I need to cover this month''s rent; my mom''s been worrying about the bills. Plus, I''ve got tuition paymentsing up." Concerned for his friend, Jordan said, "You still need to find time for yourself, man. If you don''t, you''ll bepletely burnt out when school starts back up." Ethan managed a faint smile in response to Jordan, even though he knew Jordan was making a valid point. Ethan wasn''t opposed to the idea of taking it easy; every time he considered the possibility of a break, the harsh reality of his circumstances woulde flooding back. He was overwhelmed by mounting bills, rent, and loans, and it seemed like there was no way out. Soon after, they found themselves at the quaint grocery store on the street''s corner. The store''s neon sign was slightly flickering as they entered. Ethan picked up a shopping basket and began filling it with basic necessities: milk, bread, eggs, and various canned goods. Jordan trailed behind him, somewhat absentmindedly browsing the aisles. Eventually, Jordan reached for some candies ced on the shelves. Jordan leaned in closer as they walked towards the checkout and whispered, "Did you hear about the robbery at the electronics store down the block?" Ethan looked surprised and asked, "Robbery? When did that happen?" "It wasst night. A group of thieves broke in after the store closed andpletely emptied it. And the weirdest part? Nobody heard or saw anything until it was all over." "That''s odd," Ethan remarked, ringing up his items. "Yeah, it really makes you think," Jordan lowered his voice even further, almost as if he were sharing a secret. "What if it wasn''t just ordinary thieves? What if it was, you know, professionals?" Ethanughed a bit at that. "Sounds like you''ve been watching too many heist films." "But hey, you never know," Jordan responded with a wide grin. "The world is full of surprises." Ethan finished paying for his groceries and thanked the cashier before grabbing his bag. He and Jordan stepped back into the street, noticing the cooler air of the evening settling in. Ethan took a moment to enjoy the peaceful atmosphere. As they parted ways, Jordan gave Ethan a few friendly pats on the shoulder and said, "Anyway, I''ll catch youter. Think about the beach, yeah? You could use some time off." Ethan responded, "Yeah, I''ll think about it," even though he wasn''t sure he''d actually be able to make it. Jordan waved goodbye and walked off in the opposite direction, leaving Ethan alone on the quiet street. Ethan adjusted his grip on the grocery bag and started walking back toward his home in Edgewater, his thoughts drifting as they often didtely. The city had a different feel at night. The lights seemed softer, and the usual noises were quieter. For a short while, Ethan felt the heavy burdens of work, family responsibilities, and the constant hustle just a bit lighter. But this moment of relief was brief. As he got closer to his apartment building, the harsh reality of his daily life came flooding back. Taking a deep breath, Ethan climbed the stairs, mentally preparing himself for another long night. Chapter 2 Wishes Granted Ethan gently pushed the creaky door open and stepped into the cozy, albeit small, apartment he called home. The moment he entered, he was greeted by a familiar scent¡ªa mix of a musty aroma and a trace of the dinner his mom had prepared earlier. "I can''t believe I skipped lunch," Ethan mused with a slight smile, his hunger making itself known through a rumble in his stomach. He set the grocery bag he was carrying onto the kitchen counter, taking a moment to look around the dimly lit room. It wasn''t much, but filled with memories and a sense of belonging. The peeling wallpaper, the old sofa propped up by a stack of books, and the kitchen light that flickered annoyingly all screamed ''home.'' Just as he was settling into thefort of being back, Ethan''s attention was drawn to the sound of arguinging down the hallway. A wave of disappointment washed over him as he realized his parents were fighting again. "I''m doing everything I can, Elise! What do you want me to do, pull money out of thin air?" he heard his father''s voice, sharp with frustration. "And what am I supposed to do, Aaron? I''m working double shifts, but it''s still not enough! We''re behind on rent, the kids need stuff for school, and Ethan''s job barely pays him anything," his mother retorted, her voiceden with weariness and stress. Ethan was rooted to the spot, his stomach churning with anxiety. His parents'' argument was bing all too familiar, fueled by their worsening financial strain. Aaron''s dad had a stable job at the local factory, but the pay was barely enough. His mom, Elise, worked as a nurse, often taking on extra shifts to help make ends meet. Despite their hard work, it never seemed to be enough. The whole family was feeling the pressure. The situation got even tougher when Ethan''s younger siblings, Lily, who was twelve, and fourteen-year-old Jacob, went back to school. They were both smart kids, but school brought extra expenses like new clothes, supplies, and fees for after-school activities that the family could hardly afford. Ethan was pained to see his parents struggling so much. He did his best to contribute with his part-time job, but it was barely enough to cover the essentials. Ethan let out a quiet sigh as he began to put away the groceries, doing his best not to make any noise. He didn''t want to identally walk into another argument. Despite his deep love for his family, the ongoing financial stress took a toll on everyone. "Is it possible to ask Ethan to help more?" he overheard his father''s voice break the silence. "He''s twenty now, old enough to start contributing more." "He''s already working two jobs, Aaron," Elise, his mother, responded with a gentler tone. "He''s doing all he can. We can''t expect him to solve all our problems." There was a pause before she continued, "Plus, he''s still in school. I don''t want us to overwhelm him. Our son will have a bright future if he manages to graduate." Hearing this, Ethan felt his grip on the milk carton tightens. He understood his dad meant no harm, but the pressure of being the eldest child was a constant burden. No matter how hard he worked, it seemed never enough to lift the financial strain off his family. Then, a loud crash came down the hall, followed by his father swearing softly. Ethan flinched; he knew his dad was just venting his frustration, but the anger in his voice still sent a wave of guilt through him. "I''m going to figure something out," he heard his dad say quietly. "I''ll ask around at work, see if there are any extra shifts or side jobs I can take on." "Aaron, you can''t keep pushing yourself to the limit," Elise''s voice was worried. "The kids need you. I need you." Listening to his mother''s words, Ethan felt his heart sink. They were all trying their best, yet the world''s weight was often on their shoulders. Fed up with the constant tension, he put the groceries down and went to the living room, feeling as if each step was heavier than thest. He couldn''t bear the strain any longer. When he walked in, he saw his parents on either end of the couch, looking utterly drained. "I''m home," he announced, more softly than usual. His mom''s eyes, weary from exhaustion, lit up a bit when she saw him. "Hey, honey. Did you manage to get everything?" "Yeah," he answered, scratching the back of his neck. He caught his dad''s gaze; he was staring at the ground, deep in thought. "Is everything¡­ okay?" Elise tried to smile, but her eyes betrayed her. "We''re fine, Ethan. Just having a discussion." "Discussion," Aaron interjected bitterly, shaking his head. "Feels more like an argument." Ethan felt awkward, standing there, not knowing what to say. The air was thick with tension like a storm waiting to erupt. Suddenly, Ethan blurted, "I''m just so tired of this." His parents turned to him, taken aback by his sudden outburst. Ethan wasn''t known to intervene in their arguments. He usually stayed quiet, aiming not to burden them further. But tonight, he reached his breaking point. "I''m tired of living like this," he said, his voice growing louder with frustration. "We''re always just getting by, constantly worried about money. It feels like¡­ we''re stuck."n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om Tears began forming in his eyes as he said, "I''m doing everything I can, but it''s never enough. Nothing''s ever enough." Elise''s eyes also filled with tears, though she remained silent. Aaron just looked at his son, his face showing no emotion. "I just¡­ I just wish¡­" Ethan''s fists clenched tight, his frustration and anger bubbling inside him. "I just wish I had unlimited money. Then we wouldn''t have to worry about any of this. I could fix everything. We could all live the way we''re supposed to." His words echoed around the room, leaving a heavy silence in their wake. Suddenly, a loud crack of thunder broke the silence, shaking their modest home, and was quickly followed by a heavy downpour. For a short while, nobody spoke. Ethan felt a flush of embarrassment on his cheeks. He knew it was foolish to wish for something unrealistic, but he couldn''t help it. He was simply exhausted. Exhausted from the endless struggle. Exhausted from watching his family slowly crumble. Aaron sighed deeply and ran his hand through his graying hair, breaking the silence. "I know, son," he said softly. "I know." Ethan turned away, unable to look into his father''s eyes, fearing the disappointment he might find there. He knew his father also wished for a better life, but they both knew there was no magic solution. Despite their hard work, their situation seemed unchangeable. However, the rain temporarily relieved their strained atmosphere. *** Hourster, after everyone had gone to bed, Ethan found himself lying on his bed in his tiny room, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. The rain continued to pour down heavily outside, its loud pattering sound bing another reason Ethan couldn''t fall asleep. The anger that had bubbled within him earlier had now seeped away, leaving a deep, hollow sense of helplessness. His family faced tough times, and he felt powerless to make significant changes. Ethan reached for his phone to distract himself, hoping some mindless scrolling might help him drift off to sleep. However, a strange notification appeared as soon as he unlocked his screen. "Wait a minute¡­ Is this a virus?" he muttered to himself. Despite his attempts to close the notification, it stubbornly remained on the screen. The notification showed [Unlimited System]. "What the heck is this¡­" Ethan muttered, his curiosity piqued by the notification. He tapped on it several times, but nothing seemed to happen. Suddenly, another notification appeared. [System Activation Complete] "What the...?" Ethan muttered, sitting in bed, puzzled by the unexpected message on his phone. He hadn''t signed up for anything, yet a notification imed otherwise. Curious, he tapped on it, and a new screen popped up. [Congrattions, Ethan Cole. You have been chosen as the sole recipient of the Unlimited System.] Ethan blinked, taken aback. Was this some kind of joke? A spam message or even a scam? He tried to close the screen, but it stubbornly remained in ce. Then, another message appeared. [Unlimited System Activated. Initial reward: Unlimited Money. Current bnce: $1,000,000,000.] His heart skipped a beat. A billion dors? This had to be some sort of prank. "Who''s messing with me right now?" he wondered aloud. Considering his background as a student and programmer, Ethan knew a skilled hacker could pull off such a trick. But the question lingered: why him? The notification vanished, leaving Ethan free to open his banking app. With trembling hands, he navigated to his ount bnce. [ount Bnce: $1,000,000,000] "What in the world am I seeing..." he whispered, disbelief coloring his tone. There it was, clear as day: one billion dors in his ount. It seemed impossible. How could this be real? Just then, another message appeared on his screen. [The system has limited your initial ount bnce to avoid triggering suspicion. The funds are recorded as an investment from arge corporation to prevent bank intervention. This is only the beginning.] Ethan was overwhelmed with questions. Why would anyone invest in him, and how could suddenly having a billion dors not raise rms at the bank? Before he could digest this, another message appeared on his phone screen. ===== [New Mission Unlock: Improve Your Status] [Description: Use the resources you have to better your life and the lives of your family. Complete missions to gain experience and unlock more abilities.] ===== Ethan was speechless. His phone showed something unbelievable. Earlier, he had vented about wanting endless money, and now, it seemed like his wish hade true. Despite how impossible it seemed, his ount bnce was there as proof. His head was spinning with countless questions, but one thing was undeniable; if this was real, his life was about to change in unimaginable ways. Lying back down, Ethan felt a sense of possibility washed over him, recing his previous exhaustion. Ethan was staring at his screen in disbelief. He navigated several menus, uncovering options for missions, skills, and, surprisingly, a status panel showing his attributes. It felt like something straight out of a video game, yet it was too surreal to be just that. His hands shook as he clicked to view his ount bnce again. [ount Bnce: $1,000,000,000] There it was, staring back at him - an absurd, seemingly impossible figure. "Okay, this has to be some kind of scam," Ethan muttered. "But thank you for adding some excitement to my life." He put his phone down and rubbed his eyes, trying to dispel the feeling that he was ensnared in a peculiar dream. His mind was cloudy, as if hovering between reality and fantasy. Yet, the screen''s image remained clear and vivid, as tangible as anything else in his life. Ethan hesitantly picked up his phone again, his gaze fixed on the bnce. If this was indeed real... if this unbelievable event was actually happening... what then? Hey back on his bed, his heart racing. Sleep was out of the question now. His life could have taken a turn he never imagined possible. He remembered his mother''s voice from earlier, advising him not to overwork himself, to embrace life, and to cherish his youth. Ethan nced at his phone again, scrolling through the system''s options. Missions, rewards, and enhancements were all presented like a smorgasbord of unimaginable choices. For the first time, he had the opportunity to alter everything. "I''ll check again after I wake up to see if it is still there." Despite the whirlwind of thoughts, he eventually drifted off to sleep. Chapter 3 It Couldnt Have Been Real Ethan awoke to the gentle buzz of the city life outside his window. Dawn''s early light seeped through the curtains, softly illuminating his cramped and messy room. "What... time is it?" he mumbled to himself. Sitting up slowly, memories from the night before flooded back, causing his heart to race. His gaze quickly shifted to his phone on the nightstand. ''It couldn''t have been real, could it?'' Eager for answers, Ethan grabbed his phone and unlocked it. To his astonishment, the screen disyed the interface of the Unlimited System. The very same system that had indicated he now had ess to a billion dors. A shiver of excitement ran through him. Determined whether this was reality or just a strange dream, Ethan decided there was only one way to confirm it. "Let''s test it," he whispered, his hands trembling slightly as he opened an online shopping website and headed straight for the digital games section. He browsed through the game listings, adding to his cart some of the most expensive titles he had always wished for but never imagined he could afford. At the checkout screen, Ethan saw a jaw-dropping total of $3,500. Hesitating, he lingered on the "purchase" button, his thumb suspended. "This is insane," he thought, wrestling with the decision. "What if I''m wrong?" Yet his curiosity improved, and he pressed "purchase." For a brief moment, his heart seemed to freeze in his chest. As the loading icon spun, Ethan held his breath in anticipation. Then, suddenly, the transaction wasplete. [Transaction sessful.] A confirmation email popped up immediately. Everything had gone through without a hitch¡ªno alerts, no errors, just a smooth transaction. Ethan had just spent $3,500 on games, which he had effortlessly paid despite insufficient funds to cover the purchase. Shocked yet intrigued, Ethan realized he needed more evidence, something more conclusive, to test the system''s limits. He quickly searched and found a custom-built gaming PC, a high-end gaming chair, and a desk totaling over $9,000, which was far beyond what he could typically afford. Without a second thought, he added the entire setup to his cart and clicked "purchase" again. "I''ll worry about where to set up thister," he said. Again, the loading wheel spun. Ethan''s stomach churned with nerves. What if it didn''t work? What if it had all been a fluke? But then¡ªanother confirmation. [Transaction sessful.]n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om Ethan was in shock. Holding his phone, he could hardly believe what he saw on the screen. It was all real. The system that promised unlimited money wasn''t a scam. The money was actually there! "What''s actually happening?" Ethan wondered aloud, setting his phone down with utmost care. His mind raced with what this could mean. A mix of excitement and disbelief surged through him. This wasn''t a dream or a figment of his imagination. He really did have ess to unlimited money. However, he knew he had to keep this a secret for now. Taking a deep breath, Ethan swung his legs off the bed and stood up, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions inside him. He had to act like everything was normal, even though his life had changed dramatically. "I should help my parents first," Ethan thought. Quietly, he opened his bedroom door and stepped into the hallway. Theforting sounds of his home¡ªdishes clinking and his parents'' voices softly conversing in the kitchen¡ªgreeted him. His mother was busy making breakfast, and he saw his father flipping through the morning newspaper at the dining table. When Ethan walked into the kitchen, he saw his dad, Aaron, intently searching through newspaper job ads, marking some with a pen. Aaron''s face showed signs of wear and worry, indicating he was intensely focused on finding a solution to a tough problem. "Morning," Ethan said, trying to sound rxed. His dad briefly looked up and responded, "Morning, son," before returning to his job hunt with a sigh, turning to the next page of the newspaper. Ethan''s mom, Elise, was busy at the stove, preparing eggs and bacon. She looked over and gave Ethan a warm smile. "You''re up early. Sleep well?" she asked. "Yeah," Ethan lied, having spent a restless night worrying about the activated system. "It smells great in here." "Breakfast will be ready in a bit. Your brother and sister will wake up soon," she said, focusing back on the stove. Right then, Ethan''s younger siblings, Lily and Jacob, came into the kitchen, still in their pajamas and looking sleepy. Lily managed to smile a sleepy smile for Ethan and sat down while Jacob went straight to the fridge to get some juice. "Morning, sleepyhead," Ethan joked, yfully ruffling Lily''s hair as she passed him. Lily nced at him, too groggy to respond; the early morning wake-ups were not her thing. Taking a seat at the table, Ethan''s heart was racing. He took a moment to observe his father, who was engrossed in circling another job ad in the newspaper. ''Don''t worry anymore, Dad. This will all be over soon,'' Ethan silently promised himself. He was determined to finish his mission quickly, to better his and his family''s lives. They had been through enough hardships, particrly his parents. Now was their time to live happily and without stress. They had earned it, after all. For months, the tension of financial worries and the constant hunt for more work had lingered over them. Ethan saw how hard his father worked, and it pained him to see him struggle so much. But now, he had a chance to change everything. He could lift the burden off his parents'' shoulders. Yet, exining it would be difficult. How could he casually say, "Hey, I''ve juste into a billion dors; it''s no big deal"? His train of thought was suddenly broken by the sound of dishes ttering as his mom set a te of eggs and bacon in front of him. "Eat up; you''ve got a long day ahead," she said, smiling. Ethan nodded, his mind still preupied. He ate quietly, his thoughts racing with what was toe. The excitement of the morning purchases still buzzed under his skin, but he forced himself to stay calm, to act like everything was normal. After breakfast, Lily and Jacob shuffled into the living room, the television clicking on as they settled on the worn couch. Ethan watched them for a moment, his heart tightening. They were too young to understand the full extent of the stress over the family, but Ethan knew they could sense it. The constant worry about money, the tension that sometimes boiled over into arguments, wasn''t lost on them. Ethan picked at his food, his mind racing. After a few minutes, as the sound of cartoons filled the background and his parents sat down to eat, he decided he couldn''t wait any longer. "Mom, Dad," he began, his voice steady but filled with a quiet urgency, "how much do we need for rent and bills this month? Exactly?" Both his parents looked at him, confused. His mother furrowed her brow. "Why do you want to know that?" Ethan, trying to keep his voice light, said, "I just¡­ I want to help. We''ve been stretching every dor, and I want to do more. Maybe take some of the load off." Aaron, his brow furrowed in concern, responded, "Ethan, you''re already doing so much. You''re juggling two jobs and your studies." With a concerned look, he added, "You shouldn''t have to worry about covering the rent or the bills on top of that." Ethan faced his father, a mix of guilt and determination stirring within him. He didn''t want to see his dad take on another job, nor did he want his mom to work overtime to make ends meet. ''I can fix this,'' he thought to himself. He needed to convince them. Turning to his mother, Ethan persisted, "Mom, please. Just let me know how much we need." After sharing a look with Aaron, Elise replied, "The rent is behind by $2,500 and for the utilities and groceries for the rest of the month... it''s probably close to another $1,000." Ethan quickly calcted the amount: $3,500. It was just a tiny part of what he now had at his disposal. Looking at his parents, he saw their weariness and stress. They couldn''t even imagine how easy it would be for him to solve this problem. "I''ll take care of it," Ethan said, quiet but determined. His father, surprised, put his fork down and looked at him. "What do you mean, ''take care of it''?" Then, making direct eye contact with Ethan, his father''s expression was one of concern. He had asked his wife if Ethan could contribute, but he was hesitant to impose any burden on his son. Aaron, Ethan''s father, sighed deeply and said, "Ethan, that''s not your responsibility. I''ve been looking for additional work, and your mom''s taking on extra shifts at the clinic. We''ll get through this like we always do." "No, Dad, I''m serious," Ethan insisted, pulling out his phone. With his heart pounding, Ethan opened his banking app, which he had used earlier that day for some purchases. His ount bnce was still substantial, unaffected by his earlier spending. "I''ve got this." Aaron had a concerned look on his face as he began to speak to Ethan. "Ethan¡ª" But Ethan didn''t let his father finish. Instead, he quickly pressed a few buttons and started a bank transfer. Wanting to ensure his parents had enough, he sent double the amount his mother had mentioned. $7,000. He had sent money before, so his father''s bank details were already stored in his phone. Momentster, Ethan''s phone vibrated with a message. [Transaction sessful] Looking up at his parents, Ethan could feel his heart racing. "Check your ount," he urged. Aaron and Elise shared a look of confusion, but Aaron picked up his phone with a sigh. He opened his banking app, squinting as he clicked through to see his ount bnce. Then he stopped,pletely taken aback. "What¡­?" Aaron''s voice was barely a whisper as he looked at the screen in shock. Elise leaned in, her hand flying to her mouth in surprise. "Ethan, where did thise from?" Ethan couldn''t help but smile, feeling a burden lift off his shoulders. "It''s okay. I''ve got it covered. You don''t have to worry anymore." His parents were speechless, their initial confusion slowly turning into a mix of relief and amazement. They couldn''t understand how or why, but they felt the pressure lift for the first time in a long while. And for Ethan, this was just the start. Chapter 4 Questions and Answers Ethan was sitting at the kitchen table, trying his hardest to remain calm. His parents were looking at him with confusion, disbelief, and worry. His dad, Aaron, was sitting stiffly, arms crossed tightly across his chest. Meanwhile, his mom, Elise, was standing near the counter, still holding the phone that showed the notification about therge amount of money Ethan had transferred earlier in the day. "Ethan," his father started, his voice solemn and low, "where did this moneye from?" Elise added, "Yes, Ethan. We need you to be honest with us. This is a significant amount of money, Ethan." Ethan felt a lump in his throat. He knew this conversation wasing. Considering how much his family had been struggling financially, it was hard to believe he could have such money. And now, after Ethan''s transfer¡ªamounting to what his parents would earn in three monthsbined¡ªhis parents were understandably concerned. Elise''s eyes were wide with worry as she asked, "Ethan, you didn''t borrow this, did you? Please tell us you didn''t get mixed up with loan sharks or anything illegal." Ethan quickly shook his head. "No, Mom, it''s nothing like that. I didn''t borrow it. It''s from the university." Aaron looked even more confused. "From the university? You''re saying the part-time tutoring job there pays this much?" "No, not the tutoring," Ethan exined, trying to keep his voice even. He knew he needed to make them believe him. "It''s a payment for a project. A big project." Aaron and Elise looked at each other with skepticism. Elise finally put the phone down, although her hands still shook slightly. "Ethan," Aaron''s voice grew firmer, showing his need for rity, "what kind of project is this exactly?" He looked intently at his son, searching his eyes for honesty. "This amount of money isn''t something you''d earn from part-time work." Ethan stayed quiet, not letting his calm demeanor waver. Aaron continued, "You can''t expect us to believe that a few shifts at the shop or tutoring could you ten thousand dors overnight. And it''s definitely not from a university project." Taking a deep breath, Ethan tried to keep his cool. He had spent the morning rehearsing his story, findingfort in the sliver of truth at its core. "I''m being honest," Ethan carefully began. "It''s rted to the faculty. Theputer science department, to be precise." His parents waited silently for him to exin further. "They needed my help with a project¡ªa new digital portal for the faculty''s library." Seeing his parents'' softened expressions, Ethan felt encouraged. Known as a top student and a consistent achiever, it wasn''t far-fetched for the faculty to entrust him with a significant project. His mother still looked concerned, but her anxiety seemed to diminish slightly. Ethan pressed, "You know I''m proficient in coding and programming. I''ve done frence work, but this project is a big deal." "But why would they pay you so much? And choose you over a professionalpany?" Elise questioned. Ethan replied confidently, "The faculty needed a custom portal for managing digital resources efficiently. Hiring apany would have been excessively expensive." "I see¡­" Aaron raised an eyebrow. "So, they approached you for this task instead of a professional agency?" Ethan nodded, feeling more assured. "Exactly. They knew an agency would cost them a fortune. So, they offered me the job, paying me a fraction of that amount¡ªabout ten percent." Aaron stroked his chin, mulling it over. "So, the faculty is paying you over ten thousand dors for this?" "Yes," Ethan confirmed. "They needed it urgently, and given my involvement in tech on campus, they believed I was up for the challenge. I requested some of the payment upfront to get started." Ethan''s mother''s expression softened. "But Ethan, ten thousand dors for a university project seems excessive, doesn''t it?" Ethan shrugged nonchntly. "I had the same thought initially. But considering what they''d have to pay an externalpany, it started to make sense."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om Elise relentlessly asked, "How much does the agency normally charge?" She was anxious, trying to convince herself that her son hadn''t engaged in anything illegal. "The agencies they were considering usually charge between eighty to over a hundred thousand for a project like this. So, paying me more than ten grand is a huge saving for them." Ethan could tell his father was skeptical, but he also noticed a shift toward eptance as he exined. With his understanding of the tech world, Aaron knew that significant funds could be involved in programming and software development, especially for projects aimed at reducing costs for universities or businesses. "And they already sent you the money?" Aaron''s voice still carried a hint of doubt. Ethan confirmed with a nod, "I only noticed ittest night after heading to my room. I didn''t expect it to hit my ount so quickly, but they''re eager to get started. I asked for an advance, and they agreed." His mother then approached the table, sitting down slowly opposite Ethan. Her expression softened, blending relief with residual worry. "Ethan, are you sure this is okay? We''re more than grateful, but it''s a lot of money. And considering you''re still in school, isn''t this too much pressure?" she inquired. Despite his racing heart, Ethan reassured her with a smile, "Mom, I can handle it. I''ve been involved in simr work for years. It will not only work out, but it''ll also aid my studies. It''s a win-win situation." Aaron leaned back, releasing a long sigh, finally showing signs of belief. "Do you genuinely believe you can manage a project of this scale?" He added another concern, "Beyond your motivation, I mean the money you''ve given us... Are you sure you''ll be alright?" Ethan confidently nodded, "Absolutely. I''ve alreadypleted half the nning. Coding is the straightforward part for me." He then shared a loving look with his parents, "Moreover, being able to support you both makes everything much more manageable for me." After a moment of contemtion, Aaron slowly nodded, "Alright. I''ll trust your judgment. Thank you, Ethan." Ethan felt immense relief. He had seeded in reassuring them, at least for the moment. Still slightly worried, his mother managed a faint smile and squeezed Ethan''s hand, "We trust you. But remember, if it ever bes too much, you must tell us. We don''t want you overburdened." "I promise," Ethan assured, though his mind was already racing with thoughts of the system being the real challenge ahead. ess to such a substantial amount of money and its possibilities was exhrating. Yet, he knew he had to maintain hisposure. Standing up, his father stretched and yawned. "Well, this changes everything for us," he said with a small, content smile. I guess I don''t need to look for extra work today." Ethan chuckled, "Nope. I''ve got us covered for a while." "Thank you so much, Ethan," his parents expressed their gratitude. They shared a look of relief, visibly rxing for the first time in a long while. The financial strain that burdened the family for years was finally lifted, all thanks to a simple money transfer. Chapter 5 The Unlimited System Ethan Cole stepped outside into the cool morning, the sky a mix of soft blues and pale yellows. "It''s a good day today," Ethan said, taking a deep breath. Though the air wasn''t fresh because he lived in the city''s lower parts, it felt good to be outside. He looked around. Novan City was just starting to wake up; the streets were not yet crowded with the usual rush of people. Ethan adjusted his backpack and started walking to the bookstore, but his mind was not on the day ahead. ''Unlimited System... I haven''t really explored the system yet,'' Ethan thought. His thoughts weren''t about work or bills but about something unbelievable he had in his pocket¡ªthe system. It had been less than a day since his life changedpletely. A billion dors. And not just once¡ªa never-ending supply of money. No matter how much he spent or moved around, his ount always returned to that unbelievable amount. His bnce never went below $1,000,000,000. ''I wonder how the system keeps the bnce without the bank noticing. Or maybe they haven''t noticed yet.'' Ethan unlocked his phone, and instead of the usual screen, he saw an interface for something much more incredible. As he walked, he essed the System Panel, which appeared in his vision just as clearly as any app on his phone. "What''s happening?" It was hard to believe. This felt like something out of a fantasy novel he had read. But how was it possible in real life? And why him? He kept asking himself these questions, but no answers came. The system only offered endless possibilities. [ount Bnce: $1,000,000,000] No matter what he did, the number stayed the same. Before he left for work, he had already spent over $12,000 on luxurious items and gifts for his family. But every time he checked, the bnce reset, as if the system was refilling his money from some invisible source. "Where''s iting from?" Ethan wondered out loud, his breath visible in the chilly air. "Is it really just¡­ endless?" He decided not to question it too much. This was his new reality, and the system had chosen him, for better or worse. Ethan realized there was no point in worrying about things beyond his control. He needed to figure out the system''s capabilities and, more importantly, what it expected from him. Approaching the bookstore, Ethan began to explore other features avable to him, flipping through them like options in a video game. He was conscious of not wanting to appear odd, especially since the panel was visible in front of him. He thought, ''Maybe there''s a way to view it on my phone instead, so it looks more natural?'' Just as he hoped, the panel''s disy switched to his phone. ===== [Status Panel] Name: Ethan Cole Level: 1 EXP: 500 / 1000 Ascension Points: 0 Wealth: Unlimited Physical Stats: Strength: 4 Speed: 5 Endurance: 4 Intelligence: 15 Charisma: 5 Skills: [None Unlocked] ===== Ethan gazed at the Status Panel, which neatly disyed his physical attributes and the progress needed to level up. He could not help but sigh. "I''m that weak¡­" Right now, Ethan was just an ordinary guy. His Strength and Endurance were average, merely sufficient for daily tasks. His Intelligence, slightly above the norm due to years of studying, contrasted sharply with his subpar Charisma. "No surprise there," Ethan said, managing a smile. Charm and sociability had never been his strong suits. Yet, he saw the growth potential. Interestingly, his experience points (EXP) gradually increased, though Ethan couldn''t pinpoint the exact reason. Was it from spending money? Completing daily tasks? Since the system''s activation, he hadn''t done anything significant other than spending money and helping his family. Still, his EXP was nheless on the rise. ''I''ll figure this outter.'' Ethan was intrigued by the idea that leveling up might unlock further aspects of the system and was keen to explore the possibilities. ===== [Missions Panel] Current Mission: Improve Your Status Objective: Utilize the system''s resources to better your life and those around you. Reward: 1,000 EXP, 10 Ascension Points ===== "How do Iplete this mission?" The mission statement was broad, suggesting improvement, from upgrading his living situation to acquiring luxurious items for his family. This mission had been there from the start, offering a broad scope for action.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om Improving his status seemed straightforward, yet it held immense potential. Ethan realized that the system''s aim wasn''t solely about umting wealth. Money was merely a means to an end¡ªa tool to help him and his family escape their longstanding financial struggles. "I''ll start with clothes and rece a few things first," Ethan decided aloud. He nned to gradually update their wardrobe and furniture and improve their diet, among other changes. Ethan was cautious not to overwhelm his family with a transformation that was too rapid. Still, he recognized the urgency of bettering their circumstances. Next, Ethan pondered over Ascension Points, which was still a mystery. How would earning them impact his life? The possibilities seemed endless as he navigated to the next panel. ===== [Shop Panel] Avable Items: 1. Basic Strength Potion (1 Ascension Point) 2. Speed Booster (1 Ascension Point) 3. Charisma Upgrade (1 Ascension Point) 4. Intelligence Upgrade (1 Ascension Point) [Locked Items ¨C Level Up Required] ===== Ethan was amazed by the Shop Panel. "This is just like a game¡­" The array of potions, upgrades, and boosts avable for a few Ascension Points suggested the system offered him a chance to transform himself in various ways. It seemed almost too good to be true. However, ess to the shop depended on earning Ascension Points throughpleting missions. "Ascension Points, EXP¡­ It''s all connected," Ethan mused as he walked towards the bookstore. He began to grasp how the system intended to propel him forward. It wasn''t merely about financial gain or livingfortably. The system was designed to enhance his life in a moreprehensive manner. ===== [Notifications Panel] 1. The system has replenished your funds. 2. New Mission Unlocked: Expand Your Network ===== "Expand yourwork?" Ethan paused, intrigued by the new mission notification. He clicked into it. ===== [New Mission: Expand Your Network] Objective: Forge meaningful connections with influential individuals. Establish awork to boost your status. Number of connections (0/2) Reward: 1. 2,000 EXP 2. 10 Ascension Points ===== Ethan felt his pulse quicken. This mission marked a departure from the self-improvement tasks thus far. The system was now urging him to build rtionships with others, hinting at a broader scheme he hadn''t yet grasped. "Influential individuals¡­" he pondered, considering his current acquaintances. His family, friends, and even his bookstore boss didn''t fit the bill of being influential. This new challenge towork seemed daunting but promised to unlock doors to realms beyond his current existence. ''Who does the system consider influential?'' Ethan had much to contemte but chose to take it one step at a time. As he approached the bookstore, his mind buzzed with thoughts of the system. He was beginning to grasp the magnitude of what he''d been given, but one thing was clear: his life was no longer solely his to control. It was in the hands of the system now. And the system was just getting started. Chapter 6 Opportunity Knocks "One¡­ Two¡­ Three!" As Ethan lifted the bookstore''s ancient metal shutters, they rattled loudly, breaking the quiet morning silence. He thought to himself, ''No wonder I was rated this way. In reality, I''m not that strong.'' However, he couldn''t help but chuckle at the thought. Looking around outside, Ethan noticed the area was almost empty, with just a few early birds passing by, coffee in hand. When he entered the bookstore, he was greeted by the familiar smell of old books and the slightly musty scent of worn carpets. But today was going to be a day of change for Ethan. He didn''t n on staying here much longer. The opportunities he had been given made this job seem like a leftover from his past life, one he didn''t need anymore. He had already nned what to say to his boss. He would hand in his resignation and leave this routine behind. ''I''ll have to figure out my next stepster. I have about fourteen weeks of break time left,'' Ethan thought to himself.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om Yet, as he walked behind the counter, he felt a strange emotion. It wasn''t exactly guilt. It was more of an odd realization that this job had been his safety for so long, and now he was about to let it go. He wondered if his new opportunities would truly rece the security this job had provided. Shaking off the thought, Ethan was brought back to the present as the front door chimed. A customer entered, shaking off the cold of the morning. Looking up, Ethan saw a middle-aged man with an unkempt appearance holding a stack of papers. The man''s tiredness was evident, the result of long work nights and too little sleep. "Morning," the man grumbled, his voice rough. "I need four copies of these printed. Quickly." "Sure, I can take care of that for you," Ethan replied, taking the papers and moving toward the small copier in the back. The man internally berated himself for forgetting to print these at home, relieved the bookstore still offered such services. Despite technological advancements and printers'' affordability, not everyone had ess to them, keeping the bookstore''s service relevant. As the copier started, Ethan couldn''t help but nce at the top sheet. It was a proposal titled "Project Proposal for Novan City Food Delivery App¡ª$500,000 Funding Required." His interest was immediately piqued. A food delivery app for the city seemed like a promising venture, especially in a growing metropolis like Novan City, which has an increasing demand for digital solutions tailored to local businesses. Ethan thought about the potential of the project and his own financial situation. ''This could be a way to invest without raising questions about my wealth.'' Considering offering his help, Ethan hesitated, aware that his young age and part-time job might not make the best impression. But the idea kept nagging at him until he finally spoke up. "I am sorry for asking, sir. Is this for a food delivery app?" The man looked up, visibly annoyed by Ethan''s curiosity. "Yeah. What of it?" Ethan paused briefly before taking a step forward. "Actually, I''m a programmer. I''ve worked on some app projects in the past. Something like this could really take off in Novan City. Are you still in need of developers and investors?" The man''s expression turned more suspicious, his eyes narrowing. "And why should that concern you? You don''t look like you have $500,000 just lying around to invest in something like this." Ethan let out an awkward chuckle, trying to ease the tension. "Well, I might not have the funds myself, but I know someone who might be interested... and I''m pretty close with him." The man''s eyebrows lifted in anticipation of more information. "Oh? And who might that be?" Ethan quickly crafted a lie, "My university professor''s been involved in several major projects recently. He might be open to funding something like this." Luckily, the man seemed to buy Ethan''s story, so Ethan added, "And I''ve done some programming for the university and on personal projects. I can handle the development side of things." The man looked at Ethan with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. "You''re serious?" "Absolutely," Ethan replied with unexpected confidence. "I can show you some of my work if you''d like." The man seemed to ponder Ethan''s words, studying his face as if to gauge his honesty. Finally, he gestured for Ethan to go ahead. The man was truly interested not in Ethan''s programming skills but in the possibility of the professor''s investment. Finding funding for the app had been challenging, as starting such a venture required significant capital for development and marketing before any profit could be realized. "Show me what you''ve got," the man said. Ethan quickly pulled up some of his past app projects on his phone. They were mostly simple apps from his coursework or personal projects, but they were well-made and looked professional. "Here''s one example," he said, handing over the phone. "It''s an app for booking the university''s multipurpose hall and sports center." As the man scrolled through Ethan''s apps, his initial skepticism seemed to melt away, reced by genuine interest. "Not bad," he murmured, almost to himself. "Not bad at all." The man was impressed. He could see Ethan''s professionalism and skill. Now believing in Ethan''s capabilities, he thought that having a prototype could make it easier to attract potential investors. Ethan was improvising through the situation, but it was starting to look like his efforts were paying off. He confidently stated, "Like I said, I can handle the development side. I just need some time to arrange a meeting with my professor. If we get the funding, we could start right away." The man he spoke to thought it over, tapping his chin thoughtfully. Then, with a decisive movement, he took a business card from his jacket and handed it to Ethan. "Let''s n for that meeting. My name''s David Turner. I work with local businesses to help boost the city''s economy," said David. He continued, "The goal of this app is to assist small restaurants in surviving against the big chains. I''ve been trying to get this project off the ground for months." Hearing the name "David Turner" made Ethan pause. He knew that name. David was well-regarded in Novan City for his dedication to supporting local businesses through various programs and initiatives to improve small entrepreneurs'' livelihoods. This app wasn''t just another technology project but a crucial part of David''s broader mission to uplift themunity. "I''ve heard of you, sir," Ethan managed to say, trying not to seem too impressed. "You''ve done a lot for the city." A hint of pride shed across David''s face. "I do what I can. But there''s always more work to be done. This app is not just about food delivery. It''s about giving the smaller businesses a chance topete. If sessful, we could create a model to help cities nationwide." Ethan realized the magnitude of what he was getting involved in. He was about to be part of a project with significant implications and the potential to genuinely make a difference. Expanding hiswork, a recent goal of his, suddenly seemed within reach. "I''ll ensure my professor is avable for a meeting as soon as possible, sir," Ethan said, tucking the card away. "And I''ll continue to work on a prototype in the meantime. I''m confident we can make this happen, Mr. Turner." "Drop the formalities. I''m not fond of them. Just call me David... And what''s your name, young man?" "I''m Ethan," he replied, smiling. David nodded, looking hopeful and energized. "Good. I''m eager to see if you can live up to those promises, Ethan. I''m looking forward to it." "Sure, David. I''ll have good news for you soon. It''s just a phone call away to inform my professor," Ethan responded. As David exited the store, Ethan stood still for a moment, feeling the gravity of hismitment. This project was no longer just an abstract app idea. It could potentially change lives in Novan City and maybe even beyond. The bookstore suddenly seemed smaller to Ethan, as if its walls were closing in. His previous ns to resign were pushed aside by the exciting possibilities this new opportunity presented. Despite not knowing exactly how he would aplish it, Ethan felt that anything was possible with the support of the system he was working with. ncing at the System Panel, he noticed a new notification: ===== [New Mission: Deliver Sess] Objective: Sessfully develop andunch the NovanCity Food Delivery App. Reward: 5,000 EXP, 20 Ascension Points ===== Ethan smiled, reassured. The system was already aligning with his next steps. Chapter 7 Breaking the Bank I Ethan was nervously pacing in the bookstore, overwhelmed by his predicament. He had falsely imed his professor was funding his project, but now he faced the daunting task of making that lie seem like the truth. He realized he couldn''t keep up the facade indefinitely. David Turner, the person he was trying to impress, would eventually demand evidence of the funding. Ethan knew he couldn''t afford to be exposed as a liar and lose this chance. As he pondered his options, an idea suddenly struck him. "What if I just¡­ show him the money?" Ethan thought aloud, stopping in his tracks. It seemed straightforward enough. Ethan had a billion dors in his bank ount, with no limits on how much he could use. Why not just withdraw a significant amount and present it to David as proof? But then, Ethan encountered another hurdle. How would he convince a bank to let him withdraw such arge sum of cash? Walking into a bank and requesting hundreds of thousands of dors seemed absurd. Ethan feared he wouldn''t be taken seriously, ridiculed, or, even worse, suspected of criminal activity. Despite these concerns, Ethan believed it was his best option. He knew he had to act quickly, as David wouldn''t wait forever. ncing at the clock, he realized the bank was already open, and he couldn''t dy any longer. Determined, Ethan was ready to move when his boss, Mr. Parker, and some colleagues walked in. Without hesitating, Ethan approached Mr. Parker. "Mr. Parker, can I talk to you for a minute?" Ethan asked, trying to sound calm. Mr. Parker looked intrigued but agreed, "Sure, what''s up?" "I''m resigning. Effective immediately," Ethan stated bluntly, adding, "And here''s $1,000 aspensation for the short notice." Mr. Parker was visibly shocked. "You''re¡­ what? And you''re giving me $1,000?" The coworkers were just as surprised. They all knew the monthly sry for anyone working there was around $750. Still, Ethan offered Mr. Parker $1,000 just to resign on the spot. Ethan took out the money and handed it to his boss. "I need to leave now. I''ve got something urgent to take care of." Still confused, the room fell silent until Mr. Parker epted the money. "Well, I wasn''t expecting this. You sure about this, Ethan?" "Absolutely," Ethan confidently replied. "I''ve got bigger things lined up. Thanks for everything, Mr. Parker." Without waiting for further discussion, Ethan grabbed his backpack and left the bookstore, his heart racing with adrenaline. He was heading to the bank, uncertain what awaited him but ready to face it head-on. *** When Ethan walked into the bank, everything was quiet except for the low conversations of other customers and the background noise of machines working. Ethan went to the counter, where a young woman in her twenties was typing on herputer. She hardly looked up as he approached, making Ethan''s heart beat faster with anticipation. "Good afternoon. How can I help you today?" she asked, sounding uninterested. Ethan took a deep breath before speaking. "I''d like to make a withdrawal." "Sure," she responded without looking up. "How much?" "$500,000," Ethan managed to say calmly. The woman stopped typing suddenly and looked up, a mix of disbelief and annoyance on her face. "Excuse me?" she asked, giving Ethan a skeptical look. She was clearly judging him based on his young appearance and casual dress. "You heard me. I''d like to withdraw $500,000," Ethan repeated, trying to keep his voice steady. A smirk appeared on her face. "Okay, buddy. Is this some kind of prank? Because I''m not in the mood for jokes today." Ethan felt slightly offended by the staff member''s dismissive tone. He noticed her nametag read ''Suzanne.'' "It''s not a joke," said Ethan firmly. "I need the money in cash."n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om Suzanne''s smirk turned into a frown, and she gave Ethan a long look before reluctantly agreeing to check his ount. "Alright, fine. Let me check your ount bnce, and we''ll see how long this little actsts." "Give me your ID," she demanded, her demeanor making the situation even more difficult for Ethan. Despite feeling judged, Ethan knew his unusual request and appearance might have contributed to the skepticism. He handed over his ID, anxious about whether his n would fall through. Suzanne took the ID and started typing. Ethan watched as her indifferent expression slowly turned to shock, her fingers stopping mid-typing as she stared at the screen in disbelief. "What¡­?" she whispered, her eyes wide as if she couldn''t believe what was before her. Suzanne nced at Ethan, questioning the reality of the young man standing before her. As a bank employee, she couldn''t save $60,000 a year. Yet this young man didn''t look like a millionaire with a billion dors in his ount? Ethan watched her reaction with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. "Is everything okay?" he asked, sounding innocent. This was a new experience for him, getting back at those who underestimated him, and he found it deeply satisfying. "You¡ª" She looked up at him, her voice barely above a whisper. "You have over a billion dors in this ount." "Yeah, I know," Ethan replied nonchntly. "So, about that $500,000¡­" Suzanne was momentarily lost for words, her face going white. She quickly recovered, though, apologizing profusely. "I''m sorry, Mr. Cole." She bowed quickly and added, "I-I''ll need to call the manager. Please, wait here." Without waiting for his reply, she rushed off, leaving Ethan at the counter, feeling the adrenaline of the situation. Suzanne was kicking herself internally. ''Why did I react like that?'' She knew that if Ethan made aint, she could be in serious trouble with management. Though they would probably have reacted simrly at first, mistreating someone so wealthy was a serious misstep. After Suzanne left, Ethan could feel the curious and envious stares of the other customers, whispers filling the air. A billion dors? It was a figure most couldn''t even fathom. Some people started to approach Ethan, each with their own agenda, but he paid them no mind. It wasn''t long before a middle-aged man in a sharp suit came over, his face serious but trying to maintain a polite tone. "Mr. Cole, could you pleasee with me to my office?" he asked, his voice betraying a hint of stress under the polite facade. Chapter 8 Breaking the Bank II Ethan nodded, his heart pounding loudly in his ears as he followed the bank manager down a grand hallway. The walls were painted in beautiful colors and adorned with drawings, yet they seemed to close in on him as they walked. He couldn''t stop thinking about how he got here¡ªthe unexpected windfall, the shocking ount bnce, and the request for arge cash withdrawal. It all felt like a dream. At the end of the hallway, the manager stopped in front of an impressive door and opened it, motioning for Ethan to go inside. The room was vast and luxurious, fitting for someone in the manager''s position. However, a single light flickered overhead to Ethan, casting a dim yellow light over a simple desk and two chairs. It seemed like a ce designed to keep secrets rather than share them. "Please, have a seat, Mr. Cole," said the manager, gently closing the door behind him. The sound of the door clicking shut seemed overly serious to Ethan. Ethan took a seat, immediately noticing how ufortably hard the chair was. He tried to appear rxed, lightly tapping his knee with his fingers. The manager, a middle-aged man with beginning-to-thin hair and a barely noticeable smirk, sat down across from him. He sped his hands together on the desk and leaned in a bit. "We''re in an unusual situation here, Mr. Cole," the manager started, speaking slowly as though exining somethingplex to a child. "You see, having a billion dors in your ount and then wanting to take out $500,000 in cash... well, it''s a bit concerning." Ethan''s expression shifted slightly, a crack appearing in his otherwise calm demeanor. He had expected the bank staff to be impressed, respectful, or even slightly intimidated by the massive sum in his ount. Ethan faced a challenging situation with the bank manager, whose tone was condescending. This made it clear that not everyone was swayed by money. "I don''t quite follow what you''re trying to say here," Ethan responded, trying to keep his voice calm. He was bing increasingly anxious, worried that the situation might escte. "It''s my money, and I need it," he stated inly. The manager, however, seemed almost amused by Ethan''s response, his smirk growing wider. "No, no, Mr. Cole," he said, leaning backfortably in his chair. "It doesn''t work that way. When arge amount of money suddenly appears in someone''s ount, especially without any previous signs of wealth, it''s a cause for concern. It raises red gs." Ethan clenched his fists in hisp, though he managed to maintain a neutral face. "Red gs?" he echoed, struggling to keep his voice free of annoyance. He could feel his frustration mounting, upset over being treated like he had done something wrong. The manager sighed as if he was exining something very basic to Ethan. "We need to check a few things, Mr. Cole. This situation could be rted to moneyundering, fraud, or other illegal activities. You surely understand why we have to be cautious." There it was. The usation. There were thinly veiled, but they''re all the same. Ethan''s heart skipped a beat, his pulse quickening. This was precisely what he had feared when he''d requested such arge withdrawal. Ethan had once thought that his new wealth would make life easier and act as a key to unlock all doors effortlessly. Yet, here he was, being used of criminal activity. "Listen," Ethan started, trying to keep his voice steady, though he could feel a tremble beginning to take over. "Don''t use me of something I haven''t done. I might not look the part, but I know my rights. I can sue you for defamation if you continue this." Speaking these words felt awkward to Ethan as if he was reciting lines from a movie rather than speaking from his own conviction. Internally, he was desperately hoping for some intervention, anything to pull him out of this nightmare. The manager, who had been smirking, seemed to pause momentarily, his expression changing slightly as he leaned closer. "Mr. Cole, there''s no need to be defensive," he said, his voice carrying a hint of sharpness that made Ethan uneasy. He added, "We''ve already contacted the corporation that supposedly sent you the funds to verify their validity. Everything will be fine, but we must stick to our procedures. You understand, right?" While the manager was speaking, Ethan felt increasingly anxious. His hands were mmy with sweat, and he felt the moment''s weight pressing heavily on him. He worried about what might happen if they discovered something. Had the system hidden its tracks well enough? Ethan''s mind was a whirlwind of possible oues, each more worrying than thest. He was about to respond when the manager''s phone vibrated on the desk. The noise sharply pierced the room''s tense atmosphere. The manager looked at his phone, his smirk disappearing as he became curious. "This is interesting," he said quietly, opening his phone and typing quickly. A momentter, he showed Ethan the phone screen, showing an email thread. Ethan''s heart raced as he read the message. "The funds are legitimate. We support our investment in Mr. Cole. No further verification is needed." Ethan was stunned. He hadn''t sent that email. He hadn''t even reached out to the corporation himself. The only exnation was that the system had foreseen this situation and intervened to protect him from what could have been a disastrous oue. Realizing the extent to which the system controlled events in his life to keep him safe left Ethan covered in a cold sweat. The manager looked utterly baffled. He obviously couldn''t figure out how the confirmation hade through so quickly, or even at all. His eyes went back and forth between Ethan and the phone''s screen, his suspicion clearly not gone. After a moment of silence, the manager finally spoke. "Well, it appears everything is in order. I''m not sure how, but... the funds are confirmed." Ethan let out a sigh of relief he didn''t even realize he was holding. He felt relieved but knew he wasn''t out of the danger zone yet. He had to keep his cool and act as if he expected this all along. "So," Ethan said, now with a more stable voice, "can I get the money?" The manager took a moment, looking skeptical as if he sensed something was off. But then, he gave a nod. "Yes. We''ll proceed with the withdrawal. However, Mr. Cole, I strongly advise you to consider a wire transfer in the future. It''s quite unusual¡ªand risky¡ªto carry such arge amount of cash." Standing up, Ethan felt the tension start to dissipate. "I''ll remember that," he said with a polite but strained smile. "Thank you." As Ethan headed for the door, the manager called out to him. "Mr. Cole, one more thing." Ethan stopped and turned, his hand on the door handle. The manager was on his feet, offering his hand. "I apologize for the confusion earlier. My name is Charles Weston. And, if you''re interested... I''d like to offer you the chance to be one of our Premier clients at Novan Bank." "Premier?" Ethan responded, a mix of surprise and curiosity in his voice.N?v(el)B\\jnn Charles smiled, his eyes lighting up with the prospect of a new opportunity. "Yes, our exclusive Premier services are avable to individuals with at least $100 million ounts. Given the size of your assets, Mr. Cole, you more than qualify. You''ll have ess to personalized banking services, unique investment opportunities, and more. I''ll send the details over to your email." Ethan paused for a moment. The offer was tempting, especially considering it aligned with his goals of expanding his influence. He knew thatworking and having the right status were vital in his quest. "That sounds interesting," Ethan finally responded with a nod. "Please, send me the details." Leaving the office, Ethan noticed a notification pop up on his phone. ===== [Number of connections (1/2)] ===== A smile yed across Ethan''s lips. It seemed Charles Weston was exactly the type of connection he sought. ''It appears this man is already considered a significant asset for my current status.'' While waiting for the bank staff to finalize his withdrawal, Ethan marveled at the system''s effectiveness. Despite others'' attempts to delve deeper, they seemed to be one step behind, unknowingly safeguarding him. With $500,000 in cash about to be in his possession, Ethan felt ready tounch his ns into action. Chapter 9 Change of Style Ethan had just exited the bank, the sensation of $500,000 in cash weighing down the duffel bag on his shoulder. He thought, "So, this is what it feels like to carry around $500,000." For Ethan, this amount was merely a drop in the bucketpared to his wealth, so the weight didn''t worry him much. He was surprisingly calm, considering how effortlessly everything had unfolded. The n had been executed wlessly, with every step calcted to leave no trace behind, almost as if reality had bent to amodate his will. Now, all that was left was to finalize things with David Turner. Thinking it was time to get in touch, Ethan reached into his pocket, retrieved his phone, and scrolled to David''s contact. He had saved David''s number, fearing the loss of the business card he had been given. With a mix of anticipation and excitement, he dialed David''s number. After a brief wait, he was greeted by David''s familiar voice, answering, "Hello." "Hi, David. It''s me, Ethan. The one you met at the bookstore earlier," Ethan said. David, sounding a bit surprised yet hopeful, responded, "Ethan? I didn''t expect to hear from you so soon. Do you have something for me?" "Yes, I do," Ethan replied, his eyes momentarily flicking to the duffel bag. "I spoke with my professor. He''s interested in your proposal, but we need to meet to discuss it further. I''ve arranged a ce for us to talk. Can you make it in an hour?" Caught slightly off guard by Ethan''s quick actions, David paused before asking, "In an hour? That''s really soon. Where do you want to meet?" Ethan paused to think. With a hefty sum of $500,000, he realized he couldn''t just meet in any ordinary ce like a coffee shop or a diner. The significance of the deal he was about to propose warranted a location that matched its importance. That''s when the perfect idea struck him - the Jerai Royale Hotel. Known for its exceptional exclusivity and service, it seemed like the ideal setting. "How about we meet at the Jerai Royale Hotel? I''ll reserve a private room for us to discuss," Ethan suggested confidently. There was a brief moment of silence before the response came. "Jerai Royale?" David sounded genuinely surprised. "That''s... impressive. I wouldn''t have expected you to choose such a ce." Ethan couldn''t help but smile to himself, pleased with the impression he was making. "See you there in two hours," he confirmed. "Alright, I''ll be there," David agreed, his excitement evident in his voice. As the call ended, Ethan was filled with anticipation. This meeting was crucial and potentially life-changing, and he felt the weight of its importance. However, catching his reflection in a shop window, Ethan realized he was underdressed for his chosen upscale setting. His current look was far from fitting for a man about to negotiate a significant deal; he appeared more like a financially struggling college student. "I need to dress better," Ethan decided aloud. He thought about the styles he had seen in movies or online, aiming for a bnce between overly fancy and too casual. "I''ll have a better idea of what to get once I see what''s avable," he thought. Determined, Ethan headed towards the nearby upscale shopping district. He knew he needed to look the part to make the right impression on David Turner at the Jerai Royale. A smart, stylish outfit would boost his confidence andmand the respect necessary for such an important meeting. *** The Laurel & Co. boutique, nestled among other high-end stores, disyed modern, sophisticated outfits in its windows that immediately caught the eye. As Ethan stepped inside, he was weed by the fresh scent of polished leather and cologne, setting the tone for his shopping experience. A saleswoman quickly approached him, scanning him before offering a warm, polite smile. "Good afternoon. How can I assist you today?" she asked. Feeling slightly out of his element, Ethan looked around before answering. "I need something¡­ smart casual. Something suitable for a business meeting," he exined. "Of course," she responded, guiding him further into the store. Though she had silently judged his style, she kept her demeanor professional and helpful. "We have a selection of tailored jackets, dress shirts, and casual cks that would be perfect for that look. May I suggest starting with this?" the saleswoman offered, selecting a dark navy zer from the rack. Its clean lines and subtle stitching exuded effortless elegance. For aplete look, she paired it with a crisp white shirt and charcoal cks. "That seems nice. I can try it first," Ethan agreed, cing his trust in her expertise. Surprised by Ethan''s polite manner, the saleswoman felt a twinge of guilt for her earlier judgment. "Sure. The changing room is over there," she directed him. As Ethan tried on the outfit, he was pleasantly surprised by his reflection in the mirror. The zer fit him perfectly, and the shirt and cks created a sleek, polished look. He now saw himself as someone who could confidently walk into the Jerai Royale, ready to handle a $500,000 deal. "This will do," he decided, pleased with his transformation. "How does it feel?" the saleswoman asked her gaze intently on him. "Perfect," Ethan responded, his fingers gliding over the fabric. "I''ll take it." The saleswoman''s smile grew, her satisfaction evident. "Would you like to add anything else to your purchase? Maybe a pair of shoes toplete your outfit?" After a brief moment of consideration, Ethan agreed with a nod. "Why not?" Seeing his interest, the saleswoman''s smile broadened. "Great, let''s look for some shoes that will go perfectly with this." *** Now donned in his new outfit, Ethan felt more confident than ever as he made his way to the prestigious Jerai Royale Hotel. He couldn''t help but acknowledge his new look''s massive role in boosting his confidence. "She was of great help. At least I''m looking and feeling much better," Ethan mused. Approaching the grand hotel, its shiny facade stood as a symbol of the wealth and power of its clientele. Stepping inside, Ethan was greeted by the sight of gleaming marble floors and the soft sounds of affluence that filled the air. As he approached the reception desk, a well-dressed concierge looked up. "Good afternoon, sir. How may I assist you today?" he asked. With a steady voice, Ethan replied, "I''d like to book a private room for a business meeting." The concierge, slightly surprised, checked hisputer and said, "Our private rooms are priced at $2,000 per hour. How long will you be needing the room, sir?" Without a moment''s hesitation, Ethan said, "Three hours." Now visibly surprised by Ethan''s nonchnt demeanor, the concierge said, "That will be $6,000, sir. Are you sure¡ª" Ethan didn''t let him finish. "And I''d like to add premium delicacies and drinks. Make it the best you''ve got. Price isn''t an issue." For a moment, the concierge was lost for words. It wasn''t every day someone came in ready to spend like this without a second thought. Quickly regaining hisposure, the concierge confirmed, "Of course, sir. I''ll have our finest selection prepared. That brings your total to $8,000. Shall I charge your card?" Ethan handed over a sleek ck card. The concierge''s eyes widened slightly as the transaction processed smoothly. Once the payment was approved, he returned the card to Ethan with a look of disbelief and said, "Your room will be ready in half an hour, Mr. Cole. If you need anything else, please let us know." "Thank you," Ethan replied, tucking away his card. As Ethan walked away, he thought, ''It feels different to spend like this without worry.'' He couldn''t help but smile, feeling the cash in his duffel bag now justified by the knowledge that his financial backing was solid. Now, in his new attire, with the private room booked and a crucial meeting with David Turner ahead, Ethan felt he was on the verge of achieving something big. Sitting in the private room, his mind buzzed, anticipating what was toe. He realized he wasn''t just pretending anymore but living a new reality. With the support he had, the possibilities seemed endless.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om Chapter 10 The Foundations of Power Ethan satfortably in a luxurious private room, nestled into a soft leather chair. The room was tastefully decorated, with dim lights on the polished mahogany table before him. He nced at the sleek clock on the wall¡ªit was almost time.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om He pulled out his phone and sent a quick message to David Turner. Ethan: [I''m in Private Room No. 5. I''ll be ready when you are.] Feeling satisfied, he leaned back, his mind alive with excitement. He thought about how this meeting could lead to funding other projects for David or hiswork. Ethan also considered how to sessfullyplete the first two missions assigned to him by the Unlimited System. He was eager to increase his status and build awork swiftly. He mused, ''I wanted to test the Ascension Points. I''m curious about the effects of all the items in the shop...'' While he waited, his phone buzzed with a notification. It was an email from Charles Weston at Novan Bank. ''He''s quick,'' Ethan thought with a hint of admiration. To pass the time, he opened his inbox and looked through the promotional materials Charles had sent. The email included a polished presentation on the benefits of bing a Premier client and a video exining the advantages. As Ethan watched the video, he learned about the exclusive perks for Premier clients, such as personalized financial services, better deals, priority support, and exclusive events with some of the wealthiest and most influential people in the region. "This seems good¡­" Ethan thought, intrigued by the idea of mingling with influential figures, especially now that he was fullymitted to his new life. After going through the materials, he quickly replied to Charles. Ethan: [I''m in. Let me know what''s needed to finalize everything.] Charles: [Sure, Mr. Cole. I''ll get it done straight away.] *** Charles pondered, "Who is this young man¡­" He was puzzled by how Ethan suddenly appeared, securing an investment from arge corporation that could threaten their bank. "I need to learn more about him." Closing hisptop, Charles left his office, nning to organize an event to reintroduce himself to Ethan and connect him with other wealthy individuals. Perhaps their bank could benefit from this rtionship. *** Ethan felt another surge of satisfaction. Bing a Premier client would elevate his status even more, opening new doors for him. Then, the door clicked open. David Turner entered, looking around like he expected someone else to be there. His gaze settled on Ethan, and he looked surprised. Clearly, he hadn''t expected Ethan''s transformation. Now dressed with confidence and professionalism, Ethan made David question his expectations. "Ethan," David said, his voice polite but curious. "I was expecting your professor. Isn''t heing?" Ethan stood up to greet him, smiling. "Actually, I made up the story about the professor," he revealed smoothly. David was taken aback, his eyes narrowing as he reassessed Ethan. "What do you mean?! Are you ying games with me?" Despite his skepticism, David stayed. Ethan seemed different¡ªmore refined than before. But something was still off. "What''s this about making up stories? It doesn''t seem right," David thought. Yet, here they were, in one of the city''s most expensive hotels. "I want to fund this project," Ethan said calmly. David sighed heavily and sat down, crossing his arms. "Look, Ethan, no offense, but I''m not sure you can afford this investment. Are you sure you''re not just¡­ ying around?" David decided to listen to the end, keeping an open mind. He''d encountered overly ambitious financiers before, but Ethan was the youngest to approach him like this. Feeling the tension, Ethan knew he had to convince David. He reached down, unzipped his duffel bag, and pulled out stacks of cash¡ªneatly bound piles of bills, showcasing his financial capability. "What do you think now?" he asked,ying the cash on the table, making a bold statement about his readiness to invest. David''s expression was disbelief as he looked at the money before him. "What the¡­?" he uttered in astonishment. With a calm tone, Ethan exined, "This is $500,000. I only mentioned the professor''s story to grab your attention. And this is just the beginning of what I can do." For a brief moment, the room was filled with the sound of a ticking clock, marking a pause in their conversation. David leaned in, his gaze fixed on the money as if trying to understand whaty before him. After a short silence, David finally spoke, his voice low and serious. "You''re serious about this." "Absolutely," Ethan assured him. "If you have any doubts, this money should put them to rest. And you can check with Charles Weston; he knows I can deliver more if needed." "Charles Weston... the manager at our Novan Bank?" David inquired. Ethan nodded, signaling that Charles''s identity wasn''t the issue. "The real question is, are you ready to take the next step with me?" David leaned back, contemting, his initial skepticism now shifting to a mix of admiration and opportunity. He hadn''t anticipated such a move from Ethan, but now, seeing Ethan''smitment, David started to think bigger. "You know, I''ve been considering. This project could be just the start. With your talent and resources," David mused, ncing at the cash and then back at Ethan, "why not think bigger? How about starting apany?" Ethan, taken aback, responded, "Apany?" "Yes," David''s voice grew more excited. "A techpany focused on creating innovative,munity-driven apps that make a difference." Ethan seemed to ponder this new idea, asking, "What''s the catch?" "There''s no catch," David replied earnestly. "You would have the majority stake, of course. Let''s say 80% for you, 20% for me." David rified his position, emphasizing that he did need enough to live on while he wasn''t after the money. His main passion was using such initiatives for charitable purposes. Ethan, who wasn''t particrly focused on the financial gain, was initially fine with a 50-50 split. However, the idea of owning a more significant share and starting apany appealed to him, especially considering his future ns for the money. Upon seeing Ethan''s hesitation, David added, "With you leading, we could build something monumental. Think about it." Starting a techpany hadn''t crossed Ethan''s mind before, but now it seemed like a perfect n. It offered a legitimate way to exin his wealth without arousing suspicion, especially from his parents. Sessful programmers making millions was a familiar story; this could be his chance to live that narrative. A smile slowly formed on Ethan''s face. "Apany... That''s an interesting idea. Let''s do it." David nodded, pleased. "Perfect. You''ll be the chairman, and I''ll manage the operational and charitable aspects. This will allow you to focus on expansion." Ethan felt a rush of excitement. With David''s experience and his own resources, the possibilities seemed endless. "I like it," Ethan said, energized by the n. "Let''s get started." David grinned, satisfied with their agreement. "I''ll start on the paperwork. You won''t regret this, Ethan. We''re going to change the game." As they shook hands, Ethan felt the future''s possibilities weighing on him - not as a burden, but as empowering potential. The power he had always dreamed of was now within his reach. ===== [Number of connections (2/2)] ===== [Mission Completed: Expand Your Network] Reward: 1. 2,000 EXP 2. 10 Ascension Points ===== And with that, Ethan realized how smoothly things were falling into ce. Chapter 11 Mark, Zidan and the Gang Ethan walked out of the Opulence Royale Hotel, his thoughts buzzing from his recent meeting with David Turner. The deal was finalized, and he will soon be the majority shareholder of NovaTech Innovations, his own techpany. It was almost dreamlike, realizing he was on the verge of starting something that could transform his life and his family''s. Leaving the hotel, Ethan felt an odd difort. The duffel bag full of cash was no longer in his possession, yet something about the evening seemed unsettling. He dismissed the feeling and checked his phone, tapping into the Unlimited System to catch up on a notification he had overlooked during the meeting. ===== [System Notification] Congrattions! You have leveled up! Current Level: 2 EXP: 500 / 1000 ¡ú 2500 / 3000 Ascension Points: 0 ¡ú 10 (Mission''s reward) Attributes Increased: Strength: +1 Speed: +1 Endurance: +1 Intelligence: +1 Charisma: +1 Free Attribute Points Earned: 10 ===== Ethan raised an eyebrow, impressed. He quickly opened his Status Panel. ===== [Status Panel] Name: Ethan Cole Level: 2 EXP: 2500 / 3000 Ascension Points: 10 Wealth: Unlimited Attributes: Strength: 5 Speed: 6 Endurance: 5 Intelligence: 16 Charisma: 6 Free Attribute Points: 10 Skills: [None Unlocked] ===== "Looks like I get +1 to all my attributes every time I level up," Ethan thought, smiling. This, along with the additional attribute points he received, would let him tailor his growth even more. It reminded him of leveling up in video games. ''I should save these points for now since I''m not yet sure what they''re for,'' he concluded. Deciding to conserve his points, he wanted to wait and figure out the most strategic way to use themter. While Ethan thought about his next move, he remained oblivious that he was being followed. Zidan and Mark, members of a minor criminal group in the news recently, were tailing him closely. This gang had just executed a significant theft at an electronics store justst week¡ªa robbery that Jordan had mentioned to Ethan. They managed to clear out the store but found no major haul. However, luck was on their side shortly after. Inside a bank, Zidan and Mark overheard a conversation with Suzanne, a bank teller, who inadvertently revealed information about Ethan''s billion-dor ount. That revtion had thrown them into a frenzy. They quickly inform their gang leader, Lena. They are given a clear mission: learn everything about Ethan and then rob himpletely. "Yo, Zidan," Mark whispered, keeping a safe distance behind Ethan. "Do you really think this kid has all that money? Look at him. He seems just like any other guy." Zidan, taller and often considering himself the smarter one, just smirked. "Didn''t you hear what Suzanne, the bank employee, said? The kid''s loaded. A billion bucks, Mark. That''s a thousand million. His appearance doesn''t matter; he could be in flip-flops for all I care. We''ve hit the jackpot with this one." Mark scratched his head, still not entirely convinced. "But what if it''s all a big mistake? Maybe the bank''s got it wrong, and they''ll correct it soon. It doesn''t seem right that a kid like him would have that much money." Zidan let out a sigh. "That''s exactly why we''re tailing him, genius. We figured out where he lives and got a handle on his daily routine. Then, when the time is right¡ªboom! We make our move." Mark, bouncing a little with every step, nodded in agreement. "Got it, got it. But he''s heading into a really shabby neighborhood. Are we sure he''s the guy we''re after?" Zidan rolled his eyes but didn''t take his gaze off Ethan. "Trust me. Once we understand how he''s living sovishly, we''ll know exactly how to hit him where it hurts." Meanwhile, Ethan was on his way home, oblivious that he was being watched. His thoughts were preupied with his family. How would he break the news to them? His family was down-to-earth, especially his father, Aaron. Telling them about his ns to start a techpany with David Turner would undoubtedly be a surprise. Ethan reached his building, a structure marred by peeling paint and cracked windows, a constant reminder of his family''s financial struggles. Yet, he was determined to change their fortunes.N?v(el)B\\jnn Across the street, Zidan and Mark were stopped in their tracks, staring at Ethan''s building in disbelief. Mark gaped at the dpidated apartment. "Hey, Zidan... this can''t be right. This dump is where Mr. Billionaire lives? Did we mix him up with someone else?" Zidan, equally shocked, responded, "Impossible. This ce? It looks like it''s falling apart! Are you sure Suzanne didn''t get her numbers mixed up?" Mark couldn''t help butugh, holding his stomach. "Maybe they paid him in Monopoly money! Seriously, this guy is living worse than we are!" Zidan, frustrated, rubbed his temples. "Enough, Mark. There has to be an exnation. Some wealthy folks live modestly to avoid drawing attention." Mark, smirking, added, "Well, he''s nailing it then. This ce is so sketchy, even rats would think twice." Zidan, ring at Mark, snapped, "Keep it together! We need to find out where he''s hiding his wealth. Just stay focused. We''ll keep an eye on him a bit longer." Mark, unfazed, shrugged. "Alright, but I''m done if I see him eating ramen for dinner. Rich folks aren''t supposed to live like us." Inside, Ethan steeled himself as he entered his apartment, immediately greeted by theforting smell of his mom''s cooking. His mother, Elise, was bustling around the kitchen, while his father, Aaron, was engrossed in the newspaper on the couch. His younger siblings were gathered around the old TV, absorbed in a cartoon. "Ethan," called Elise from the kitchen, her smile bright as she stirred a pot. "Perfect timing. Dinner''s almost ready." Ethan took a deep breath, cing his bag down, his heart racing. It was time. "Mom, Dad, I need to talk to you. It''s important," he announced. Aaron set his newspaper aside, eyeing Ethan with concern. "What''s going on, son?" Ethan hesitated, then pulled out some signed documents from his bag. "I''ve started a techpany with David Turner as my partner." The room went quiet. Elise paused, her spoon hanging in the air, as she turned to Ethan, disbelief on her face. "Apany? With David Turner?" she echoed. "But you''re still in school, Ethan." "I know, Mom," Ethan replied, moving closer to hand the documents to Aaron. "But it''s real. We signed the papers today. NovaTech Innovations. It''s going to make a big difference for us." Aaron took the papers, his brow creasing with each word he read. His hand shook slightly when he saw David Turner''s name and signature. "David Turner... the David Turner?" Aaron whispered in disbelief. "How did you manage that?" Ethan saw disbelief but also a glimmer of pride in his dad''s eyes. "We''re going to be developing apps and hiring developers. I''ll handle the tech, and we''ll bring people on for everything else." Elise came over, looking at the papers. "How are you going to manage this and school? It''s a lot, Ethan." Ethan acknowledged their valid concerns. "I''ve managed school and work before. I can do this. It''s for all of us to get us out of here." Seeing the determination in Ethan''s eyes, Aaron''s expression softened. "Apany... I never imagined. NovaTech Innovations... you''re really doing it." Elise, too, softened, touching Ethan''s arm. "We''re proud of you, Ethan. Just be careful not to overdo it." "I won''t," Ethan promised, relieved at their support. "I''ll be careful." Aaron handed back the papers, still in disbelief but smiling. "Looks like we have a businessman in the family now." Meanwhile, Zidan and Mark watched from a distance. "Yo, Zidan," Mark whispered, "this is bizarre. A billionaire in a dump, making dinner like it''s normal? What''s up with that?" Zidan sighed. "I don''t know, but we stick to the n. Keep watching him. There''s more to this kid." Mark chuckled. "Fine, but I''m not saying no to a free meal if he offers." Back inside, Ethan sat down to dinner with his family, a sense of relief washing over him. They believed in him and hispany. Everything was falling into ce. Yet, despite the warmth of his family, the unease from earlier remained. Was someone watching him? He brushed the thought aside. There was too much at stake to be distracted now. Chapter 12 Ascension Points In the dimly lit, cramped apartment, Ethan sat with his foot nervously tapping against the hardwood floor. The quiet of the room was only broken by the muffled sounds of the TV and the faint tter of dishes from the kitchen where his mom was cooking dinner. But Ethan couldn''t concentrate on any of this. He was consumed by a deep unease. He ran his fingers through his hair and stood up, pacing back and forth. "Why do I feel like I''m being watched?" he wondered. This feeling had intensified since yesterday, following his visit to the bank. He remembered Suzanne, the bank teller, who had identally revealed his billion-dor bnce loudly enough for others to hear. ''She practically shouted it for the whole bank to hear. Anyone nearby could''ve overheard,'' Ethan thought. He nced toward the window, half-expecting to see someone lurking outside. His heart raced as the feeling of unease deepened. "Am I just being paranoid? Or is someone really watching me?" Then it hit him¡ªhis many online purchases: expensive electronics, clothes, and gear, all due to arrive soon. These deliveries, far from subtle, could easily tip someone off if they were paying attention. "If they find out..." Ethan muttered, pacing even faster. His family''s safety was at risk if the wrong people realized how much money he had. He couldn''t let that happen. He stopped pacing and clenched his fists. There were two things he needed to do. First, he decided to move his family to a more secure, upscale neighborhood that wouldn''t attract unwanted attention.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om With the Unlimited System, this would be straightforward. Even if the deliveries came to their current address, he could pay to move them to the new house. After all, his family''s safety was paramount. The second task was more daunting. "I need to be able to protect us," Ethan realized, feeling the weight of responsibility. Faced with potential criminals, he couldn''t solely rely on wealth; he needed physical ability to defend his family. But Ethan wasn''t a fighter; he had no training. "I can''t just be that person overnight," he thought. Or could he? That''s when he thought of the Unlimited System again. He remembered seeing locked skills in the system he hadn''t been able to ess before. Now, with Ascension Points to spend after leveling up, it was the perfect time to explore what the System could offer regarding strength, not just wealth. Eager, Ethan quickly took out his phone and opened the System Panel, scrolling to the Skills Panel with a newfound urgency. Given his sudden wealth, he hadn''t explored it much before, but now he clicked on it, desperate for options. That''s when a new notification popped up. ===== [Skills Panel Unlocked] ===== ''Just as I suspected,'' he thought. His heart raced as he clicked to open it. The Skills Panel unfolded before him, disying a range of categories, each filled with different skills. He gasped, amazed by the sheer number of choices avable to him. ===== [Skills Panel] Categories: Daily Living Skills 1. Cooking (Basic) 2. Sewing (Basic) 3. Cleaning (Basic) 4. Gardening (Basic) Creative Skills 1. Writing (Basic) 2. Singing (Basic) 3. Drawing (Basic) 4. Sculpting (Basic) Communication Skills 1. Public Speaking (Basic) 2. Negotiation (Basic) 3. Persuasion (Basic) 4. Leadership (Basic) Physical Skills 1. Parkour (Basic) 2. Acrobatics (Basic) 3. Climbing (Basic) 4. Endurance Training (Basic) Survival and Tactical Skills 1. Wilderness Survival (Basic) 2. Stealth (Basic) 3. Tracking (Basic) Combat Skills 1. Boxing (Basic) 2. Krav Maga (Basic) 3. Muay Thai (Basic) 4. Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu (Basic) 5. Tactical Firearms (Basic) 6. Knife Fighting (Basic) 7. Close Quarters Combat (Basic) Weapon Proficiency 1. Handguns (Basic) 2. Rifles (Basic) 3. Tactical Knives (Basic) 4. Throwing Weapons (Basic) ===== Ethan''s eyes widened in amazement as he scrolled through the list of skills. ''This is it. These are the kinds of skills mercenaries or soldiers use,'' Ethan thought, his attention captured by the Combat Skills section. Skills such as Krav Maga, Muay Thai, and Close Quarters Combat stood out prominently to him. These were not just any martial arts but practical, lethal, and designed for real-world confrontations. "These are what I need," he realized. The system then detailed that each skill was divided into three levels: Basic, Intermediate, and Master. Unlocking the Basic level requires 2 Ascension Points. The Intermediate level could only be essed after unlocking the Basic level first, costing 5 points, and the Master level demanded that the Intermediate level be unlocked first, requiring 10 points. Intriguingly, once a skill was unlocked, it could be mastered immediately¡ªeliminating the need for years of training. "That''s awesome. But like what I''ve read in novels, the process of ''inheriting'' such a thing was painful," Ethan pondered aloud. Anticipating the potential difort, Ethan steeled his resolve. His heart rate increased as he weighed his options. ''I can''t waste time,'' he thought. He knew he had to be ready for anything but also strategic. Choosing the right skills could dramatically enhance his ability to defend himself. "Alright," he muttered to himself. Let''s start with Krav Maga." Krav Maga, a brutal martial art developed for the military, focuses on real-life scenarios, including defending against weapons and quickly incapacitating opponents. Ethan remembered reading about it in some of his favorite action novels. This skill, he believed, would provide him with a fighting chance should things take a turn for the worse. Imagining how effective he could be with such a skill, Ethan didn''t hesitate any longer and chose to unlock Krav Maga. ===== [Krav Maga] A martial art designed for self-defense and survival in violent situations. Focuses on neutralizing threats quickly and efficiently. Cost: 2 Ascension Points (Basic) Do you wish to unlock this skill? ===== "Yes," Ethan whispered, clicking the button. ===== [Purchase Sessful: Krav Maga [Basic] - 2 Ascension Points] ===== Suddenly, Ethan experienced an overwhelming rush of knowledge and muscle memory flooding his mind. It was slightly painful and disorienting for him to acquire such a skill abruptly. Ethan tried to withstand the difort by gritting his teeth. After a brief struggle, he mastered blocking, countering, and striking in ways he never knew. He could feel the techniques ingrained in his muscles¡ªthe precise movements of Krav Maga. It wasn''t just an awareness; he truly understood it. ''This is insane¡­ I feel like I''ve mastered this skill,'' Ethan thought, flexing his hands and rolling his shoulders. He felt stronger and more adept. But Ethan didn''t stop there. He aimed to enhance his abilities further. Next, he focused on mastering Close¡ªQuarters Combat, a fighting style used by elite soldiers and mercenaries in tight, confined spaces where every move is crucial. ===== [Close Quarters Combat] Combat skills designed for close-range fighting, often used by special forces and mercenaries in real-world battle scenarios. Cost: 2 Ascension Points (Basic) Do you wish to unlock this skill? ===== "Yes." ===== [Purchase Sessful: Close Quarters Combat [Basic] - 2 Ascension Points] ===== As knowledge flooded into him once again, Ethan found himself slightly better prepared than before. However, it was still a painful experience. Ethan pondered whether enhancing his Strength and Endurance might alleviate some difort. Ethan was well-versed in self-defense. He was capable of handling himself in brawls, navigating confrontations in hallways and stairwells, and even when backed into a corner. He was confident in his ability to disarm opponents, react precisely, and leverage his surroundings to his advantage. "This feels like cheating," he chuckled, amused by the thought. Continuing to scroll, Ethan''s gaze settled on the section about Tactical Firearms. He paused, contemting. ''I can''t just go around carrying guns, but... it wouldn''t hurt to know how to use one in case of an emergency,'' he reasoned. ===== [Tactical Firearms] Training in handguns, rifles, and other firearms designed for tactical scenarios. Used by military andw enforcement personnel. Cost: 2 Ascension Points (Basic) Do you wish to unlock this skill? ===== [Purchase Sessful: Tactical Firearms [Basic] - 2 Ascension Points] ===== "Yes," Ethan confirmed. Ethan felt a familiar sensation wash over him¡ªit was as though he had spent years training at a gun range. He now understood how to hold, aim, and fire different firearms. "I''m really eager to try one out," he admitted. This time, the influx of knowledge wasn''t as overwhelming as before. Perhaps, he mused, he was getting used to it. After spending 6 Ascension Points, Ethan felt he had undergone years of physical training. Every skill he acquired seemed to be deeply embedded in his muscle memory. Taking a deep breath, he noted his racing heartbeat. ''This is exactly what I need. I''m transformed. I am no longer defenseless.'' His gaze drifted towards the window, half-expecting to catch someone lurking in the shadows. ''If they dare toe after me, I''ll be prepared.'' Yet, there was more work to be done. Ensuring his family''s safety remained his top priority. His train of thought was interrupted by the buzzing of his phone¡ªa notification about a dyed delivery of some expensive electronics he had ordered. ''Oh no...'' He felt a wave of concern but soon rxed upon reading the notification. The delivery was dyed because the courierpany was swamped with a high volume of shipments. Ethan noted that many sectors, including essential services, were short-staffed despite widespread unemployment. But that was the least of Ethan''s worries. ''Those following me will suspect something when they notice the deliveries.'' He couldn''t afford any dys. It was time to act. Rising from his seat, Ethan was filled with resolve. "Time to move." He had enough financial resources to purchase any property he desired. Tomorrow, he''d start looking for the perfect, secluded ce away from the watchful eyes of his adversaries. But for tonight, at least, he had an advantage: He was prepared to defend himself. Chapter 13 Lets Make it Grand Ethan sat up in bed with a deep sigh of relief, the soft light of dawn spilling through the curtains. His muscles were stiff, and his mind had run wild all night, gued by a constant, gnawing sense of unease. He rubbed his temples, trying to shake off the restless energy that had kept him awake for hours.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om "Damn it," he muttered to himself. "I can''t keep living like this." Tension had been building ever since his visit to the bank. The feeling of being watched was persistent now, like an itch in the back of his mind that he couldn''t scratch. Even now, there was an almost tangible weight in the air, as if unseen eyes were on him. Yet nothing had happened. There were no strange knocks at the door, no ominous figures lurking in the shadows. Ethan''s family was safe¡ªfor now. Ethan inhaled slowly, trying to calm the storm inside his chest. But something was off, and he knew better than to dismiss his instincts. His paranoia had started with Suzanne, the bank teller. Her careless mention of his massive ount bnce¡ªspoken loud enough for anyone within earshot to hear¡ªhad likely piqued the wrong kind of interest. The wrong people might have taken note of his fortune. ''Maybe I''m overthinking it,'' Ethan thought, his brow furrowing as the morning light cast long shadows on the walls. ''But maybe I''m not.'' Soon, the high-end electronics, luxury items, and gadgets he ordered would arrive at the apartment. It wouldn''t take long for someone to notice. And if they were watching¡ªwhoever "they" were¡ªquestions might start arising. Dangerous questions. Ethan rubbed his jaw, the gnawing sense of unease creeping back. ''Could they be watching now?'' He shook his head, trying to banish the thought, but it clung to him like a shadow. His paranoia was growing by the day, and even with the System''s power, there were things he couldn''t control. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he swiped his hand through the air, summoning the Status Panel. This time, instead of browsing the panel on his phone, he willed the panel to appear before him. It was a trick he had learned recently to make the intangible feel real. As the holographic-like panel materialized, a soft glow filled the room. It still amazed him¡ªevery time. "I wonder if anyone else has something like this¡­or other systems," Ethan muttered. He stared at the Status Panel, wondering if others with simr abilities were hidden in in sight, just like him. But he couldn''t dwell on that now. He had more pressing matters. He hadn''t had a chance to review the points he''d distributedst night, and with everything happening, he needed to be prepared. ===== [Status Panel] Name: Ethan Cole Level: 2 EXP: 2500 / 3000 Ascension Points: 4 Wealth: Unlimited Attributes: Strength: 10 Speed: 10 Endurance: 6 Intelligence: 16 Charisma: 6 Free Attribute Points: 0 Skills: 1. Krav Maga [Basic] 2. Close Quarters Combat [Basic] 3. Tactical Firearms [Basic] ===== His eyes flicked over the numbers. He had used up all his free attribute points, prioritizing strength and speed. If he found himself in a confrontation¡ªand something told him it was only a matter of time¡ªhe needed to be fast and robust. His survival might depend on it. ''But what''s my levelpared to others?'' he wondered, feeling the pressure mounting. It wasn''t like he could just ask someone. For now, he''d have to rely on guesswork. In a world where he didn''t know who¡ªor what¡ªhe might be up against, it was crucial to get stronger. Much stronger. He needed to test himself. A gym session or a jog would help him measure his physical limits. ncing back at the Status Panel, he frowned at the endurance stat. It was still lower than he wanted, but that could be improvedter. Right now, speed and power are the priorities. His survival could very well depend on them. ''I need to level up fast,'' he thought, determination hardening in his chest. ''More EXP. More Ascension Points. Whatever it takes.'' His phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts. A message from David shed across the screen: His phone buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts. He nced at the screen, a message from David shing across it: David: [Hey, Ethan. I just wanted to let you know that registration for NovaTech Innovations is officiallyplete. We''re good to go.] Ethan felt a surge of excitement at the news. One less thing to worry about. He quickly typed out a response. Ethan: [Great! What''s next on the list?] David responded almost immediately. David: [We need an office space and, of course, a team. I have a few ideas for both, but we should discuss the office first. Any thoughts?] Ethan was about to reply when the familiar chime of the System interrupted him. His heart skipped a beat, and he swiped the screen, eager to see what it was. ===== [New Mission: Hire a Team] Objective: Hire at least 20 people for NovaTech Innovations. Reward: 1. 2,000 EXP 2. 10 Ascension Points ===== Ethan''s eyes widened in surprise. 2,000 EXP? That was massive. With 20 employees, thepany would be off to a strong start, and he''d be closer to leveling up. But the System wasn''t finished. Another notification popped up immediately. ===== [New Mission: Build a Grand Office] Objective: Find and furnish an office space that reflects the grandeur of your newpany. Reward: Rewards will be unique and based on the grandeur achieved. ===== Ethan leaned back, grinning. The promise of "unique rewards" was tantalizing. The System never lightly offered vague rewards, and whatever it had in store would be worth it. His mind raced with possibilities. This was his chance to build something big, something powerful. He typed a quick response to David, the thrill of the challenge making his fingers move faster. Ethan: [We''re going big. I want at least 20 people hired. Can you get me a list of the necessary positions?] David, who had been casually sipping his coffee at home, nearly spilled it when he read the message. Twenty people? That was overkill. David: [20?! Ethan, 5 or 6 people would be enough to get started. Are you sure about this? That''s a lot of hires at once.] Ethan could sense David''s shock, and a grin tugged at his lips. He replied without hesitation: Ethan: [Yeah, I''m sure. Go ahead and list out all the positions we need. We are going to hire only the best talent and the best people. Don''t worry about the money¡ªI''ve got that covered.] David stared at the message, his mind spinning. How rich is this kid, actually? Ethan''s order was unreasonable. David couldn''t help but run the numbers in his head. If they hired 20 people, each with a $4,000 sry, that was $80,000 a month. And for six months of cash reserves? Nearly half a million dors¡ªgone. And that didn''t even include office space, marketing, transportation, or other overhead costs. The sheer scale of Ethan''s demands stunned him. However, he understood Ethan''s point of view. Thepany can only grow quickly with a proper and talented team. David: [Alright, if you''re serious about this, I''ll get on it. But 20 is a lot. Just don''t go overboard, alright?] Ethan chuckled as he read David''s reply. He couldn''t resist the satisfaction of knowing he was ying the game on apletely different level. Ethan: [Don''t worry, David. I''ve got everything perfectly covered.] Pocketing his phone, Ethan''s mind shifted back to the tasks ahead. He needed to find an office, something grand that would match the System''s requirements. He imagined something sleek and modern¡ªan office that would scream sess and power when anyone stepped inside. But before he could act on that, another thought crept back into his mind¡ªthe feeling of being watched. Ethan had pushed it aside, but it lingered, gnawing at him. He wasn''t just paranoid; there was something wrong. The air felt heavier than usual. He nced around his room, his eyes moving to the window. The early morning light had grown brighter, casting long shadows across the floor. But in those shadows, Ethan sensed something. Someone could be watching. He stood up slowly, his body tense. Was it his imagination? He had no way of knowing. But if they were watching him, they''d likely make their move soon. He couldn''t afford to be caught off guard. Ethan clenched his fists, the slight tremor in his hands betraying the anxiety that still lingered beneath the surface. The System had given him power and wealth, but those things always attracted danger. His family''s safety, his future¡ªit all depended on how well he yed this game. And Ethan was ready to y. He just needed to stay a step ahead. Chapter 14 Catch Me if You Can Ethan pulled on his university tracksuit, enjoying the cool touch of the fabric against his skin as he zipped it up to his cor. Today was more than just a regr morning walk; it was a test. He needed to find out if his uneasy feeling was real or just his imagination. Since his bank ount had unexpectedly grown, he couldn''t shake off the feeling that someone was always watching him, as if a constant gaze was weighing on him. Peering out the window, he squinted as the weak morning light seeped through the blinds. The streets below were as quiet as usual at this early hour, but that didn''t make him feel any better. After all, anyone could be out there, watching and waiting for him to make a mistake. Walking through the living room, he noticed his younger siblings, Jacob and Lily, aimlessly browsing through TV channels, each remote press apanied by a sigh of frustration. Jacob muttered, "There''s nothing good on," showing his boredom. Lily agreed with him and kept tapping her fingers on the remote, hoping for something interesting to show up on the TV. Ethan, standing by the door, paused to watch them. He knew they were home because it was a school break, which made him anxious about leaving them alone, especially today. With their parents at work, he felt it was his responsibility to ensure their safety. Turning to Jacob, Ethan said casually, "Jacob, take care of Lily while I''m out, okay?" Jacob, barely ncing away from the TV, replied with ack of interest, "Yeah, yeah." Ethan wasn''t bothered by his brother''sck of interest. He knew how dull it could get being cooped up inside with nothing to entertain you. But as he was about to open the door and leave, a sudden thought made him stop. He turned around. "Jacob, Lily," he called out. This time, both of them looked up, intrigued by the unexpected seriousness in his voice. "Be extra careful today. Don''t open the door for anyone, no matter who they im to be." Lily''s forehead creased in confusion as she tilted her head. "What do you mean by that, Ethan? We always do that. You guys remind us all the time." Ethan let out a softugh, touched by her innocence. "Yeah, I know. But today¡­ just be extra careful, okay?" He paused momentarily before adding, "I heard about a robbery nearby. People are getting desperate. Just don''t take any chances." Jacob sat up a bit straighter, a flicker of worry on his face. "Yeah¡­ I heard about that, too. Don''t worry, we''ll be careful." Ethan nodded, feeling a small measure of relief. Even if he didn''t share the full extent of his worry, at least his siblings would be on high alert. The city unfolded before him as he stepped out into the brisk morning air. The streets were quiet, yet there was a notable presence of people. Ethan moved casually, his eyes flicking around quickly but inconspicuously. He couldn''t help but feel that every person he passed could pose a threat; every nce in his direction made him uneasy. "Am I being paranoid?" he asked, adjusting his backpack strap. This heightened sense of caution was new to him, a change that hade after the System after he came into the money. Now, with so much on the line, the thought of being followed didn''t seem so imusible. They would undoubtedlye after Ethan if anyone found out what he possessed. Shaking off the unease, Ethan murmured, "I can''t afford to be careless." He quickened his pace, driven by the physical challenge and the need to trust his instincts. Were they urate, or was he just imagining things? A few blockster, his suspicions were validated. He noticed two men tailing him¡ªone tall and lean, the other shorter and more muscr. They attempted to blend with the few people around, but to Ethan, they stuck out. ''So, it wasn''t all in my head,'' he realized, his heart rate picking up. He deliberately slowed down to see if they would match his pace.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om And they did. Feeling his pulse surge, Ethan weighed his options. He wasn''t prepared for a confrontation, not with bystanders around. Anymotion would attract unwanted attention, and he needed a way to shake them off. Suddenly, Ethan broke into a light jog, swift enough to create a gap but not so fast as to draw attention. He didn''t look back, yet he could sense their mounting desperation. "Is he jogging now?" Mark, the shorter of the two, grumbled, panting heavily. His forehead was slick with sweat, and his shirt clung to his stocky build. Zidan, the taller one, looked at his partner with annoyance. "What''s this kid up to? Some kind of morning exercise routine?" Mark wiped the sweat from his forehead with a grunt. "Seems like it. Do you think he knows we''re following him?" "Nah," Zidan responded, shaking his head dismissively. "Just another fitness enthusiast. These rich kids... they probably run just for the fun of it." Struggling for breath, Mark said, "If this is the rich lifestyle, I''m happy being poor. Chasing some kid around before breakfast isn''t my idea of fun." "Just keep moving," Zidan snapped back. "We''ll stay on him until we figure out his deal." Ethan, the subject of their pursuit, smirked as he heard their conversation fade into the background. They weren''t exactly stealthy, and theirck of fitness was obvious. He decided it was time to really shake them off. Suddenly, Ethan sprinted ahead, his legs moving faster than ever, weaving through the crowd and around corners easily. He had a surprising burst of speed as if he''d been preparing for this moment all along. Mark and Zidan, caught off guard, struggled to keep up. "What the hell?!" Zidan eximed, realizing he couldn''t match Ethan''s pace. "He''s sprinting now! How is he so fast?" Red-faced and gasping, Mark managed to say, "I told you. These rich kids are something else. No normal kid runs like that." "Just¡­ keep going," Zidan managed to say between breaths, but Ethan had vanished around another corner by then. They stopped, doubled over, and panting when they reached the corner. "We¡­ we lost him," Mark managed to say. Zidan, frustration evident on his face, scanned the street. But it was toote; Ethan was nowhere in sight. "How did we lose him? We were right behind him." Mark shook his head, still catching his breath. "That kid''s unbelievably fast, like a professional athlete or something. No way should a rich kid be able to run like that." Zidan stood up straight, also trying to catch his breath. "It''s not that he''s so fast. It''s just that we''re... really out of shape." Mark could only agree. High-speed chases were not their forte. They were used to using their size to intimidate, not running after nimble teenagers through the city. "I''ll have our guys spread out and search for him," Zidan said, pulling out his phone. "He can''t keep hiding." Meanwhile, Ethan quickly turned into a narrow alley, finally slowing down. He was out of breath, his heart racing, and his legs aching, but he felt a rush of victory. He had managed to lose them. ''But just barely,'' he thought, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He realized his endurance needed improvement. He''d be in trouble if he had to run longer or fight. As he neared the property agency, he reflected on how close he hade to getting caught. He wasn''t untouchable and knew he had to be more cautious to avoid situations he couldn''t simply run away from. ''I need to get stronger,'' he thought, determined. ''And quickly.'' Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he recognized today as a crucial wake-up call. He wasn''t yet as strong as he needed to be. But he was resolved to change that. For now, his immediate task was to secure an office. Once settled, he could concentrate on his physical training and move his family to a better house. He knew he couldn''t let his guard down again. Chapter 15 Judged by Appearance Ethan navigated his way through the crowded streets of Novan City, keenly observing the lively city center. The area was buzzing with activity. People rushed to their destinations, cars filled the streets, and the air was filled with continuous chatter.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om This was typical of the city center, always moving quickly, a sharp difference from the calm suburbs of Edgewater, where Ethan usually spent his time. "So many people¡­" he whispered, feeling engulfed by the city''s vibrant atmosphere. Novan City had a unique energy, invigorating to some and overwhelming to others, depending on their mindset. For Ethan, today was energizing. He needed this dynamic environment for what he had nned. Today was not an ordinary day. It wasn''t about his part-time job or wandering through the quieter parts of the city. Ethan was on a mission to find the perfect office for NovaTech Innovations. This wasn''t just about fulfilling some mission requirements but taking the first significant step towards building his future empire. And for that, everything had to be perfect. ''I need something grand¡­ Money isn''t a problem, so why settle for less?'' Ethan thought to himself, weaving through a group of tourists busy taking photos of the skyscrapers nearby. He was wearing his navy blue university tracksuit, which was the standard issue from orientation. It wasn''t particrly fancy, but it was practical andfortable. The university logo on his jacket made him blend in, looking just like any other student heading to ss or a workout. That was precisely how Ethan wanted it. Today wasn''t about making an impression with his looks. He was focused on getting things done. His gaze shifted from one side of the street to the other, searching for the property agency he had found online the night before. Skyline Estates was known as one of the top real estate agencies in the city, renowned for dealing with high-end properties. The reviews had been clear: they only dealt with the best and offered many options. However, actually finding the ce turned out to be more challenging than he anticipated. The streets of Novan City, especially in themercial district''s heart, could be confusing for neers. "Where is it¡­" Ethan muttered under his breath, his frustration starting to show. He was unfamiliar with this part of the city, usually sticking to areas he knew well. Every street corner seemed to look the same¡ªtall buildings with ss windows reflecting the sunlight and crowds of people moving like a flowing river. After several minutes of searching, Ethan finally spotted arge, sleek sign towering over one of the buildings across the street. "Skyline Estates," he read out loud, a sense of relief washing over him. The building was as prestigious as its name implied. With a modern design and a towering ss fa?ade, it exuded wealth and exclusivity¡ªthe exact kind of ce that would deal with high-end properties. As Ethan crossed the street, his heart began to race, his mind filled with anxious excitement. This was the first significant step towards bringing hispany into the world. He could already picture the spacious office he''d have, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a sweeping view of the city and sleek, modern furniture that mirrored the sess and power NovaTech was destined for. Despite his excitement, a nagging doubt lingered in his mind. ''What if the System disappears?'' he found himself wondering as a wave of anxiety washed over him. It had given him everything¡ªendless money, the means to shape his future¡ªbut what if it vanished as suddenly as it had appeared? What if everything he had built crumbled to dust, leaving him with nothing? He shook his head, dismissing the thought. He couldn''t afford to think like that. The System hadn''t let him down so far, and he had no reason to believe it would start now. "Everything will be okay," he murmured as he walked through the ss doors of Skyline Estates. The lobby showcased wealth and luxury, with marble floors that shone under soft lighting and ss walls that made the space feel even more open and airy. The d¨¦cor was simple yet sophisticated. Several agents were at their desks, busy with theirputers or phones. Some were chatting quietly, while others seemed lost in their own worlds. Ethan paused at the entrance, taking in the scene. He half-expected someone to approach him, maybe a receptionist or an agent ready to help. But nobody approached. Nobody even looked his way. He cleared his throat quietly and moved further into the room, but nobody acknowledged him. ''That''s strange,'' he thought. ''Shouldn''t someone have noticed me by now?'' Five minutes passed, then ten. Ethan''s patience began to thin as he waited to be acknowledged. The agents continued their idle talk and tasks, asionally ncing his way but making no move to assist. Ethan''s frown deepened as he felt a growing sense of difort. The office wasn''t even crowded, but he was somehow overlooked. Looking around, he finally understood why. They were judging him. It was because of his tracksuit. His casual outfit seemed to have led them to dismiss him as just another aimless kid who had wandered into a high-end agency without any real purpose. Feeling frustrated and disrespected, Ethan noticed the condescending looks and smirks directed at him, as if those around him were quietly making judgments about him. He had been ignored for fifteen minutes straight. Ethan overheard two agents'' softughter and mocking tone nearby ¨C a woman with sharp features and a man with an arrogant smirk. ''It''s clear they think I don''t belong here,'' Ethan realized, feeling angry. It became apparent that they had no intention of assisting him, considering him unworthy of their time. With determination not to be dismissed, Ethan decided against leaving. He had note all this way only to be turned away by a group of presumptuous agents. Gathering his courage, he approached the nearest desk. The woman there didn''t even acknowledge him at first, absorbed in her phone. "Excuse me," Ethan spoke up, his voice steady butmanding. "I''m here to inquire about office spaces." The woman slowly looked up, her eyeszily assessing Ethan from head to toe, focusing on his tracksuit with a barely concealed sneer. "Office spaces?" she echoed skeptically. "Are you sure you''re in the right ce?" Despite the heat of indignation rising in him, Ethan maintained hisposure. "Yes, I''m sure." Ethan noticed the woman''s smirk growing while she exchanged looks with her colleague, and he couldn''t help but feel annoyed. Despite this, he stayed calm, eager to show them he meant business. "Just so you''re aware," the woman said with a hint of arrogance, leaning back in her chair, "we deal with luxury properties. These aren''t your typical office spaces. Our offerings are quite pricey." Ethan was losing his patience but determined not to let it show. "I''m aware," he replied coolly. "That''s precisely why I''m here." The woman seemed surprised by his answer for a moment but quickly regained herposure, her toneced with sarcasm again. "Oh really? And what type of office space are you interested in? Something modest, perhaps? Just a small room?" "I''m in the market for a premium office space," Ethan stated, his voice firm. The woman''s smile wavered ever so slightly. She leaned forward, propping her chin on her hand, amused by the conversation. "Sending an intern to handle such matters, are we? That seems a bit unusual, don''t you think?" Her colleague, sitting nearby,ughed. "Indeed, what kind ofpany would send someone like you to look for office space? You might have better luck on Craigslist." Feeling the sting of their disdain, Ethan clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles whitening as he struggled to maintain his cool. He was determined not to let their scorn get to him. "I am not an intern," he retorted sharply. "I am the majority shareholder of mypany." Chapter 16 The Tables Turn The woman was taken aback by Ethan''s sharp tone. For a moment, her confident smirk wavered, but she quickly regained herposure. "Oh, really?" she tried to sound amused. And whatpany would that be?" "NovaTech Innovations," Ethan responded, his voice cold but steady. The woman paused, expecting a joke that never came. She raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "NovaTech? Never heard of it." "We''re a startup," Ethan exined, his voice betraying his growing frustration. "That''s why I''m here¡ªto find an office space to rent." The woman shared a look with her colleague, her amusement now mixed with a bit of confusion. "A startup, huh? Well, you should know, the spaces we handle go for thousands¡ªsometimes tens of thousands¡ªa month." Her colleague grinned, "You might want to look at listings for student housing. You know, like those stories of big shots starting in garages or dorm rooms," he joked. Ethan''s patience finally broke. The condescending tones, the smirks, and the outright arrogance were too much. "Why do you treat me like this?" Ethan asked, his voice low and intense, slicing through theirughter. The woman and her colleague shared a look before bursting intoughter again, their amusement now tinged with mockery. "Why?" sheughed. "Because you don''t look like someone who can afford anything here." Her colleague added, still grinning, "Unless you''re secretly a billionaire, I doubt you can afford anything we have. And let''s face it, billionaires don''t walk around in university tracksuits." Ethan had had enough. Though his vision blurred with anger, he remained calm. This wasn''t the time for an outburst. Instead, Ethan pulled out his phone, tapped a few times, and opened his banking app. He then turned the screen toward the woman, making sure she saw the bnce at the top. $1,000,000,000. The woman''sughter stopped abruptly. She stared at the number, her eyes wide, struggling toprehend what she saw. "W-what?" she stammered, voice trembling. Her colleague, drawn by her silence, looked over and went pale, his jaw-dropping. "That¡­ can''t be real. It must be edited. This has to be a prank," he stuttered, his earlier confidence gone. Ethan remained unfazed. "Do you really think I''d waste my time with that when I can make this amount in a day?" Indeed, Ethan wasn''t exaggerating. He could ess such sums overnight, and his ount would replenish to a billion dors whenever he spent money. "In a day?" The woman seemed taken aback, then chuckled nervously. "Even if that''s true, people with that kind of money are usually clients of Premier banks. You don''t seem like you''d be one of them." Ethan arched an eyebrow, a slight smile appearing. "You mean something like this?" he asked, showing her his Premier digital card from Novan Bank on his phone. The woman''splexion turned ghostly. "No way," she murmured. Her colleague peered over, eyes bulging. "That has to be fake. There''s no way you''re a Premier client. People like you don''t¡ª" "Call the bank if you''re doubting," Ethan cut in, his tone serene yet sharp. "Ask them to verify Ethan Cole or this ID. Go ahead. I''ll wait." He continued, "If your agency can''t verify that, then I''m afraid your services aren''t worth my time or... money." Having the upper hand felt good to Ethan, especially after being underestimated. He realized, though, that beyond having sharp retorts, he needed to address a significant oversight: his appearance. "Am I just wasting my time for you to confirm it with the bank?" "I¡ªI''ve got a friend at the bank who can help confirm this," she said, trying to sound more in control. The phone rang, and soon, someone answered. Ethan heard a woman''s voice faintly. "Hi, Suzanne!" said the agent, her voice shaky. "It''s Sally from Skyline Estates. I need to check if a client, Ethan Cole, has Premier status." After a pause, Suzanne sounded surprised. "Ethan Cole? You mean Ethan Cole is there with you right now?" Sally nced at Ethan, looking worried. "Y-yes," she stuttered. "He''s right here. Is there a problem?" Suzanne sounded urgent. "Oh my God, Sally, please say you haven''t upset him! Is that why you''re calling? Did something go wrong?" Sally felt a knot in her stomach. "I¡­ uh¡­" "Sally," Suzanne said seriously, "Ethan Cole is among our top 20% wealthiest clients in Novan City. You''ve made a big mistake if you''ve judged him wrongly. Do you get what I''m saying?" Sally was stunned. She realized she had done precisely what Suzanne was cautioning against. Without waiting for an answer, Suzanne continued, "I don''t know what you''ve done, but you must make it right. Immediately. You don''t want thising back to haunt you." Sally slowly lowered the phone, her hand trembling uncontrobly. Her usually sharp, confident expression had dissolved into one of pure disbelief. The phone, which had felt like a lifeline moments ago, now weighed heavily in her hand as if the reality of what Suzanne had said had drained her strength. Her colleague, who had been so full of bravado just moments earlier, leaned forward, his smirk reced by a wary, expectant gaze. He searched her face for answers, but she seemed frozen, lost in the shock of what she''d just heard. "What did Suzanne say?" he asked, his voice losing its yful edge and bing quiet, almost whispering, as if afraid of the answer. The office suddenly became eerily quiet, filled with soft chatter and muffledughter. The other agents, previously amused by Ethan''s presence, exchanged worried looks. It was bing clear to everyone, and the tension in the room was thick. Suzanne was well-known¡ªnot just another employee at the bank but a key contact for many. She had always been the easiest to deal with at the bank, especially when a few extra "favors" were needed to get loans approved or documents pushed through. Her reputation in the real estate circles was well-known. Still, no one expected her reaction to Ethan''s name being mentioned. Sally, trying to speak, found her throat dry. Her voice was so soft when she finally said it was almost inaudible. "She said¡­" she hesitated as if trying to process the information herself. "She said Mr. Cole is among the city''s top 0.01% wealthiest clients." Her words fell like a bomb, leaving a stunned silence in their wake. The mocking agents now looked like they wished the ground would swallow them up. Watching their difort, Ethan felt a mix of satisfaction and a higher urge to leave it behind. He had proven his point; lingering on it would only be a waste. Without a word, he turned and headed for the door, his steps echoing in the silent office. "W-wait!" Sally''s voice broke through, desperate. "I''m so sorry for the misunderstanding, Mr. Cole. Please, let us make it right. We''ll show you any office space; just give us a chance!" But Ethan didn''t stop, his reply firm. "I''m no longer interested. I don''t do business with people who judge by appearances." He reached the door but then paused, ncing back over his shoulder, his gaze icy. The entire office seemed to hold its breath, the agents frozen in ce as they waited for what he would say next. "I don''t work with people like you," Ethan continued, his tone steady but firm. "But don''t worry. I''ll leave a review once my name is well-known in this city. And I''ll mention everyone''s name so people will not deal with you guys whenever you go." The atmosphere in the room turned icy as his words took effect. Sally''splexion went pale, and her colleague appeared as if he''d been physically struck. They all grasped the gravity of the situation.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om Imagine Ethan was already among the city''s wealthiest 0.01% before hispany took off. What would happen when he became well-known and expanded hiswork? They could envision it clearly¡ªclients would be scrambling to gain his favor, desperate to be seen positively by him. And if Ethan were to leave a negative review about their treatment of him? The wealthy clients they served, none of whom had less than $20,000,000, would undoubtedly take his side. After all, aligning with a billionaire on the rise seemed smart. The realization washed over them with overwhelming force, leaving their faces pale with fear. Their previous arrogance and dismissive attitudes were about to backfire spectacrly, and there was no way to prevent it. Ethan didn''t nce back as he exited the agency; he walked confidently, with determined steps. The silence that filled the office seemed to echo after him, and as the ss door closed behind him, a serene calm enveloped him. His intention hadn''t been to make a statement, yet he had made one regardless. Now, he could concentrate on what was next¡ªfinding an agency to offer him the respect he deserved. Chapter 17 The Right Fit Ethan stepped out of the property agency, his hands trembling slightly. The confrontation had left him feeling shaken. "Phew. That was intense." He also felt anger and fear. His confidence while standing up to the agents was unfamiliar to him. He wasn''t ustomed to asserting himself, and the fading adrenaline left him unsettled and annoyed. ''I''m not ready to act like a rich man,'' he thought. Then, suddenly, he burst intoughter. The whole situation seemed absurd, and he couldn''t help butugh at how out of ce he had felt. A few people passing by gave him curious looks. Realizing how strange he must have seemed, Ethan quickly stoppedughing and walked away, embarrassed. "Alright, I''ve got to do better next time," he muttered as he headed to a nearby coffee shop. He needed to rx and n his next step. Despite his reluctance to admit it, he wasn''t fully adjusted to his new lifestyle yet. Sitting in a booth with a hot cup of coffee, Ethan took out his phone and started looking for another property agency. The first attempt failed, but he wouldn''t let that stop him. He acknowledged that he still had much to learn about navigating and understanding the world, particrly people. He knew that first impressions and how he presented himself were crucial. Ethan also realized he should have left the moment he felt judged. If people would only respect him after discovering his wealth, then their attention wasn''t worth his time. ''Guess I really am not ready for the reality of the world yet.'' But he decided not to dwell on it too much. He needed to focus on the more immediate issue. After browsing a few options, one agency caught his attention. ''This one seems promising,'' he thought as he clicked on the listing. The agency had good reviews and catered to both high-end clients and startups. He decided to try it, hoping for a better experience than thest. Ethan chose not to change his appearance yet. Beforepletely altering his style, he wanted to see if he could meet some genuine people. ''"At least I must convince myself that good people still exist." Ethan knew he was wasting his time but still chose to do so. After finishing his coffee, he took a deep breath. He headed to the new agency, determined to find the perfect office space for NovaTech Innovations. Ethan entered the sleek, modern building of Metropolitan Realty with trepidation. Thest time he''d tried this, it hadn''t gone well, and he half-expected to be ignored again because of his casual attire. Wearing his university sports gear, he didn''t look like a potential millionaire client. But this time, the experience was different. Almost immediately upon entering, a friendly young woman, likely in her mid-twenties, approached him with a weing smile. Her name tag read Jessica Lee. "Hi there! Wee to Metropolitan Realty. My name is Jessica. How can I help you today?" she asked, her voice genuine and inviting. Ethan was pleasantly surprised by the warm reception. It starkly contrasted his previous experiences, and he felt a sense of relief. "Hello. I''m Ethan." "I''m looking for an office space for my startup," he said, a bit more cautiously than before. Jessica''s eyes sparkled with interest. "That''s fantastic! Do you have any specific requirements? How many employees are you nning to hire? What kind of office environment are you looking for?" she inquired, showing genuine interest in his needs. Her questions were thoughtful, and she seemed genuinely eager to understand what Ethan was looking for without any judgment based on his appearance. Ethan felt a wave of gratitude. He hadn''t anticipated such a positive interaction, especially considering his earlier experiences. Jessica was clearly a different kind of agent. She was sincere and keen to assist, making Ethan feel she wanted to find the right space for him. Ethan didn''t know that Jessica had only been working in real estate for a few months. She had a background in marketing and had joined Metropolitan Realty, hoping to establish herself in the field. However, the reality was harsher than she expected. Most high-paying clients already had their go-to agents, leaving her with smaller, less lucrative deals. Some more experienced agents even mocked her, calling her "desperate" for clients. But Jessica didn''t let this discourage her. Her determination and drive pushed her forward, even when times were tough. Besides, she did not care whether the clients were high-end or regr. Who knew that they would be sessful in the future and return to her or rmend her to wealthier others? Today, Jessica didn''t just see Ethan as another student looking for a small rental. She saw potential in him. Unlike others, she was prepared to go all out, no matter the sale size. "Actually, yes," Ethan started, feeling more at ease. "I n to hire about twenty people, but I''m looking for a space to grow with us. We''re a tech startup, so we need a modern and open office to encourage teamwork. It must also be centrally located and essible by public transport." Jessica listened intently, swiftly typing on her tablet. "That sounds great. I have a few ces in mind that could be a good fit," she said, then asked, "Can I know more about yourpany?" "We''re called NovaTech Innovations," Ethan exined. "We develop apps and digital solutions for businesses. I hope to significantly impact locally and expand from there." "That''s really exciting!" Jessica responded, her excitement evident. "Let''s find you a space that suits your current needs and allows for growth." Ethan appreciated Jessica''s thoroughness. She didn''t judge him by his appearance like others had. She was professional, kind, and genuinely wanted to help. They decided to check out some properties. "If you''re free, we can visit a few office spaces right now," Jessica suggested. "They''re just a short walk from here." "Sure, let''s do it," Ethan agreed, feeling more confident. They toured three locations in an hour, but none were suitable for NovaTech. The spaces were either too small, too formal, orcked the unique character Ethan wanted for his startup. After visiting three properties, Jessica seemed slightly down but was still hopeful. "There''s one more option," she said with some hesitation. "It''s a bit out there, and I wasn''t sure if I should bring it up, but... it''s an entire building. Three floors, cutting-edge design, absolutely stunning." Ethan was intrigued. "Why didn''t you mention it before?" Jessica paused. "It''s... very expensive. The asking price is about $12,000,000. It was designed by the world-renowned architect Luca Moretti." She continued, "The building hasn''t sold because it''s pricey, and most people think the cost will go down if it sits on the market long enough. But¡­" Ethan encouraged her to go on. "Moretti insists on the price and wants a buyer who values the design and agrees to his terms." "I understand¡­ The price isn''t a problem for me," Ethan said. "R-r-really?!" Jessica was taken aback. She wondered if Ethan was just saying that to impress her, especially since he hadn''t shown any romantic interest in her from the start. The moment Jessica described the building, Ethan was thrilled. It was exactly the type of ce he had been looking for¡ªdistinctive and perfect for his expanding business. "Let''s check it out," Ethan stated confidently. Jessica was surprised. "Are you sure? It''s a big decision, and the cost is¡ª"n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om "Money isn''t an issue," Ethan interrupted, smiling. Jessica looked at him, trying to figure out if he was serious. Rowing around $12,000,000 wasn''t expected, and she didn''t know if Ethan could afford it. However, his serious demeanor convinced her he wasn''t joking. "Alright then," she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty yet resolved to move forward. "I''ll contact Mr. Moretti''s office to see if we can set up a viewing." As they approached the building, Ethan couldn''t contain his excitement. This quest wasn''t merely about securing an office space; it was a pivotal step in forging the future of NovaTech. He sought a ce that mirrored his lofty aspirations, and from the sound of it, this building was the perfect embodiment. He also felt confident that this venture would pay off handsomely. The moment they arrived, Ethan was in awe. The building was breathtaking¡ªits sleek, futuristic design stood out as a masterpiece, a true testament to modern architecture. Jessica observed Ethan''s reaction with keen interest. "Just so you know," she spoke gently, "the cost is quite high, given its designer and the statement it makes. Moretti''s creations are celebrated worldwide, and owning one of his buildings says a lot." Utterly enchanted by the sight, Ethan managed to say, "This is it. This is what I''ve been looking for." Jessica, somewhat taken aback, noted that she had presented this building to many. Still, none had shown the decisiveness Ethan disyed. "The price is $12,000,000," she cautioned him. "Are you certain?" With a confident smile, Ethan reached for his phone. "As I said, money isn''t a concern... and I don''t need you to help me apply for a loan. Can I just transfer it?" Ethan remembered Charles'' advice. There was no need to carry the money around; wiring it was an option. Jessica''s skepticism lingered, but the potential of closing the biggest deal of her career spurred her to action. She promptly called Moretti''s office to initiate the purchase process. Standing before NovaTech''s potential new home, Ethan felt a profound sense of purpose. He knew this was only the start of something monumental. Chapter 18 Proving Them Wrong Jessica was busy at her desk, rapidly typing away as she handled the initial steps for Ethan''s big building purchase. Themission for this deal was beyond her wildest dreams. She was looking at a 10% cut on a $12 million property, a career-changing sale. Excited but focused, she reminded herself to take things one step at a time. Her excitement, however, didn''t go unnoticed. Some senior agents, not exactly her biggest fans, watched her with amused expressions, whispering among themselves. "You really think that kid can buy Luca Moretti''s building? And pay in cash?" Greg, one of the senior agents, couldn''t help but mock as he leaned over Jessica''s desk. "He looked like a college athlete with no dime to his name." Jessica kept her eyes on her work, aware of their hopes for her failure. "We''ll see when he makes the deposit," she responded calmly, not bothering to look up. "If thew firm confirms the 50% down payment, we''ll have our answer." Patricia, another agent, sarcastically added, "Yeah, right. It''s as if some college kid will drop $6 million just like that. He''s probably scrambling to borrow from his parents." Despite the jeers, Jessica kept her focus. She didn''t need to justify herself; the uing deposit would do that for her. Time seemed to crawl as she worked through the paperwork, sending everything to thew firm for legal verification while ignoring her colleagues'' continuous snide remarks. Then, her phone buzzed. It was an email from thew firm. Heart pounding, she opened it to find the words she had been waiting for: "Deposit confirmed. $6,000,000 received." For a moment, she was in disbelief. She had believed in Ethan, but seeing the actual deposit confirmed was something else. She double-checked the email, her hands shaking slightly. Noticing her sudden silence, Greg asked mockingly, "Bad news, Jess?" Taking a moment topose herself, she looked up and announced, "The deposit''s cleared. $6,000,000." The office went silent. Greg''s smirk disappeared, reced by shock. "Wait, what?" he stuttered. Jessica tilted her monitor so he could see the confirmation. His face turned pale as he read it, and soon, the other agents crowded around, all equally shocked. "It''s real?" Patricia murmured disbelief in her eyes. "He actually has the money?" Word spread fast, and suddenly, everyone wanted in on Jessica''s deal, offering their "help" with paperwork or future client introductions, their earlier disdain forgotten. But Jessica wasn''t fooled. Ethan had trusted her, and she wasn''t about to let anyone else in. "No, thanks," she replied firmly. "I''ve got this." A couple of hourster, she received the go-ahead from Luca Moretti''s office. A few more documents and legalities needed her attention, but everything was moving smoother than she had dared hope. Moretti had even fast-tracked some of the paperwork, intrigued by Ethan''s sudden interest in the building. After wrapping up the details, Jessica found Ethan waiting at a nearby coffee shop. "Everything''s sorted," she said, smiling. "But there''s one thing¡ªLuca Moretti wants to meet you before giving you the keys." Ethan nodded. "That''s fine. I would invite my business partner, David Turner, to check out the ce too. He''s been with me from the start and would want to see what we''re about to take on." Jessica looked surprised. "David Turner? The phnthropist and investor?" "The one and only," Ethan said, pulling out his phone. "I''ll call him now. Let''s meet at the building." Half an hourter, Ethan stood before NovaTech Innovations'' future headquarters, an elegant, futuristic structure. The building, basking in the afternoon sun, showcased sleek lines and a modern design that emanated power and innovation. Ethan, clearly impressed by the building, was joined by Jessica, who was equally amazed at how quickly things hade together. "It''s incredible, isn''t it?" she remarked, filled with awe. "It really is," Ethan agreed. "It''s exactly what I was looking for." As they waited, a sleek ck car arrived and out stepped Luca Moretti, the legendary architect known for his cutting-edge designs. Moretti, a tall man in his fifties with silver hair and sharp eyes, approached Ethan with a look of curiosity. "Ethan Cole, I presume?" Moretti greeted, offering his hand. "Yes, sir," Ethan responded, shaking his hand. "It''s an honor to meet you." Moretti examined Ethan. "I must admit, I didn''t expect someone so young to be interested in this building, let alone buy it. But youth often brings ambition." Ethan smiled. "I''m building something big, and this building seemed like the perfect starting point." Just then, another car arrived, and David Turner stepped out, looking every bit the professional. Upon seeing the building, David was taken aback. His jaw dropped as he stared at the structure. "Is this¡­?" David began, lost for words. "This is it," Ethan said, smiling. "Our new headquarters." David walked towards them, still in disbelief. "You bought this building? I thought we were looking for a small office. But this¡­ this is incredible." Moretti smiled knowingly. "It''s not just a building. It''s a statement." David shook his head, amazed. "Ethan, this is beyond what I imagined. How did you manage this?" Ethan shrugged. "Let''s just say I made some moves." As David continued to marvel at the building, Ethan turned to Moretti. "This building is everything I hoped for and more. Thank you for meeting with me." Moretti nodded. "Seeing someone who appreciates great design is always gratifying. I''m excited to see what you do with the space." With that, Moretti handed the keys to Ethan, a gesture that felt almost surreal. The building was officially theirs. Jessica, who had watched the exchange quietly, couldn''t help but smile. She hadn''t anticipated being part of something this significant. As for Ethan, she now sees him not just as a young man with dreams but also as someone who can make those dreams a reality. In front of the grand building, Ethan was ready for the next chapter of NovaTech Innovations. He knew this was just the beginning.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om Ethan had secured the building, the vision, and the determination. Now, it was time to build an empire. Chapter 19 First Real Fight Ethan stood in the center of his newly acquired office building, gazing around the expansive, empty space. The grand, futuristic architecture, designed by Luca Moretti, was breathtaking, but it still needed a personal touch¡ªhis touch. He had contacted Refined Aesthetics, one of the best interior designpanies in Novan City, to transform the inside into something truly magnificent that would match the building''s exterior. A professional design team hade to take measurements, review floor ns, and discuss Ethan''s vision. "I want something modern and sleek," Ethan had told them during their consultation, his eyes sharp with focus. "But it also needs to feel weing and innovative. People should walk in and immediately know thispany is pushing boundaries." The design lead, a woman named ra, raised her eyebrows. "That''s ambitious. And it will take time." "I''ll pay triple," Ethan said without hesitation. "But I need it done in three days." ra blinked, and then a slow smile crossed her face. "Consider it done." Ethan felt the weight of his bold decision settle on his shoulders. This wasn''t just about aesthetics; it was about making a statement. NovaTech would be the best, and that started with everything¡ªfrom the office to the people he brought on board. Back in his newly acquired building, Ethan texted David. It was time to build the team that would power NovaTech Innovations. David: [Ethan, I''m ready to post the job ads. Should we go with standard offers, or do you have a specific range in mind?] Ethan typed back, his fingers moving with confidence. Ethan: [Double the average sries for each position.] There was a pause, and then David replied, sounding hesitant. David: [Double? Are you sure? That could really strain thepany''s finances early on. We''re not even generating revenue yet.] Ethan: [We''re not going for average talent, David. We need the best of the best. Paying more will attract top-tier candidates and secure their loyalty.] David: [But this could dampen progress. What if we can''t sustain it?] Ethan: [Trust me, I''ve got this covered. I don''t want people who are just here for a paycheck. I want a team that gives 120%. The money will handle itself once we have the right people.] There was a long pause before David responded, this time with an air of reluctant agreement. David: [Alright, I''ll do it. You''ve been great so far. I''ll start the recruitment process immediately.] Ethan sighed, knowing that David still had no idea how much wealth he was sitting on. But it didn''t matter. What mattered was that the best minds would soon be working for him, building the future of NovaTech. With the office design settled, Ethan focused on the next pressing matter¡ªmoving his family into a more secure home. He couldn''t dy it any longer, especially with the unsettling feeling that someone had been watching himtely. He scrolled through his phone and found Jessica''s contact. Ethan: [Jessica, about that residence I mentioned. I need to move in as soon as possible. Could you send me the best options avable?] Jessica responded quickly. Jessica: [I have a few listings in a luxurious residential area with top-notch security. I''ll send you the addresses.] True to her word, a message came through momentster with photos and details of three multimillion-dor homes. Ethan barely nced at the prices, instead focusing on security and design. Ethan: [I''ll take the best one. Price doesn''t matter.] Jessica''s response was short, but Ethan could almost sense her disbelief. Jessica: [I''ll get everything sorted. It''s incredible how quickly your world can change, huh?] Ethan chuckled, amused by how Jessica must be processing all this. One day, he was a student in a sporting uniform; the next, he was buying multimillion-dor properties without batting an eye. Jessica was the same. Initially a struggling agent, she transformed her fortunes overnight with just one sessful sale, bing a wealthy young woman. Now, she''s on the brink of closing another deal. Ethan appreciated that she wasn''t prying too much into his background. There was no time for exnations; besides, he wasn''t sure he could offer one she''d believe. As Ethan prepared to leave the building, his mind shifted to transportation. He didn''t own a car yet, and while Novan City''s public transport was reliable, it wouldn''t cut it for someone in his position. ''I''ll buy one after I move into the new house,'' he thought, mentally pushing the decision down the road. But as he exited the building and walked a few blocks, a cold sensation crept up his spine. That unsettling feeling¡ªthe sense that he was being watched¡ªwas back. His instincts red, warning him of the shadows lurking behind him. ''They''re back,'' Ethan thought, his hands curling into fists. He had noticed two men following him before, and now they were back. He couldn''t keep ignoring this. Zidan and Mark. The same two men who had been following him around ever since the incident at the bank. Ethan had tried to brush off the feeling before, thinking maybe he was being paranoid.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om But now, with his family''s safety on the line, he couldn''t afford to take any chances. Taking a deep breath, Ethan squared his shoulders. If they were really criminals, following him with sinister intentions, he had to confront them before they could be a real threat. For the first time, he was grateful for the fighting skills he had unlocked through the system. Krav Maga. Close Quarters Combat. Basic, but better than nothing. ''It''s time to put these skills to the test,'' he thought as he stood up and left the office. He stepped into the street, pretending to not notice the two men lurking nearby. His heart raced as he walked toward a nearby alley. It was risky but would give him the necessary space to handle it. As he turned the corner, Ethan quickened his pace. Then, without warning, he broke into a full sprint, his breath quickening as he heard the pounding footsteps behind him. The two men followed, clearly caught off guard by Ethan''s sudden speed. Zidan, the taller of the two, huffed as he tried to keep up while Mark cursed under his breath. "Is he¡ªsprinting away from us¡­ again?" Mark panted. "Not this time. Let''s catch him," Zidan replied between gasps, his long legs eating up the distance. Just as they rounded the corner, Ethan stopped abruptly and spun to face them, his stance firm and ready. Zidan and Mark skidded to a halt, clearly surprised by the sudden confrontation. "Why are you following me?" Ethan''s voice was steady, but his eyes were sharp. Zidan grinned, revealing a row of yellowed teeth. "Looks like the kid''s got some fight in him. But you''re making this harder than it has to be, boy." Mark, smaller but wiry and quick, pulled out a gleaming knife. "We''ve been watching you, kid. You''ve got money. We want a piece of it." Ethan''s pulse quickened as he saw the de, but he forced himself to stay calm. He widened his stance, his fists clenched by his sides, remembering his training. ''Stay focused. Keep your breathing steady. Krav Maga is all about quick, decisive action,'' he reminded himself. Zidan charged first, aiming a wild punch at Ethan''s head. But Ethan''s instincts kicked in. He sidestepped quickly, grabbing Zidan''s wrist mid-swing and twisting it violently. Zidan howled in pain as Ethan spun, using the momentum to m his elbow into Zidan''s jaw. The big man staggered back, clutching his face. Mark wasn''t far behind. He lunged forward, shing the air with his knife, aiming for Ethan''s stomach. But Ethan had already anticipated the move. With a quick pivot, he dodged the de and, in a fluid motion, grabbed Mark''s wrist, twisting it until the knife ttered to the ground. He was trembling due to the fear, and the first time he had experienced battling people wielding weapons. ''What in the world have Ie into?'' However, before Mark could react, Ethan drove his knee into the smaller man''s stomach, sending him sprawling to the ground with a gasp. Recovering from the earlier blow, Zidan lunged at Ethan again, this time with a knife of his own. Ethan quickly deflected the strike with his forearm, thennded a brutal punch to Zidan''s gut, followed by an uppercut that sent the tall man reeling. The alley was filled with the sounds of grunts and crashing bodies as Ethan fought off both men with precision and calm that surprised even him. Every movement was calcted, and every strike was effective. His hands still trembled, and he couldn''t stay calm, especially since this was his first time. Ethan was also struggling to control his breathing. Mark scrambled to his feet, clutching his side. "You-you''re dead, kid!" he shouted, panting heavily. Ethan''s eyes narrowed, and trying to calm his voice, he shouted, "You picked the wrong target." With one final move, Ethan kicked the knife out of Zidan''s hand and mmed his fist into Mark''s face, sending him crashing into the nearby wall. Both men were down, groaning in pain, clearly not expecting this level of resistance from the young man they had been tailing. Zidan looked up, his lip bleeding and his eyes wide with shock. "What the hell are you?" Ethan stood over them, breathing heavily, but this time in control. He wasn''t sure how to answer that question. Ethan didn''t even fully understand what he had be. But one thing was sure¡ªhe wasn''t the same person he had been a few days ago. "Stay away from me," Ethan warned, his voice low and dangerous. "If I see you near me or my family again, you won''t walk away next time." Zidan and Mark exchanged fearful nces, clearly realizing they had bitten off more than they could chew. Without another word, they scrambled to their feet and stumbled away, bruised and beaten. Ethan watched them go, his heart still pounding from the adrenaline. He had won the fight, but the reality of what had just happened began to sink in. He had been followed. Targeted. And though he had handled himself well, the threat was still real. He stood in the alley for a moment, his hands trembling¡ªfrom fear and the sheer weight of what had just happened. He wasn''t ready for this kind of life. The confrontation, the violence¡­ was all too much, too fast. Chapter 20 The Cost of Change Ethan sat at the kitchen table, watching his family continue their evening routine. His dad, Aaron, was absorbed in the evening paper, while his mom, Elise, was in the midst of dinner preparations, asionally exchanging words with his younger siblings, Lily and Jacob. The warm, familiar feeling of being at home enveloped him, yet Ethan couldn''t shake off a sense of unease. Ethan had just returned from touring several multimillion-dor homes, each morevish than the previous. He had chosen one in the city''s most sought-after neighborhood, a ce so secure it was almost like a fortress,plete with guards who seemed to have military backgrounds. These guards were ever vignt and moved like they were on a mission. The estate was fortified with surveince cameras, motion detectors, and guards skilled enough to protect VIPs. Ethan felt moving his family to this new, secure life was crucial, especially after a recent threatening encounter with Zidan and Mark. ''They might be part of arger organization. They may be already aware of what I have.'' These thoughts made Ethan uneasy. He pondered if this was amon worry among the wealthy. Shaking off the thought, Ethan reasoned that many wealthy individuals probably lived in simrly guarded ces, possibly even with personal bodyguards. ''Bodyguards¡­ That might be a good idea. But first, I need to move my family and gradually introduce them to our new lifestyle.'' He was worried about the sudden wealth''s impact on them, remembering his reactions when people underestimated him. He was hoping to avoid this kind of change. However, the change he feared most was the one urring within himself. Ethan sat in his old, modest apartment, which he had called home for years. He couldn''t shake off a deep sense of change within himself. ''Money has changed me,'' Ethan thought as he looked at his hands. ''The way I speak, what I think about, even how I act¡ªit''s like I''m not the same person anymore.'' This realization bothered him deeply. He had always been cautious and deliberate in his decisions. Lately, Ethan has started to act differently, spending money without worrying and fearlessly facing danger. He felt almost unstoppable, confident that he could deal with anything thanks to the Unlimited System. But was this really the person he had be? ''Maybe the old Ethan is gone,'' he thought to himself. ''The one trying to support his family and just get by. But¡­'' Ethan shook his head, pushing away the thought. After everything he had seen and learned, he knew he could not return to being that person. Having been targeted once, he understood that his family was at risk, and he could not afford to show any weakness. The world he was entering demanded that he be sharp, strong, and always strategically ahead. With these thoughts racing through his mind, he nced at his phone to check his avable Ascension Points. ===== [Ascension Points Avable: 4] ===== ''I can do something with this,'' Ethan thought. If he was going to keep moving forward, he needed to strengthen himself further. He knew he had enough Ascension Points to unlock something valuable that would make him more alert, resilient, and better prepared for the dangers ahead. Ethan pulled up the Shop panel, scanning through the newly avable items. Since leveling up to Level 2, more items had been unlocked, giving him a wider range of upgrades.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om ===== Avable Items: 1. Basic Strength Potion (1 Ascension Point) Permanently increases Strength by +2. 2. Speed Booster (1 Ascension Point) Permanently increases Speed by +2. 3. Charisma Upgrade (1 Ascension Point) Permanently increases Charisma by +2. 4. Intelligence Upgrade (1 Ascension Point) Permanently increases Intelligence by +2. 5. Endurance Potion (2 Ascension Points) Permanently increases Endurance by +5. 6. Heightened Senses Serum (2 Ascension Points) It unlocks enhanced perception and awareness of your surroundings. It heightens all five senses, allowing quicker reaction times and sharper instincts. 7. Night Vision Enhancer (1 Ascension Point) Allows you to see clearly in the dark without additional equipment. Provides low-light and night vision capabilities. 8. Reflex Amplifier (2 Ascension Points) Permanently improves reflex speed, reaction times, and hand-eye coordination, allowing quicker movements inbat and daily activities. Locked Items ¨C Level Up Required ===== Ethan''s eyes lingered on the items, considering his options. The Endurance Potion immediately caught his attention. With just two Ascension Points, he could increase his Endurance by +5, giving him the stamina he needed to handle intense situations without getting fatigued so quickly. But the one that genuinely intrigued him was the Heightened Senses Serum. He had already experienced the dangers of being followed without realizing it until it was almost toote. Having sharper senses¡ªdetecting threats before they got too close¡ªwould make a difference. ''That''s exactly what I need,'' Ethan thought excitedly. Thebination of increased endurance and heightened senses would make him significantly more capable of handling future threats. Without further hesitation, he selected both items and felt the familiar rush of energy as the system confirmed his choices. ===== [Endurance Potion Purchased. Endurance +5.] [Heightened Senses Serum Purchased. Heightened senses activated.] ===== Immediately, Ethan experienced a change within himself. His body buzzed with unfamiliar energy as if he could sprint endlessly without breaking a sweat. His breathing became easier, and his heartbeat steadied. Moreover, his perception altered dramatically. The world around him seemed toe into sharper focus, allowing him to hear even the softest sounds clearly. The noise of dishes being put away in the kitchen, the steady hum of the refrigerator, and the gentle rustle of his father flipping through the newspaper pages intensified as if his senses had been fine-tuned to catch every detail. Ethan was in awe. "This is incredible," he said, eyes wide as he took in his surroundings with a sense of wonder he''d never felt. The system revealed capabilities within him that went far beyond what any average person could do. He could sense the energy flowing through him, enhancing his connection to everything around him. He looked back at the system''s interface, satisfied with his decisions. His status had improved yet again. ===== [Status Panel] Name: Ethan Cole Level: 2 EXP: 2500 / 3000 Ascension Points: 0 Wealth: Unlimited Attributes: Strength: 10 Speed: 10 Endurance: 11 Intelligence: 16 Charisma: 6 Skills: 1. Krav Maga [Basic] 2. Close Quarters Combat [Basic] 3. Tactical Firearms [Basic] 4. Heightened Senses ===== Ethan smiled, his confidence higher than ever. He could feel himself transforming, bing stronger with each passing day. Yet, despite his newfound strength, he couldn''t escape the nagging feeling that the true challenges stilly ahead. Just then, his phone vibrated with a new message from David. David: [The advertisements have been posted! We''ve already begun to receive applications.] Before he could reply, another message arrived. David: [I''ve reviewed some initial ones, and things look promising. When would you like to start the interviews?] Ethan felt satisfied reading that. The recruitment process was already underway, and soon, NovaTech would be fully staffed with the best talent in the industry. Ethan: [Great! Let''s schedule the interviews forter this week. I have paid double to fasten the renovation process.] David: [You really are something, Ethan. Understood. I''ll take care of it.] Leaning back in his chair, Ethan reflected on the incredible journey he had embarked on in just a few short days. He had transformed from an ordinary college student into a business owner, standing on the brink of creating something monumental. The experience was both thrilling and daunting. Just then, his phone buzzed again, this time with a message from Jessica. Jessica: [Hey, Ethan! Just confirming the final steps for the house. Everything''s moving forward smoothly. Let me know if you need anything else!] Ethan: [Thanks, Jessica. I''ll need to move in as soon as possible.] Jessica: [You got it! Just a few more formalities and the house will be yours.] Ethan felt relieved by the progress with his new house, advancing NovaTech, and improving the system. However, he understood that the stakes were getting higher with each step forward. He had gained power, wealth, and knowledge. But as the saying goes, with great poweres great responsibility. Ethan was starting to feel the burden of that responsibility. ''The old Ethan would''ve never been ready for this,'' he thought, standing up from the table. ''But I''m not the old Ethan anymore.'' This thought made him stop and look at his reflection in the window. He saw a stronger, more capable person than the boy he once was. Yet, one thing had not changed amidst all the transformations¡ªhis dedication to protecting his family and creating a better life for them. That was the ultimate goal of all his efforts. He just hoped that, in the process, he wouldn''t lose sight of his true self. Chapter 21 The Volkovs Mark and Zidan stood frozen in the dimly lit room, their heads bowed in shame. The air felt suffocating, the silence so heavy it felt like a noose tightening around their necks. Every breath seemed to amplify the tension as they waited, the weight of their failure pressing down on their shoulders. Mark could feel sweat trickling down his back, and Zidan''s jaw was clenched so tightly that it ached. Neither dared look up. The room was eerily still, save for the faint sound of Lena''s fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest of her leather chair. Lena Volkov sat across from them, her eyes sharp as a hawk''s, taking in every detail of their nervous demeanor. The light above cast shadows on her face, emphasizing her sharp features. She sat gracefully, legs crossed, her posture exuding control. Though beautiful, nothing wasforting about her presence. Her beauty was a weapon¡ªcold, dangerous, and intimidating. The silence dragged on for what felt like an eternity. Lena finally broke it, her voice low butced with an unmistakable edge of contempt. "So, you two were supposed to tail a college kid¡ªa student¡ªand instead of gathering information, you ended up humiliated. Defeated." Mark opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, Lena raised her hand, silencing him instantly. The air grew colder, and her emerald eyes bore into them like a predator watching its prey. "I''m not finished," she said, her tone as sharp as a de. "You were following one kid. One. And you''re telling me he outmaneuvered both of you?" Zidan took a shaky breath, trying to salvage whatever pride he had left. "It wasn''t just any kid, boss. He¡ªhe''s got something... different about him." Lena arched an eyebrow, her expression impassive. "Different?" she repeated, skepticism dripping from her voice. "Exin." Zidan swallowed hard. "Yes, boss. It was like he knew every move we would make before we even made it. He''s fast¡ªway too fast for a student. He disarmed us in seconds. We didn''t stand a chance." Mark nodded quickly, desperate to back up Zidan''s exnation. "It''s true, boss. He''s not just some random rich kid. He''s trained¡ªseriously trained. We''ve been in this business for years, but he made us look like amateurs." Lena leaned back slightly in her chair, her fingers tapping the armrest. The tension in the room grew thicker. She mused aloud, her voice softening but no less dangerous. "A college student withbat skills? What you''re describing doesn''t sound like some spoiled brat ying with his family''s fortune," said Lena. She added, "A kid like that shouldn''t have the training to take down even my lowest-ranked men like you two, who should have been more than capable of handling him." Mark and Zidan exchanged uneasy nces. While they weren''t at the top of Lena''s roster, they were far from novices. A rich kid¡ªno matter how fast¡ªshouldn''t have been able to beat them. But here they were, standing before her, having failed a mission that should have been simple. Lena rose from her chair, her movements fluid and deliberate. She began pacing slowly, her boots clicking softly on the polished floor as she circled the two men. "Do you know why I assigned you this job?" she asked, her voice deceptively soft. Mark and Zidan remained silent, knowing better than to interrupt. "It was beneath my top operatives. I didn''t think it required much skill¡ªjust simple surveince, keeping tabs on a student. But clearly, I overestimated your abilities." Mark winced at the thinly veiled insult. His pulse quickened as he searched for a way to defend himself. "We didn''t expect him to fight back, boss. He was supposed to be easy¡ªa kid with too much money. We thought¡ª" "That''s your first mistake," Lena interrupted, her voice cold. "You thought. In this business, you don''t get paid to think." She stopped before them, her eyes sharp enough to cut through their excuses. "You get paid to get the job done." Zidan''s knees buckled slightly, and he gripped his hands tightly to stop the trembling. He could feel the blood draining from his face, his mind racing for a way to justify their failure. "We didn''t let our guard down on purpose!" Mark blurted, desperation creeping into his voice. "It''s just¡­ he''s not normal. He''s trained in something, boss. We couldn''t match him." "Trained?" Lena echoed, almost mockingly. "You''ve mentioned that twice now. But trained in what, precisely?" Zidan hesitated, unsure of how to answer. "We don''t know, but it wasn''t what we expected. He''s not just some rich kid. He''s got real skills." Lena''s lips curled into a tight smile, though her eyes remained cold. "Interesting," she murmured. "So, a student¡ªbarely out of high school, I assume¡ªmanaged to outss two of my men. It seems this is more than just a matter ofbat skills." She stopped pacing and stood directly before them, her expression calcting. "Enough about that. Tell me about the money," she ordered, her voice regaining its icy edge. "What else do we know about him?" Mark jumped in, eager to provide something useful before Lena''s patience ran out. "We followed him for a while, boss. He''s got money¡ªserious money. He went to the Jerai Royale Hotel, and we saw him meeting with someone in the private room, but we couldn''t get close enough to confirm who it was." Lena''s expression remained neutral, but her eyes sharpened. "So, you don''t even know who he met?" Mark swallowed, ncing at Zidan for support. "Not at first, boss. But afterward, we followed him to a property agency. He was looking at that famous unsold building by Luca Moretti." Zidan quickly chimed in, his voice growing more confident. "He then went to view the building with a female agent. That''s when we saw him¡ªDavid Turner was there. It''s him, boss. We''re sure of it now. He must have been the one meeting Ethan at the hotel." "And Luca Moretti was there too," Mark added, not wanting them to overlook any critical details. Lena''s interest was immediately piqued. "David Turner and Luca Moretti?" she inquired, her eyebrow arching. "How do two of the city''s most influential men end up in a deal with a college student?" Mark nodded in agreement, then added, "We''re not sure what the deal was exactly, boss. But Moretti gave Ethan the keys and ess cards to the building, and Turner talked seriously with Ethan. It definitely wasn''t just a casual chat. We think they were discussing some big business n." Lena remained silent for a moment, her mind working quickly. Luca Moretti and David Turner weren''t men who wasted their time on trivial matters. The fact that they were both engaging with Ethan Cole meant the situation was far moreplex than it appeared. This wasn''t just another wealthy college kid unting his money; Ethan was moving in circles far beyond what anyone had anticipated. "Turner and Moretti don''t meet with just anyone," Lena muttered, more to herself than to the men standing before her. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes narrowing in thought. "This kid isn''t just rich¡ªhe''s involved in something much bigger." As her mind worked, the pieces began falling into ce. The Volkov family had always prided itself on staying one step ahead of everyone else, both in business and in their covert dealings. In the public eye, they were untouchable tycoons, revered for their sess in lucrative industries like real estate, finance, and technology. But behind closed doors, they wielded an even greater influence. They were the masterminds of the Shadow Syndicate, an undergroundwork responsible for the most high-profile and wless heists the world had ever seen. Nobody suspected them. Their public persona as respected business elites allowed them to operate in the shadows without raising an eyebrow. Lena was no exception to this legacy. She had built her reputation on precision and control, which defined her rise to power. However, the leadership of the Volkov family wasn''t handed down lightly. She was one of three heirs vying for control of the Shadow Syndicate, and thepetition was fierce. Lena had decided on Novan City as the ce where she would prove she could lead her family. ''If I can obtain something from this man, I believe I will be ahead of the others,'' Lena thought, thinking about the other two heirs. Her worth wasn''t measured solely by her umted wealth; the family Elders judged her on various factors. The size and influence of her faction, her connections, her ability to execute wless operations, and her worth after climbing the ranks would all determine whether she could im the top position. This meant building her power from the ground up, and while she had operatives like Mark and Zidan¡ªwho were far from her best¡ªthey were a necessary part of her strategy in expanding her influence quickly. Lena''s lips curled into a tight smile. Ethan Cole was no ordinary college student navigating in circles far above anyone had previously thought, and now he was on her radar. "If he''s tied to Turner and Moretti, then he''s not someone we can ignore," Lena said, her voice thoughtful. "He''s either backed by someone powerful or hiding something far more dangerous." With a quiver, Zidan asked, "What do we do now, boss?" Lena''s face turned serious. "We? I don''t want any more mistakes. I''m taking care of this myself." Mark and Zidan breathed a sigh of relief, but it didn''tst long when they saw Lena''s look be even more stern. "But let me be clear," she continued, her voice cutting like a knife. "If you disappoint me again, you won''t get to say sorry." The two men tensed up, quickly nodding in agreement. "Now, leave," Lenamanded, gesturing for them to go. "And keep out of trouble."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om Mark and Zidan wasted no time. They hurried out of the room, their hearts racing, as the door closed slowly. Lena stood alone in the room, her mind buzzing with thoughts. Ethan Cole was far from your typical student. His wealth,bat skills, and ties to David Turner and Luca Moretti shrouded him in mystery. She knew she had to uncover more about him, so she needed to meet him in person. Heading over to her desk, Lena essed the scant information her team had gathered on Ethan. It wasn''t much, but it piqued her interest. The challenge was now underway, and Lena Volkov was not one to lose. Chapter 22 Crescent Ridge Awaits The morning light gently poured through the windows, bathing the room where Ethan and his family were gathered around the breakfast table. His parents quietly enjoyed breakfast while his siblings, Jacob and Lily, seemed barely awake. Yet, Ethan was wide awake, his mind buzzing with thoughts about the day ahead. Today was the day when everything would change. He nced at his parents¡ªhis father, Aaron, was looking through job listings in the newspaper. Although this task had be less pressingtely, he persisted. His mother, Elise, moved around with effortless grace, always busy. His younger siblings, Jacob and Lily, were just starting their journeys, their futures bright and full of possibilities. Breaking the morning''s quiet, Ethan spoke up, his voice steady and serious, "Mom and Dad, I need to talk to you both." "Actually, I need to talk to all of you," he said, capturing his family''s attention with the gravity in his tone. "I want you both to leave work today," Ethan announced. Before his parents could even question him, he continued, "Actually, I think it''s time you started thinking about quitting your jobs. And Jacob, Lily¡ªyou will transfer to different schools soon." An ufortable silence took over the room. Ethan''s parents looked at each other, visibly confused, while Jacob stopped eating, his spoon hanging in the air. Lily and Jacob turned their attention to Ethan, their eyes wide with curiosity and surprise. "Excuse me?" Aaron, Ethan''s father, leaned in, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "Take a day off? Quit our jobs? And why on earth would Jacob and Lily need to change schools?" Just as shocked, Jacob said, "Hold on, you''re serious, Ethan? Are we switching schools? What''s happening?" "You''ve been acting so differenttely, Ethan. What''s going on with you?" Lily added, her voice filled with worry. "Yeah. You told us to be extra careful. Are you hiding from someone?" Jacob chimed in, his curiosity piqued. Ethan inhaled deeply, fully aware that his following words would shock everyone, but he knew he had to be upfront. "I bought a house¡­ for us," he stated inly. One could literally feel the disbelief hanging in the air. Elise froze, a dish towel still in her grip, while Aaron''s eyes went wide with astonishment. Jacob and Lily exchanged nces, then turned back to Ethan, seemingly expecting him to burst intoughter and reveal it was all a joke. But Ethan remained serious. "What¡­ what do you mean you bought a house?" Elise''s voice quivered as she spoke. "You''ve just started yourpany; if I''m not mistaken, you haven''t finished that project with your faculty yet." Aaron remained silent, evidently waiting for Ethan to provide some sort of exnation. "I mean exactly that. I bought a house," Ethan said again, his tone calm. He pulled out his phone to show them pictures. "I bought us a house in the Crescent Ridge Estate, one of the city''s most secure and luxurious neighborhoods." "Crescent Ridge?" Jacob''s reaction was of sheer surprise. He had only heard tales of this high-end residential area. It wasn''t just Jacob who was shocked. Aaron and Elise were even more astonished. Looking at the pictures, his parents were in awe and confusion. The house looked incredible, with its expansivewns, modern design, bright white walls, andrge windows that filled the space with sunlight. The details about the estate''s security were impressive, too: trained guards, security gates, cameras, and regr patrols. "Crescent Ridge?" Aaron finally spoke up, his voice thick with amazement. "That''s one of the priciest ces to live in Novan City. How did you manage¡­?" Ethan responded with a smile, keeping the mood light. "Let''s just say I''ve put in a lot of hard work, and luck was on my side. Everything''s arranged. We''re moving in today." "You''re serious?" While Jacob was still trying to wrap his head around it, excitement began to sparkle in his eyes. Ethan simply nodded. "Yes, and I''m also enrolling both of you in Crescent International Academy, the city''s top private school." Jacob''s mouth fell open, his words momentarily lost. He had dreamed of attending Crescent International for as long as he could remember. It was the kind of school only the wealthiest families could afford¡ªknown for its cutting-edge facilities, renowned teachers, and a track record of sending students to the top universities in the world. But it had always seemed like a far-off fantasy. "Crescent International? You''re going to get me into Crescent International?" Jacob''s voice barely rose above a whisper. Ethan smiled, seeing the disbelief in his brother''s eyes. "Yeah, I did. And Lily, too. I''ve handled the documents." Jacob fell silent, stunned into speechlessness. Lily, although younger, seemed equally excited, her face lighting up as the realization dawned. Aaron cleared his throat, still trying to wrap his head around his son''s words. "Ethan, this is¡­ this is unbelievable. We appreciate what you''re doing, but this kind of decision¡­ I mean, you should''ve talked to us first." "I know, Dad," Ethan said, his tone softening. "But this is something I''ve wanted to do for all of us." He looked at his family and said, "It''s not just about moving into a big house or transferring schools. It''s about security,fort, and a better life. You and Mom have worked so hard for so long. It''s time for you to rest." Aaron and Elise exchanged a nce. They were still processing the gravity of Ethan''s words, but the more they thought about it, the more they realized how much things had changed for their son in such a short time. "I still have my doubts. Where do you get the money?" Aaron inquired.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om Ethan took a deep breath. This was the moment he had to stretch the truth. "David was really impressed with what I can do. He even used his connections to secure us a spot and took care of everything." "I know you''re talented, but... Don''t you think that''s too much for him to do?" Aaron questioned further. "Everyone, I''m sorry if thises off as bragging, but... David sees me as a valuable part of ourpany," Ethan shared. His family was well aware of Ethan''s intelligence. He had been the top student in his school every year. He had even received a schrship offer to study medicine abroad. Despite this, he chose to pursue Computer Science with a focus on Artificial Intelligence at the country''s leading university. He had always been more drawn to numbers and technology. "I see¡­" Aaron responded, nodding in understanding. Ethan was relieved to see his family, especially his parents, seemed convinced by his exnation. "Elise," Aaron whispered, turning to his wife with hesitation. Do you think we should..." Elise nervously bit her lip, her gaze locked on the pictures of the house. "I¡­ I''m not sure. This all feels so sudden." Ethan, sensing their uncertainty, offered a soothing suggestion. "There''s no need to hurry," he said. "Why don''t we try living there for a bit? The house is ready to move into; just bring some clothes for now." He then nced at Lily and Jacob, noticing their bewildered expressions as they stared at the photos. Gently ruffling Lily''s hair and giving Jacob a reassuring pat on the shoulder, Ethan proposed, "And if you two want to pick out some new clothes, I''m all for it." "Really?!" they eximed together, their surprise turning into smiles at Ethan''s confirmation. Ethan, smiling broadly, reassured his parents, "I''ve taken care of the moving details. Apany wille in a few days to help with the essentials. Once we''re at the house, we can figure out what we need and don''t." Unable to hold back his excitement, Jacob blurted out, "When do we get to see the house?" With a grin, Ethan replied, "Actually, we can go now. I''ve arranged for a car; it should be here any minute. Let''s grab what we need." Spurred by Ethan''s words, Jacob and Lily rushed to gather their things, followed by Aaron and Elise. Chapter 23 More to Come Ethan''s family was engulfed in surrealism as they journeyed to Crescent Ridge. The luxury SUV that Ethan had managed to book for the trip only intensified their sense of disbelief. The interior, decked out in leather, starkly contrasted with the worn-out buses and cramped public transport they had grown ustomed to. As they smoothly cruised down the road, the engine''s hum was a mere whisper, leading them toward a life beyond their wildest dreams. "Whoa¡­ This car is sofortable," Lily marveled, caressing the soft leather seats. For years, owning a car was a distant dream for the Cole family. Thanks to their proximity, they had always relied on walking to work and school. Even visiting rtives was a rarity, as they preferred to avoid the hassles of public transportation. Ethan nced over at his little sister, smiling. "Do you like it, Lily?" "Of course I do!" she eximed, excitement radiating through the vehicle. "Well, maybe I''ll get one of these for us soon," Ethan said with a grin. The family exchanged smiles, though their smiles hid their disbelief. For them, owning a car like this seemed impossible. Little did they know that Ethan, with his wealth, could easily purchase the entirepany that manufactured the SUV. If they were aware of this fact, their surprised smiles would probably turn into stunned expressions. As the SUV approached Crescent Ridge Estates'' entrance, Aaron, Elise, Jacob, and Lily leaned in closer, their eyes wide with amazement, pressing their faces against the windows. The luxury of the neighborhood was unlike anything they had ever seen before. The area was filled with perfectly maintainedwns, vast properties, and high gates along the roads. It was like entering a new world they had only ever seen from a distance. "Jacob... Look at that," Lily said in a low voice, pointing towards the entrance. At the gates, security guards dressed in spotless uniforms stood guard. These guards saluted briefly as the car drove through, and Jacob and Lily, overwhelmed by what they saw, saluted back, their faces beaming with pride and wonder. "This feels like a dream," Elise whispered, her voice barely audible. Her eyes were wide as they took in the lush surroundings. Every detail, from the perfectly trimmed hedges to the grand mansions hidden among the trees, seemed too perfect to be real. Aaron could only nod, speechless. The enormity of the moment overwhelmed him. As the SUV pulled into the driveway of their new home, Ethan and his family got out of the car, their mouths agape in wonder. In front of them stood a breathtaking three-story house, its modern design shining bright in the sunlight. Therge windows bathed the interior in light, creating a weing, airy space. The front yard was like a private park, with its meticulously maintained trees and flowers. "This¡­ is it," Ethan dered, his voice brimming with pride as he stepped out of the car. "Our new home." Aaron followed, his gaze fixed on the house, taking in every detail in awe. Elise covered her mouth with her hand, tears in her eyes. She had dreamed of a better life for her children, but this surpassed anything she could have imagined. Jacob and Lily couldn''t hold back their excitement. They ran toward the front door, eager to see their new home up close. "I can''t believe this is real," Aaron finally spoke, his voice trembling. "This is¡­ incredible." "It''s too beautiful, Ethan," Elise said softly, wiping away her tears as she looked at the house. Jacob and Lily were at the front door, their eyes wide with amazement. They had always hoped for a better life, but this was beyond anything they could have dreamed of. Ethanughed gently. "It''s real, Mom. It''s real, Dad. And it''s ours." As they walked towards the house, the front door opened, and Jessica, the agent who had helped Ethan with the purchase, greeted them with a warm smile.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om "Wee home!" she beamed. Jessica had made sure the house was ready for them to move into, taking care of every detail from the furniture to the decor, making everything perfect. Ethan introduced her with a warm smile, saying, "Everyone, this is Jessica. She''s the one who made all of this happen so quickly." Pleasantly, Jessica greeted everyone, "Nice to meet you all," and offered her hand to Ethan''s parents. Elise shook her hand and replied, "Thank you so much, Jessica, for your help." Jessica''s smile was bright, but something in her eyes hinted at a deeper connection to this moment¡ªlike she could feel the weight of the emotions hanging in the air. Lily, always curious, leaned closer and whispered, "She''s so beautiful. Ethan, is she...?" Ethan''s cheeks turned red immediately. "Lily!" he hissed, trying to stay calm as his family looked at him, amusement in their eyes. "Jessica is an amazing agent who helped us get this house," Ethan quickly exined, his tone severe yet gentle. "We should be thanking her for her skill and efficiency. That''s the reason we''re able to move in so quickly." A bit flushed from Ethan''spliments, Jessica modestly responded, "I was just doing my job, Mr. Cole." Grinning, Jacob and Lily said in unison, "Thank you, Jessica!" And with that, they zoomed past her into the house, eager to check out every corner. Jessica chuckled softly, her cheeks still a bit rosy from thepliments. "They''re wonderful," she observed, watching as the siblings vanished into the house. Aaron and Elise walked into the grand entrance, following their kids, still in awe. "Thank you, Jessica," Aaron said, adding his gratitude as they went by. Jessica smiled and said, "My pleasure." She then nced at Ethan, who was standing by the door. "Aren''t youing in, Mr. Cole?" she asked. Ethan responded with a yful smile. "Jessica, I''ve told you¡ªdrop the formality." Jessica hesitated. While she had beenfortable calling him by his first name over the phone and in texts, as he had insisted, it was different in person. Standing in front of someone as distinguished as Ethan and being fully aware of his considerable wealth made it harder for her to address him casually. Despite his down-to-earth attitude, she found it challenging to drop the formalities face-to-face. Finally, she apologized softly, with a hint of shyness, "I''m sorry, Ethan. Let''s go in." Ethan led the way into the house. As they entered, the lively sounds of his siblings filled the air. Jacob and Lily were running from one room to another, their voices filled with excitement and disbelief at the size and luxury of their new home. Aaron and Elise slowly wandered through the vast, beautifully designed rooms, absorbing every detail. The kitchen was sleek, the floors were made of Italian marble, and the furniture was custom-built¡ªit felt like walking into a dream. Each room they entered was more breathtaking than thest, and to top it off, there was even a swimming pool in the backyard. Ethan watched his family from a distance, feeling a quiet pride. Seeing them so full of joy and happiness made him feel that all his efforts were worth it. Standing next to him, Jessica smiled gently. "Seeing them this happy makes me happy, too, especially since I was part of making it happen," she said,ughing softly. Ethan nodded, his gaze still fixed on his family. "They''ve given everything their whole lives. They deserve this moment. It''s their time to enjoy life," he replied. Jessica turned to him with a curious look. "You''ve been incredibly busy these past few days, haven''t you? Two luxurious properties in just a few days. I''ve never seen anyone move that quickly," she observed. Ethan chuckled, "There''s more on the horizon. This is just the start." Jessica, her curiosity piqued, couldn''t help but ask, "What''s next for you? I can''t even begin to imagine what could top this." Ethan smiled, keeping his cards close to his chest. His thoughts were already sprinting ahead, filled with ns for NovaTech, thepany he aimed to establish, the team he wished to gather, and the paramount task of securing his family''s future. The system handed him a new direction in life. Each mission, every objective, propelled him forward. He was aware of the hurdles ahead, yet, at this moment, the sight of his family''s happiness was a soothing balm to his worries. Ethan walked toward the living room''s expansive windows. Outside, security patrols made their rounds, a testament to the neighborhood''s safety. A wave of relief washed over Ethan. His family was safe, secure, and content¡ªachievements he had once deemed unattainable. And this was merely the start. "I''ll ensure it remains this way," Ethan murmured to himself, his resolve hardening with each moment. From her spot across the room, Jessica watched him with a knowing smile. Though she had yet to unravel Ethan Cole''s mysteries or discern his future ns, one thing was unmistakably clear¡ªEthan was far from ordinary. Chapter 24 A Warm Invitation The soft, warm glow of the setting sun bathed the sprawling estate in Crescent Ridge, casting long shadows across the pristinewn. Inside their new home, Ethan''s family was still in awe of the beauty around them. They were gradually getting used to the splendor of their new lifestyle, yet it all felt like a dream they were scared to wake up from. Ethan was standing by therge windows in the living room, talking in low tones with Jessica, who was near the entrance, her bag hanging loosely on her arm. "Are you sure you don''t want to stay for dinner, Jessica?" Elise called out from the kitchen, her voice warmly and inviting. "I''m making something special for all of us tonight. You should stay and enjoy it." Jessica nced at Elise, already having a polite refusal at the ready, but she paused. There was something about this family¡ªsomething genuinely warm and inviting that made it hard to decline. And the truth was, she hadn''t enjoyed a proper home-cooked meal in a long time. Her busy schedule and workmitments meant that dinners were usually takeout or something quickly heated up in the microwave. "Thank you, Mrs. Cole, but I don''t want to intrude," Jessica said, managing a soft smile, trying to keep her voice cheerful. "This is your first night in your new home. It should be a special time for your family." Elise looked at Ethan and then back at Jessica. "Jessica, you''ve been a huge help to us. We couldn''t have done this without you. Please, stay and rx for a while. You''ve more than earned it." Before Jessica could politely refuse once more, Lily chimed in with a big smile. "You must stay, Jessica! You''ve got to try my mom''s cooking¡ªit''s the best!" She gave two enthusiastic thumbs up, clearly proud of her mother''s culinary skills. Jessica was about to decline again, but the genuine warmth in Lily''s voice and the inviting looks from the whole family made her hesitate. Her family was far away, and enjoying a meal with such a kind and weing group touched her deeply. "I don''t want to be a bother," Jessica whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. Despite her hesitation, Elise was already adding another te to the table. "Don''t think of it like that, dear," Elise reassured her, her smile warm and genuine. "You''ve been such a big help to us. It''s really no trouble. I insist you stay for dinner. It would be my pleasure to cook for you." Jessica looked uncertain, her eyes flickering towards Ethan, hoping for his support. His encouraging nod was all she needed to let go of her reservations. Ethan chimed in with a supportive smile, "Come on, Jessica. You''ve earned a moment to rx." Finally, Jessica gave in with a soft sigh, "Okay, but just this once. It feels strange being on this side of things." Seeing her agree, Ethan''s face lit up with a smile. "Perfect. I''ll get the groceries ordered. We''ll make sure Mom has everything she needs for dinner." He quickly got on his phone and ordered the necessary groceries. In no time, a delivery truck pulled up, and soon, the kitchen was brimming with fresh groceries¡ªvibrant fruits and vegetables, select meats and seafood, and an assortment of spices. Jacob watched with a yful smile as Elise carefully sorted the ingredients. He teased her, saying, "You can cook like the chefs on those cooking shows now, Mom." Elise chuckled, modestly shaking her head, "I''m far from being a celebrity chef, but this will certainly be fun to cook with." The yful remark made the whole familyugh, and soon, the kitchen was alive with the delightful scents of herbs, spices, and roasting vegetables. Amid it all, Elise hummed quietly, sorting through various spices, ready to prepare the first family meal in their new home. Her hands moved confidently, though the luxury of the high-end kitchen,plete with marble countertops and stainless steel appliances, was a far cry from what she was used to. Every now and then, she paused, a small, incredulous smile on her lips. "Food is ready," Elise announced. Immediately, everyone hurried to their seats, eager to start eating. Seated next to Ethan, Jessica watched the family interact, her heart filled with a whirlwind of emotions. She hadn''t realized how much she missed these moments¡ªsitting down to a home-cooked meal, surrounded by her family, withughter echoing around the room. It felt like forever since she''d felt this kind of warmth. This scene took her back to her own family, miles away in Novan City, sparking a wave of homesickness within her. She blinked rapidly, fighting back tears. Noticing Jessica''s sudden silence, Elise left the kitchen and gently touched Jessica''s shoulder. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" she asked with evident concern. Jessica let out a shakyugh, her voice slightly strained. "I''m fine. I just¡­ I miss my mom. It''s been ages since I''ve had a meal like this. Your cooking makes me think of home." Elise offered a warm smile and gently squeezed Jessica''s shoulder. "You''re always wee here, Jessica. Whether you need a break from work or just want to unwind, our door is open to you," she said, her voice warm. "I''ll be at home from now on." Hearing this, Ethan quickly looked up, surprise evident in his eyes. He hadn''t expected his mother to announce something so significant. "You''ve¡­ resigned?" Ethan asked, his voice low and filled with disbelief. Elise nodded, her lips curving into a serene smile. "Yes. I''ve sent out my resignation letter. It''s time for a new beginning. I want to focus on cooking for my family and embracing this next chapter of our lives." Turning back to Jessica, Elise''s voice was earnest. "So please, feel free toe over any time. I really mean that." Tears welled up in Jessica''s eyes, and she could no longer hold them back. She nodded, her voice choked with emotion. "Thank you, Mrs. Cole. That means so much to me." Aaron cleared his throat at the other side of the table, attempting to lighten the mood. "I don''t think I''m quite ready to retire just yet," he said lightly. "I believe I''ve got a few more productive years ahead of me."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om Lily, seated at the table''s far end, shed a mischievous grin. "Dad,e on! You should start enjoying life like a wealthy retiree. Isn''t that what rich dads do? You could pick up golfing or y tennis with the other business folks." Jacob leaned forward, his grin wide, as he teased Aaron. "Yeah, Dad! You''ll be hitting the golf course before you know it, chatting about stocks and investments while decked out in one of those fancy golf outfits." Aaron yfully rolled his eyes. "Golf? Do you really think I have the patience for that?" The whole table burst intoughter, Aaron included, as he pictured himself in a ridiculous golf outfit. Elise turned to Jessica as theughter settled, her tone light and teasing. "So, Jessica, you''re such a wonderful young woman. Is there someone special in your life?" Jessica was taken aback by the abrupt question. She blushed slightly andughed nervously. "Oh, um, no. Not right now. I was so focused on my studies before, and now with work¡­ I haven''t really had the time for, you know, that kind of thing." Lily gasped dramatically and leaned in, her eyes wide with surprise. "But you''re so beautiful, Jessica! How is it possible you don''t have someone special?" Jessica shook her head; herughter was more genuine this time. "It''s not that simple, Lily. Life gets busy, and some things must take a backseat." Elise leaned in closer, lowering her voice slightly, though still loud enough for everyone to hear. "Well, you know, you should watch our Ethan here. He''s quite the catch, and now that he''s moving up in the world..." "Mom!" Ethan choked, nearly dropping his fork as his face turned red. He reached for his water ss, coughing awkwardly. The entire table burst intoughter again, and Jessica, her cheeks burning just as red, couldn''t help butugh along, even as she hid her face behind her hands. "I''m just teasing, dear," Elise said, winking. "But you never know. Life has a funny way of working things out." Jacob leaned in, nudging Ethan with a smirk. "So, big brother, when''s the wedding?" Ethan groaned, hiding his face in his hands. "You guys are impossible." As theughter subsided, Jessica felt a warm feeling spread through her. This family had a way of making her feel so at ease, so wee. She caught herself watching Ethan, noticing how much he had changed recently. His newfound confidence, determination, andmitment to his family''s future impressed her more than she had initially realized. "Alright, enough teasing," Aaron said, sitting back with a content smile. "Let''s eat. Elise, this meal smells amazing." The family fell into a leisurely,fortable pace, enjoying the meal and each other''spany. Jessica enjoyed the food, each bite reminding her of the meals her mother used to make, filled with love and warmth. She hadn''t realized how much she missed this feeling¡ªthefort of a home-cooked meal and surrounded by people who genuinely cared about her. Elise leaned closer to Jessica, her voice gentle yet filled with warmth, "Remember, Jessica, you''re always wee here. I mean that." Jessica smiled, her eyes glossy with tears she was trying to hold back, "Thank you. I''ll definitely take you up on that offer." The house was filled with a warm, familial glow as the evening progressed. Laughter and a sense of belonging permeated the air. For the first time in a long while, Jessica felt like she had found a ce where she belonged. Despite still feeling a bit sheepish from the teasing he''d received earlier, Ethan couldn''t help but be thankful for how things were turning out in his life. Later, after dinner, while Jessica helped Elise clear the table, Ethan stood by therge window, looking out into the serene night sky. The stars shone brightly, offering him peace for the first time in days. His family was safe and content, and everything seemed to fall into ce. Yet, he was aware that this was just the start. There were still challenges to face, battles to be fought, and secrets that remained hidden. But for tonight, he decided to let all that go. Tonight, he was Ethan¡ªa son, a brother, and a young man whose future was as promising as the stars twinkling above. Chapter 25 Upgrade Jessica left the housete, her warm smile lingering as she waved goodbye. Ethan watched from the front door, his eyes following her car until it disappeared down the street. The day had been rewarding. His family was content and secure, their future bright after a long time. "Goodbye, everyone! Thank you for everything. See you soon!" Jessica shouted before driving away. "Bye, Jessica!" Lily''s voice rang out the clearest. Her joy was unmistakable¡ªhaving Jessica around filled a gap in her life, giving her the older sister she''d always wanted. As Jessica''s car faded from view, Ethan turned back to his family, feeling a deep sense of pride. After everyone had left, Ethan followed and gently closed the door behind him. He paused momentarily, leaning against it, soaking in the sounds of his family gettingfortable in their new,vish home. The cheerful chatter of his siblings echoed from their rooms. At the same time, the soft murmur of his parents'' conversation floated in from the living room. Everything seemed to click into ce, feeling just right. Ethan had carried the burden of financial worries for years. Countless nights were spent lying awake, fretting over the future, wondering if his parents would catch a break or his siblings would get the chances they deserved. But now, things were different. They were in a vast estate, surrounded by safety and security. The change in their circumstances had transformed their lives. Ethan was still leaning against the front door, taking a moment to close his eyes. The sense of relief that washed over him was intense. It wasn''t just the sudden wealth that mattered¡ªit was knowing his family wouldn''t longer struggle. They could finally live without worrying about what the next day might hold. But this relief also brought with it a sense of responsibility. The system granted Ethan this opportunity but also introduced new challenges. He understood this was just the start. Heading upstairs to his bedroom, the familiar sound of a system notification rang in his mind. Sitting on the edge of his bed, his heart pounded excitedly as he opened the Missions Panel. ===== Missions Panel [Mission Completed: Improve Your Status] Objective: Use the resources the system provides to improve your life and the lives of those around you. Reward: 1. 1,000 EXP 2. 5 Ascension Points ===== Ethan let out a soft chuckle. The feeling of achievement was unmistakable. He had moved up a level in life, quite literally. But it wasn''t just about the points or the rewards¡ªit was more about the journey. The distance they had all traveled together. He thought about his father, Aaron, who had to work overtime at a job that barely paid the bills. His mother, Elise, always prioritized the family, sacrificing her own needs for theirs. His siblings, Jacob and Lily, were brimming with potential but were held back by their situation. They had faced tough times. Callous times. But those days were behind them now. Ethan''s fingers paused above the system interface, drawn to a new set of notifications that had just popped up. ===== Congrattions! You have leveled up! Current Level: 2 ¡ú 3 EXP: 3500 / 4000 Ascension Points: 0 ¡ú 5 Free Attribute Points: 0 ¡ú 10 Attributes Increased: Strength: +1 Speed: +1 Endurance: +1 Intelligence: +1 Charisma: +1 ===== Ethan got out of bed and stretched, feeling a newfound strength coursing through his body. As his gazended on the set of dumbbells Jessica had thoughtfully added to his room, he couldn''t help but smile. She seemed to know he''d need them. Picking up one of the 20-kilogram weights felt surprisingly easier than before. Ethan''s grip was firm and confident as he lifted it almost effortlessly, a tangible testament to his growing strength. ''I''m actually getting stronger,'' Ethan realized with pride. ''Faster. More capable.'' With anticipation, he opened the Status Panel to see how much progress he had made. ===== [Status Panel] Name: Ethan Cole Level: 3 EXP: 3500 / 4000 Ascension Points: 5 Wealth: Unlimited Attributes: Strength: 11 Speed: 11 Endurance: 12 Intelligence: 17 Charisma: 7 Free Attribute Points: 10 Skills: 1. Krav Maga [Basic] 2. Close Quarters Combat [Basic] 3. Tactical Firearms [Basic] 4. Heightened Senses ===== Ethan sat back, lost in thought, as he recalled the intense encounter with Zidan and Mark, two formidable thugs. The confrontation had been a narrow escape, highlighting how crucial his physical abilities were. He knew he couldn''t be caught off guard again. "Time to n this out," Ethan said, reflecting on his recent experiences. He was determined not to repeat past mistakes. First on his list was Strength. Zidan''s overwhelming force had been a wake-up call. Although Ethan had managed to stand his ground, he realized he needed to be stronger. So, he decided to add +3 to his Strength, increasing it to 14. This boost in strength would be vital for future confrontations, allowing Ethan to hit harder and easily lift heavier objects. Speed was next. After the harrowing chase with Zidan and Mark, Ethan knew how essential speed and agility were. He allocated +3 points to Speed, improving it to 14. Instantly, Ethan felt more agile and quick. His body seemed more responsive, capable of faster movements and reactions. Lastly, he focused on Endurance, adding +2 points to reach 14. The recent fight had drained him, his breaths short andbored as he struggled to keep pace. Enhancing his endurance would enable him tost longer inbat, outpace his opponents, and sustain his energy during extended physical activity. Finally, he turned to Charisma. He did not know that this attribute made him better-looking. He thought it had something to do with the aura after people looked at him. After all, his interactions with influential people like David Turner and Jessica showed him that social skills were just as necessary as physical prowess. By adding +2 to his Charisma, raising it to 9, he could better inspire loyalty, earn respect, and handle theplex social situations that came with his new wealth and power. As he assigned the points, Ethan felt a wave of energy. It wasn''t just a physical change¡ªhis mind became sharper, his thoughts clearer, and his confidence unbreakable. He was transforming into the person he needed to be. But there was more to it. Ethan realized that having physical and social strength was only part of what he needed. It would take more than raw power to survive in the evolving world around him. His recent encounters with Zidan and Mark were a clear signal. If they were just the beginning, who else might be out there? What other threats were waiting? Ethan understood he had to stay one step ahead. Comcency was not an option. "There''s moreing," he thought, his mind racing. "Those two thugs were just the beginning. If I''m going to protect my family¡ªand myself¡ªI must be ready for anything." Opening the Shop Panel, Ethan scrolled through the avable options. He believed his Level 3 status had unlocked a few new items, but he knew he needed to focus on the essentials. He didn''t have enough points to waste on unnecessary upgrades. ===== [Shop Panel] Avable Items: 1. Basic Strength Potion (1 Ascension Point) Permanently increases Strength by +2. 2. Speed Booster (1 Ascension Point) Permanently increases Speed by +2. 3. Charisma Upgrade (1 Ascension Point) Permanently increases Charisma by +2. 4. Intelligence Upgrade (1 Ascension Point) Permanently increases Intelligence by +2. 5. Night Vision Enhancer (1 Ascension Point) Allows you to see clearly in the dark without additional equipment. Provides low-light and night vision capabilities. 6. Reflex Amplifier (1 Ascension Points) Permanently improves reflex speed, reaction times, and hand-eye coordination, allowing quicker movements inbat and daily activities. [Locked Items ¨C Level 5 Required] ===== "Level 5 to unlock new items, huh?" Ethan mumbled to himself as he looked over the options. He wasn''t too bothered that he couldn''t ess new items yet. The current selection had plenty of enhancements, and he didn''t even have enough points to buy everything he wanted. As Ethan explored the avable items, he thought about the best mix for his needs. The Heightened Senses Serum he had tried before was beneficial for keeping him sharp and aware of his environment. However, he realized he needed more to improve his endurance and reflexes. ''I need to be in top shape, both physically and mentally, if I''m going to handle whateveres my way,'' he considered. Making up his mind quickly, Ethan chose the upgrades that would give him the advantage he needed for the challenges ahead and his increasing responsibilities. ===== [Basic Strength Potion Purchased. Strength +2.] [Speed Booster Purchased. Speed +2.] [Charisma Upgrade Purchased. Charisma +2.] [Intelligence Upgrade Purchased. Intelligence +2.] [Reflex Amplifier Purchased.] ===== Ethan was buzzing with excitement. He thought to himself, "How do Ipare to others now? Am I on the level of a professional athlete yet?" The thought excited him. ===== [Status Panel] Name: Ethan Cole Level: 3 EXP: 3500 / 4000 Ascension Points: 0 Wealth: Unlimited Attributes: Strength: 16 Speed: 16n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om Endurance: 14 Intelligence: 19 Charisma: 11 Free Attribute Points: 0 Skills: 1. Krav Maga [Basic] 2. Close Quarters Combat [Basic] 3. Tactical Firearms [Basic] 4. Heightened SensesAmplified Reflex ===== Every increase in his stats and new skill he acquired made him stronger and more skilled, alert, and prepared for whatever challenges the world might throw at him. "And how would I fare against real fighters? Like MMA professionals?" He couldn''t help but chuckle at the thought. Ethan knew he wasn''t ready to enter such an arena yet. But he also knew that with a few more improvements, the idea ofpeting with some of the best wasn''t just a dream¡ªit was a possibility that was getting closer. He would continue to rely on his growing skills in Krav Maga and Close Quarters Combat. These skills had already helped him in a recent scuffle, and he was confident they would be useful if needed. Lying on his bed, Ethan sighed contentedly. His thoughts then shifted to the bigger picture¡ªhis project, NovaTech. He wasying a solid foundation, but there was still much to do. Ethan knew he needed the right team, connections, and strategy to take NovaTech to new heights. He had a clear vision, and with his newfound abilities, he was more capable than ever of making it a reality. But for tonight, he allowed himself to rest. As he rxed, a small smile yed on his lips. The world could wait until tomorrow. By then, he''d be stronger, smarter, and more prepared than ever. Chapter 26 Talent and Deception The following day, Ethan was awakened by his phone''s constant notifications. He received a text from David. David: [Good morning, Ethan. I''m starting the interview process today.] As Ethan rubbed his eyes, trying to adjust to the morning light, his phone vibrated with another message from David. David: [The office''s entrance, ground floor, and first floor are all setup. We just need to finish the second floor and the rooftop. Will you being to help with the interviews?] Ethan couldn''t help but smile, impressed by the quick work ra and her team had done in just three days. The office was nearly ready, promising a lively and modern workspace. While still in bed, Ethan quickly typed his reply. Ethan: [I trust you to handle the interviews, David. You have an excellent knack for spotting talent. Plus, it might be better if Jessica assists you. Her agency should be able to spare her for a day.] David''s response was swift. David: [Jessica, huh? Not a bad idea. She''s impressed me so far, and handling this alone would be tiring. I''ll get in touch with her. Good thinking.] Ethan breathed a deep sigh of relief as he set his phone down. With David and Jessica handling the recruitment, he could finally shift his focus to the bigger picture: NovaTech''s growth and the development of thepany''s first major project. Not long ago, he would have been overwhelmed by the enormity of the task. He had always been an uninspired young man, his days consumed by thoughts of making ends meet and helping his family, earning just enough to scrape by. Ethan''s future had seemed like a never-ending grind, each day blending into the next. It had been survival, not living. His ambitions were vague, his goals limited to simply staying afloat. But all that changed the day the Unlimited System entered his life. With the system''s abilities came not only power but purpose. The missions it assigned were more than just tasks¡ªthey gave his life direction and provided him with a roadmap, something he had never had before. Each mission built upon thest, pulling him out of the mundane and pushing him toward something more significant. Suddenly, everything mattered. The system had given Ethan''s life a rity he hadn''t known he was missing. Now, as Ethan stood on the cusp of something extraordinary, he could feel the weight of his decisions. The sense of fulfillment that came withpleting missions wasn''t just about the rewards¡ªit was about knowing he was making real progress. Ethan wasn''t just building apany; he was building his life, one mission at a time. The most pressing mission before him was now tied to his first meeting with David Turner. He remembered the moment clearly¡ªwhen the system assigned him the task to set everything in motion. ===== [Mission: Deliver Sess] Objective: Sessfully develop andunch the NovanCity Food Delivery App. Reward: 5,000 EXP, 20 Ascension Points ===== Ethan took another look at the mission panel, a half-smile on his face. "This name just doesn''t work," he mused, shaking his head in mild amusement. "I need something with more punch¡ªsomething that sticks." Ethan was sure this was just the start. The app was merely the first step for NovaTech, signaling the beginning of something much bigger. He could already see how this mission would lead to more, each broadening NovaTech''s reach and paving the way for innovative projects with even higher stakes. *** Meanwhile, across town, David and Jessica were teaming up. Ethan was right to count on her; her agency had no problem giving her the day off to assist with hiring, considering Ethan was a key client. Jessica arrived early at the office, stepping into the revamped reception area, and she couldn''t hide her amazement. The once-empty space now looked like a sleek, modern office full of promise. "Morning, Jessica," David weed her with a warm smile. "Good morning, Mr. Turner," she responded, smiling back and admiring the new officeyout. David quickly dismissed the formality. "Please, just David¡ªEthan does." With a smile and a nod, Jessica agreed, "Alright, David. Working with such an energetic team is just a bit of an adjustment." Davidughed lightly. "I feel the same. Ready to get started?" "Definitely," she replied, straightening her zer. "Let''s find the best people for NovaTech." David shared a moment of honesty as they headed towards the interview section. "I''m happy you''re here. Managing all this alone is tough, and having someone as capable as you by my side makes a big difference." Jessica''s smile grew a little. "I''m thrilled to be involved in this. I truly believe in what Ethan wants to achieve with NovaTech." David nodded, his face softening. He had to acknowledge that working with Ethan was a breath of fresh airpared to his usual experiences. Unlike many startup founders who only focused on quick profits, Ethan had the means, the smarts, and the patience to build something substantial. David''s thoughts wandered as he considered the startups for which he had raised funds before. He had always supported them, hoping to open their doors with hiswork and resources. But he was disappointed when, after he helped them find some sess, these startups forgot his contributions and became hard to work with. "Business is business," they would often say, but it didn''t make it less painful for him. "David?" Jessica''s voice snapped him back to the present. He blinked,ing back to the moment. "Sorry, I was lost in thought." She looked at him with concern. "Everything alright?" David brushed off his momentary distraction with augh. "Yes, I''m fine. Just eager to get things rolling today." Jessica checked the time. "We have about 15 minutes before the interviews begin. Let''s get prepared." As they made their way to the interview room, the number of candidates waiting in line seemed to grow. The attractive sry packages and the modern look of NovaTech''s headquarters caught many people''s attention. David even hired an event managementpany and a security personnel team to ensure everything went smoothly. Ethan, always the one for detail, ensured enough staff members were present to keep the environment safe. Upon entering the room, Jessica looked around at the organized setup. Shemented, "It looks like we''ve got everything under control. I doubt we''ll have any trouble today," her eyes yfully scanning the security guards. David smiled, "This is all new to me as well. I''m still getting ustomed to Ethan''s way of handling things." Jessica chuckled in agreement. "He certainly bold, doesn''t he?" They settled in, bracing themselves for the long day ahead. However, as the interviews progressed, it was evident that not all candidates were as they presented themselves. Some were clearly only after the high sries, while others were caught lying on their resumes. David let out a weary sigh after one particrly disappointing interview. "What a generation we''re dealing with." With a smirk, Jessica whispered, "This guy ims he''sunched three sessful apps," while looking over a resume. "But ording to the information online, he was not even a part of the team." Shaking his head, David replied, "Seems like he''s mentioned some projects from hisst job. Even Ethan has a more impressive portfolio than this fellow. That''s a ''No'' from us." As the morning wore on, they encountered more candidates with exaggerated resumes and subpar qualifications. They shared knowing looks as they navigated through the underwhelming talent pool. Among the many applicants, Lena Volkov was immediately noticeable. As she entered the interview room, her calm yet confident demeanor caught the attention of David and Jessica. Lena wore a sleek, professional ck dress, radiating intelligence and a subtle edge that made her stand out. David and Jessica didn''t realize Lena was far from another job seeker. She was actually the infamous leader of the group that Zidan and Mark were part of, and she had set her sights on Ethan. This interview was not merely about securing a job for Lena. She intended to use this opportunity to infiltrate NovaTech and get closer to her new target, Ethan. Lena had carefully constructed a fake identity aside from her name. She boasted an impressive resume with fabricated credentials and a meticulously designed career history.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om Her family''s legitimate businesses provided her with the resources to craft a believable facade, and herposed nature was the finishing touch to her disguise. During her interview, Lena was wless. She answered every question with precision and convincingly discussed her supposed career path. She confidently talked about growth strategies, managing projects, and expanding businesses. David, clearly impressed, leaned in. "You mentioned you were part of a team that brought apany to its IPO in just three years. That''s quite an aplishment." Lena responded with a modest smile, "Thank you. It required much hard work but taught me how to excel in high-pressure situations." Jessica nodded, intrigued. "How do you see yourself contributing to NovaTech''s growth?" Lena replied without missing a beat: "NovaTech is on the brink of shaking up the market. I believe I have the right strategies to scale thepany quickly and ensure it bes a major contender." David and Jessica exchanged approving nces. "Well, you''ve certainly made an impression," David remarked. "We''ll get back to you soon with our decision." Lena left the room with a discreet smile and felt her n was on track. Once she joined NovaTech, she nned to research Ethan''s wealth and connections. Her ultimate aim was to use this information to strengthen her position against the other heirs of the Volkov family. She knew she had to outsmart herpetitors to im leadership over the family''s vast empire¡ªand taking control of NovaTech could be the ace up her sleeve. Lena''s keen eyes spotted Ethan entering the building as she stepped into the hallway. He was quick and focused, not even sparing her a nce. A wave of disappointment washed over Lena. ''How could he not notice me?'' she wondered, feeling a sting in her pride. She was ustomed to capturing attention wherever she went¡ªespecially from men. But Ethan hadpletely ignored her. ''It doesn''t matter,'' Lena reassured herself, her determination growing stronger. ''I''ll make sure he notices me next time. And when he does, I''ll be in the perfect position to influence him¡ªand through him, NovaTech.'' Chapter 27 A Vision in Motion Unaware of his brief encounter with a woman plotting against him, Ethan walked confidently toward the office with a wide grin.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om He was thrilled with the office renovations and the next steps for NovaTech''s expansion. Deep down, he knew the Unlimited System, with its missions, was behind all the improvements. It had changed everything for him. Before, he was just another guy worried about making ends meet. Now, he had a clear purpose. The missions from the system had started to transform his life. They weren''t just tasks; they had be his objectives. Completing each one made him more confident in his path, and the rewards were a nice bonus. But it was more than the rewards. The sense of progress and achievement was what really motivated Ethan. He felt like he finally knew where he was going. Walking past the waiting area, he saw some job candidates looking around the impressive office. Security kept an eye on them to ensure they stayed out of restricted areas. Nobody paid attention to him. Ethan thought that if he revealed himself as the real "big boss" of thepany, it would result in one of two things: either he would be mocked, or people would suddenly be eager to curry favor with him. However, he was convinced that most would react with skepticism. Who would actually buy into Ethan''s story and recognize his talents? Ethan was checking his phone for updates from David, eager to hear about the interviews. He quickened his pace as he approached the interview room, curious about the day''s progress. Upon entering, he saw David and Jessica finishing up thest interview. "How''s it going?" he asked, looking at the resumes scattered on the table. Jessica leaned back in her chair and let out a sigh. "We''ve seen a variety of candidates. Some were impressive, while others were less so. However, one candidate truly stood out¡ªLena Volkov." David agreed, nodding. "Yes, she''s sharp, confident, and has much experience. I believe she could be a valuable addition to the team." Ethan, intrigued by the name, raised an eyebrow. "Lena Volkov? Is she rted to the Volkov family by any chance?" Jessica confirmed, "Yes, she is. The Volkovs are a well-known business family. Lena has the family name and boasts an impressive resume to support her candidacy." David passed Lena''s resume to Ethan, who quickly reviewed it. "Impressive," he remarked after reviewing it. Let''s finalize our decisions by tomorrow. I trust you both to choose wisely." Before they concluded, Ethan added with a yful smile, "After all, getting started on the food delivery app is our main goal. It''s what brought us together in the first ce." David nodded in agreement. "That''s good thinking. The new hires need a concrete project to tackle right from the start. It gives them a clear direction." "Exactly," Ethan chimed in, reaching into his bag and pulling out two folders¡ªone for David and one for Jessica. I''vepiled a preliminary draft of the app''syout and features. We can use this as a starting point and build from there." Curious, David and Jessica flipped open their folders, their eyes immediately widening in surprise at the detailed sketches and notes Ethan hadpiled. "This is really impressive," David couldn''t help but express his admiration for Ethan''s work. "Honestly, it''s more thorough than I had initially proposed." "But¡­" Jessica started a yful smile appearing on her face. Ethan looked at her, intrigued. "Please, go ahead, Jessica. Remember, this is just a draft. I''mpletely open to any suggestions." Trying to hold back augh, Jessica responded, "Well, everything looks fantastic¡­ but maybe next time, try presenting it digitally. We are a techpany, after all," she yfully ribbed him. Ethanughed along, taking Jessica''s light-hearted critique well. "You''re right. It does seem a bit old-school for a techpany to depend on handwritten sketches." "No worries," Jessica said, her smile yful. "We''ll have a team for that. Why hire people if the boss has to do everything?" Ethanughed and nodded, happy about the team spirit they were fostering. Jessica admired how efficiently Ethan had organized everything. Ethan was pleasantly surprised by his capabilities. The recent improvements to his intelligence had noticeably sharpened his mind, and this was clearly reflected in his work. *** As they conversed, Lena Volkov left the building, her thoughts racing ahead to formte her next moves. She was confident about getting the job. The interview had been a breeze, and once she got her foot in the door at NovaTech, her n to gradually win over Ethan wouldmence. Her main objective was to gauge Ethan''s wealth and influence. Understanding the scope of his assets was crucial for Lena to outmaneuver the other Volkov heirs in their family rivalry. Gaining leverage over Ethan or NovaTech would significantly boost her position in her family''s ongoing battle for supremacy. However, Lena knew the importance of patience. ying the long game was her forte, a skill honed by her family''s legacy of being astute business minds and masterful behind-the-scenes yers. Having participated in numerous undercover schemes, Lena understood the perfect timing for action. For now, she needed to bide her time. Patience was her current strategy; she had a year left until the decisive evaluation to choose the family''s next leader. *** In the office, Ethan rxed in his chair and looked over at the neat stack of resumes. David and Jessica sat opposite him, exhausted from a day packed with interviews. "You guys did a fantastic job today," Ethanplimented. "Building a strong team is crucial for our sess." David slid a stack of resumes toward Ethan. "We''ve selected fifty candidates. They all have different skills, but each one has potential." "David told me you''re looking to hire no more than twenty people. So, I rmend, out of these fifty-plus individuals, NovaTech should pick the top twenty," Jessica added. Ethan looked over the resumes carefully. "More than fifty... are we sure about each one?" Though visibly tired, Jessica confirmed, "It''s a diverse group. We have neers, seasoned pros, and some with niche skills." Ethan, more engaged now, tapped the table thoughtfully. "What if we just hired all of them?" David was surprised. "All of them? That''s a big step." Ethan rified, "If they''re all talented, I wouldn''t want them to end up elsewhere. Besides, we need a strong team to get off to a good start." Jessica looked doubtful but didn''t outright reject the idea. "It''s a bold move, Ethan. But how about handling so many people right from the beginning? That will be tough. It''s not just about the budget; it''s about managing them effectively and keeping track of their performance. It''s a significant undertaking." Ethan acknowledged their concerns. "You''re both right. It would be hard to manage such a big group immediately. We also need to ensure we have enough leaders in the team." Chapter 28 The Dream Team Ethan nced at David, his expression thoughtful. "David, do you know any seasoned professionals at otherpanies? I mean senior-level folks, department heads, people who can help mentor and guide our team," he inquired. Davidughed, his usual cheerful demeanor peeking through after a demanding day. "Of course! After all these years in the industry, I''ve met quite a few. I''m not exactly young," he said with a grin. But his smile soon faded, reced by a more severe look. "But attracting them won''t be easy. They are wellpensated, secure, and content in their current roles." "That''s exactly what I was hoping for," Ethan replied, determination lighting up his face. "I want you to try and lure them here¡ªoffer them double their current sry and the best benefits package we can manage." David looked at Ethan, taken aback by such a bold proposal. "Double their sry? Plus aprehensive benefits package?" He nced at Jessica, who was sitting across from them. Her shock at Ethan''s proposal was evident. She quickly regained herposure, though her surprise was unmistakable. "Ethan, that''s quite the ambitious n," Jessica remarked, still trying to grasp the magnitude of Ethan''s suggestion. "Ambitious?" Ethan smiled, leaning back. We need exceptional leaders. These individuals won''t leave their jobs for a slight pay bump. To attract the best, we must offer more than just money." David raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "More than money? What else are you considering?" Ethan leaned in, his tone serious. "We''ll double their sry, but that''s just the beginning. We''ll also provide them with health insurance, excellent retirement ns, stock options, flexible working hours, and paid vacations. Everything they need to feel secure in the long run." David leaned back, rubbing his temples as if trying to wrap his head around the n. "Double the pay¡­ Plus all that? Health insurance, retirement ns, stock options...?" Jessica chuckled softly, though it was evident she was still wrapping her head around the magnitude of the n. "That''s... indeed, that''s going to get their attention," she said. Ethan, looking grave, agreed. "It''s the level of security my parents never had in their careers. It''s about more than just hiring people¡ªit''s about giving them a reason to stay, to buy into our vision." He continued, with a more solemn tone, "Think about it. These senior-level hires will provide the leadership necessary to scale up NovaTech effectively. We''ll continue to wee new talent, but we need seasoned professionals to mentor them. With such leadership, managing fifty new hires will be a breeze." David whistled softly, sharing a look with Jessica, both trying to grasp the full extent of Ethan''s proposal. "That''s a bold move, Ethan. We''re talking about attracting some of the top talents in their fields. Offering double their sry and all those benefits will surely catch their eye." "But we''ll see the results," Ethan replied confidently. We''re not just hiring; we''re investing in the future of thepany. With the right leaders, NovaTech is set to seed." Jessica smiled slightly, appreciating Ethan''s drive despite his sometimes audacious ideas. "It might just work. Let''s bring in senior experts to head the departments. They can mentor the new staff and make the onboarding process smoother. It''s a long-term investment, not just a quick fix." David sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Alright, I''m on board. I know a few people who might be interested in knowing if the offer is right. I''ve never been able to offer double the sry before," he said, chuckling. Ethan smiled and said. "I''ll leave that part to you, David. But I''ll need your help tracking how much we''re spending. Just because money isn''t a problem doesn''t mean I want to waste it." David and Jessica erupted intoughter. "I was wondering when you''de back to reality!" David said between chuckles. Ethan blushed slightly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Hey, I want the best, but I''m notpletely reckless." David shook his head, still smiling. "You really don''t do anything small, do you?" Theughter settled, and Jessica, who had regained herposure, leaned forward. "Now, as for those fifty candidates we''ve already shortlisted," she said, tapping the stack of resumes on the table, "we can offer permanent contracts to the top twenty." Ethan raised an eyebrow. "And the other thirty?" "We could start them on probationary contracts¡ªsix months¡ªat 70% of their full sries and benefits. We''ll bump them up to full sries if they perform well during that period. That way, we''re not locking ourselves into long-term contracts with people who may not fit," Jessica exined. Ethan''s eyes gleamed. "That''s a great idea. It''ll give them something to work toward and ensure we onlymit to the best performers. Let''s go with it." Jessica smiled, relieved that Ethan was on board with her suggestion. Still looking a little stunned by the sheer scope of Ethan''s ambitions, David took a deep breath. "You''re certainly making some bold moves here, Ethan. But you''re right¡ªif we want to build something extraordinary, we need extraordinary people." Ethan nced down at the resumes before him, his mind buzzing with the next steps. "What about departments, David? You know this better than I do. What kind of structure should we build to ensure everything runs smoothly?" David straightened up, his tone turning more serious. "Well, we''ll need heads for all the major departments¡ªfinance, marketing, operations, HR, IT, development, customer support. And don''t worry, I already covered that," David smiled. "We included candidates for all those positions in today''s interviews." Ethan raised his eyebrows, impressed. "You already covered all of that?" David nodded confidently. "Of course. I''ve been in this game long enough to know what''s needed to keep things running smoothly. We''ve got candidates for each role and a few standout applicants I think would fit perfectly." Ethan grinned, clearly pleased. "That''s amazing, David. I didn''t expect you to be this far ahead of me." David chuckled. "Don''t worry¡ªI''ve got your back on the details. We''re building this together." Ethan smiled, but David''s expression turned thoughtful before he could respond. He leaned in slightly, his voice lowering. "Ethan, there''s something else we need to discuss. You''re going to need a personal assistant." "A personal assistant?" Ethan looked puzzled. "Yes," David said, his voice matter-of-fact. "Someone to help you manage your schedule, organize your meetings, and keep everything running smoothly behind the scenes. Especially when you''re bncing university and running apany." Ethan frowned slightly. He hadn''t thought about that. With everything happening so fast, his focus had been entirely on building NovaTech, hiring people, andpleting system missions. But David was right¡ªthings were going to get overwhelming, fast.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om "You''re going to be very busy," David continued. "Running apany, dealing with investors, managing the app development, and on top of all that, your university work. You''ll need someone to help keep it all in order." Ethan leaned back in his chair, thinking carefully. "You''ve got a point. I hadn''t considered how much would pile up once everything moves." He paused, rubbing his chin. "But I don''t want just anyone. I need someone I can trust. Someone who can handle the pressure, understand what we''re trying to build, and isn''t going to be overwhelmed by all of it." David let out a light chuckle. "I can''t volunteer myself. Running thepany is going to take up all of my time." Ethan smiled at the idea, but he understood David''s point. He needed someone intelligent,petent, and, most importantly, trustworthy. Suddenly, David leaned forward, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. "What about Jessica?" Both Ethan and Jessica froze for a second, processing the suggestion. "Me?" Jessica blinked in surprise, her face a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. David grinned. "Why not? You''ve already proven yourself. You''ve helped with the interviews, handled the property transactions like a pro, and you''re sharp. You''re exactly the kind of person Ethan needs¡ªsomeone who can juggle multiple things and keep everything organized." Jessica looked uncertainly at Ethan. "I¡ªI don''t know what to say. I''m honored, but are you sure?" Ethan took a moment to consider Jessica. She had been a solid presence during the hectic past few days, showing skill, flexibility, and dependability. Her ease in navigating theplexities of the business world, coupled with her calm presence, wasforting. After pausing momentarily, Ethan smiled and asked, "Jessica, would you be interested in bing my assistant? On a full-time basis? I''ll cover anypensation when you resign from your current role." Jessica was taken aback. This was thest thing she expected when she entered the office today. "I¡ªyes, of course, I''m interested. But are you certain?" Ethan nodded confidently. "Absolutely. You''ve more than proven yourself. And I trust you." Jessica felt a mix of pride and surprise. "Then... I''d be honored." David broke the tension with a p of his hands. "Well, that settles it! Ethan, it looks like you''ve found your personal assistant." Ethan''s smile broadened, feeling a bit more relieved. With Jessica on board and David managing thepany, things began to look up. Now, they were ready to start building something truly remarkable. Chapter 29 Luring the Leaders Jessica stood in her real estate agency''s sleek, modern lobby, holding the cold envelope containing her resignation letter. She had imagined this moment many times, but now that it was here, it felt surreal. The weight of her decision to resign felt heavier than she had anticipated. As she walked towards her manager''s desk, she could hear whispers around her. The office had always beenpetitive, and Jessica knew that too well. She noticed the judgmental nces and heard the envy in her colleagues'' whisperedments. "Blinded by themission, no doubt," one muttered. "She makes one big sale, and suddenly she thinks she''s too good for this ce," another scoffed, disapproving. Jessica didn''t let it get to her and held her head high. She had learned that sess in real estate was a double-edged sword.N?v(el)B\\jnn The moment you outperform others, they turn against you. It''s a world driven by appearances, envy, and rivalry. But they didn''t understand Jessica''s decision wasn''t about a single sale or a heftymission. It was about something bigger¡ªsomething beyond theirprehension. Just as Jessica was about to hand in her letter, a familiar voice broke through the office chatter. "You guys really don''t get it, do you?" Jessica turned around to see Mia, her closest colleague, standing up from her desk with her arms crossed and a knowing smile on her face. Mia''s clear and distinct voice cut through the office chatter, silencing everyone. "She''s not leaving because of amission issue," Mia announced, her eyes shining with pride. "Jessica''s moving on to NovaTech." When NovaTech was mentioned, the office suddenly buzzed with whispers. For weeks, everyone had been talking about thispany, famous for its quick rise to fame and the attractive job openings it advertised. The high sries and perks they promised seemed almost too good to be true, and most people hadn''t even considered applying, thinking they wouldn''t have a shot. "NovaTech?" repeated one agent, her tone full of skepticism. "The same NovaTech that''s offering three times what we make?" Jessica stayed quiet, letting Mia''s words and silence confirm the truth. The mood in the room changed immediately, with looks of disdain turning into expressions of shock, envy, and a newfound respect. Then, someone brought up Novatech''s job listing on their phone and showed it to everyone. "This building in the video¡­" they trailed off, a realization dawning. Isn''t this the same one Jessica sold to that kid?" Jessica had recently sold a building to Ethan Cole, the young founder of NovaTech. Although this name was unfamiliar to many just a few weeks ago, Ethan was no longer just a client. He was about to be her boss. The more Jessica worked with him, the more she realized that Ethan was not your typical CEO. A collective gasp filled the room. Jessica''s deal wasn''t just any sale¡ªshe had brokered a deal with the founder of NovaTech himself. And now, she was going to work for him. For the first time, her colleagues looked at her differently. Their envy was reced by a recognition of her savvy move. Jessica had secured her ce in something much bigger than they had imagined. Jessica didn''t stop to enjoy their reactions, though. She wasn''t trying to prove anything to them. For her, this was about stepping into a future she had never imagined possible. Right after, Jessica found herself in a serene caf¨¦, with her tablet propped open and her coffee slowly cooling off to the side. The thrill of the morning still hung in the air. Yet, her attention was now fully on the task ahead: propelling NovaTech to heights beyond the current buzz. She revisited the organizational n she and David had discussed yesterday. It was a solid n, but a closer examination revealed some oversights. Hovering her fingers over the tablet, Jessica noted down her thoughts. To achieve the rapid growth Ethan envisioned, they urgently needed to bolster their Legal and Customer Support departments. Drawing from her real estate background, Jessica knew all too well that overlooking even a minor detail could throw a wrench in the works. She wasted no time in messaging David. Jessica: [David, reviewing our staffing, it''s clear weck Legal and Customer Support. I believe we need to keep hiring.] David replied almost instantly. David: [You''re right. I thought we were set, but you''ve made a good point. Let''s address this.] Pleased with David''s swift concurrence, Jessica then reached out to Ethan. Jessica: [Ethan, we must increase our Legal and Customer Support hires. It''s vital for our next steps.] Ethan''s prompt response came through. Ethan: [Understood. Do whatever is necessary. Hire as needed.] Jessica''s smile returned. Ethan''s steadfast decisiveness and trust in her and David reinforced hermitment to leave no stone unturned. Working with someone who didn''t second-guess every decision but also raised the stakes was refreshing. Jessica had to make sure nothing slipped through the cracks. At Novatech''s main office, David showed a group of top professionals around the newly decorated workspace. These individuals were not ordinary candidates; they were highly experienced leaders in their fields, personally selected by David. Among them was Jonathan Hale, an operations expert with more than twenty years of experience. He looked around at the modern, cutting-edge facility with interest. "I must say," Jonathan cautiously began, "I was doubtful when you first reached out to me, David. But after seeing this ce and hearing about your vision... it''s quite interesting." David responded with a gentleugh, "Interesting? Just wait until you meet Ethan. Once you do, your interest will turn into full belief." Jonathan raised an eyebrow but said nothing else. He was not one to be easily impressed by shy presentations or big promises. His career had flourished on the basis of stability and gradual growth, so the idea of leaving that path wasn''t something he considered lightly. David guided the group through the immacte halls, pointing out the high-tech workstations and the modern, innovative officeyouts. The ground and first floors were already set up, showcasing the sleek and modern design that reflected Novatech''s vision for the future. Despite their extensive experience, the senior executives were visibly impressed. "This ce is incredible," whispered Sophia Grant, an HR specialist. "I''ve worked with the best firms but never seen an office like this." David couldn''t hide his smile, clearly enjoying their reactions. "And this is just the start. The second floor and the rooftop are still being worked on. Oncepleted, Novatech will change people''s thoughts about working in this city." Then, they walked into the main conference room. David invited everyone to sit down, whipped out his tablet, and, with a few taps, projected thepany''s bank ount bnce onto the big screen at the front of the room. $1,000,000,000. The room went silent suddenly. Even the seasoned professionals in the room, who were usually quite confident in their sess, seemed taken aback. David broke the silence casually, "That figure represents thepany''s avable funds, the paid-up capital. Ethan put in the entire amount by himself. Plus, he mentioned he''s willing to invest more if necessary." Jonathan''s skepticism faded as he leaned forward, "That''s... higher than what I anticipated." With eyes wide open in surprise, Sophia chimed in, "This changes the entire game." Now that David had everyone''s full attention, he seized the moment. "And there''s more. Ourpany, NovaTech, provides benefits unlike any other in the city. We''ve got partnerships with insurancepanies, legal firms, and travel agencies." The group was all ears, eager to hear what David had to say next. He announced, "Ourprehensive benefits package offers excellent healthcare, attractive retirement ns,pany shares, luxury travel opportunities, and flexible working hours." He then showed a slide that detailed the benefits package, prompting impressed looks from everyone around the table. David went on, "You''ll have everything you need to work here and thrive. Ethan aims to build apany that people are eager to be part of for the long haul, not just as a stepping stone on their career path. And with the structure he''s proposing, that will happen." Sophia and Jonathan shared an impressed look. "This is¡­ remarkable," Sophia said quietly. The executives seated around the table all nodded in agreement. NovaTech was not just another startup with big ideas. It had the resources and the vision to make those ideas a reality. David leaned back in his chair, exuding confidence. "Wee to NovaTech. And don''t worry about your current jobs¡ªwe''ll handle allpensation and exit agreements. You can join us right away." The executives looked at each other, their initial reservations gone. They were ready to join NovaTech and help build something truly special. Chapter 30 A Step Into Tomorrow Thursday morning arrived quietly, just like any other day, but it was far from ordinary for Ethan. The atmosphere was charged, filled with a sense of potential. Sitting in the modernfort of his home office, Ethan was greeted by the vast sky unfolding before him, illuminated by the rising sun''s warm light. Ethan sipped his coffee, feeling the magnitude of the uing event settling in. Tomorrow marked the grand opening of NovaTech. This wasn''t just another event on the calendar¡ªit signified Ethan''s transition from an ambitious student to a significant figure in Novan City. The moment''s importance weighed on him, but it was a thrilling pressure rather than an overwhelming one. Just then, his phone vibrated. A message from David shed on the screen. David: [Everything''s ready for tomorrow! The rooftop venue is incredible. I''ve invited some important people from Novan City. It''s going to be a big huge.] Ethan leaned back in his chair, a grin spreading uncontrobly across his face. The decision to use the rooftop had been a bold move, a statement of NovaTech''s ambition. It was meant to be a ce for making connections and showcasing their innovations. The realization that everything wasing together felt almost dreamlike to him. He continued scrolling through his emails, enjoying the brief moment of peace. However, the quiet was short-lived. His phone vibrated once more¡ªthis time, it was Jessica. Jessica: [Security''s all set for the event and long-term. Contracted one of the best firms in the city for a ten-year deal. We''re fully covered¡ªstate-of-the-art tech, elite personnel.] Reflecting on the recent past, Ethan was amazed by his own journey. Just a few months earlier, he was a typical student, overwhelmed by exams and unsure of his future. But now? Now, he was about to mingle with the most influential families in the city¡ªthe leaders, the innovators, the elite. Tomorrow, he would be among them, making his own impact. Underneath his excitement, there was an underlying feeling, something he recognized. A subtle chime sounded in his mind, signaling yet another system notification. His heart quickened with anticipation as he essed it. This system had been pivotal to everything. Without it, none of his current experiences would be possible. He prepared himself to see the rewards. ===== [Mission Complete: Hire a Team] Objective: Hire at least 20 people for NovaTech Innovations. Reward: 1. 2,000 EXP 2. 10 Ascension Points ===== As soon as it happened, Ethan felt a familiar surge of energy course through him, vibrating his bones. He had leveled up once more, but the sensation was different this time¡ªmore intense. It felt as though the system was gearing him up for something big. ===== Congrattions! You have leveled up! Current Level: 3 ¡ú 4 EXP: 3500 / 4000 ¡ú 5500 / 7000 Ascension Points: 0 ¡ú 10 Free Attribute Points: 0 ¡ú 10 Attributes Increased: Strength: +1 Speed: +1n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om Endurance: +1 Intelligence: +1 Charisma: +1 ===== Ethan felt a rush of energy coursing through his body. His muscles became firmer and more sculpted as if he''d been training for years. His senses sharpened, allowing him to perceive the world in a way he never had before. His mind, too, felt like it had been upgraded; thoughts raced through it with astonishing speed and rity. He noticed a significant boost in strength and precision as he flexed his hand. But this transformation wasn''t just physical. Mentally, he felt on top of the world, capable of solving any problem with ease and confidence. As he got used to these new sensations, another notification appeared. ===== [Mission Complete: Build a Grand Office] Objective: Find and furnish an office space that reflects the grandeur of your newpany. Reward: Rewards will be unique and based on the grandeur achieved. ===== Ethan had barely processed the words when a powerful wave surged through him. This wasn''t merely an upgrade; it was a total transformation. Clutching the edge of his desk, he felt his whole body adjust in real time, experiencing each moment of the change. ===== Congrattions! You have exceeded expectations with the grandeur of your office! Attributes increased: Strength: +15 Speed: +15 Endurance: +15 Intelligence: +15 Charisma: +15 Total Ascension Points awarded: 50 ===== Ethan''s eyes went wide as the transformation took over. His muscles bulged, his senses sharpened, and he felt like a new person. Rising slowly, he looked down at his body, marveling at the changes. His clothes now hugged his chest and arms tightly, his shoulders had broadened, and he stood taller, exuding confidence. "This is insane," he thought, balling his hands into fists and feeling the surge of strength coursing through them. Ethan had transformed beyond being fit; he now radiated strength and felt invincible. Approaching the mirror, he paused, almost not recognizing the person staring back. His features were more defined, his physique more sculpted, nearly as if he were a work of art. Gone was Ethan, who worried about exams and finances just a few months back. In his ce stood someone new, ready to face anything the world threw at him. Ethan was genuinely impressed. "The system knew the best time to reward me," he remarked. With this rejuvenated sense of self, he was confident that facing people tomorrow would be no problem. And the best part? Ethan still had 60 Ascension Points to spend. But he wasn''t going to rush. No, he had learned the system rewarded patience and strategy. He wasn''t about to waste this chance. Ethan breathed, steadying himself as the energy surged through him. His muscles felt primed for action, his mind sharper than ever. He was ready for everything. His phone buzzed once more, pulling him back to the moment. David: [I don''t think I should remind you, but be ready to meet some of the most influential people in the city. They''ll all be wondering who''s behind NovaTech.] Ethan couldn''t help but smirk, feeling a new sense of strength that filled him with calm confidence. Tomorrow was more than just a grand opening; it was his debut, his opportunity to reveal his true self, his ambitious project, and the full extent of his capabilities to the world. Ethan: [Let theme. I''m more than ready.] Ethan stared out the window again, the city sprawling beneath him like a kingdom waiting to be imed. Tomorrow, everything will change. NovaTech would be unveiled, and Ethan Cole would no longer be another name. He''d be a force. A leader. And this was only the beginning. Chapter 31 The Business of Dreams Ethan had just experienced an extraordinary power surge that left him practically vibrating with an uncontroble energy. This wasn''t just a physical sensation; it also profoundly affected his mind. Suddenly, Ethan felt more alive than he ever had before. He was pulsing with a vitality that was entirely new to him. This was a different power boost. It was a profound, natural evolution. Pacing back and forth in his modern, spacious home office, Ethan felt confined. Despite the luxury surrounding him, the space seemed too small to hold the energy surging within him. His muscles were twitching, and he was eager for action. His mind overflowed with possibilities of what he could now achieve. Standing still was not an option; he had to release this energy. Without hesitating, Ethanced up his running shoes and decided that a jog around Crescent Ridge Estate was exactly what he needed to channel this overwhelming power. The crisp morning air greeted him as he stepped outside, immediately sharpening his senses. Colors appeared brighter and sounded clearer. It was as if the whole world had suddenly snapped into a more vivid focus. As Ethan jogged, his pace naturally quickened, his steps light and effortless. He was surrounded by grandeur ¨C the vast, opulent estate of Crescent Ridge, perfectly manicuredwns, and multimillion-dor homes. He was now living among the elite, but the luxurious setting couldn''t dampen his relentless ambition. For Ethan, this was just the starting line. His eyes were fixed on the estate''s clubhouse ahead. This was more than just a building; it was the heart of Crescent Ridge, boasting world-ss facilities that drew athletes and residents alike. With Olympic-sized swimming pools, tennis and basketball courts, and even football fields, it was a paradise for those eager to test their limits. "Maybe I''ll hit the gym after this," Ethan thought, a smile beginning to y on his lips. Ethan knew what to expect at the gym; the weights that once seemed unliftable would now be part of his warm-up routine. But he had a run toplete before he could get to that. As he turned a corner, Ethan picked up his pace, eager to test the newfound strength and stamina coursing through his veins. As he elerated, the scenery became a blur, his muscles thrumming with energy, yet surprisingly, not fatigue. His breathing was calm and controlled, even as he approached a full-on sprint. ''I should be feeling tired by now,'' Ethan marveled internally, yet his body seemed ready to keep going without limit. It was as if he had tapped into an inexhaustible source of energy, and the thrill of it was exhrating. Several early morning joggers watched in awe as Ethan zoomed past them, their expressions a mix of shock and jealousy. "He''s not even out of breath," one whispered to another, clearly impressed. "Isn''t that the new guy who just moved here?" "He''s even faster than the guards," another observed in astonishment. A broad grin spread across Ethan''s face, not just from the bystanders'' reactions but from realizing his transformation. He felt invincible. His muscles were operating with incredible efficiency, his mind was sharp and focused, and his movements were more precise than ever. As he neared the clubhouse, something else caught his attention¡ªthe sprawling football fields to the side, where a team was in the middle of training. Ethan''s eyes widened as he recognized the green-and-ck kits of Ridge City FC. This second-division football teampeted in the National Football League of And. ''Ridge City FC¡­,'' Ethan thought, his mind flickering back to his childhood dream. The dream of bing a professional footballer had once consumed him, but life had other ns. Yet, standing there now, watching the team train, the spark reignited. The way the yers moved, the camaraderie, the thrill of the game came flooding back, making his heart ache with nostalgia. ''Maybe I never really let go of that dream,'' Ethan admitted, his eyes following the ball as it zipped across the field. Ethan jogged closer, standing at the edge of the pitch, observing the yers as they ran drills. Memories of his youth, ying in school leagues and being the standout yer, filled his mind. He''d been good¡ªno, he''d been great. Coaches had noticed his talent. Ethan had even been offered a spot in one of the city''s top youth academies, but his family couldn''t afford the fees. That had been the end of it. Or so he thought. Watching the team train, he overheard two staff members nearby discussing the club''s future. "The owner''s done with it. He''s nning to sell the club soon," one of them said, a sigh escaping his lips. "We''re barely making any progress, and there''s no profit. We can''tpete for good yers, and the facilities are falling apart." The other staff member nodded in agreement. "It''s a shame. The club has potential, but without proper investment, it''s going nowhere." Ethan''s ears perked up. A football club for sale? His mind raced, not with the excitement of fulfilling his childhood dream but with the business potential this presented. Ridge City FC might not be a top-tier team, but it could be something special with the right investment. It could also serve as a powerful tform for NovaTech. ''A football club... with NovaTech''s logo on the jerseys, stadium banners, and media tforms,'' Ethan mused. He believed he could use this to elevate thepany''s brand in ways he might not have considered. And then, as if on cue, the familiar chime of the system''s notification echoed in his mind. ===== [Mission: Own the Game] Objective: Acquire Ridge City FC and develop it into a top-tier football club by the end of the season. Sub-objectives: 1. Purchase Ridge City FC. 2. Hire a professional management team and coaching staff. 3. Strengthen the squad by recruiting talented yers. 4. Upgrade the club''s facilities to meet international standards. 5. Ensure a top-three finish in the league by the end of the season. Reward: 1. Level up 5 levels 2. 150 Ascension Points Time Limit: Complete by the end of the football season (12 months) ===== The system had allowed Ethan to take his business to the next level. Ridge City FC wasn''t just a struggling football team but a potential goldmine for expanding NovaTech''s reach. "For the first time, the missiones with a deadline," said Ethan. Before Ethan could fully process this, another notification appeared, tying together the potential to grow the football club and his business empire. ===== [Mission: Boost NovaTech''s Growth Through Ridge City FC] Objective: Use Ridge City FC to drive NovaTech''s brand visibility and generate significant business growth. Sub-objectives: 1. Be the Main Sponsor: Secure NovaTech as Ridge City FC''s main sponsor, featuring prominently on team jerseys, stadium banners, and all media promotions. 2. Increase Social Media Presence: Boost Ridge City FC''s social media following by at least 50%, leveraging NovaTech''s branding to engage new audiences and bring visibility to thepany. 3. Organize Two Major Events: n and execute two high-profile events that link Ridge City FC and NovaTech, using them as strategic marketing tools to elevate both brands.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om 4. Revenue Growth: Achieve a 20% increase in revenue for both Ridge City FC and NovaTech by the end of the football season through partnerships, sponsorships, and merchandise sales. Rewards: 1. 150 Ascension Points 2. +50 All Attributes Unlock unique skill: Business Synergy: (Increases Ethan''s ability to create and manage profitable partnerships, ensuring long-term business growth through strategic alliances.) Time Limit: Complete by the end of the football season (12 months) ===== ''This is no joke,'' Ethan thought. The system had everythingid out perfectly, and the opportunity ahead was massive. But for Ethan, it wasn''t just about ying football anymore. It was about transforming Ridge City FC into a leading force, using this tform to elevate both Novatech''s brand and his personal standing. Ethan''s thoughts raced as he considered his next steps. "I need to talk with the owner, then," he decided. At that moment, he noticed a middle-aged man dressed in a sharp suit approaching the field. The man''s walk and overall presence exuded fatigue. As his gaze swept over the yers, his tired and heavy eyes seemed to carry the immense pressure of ownership. ''That must be the owner,'' Ethan realized instantly. Without a second hesitation, Ethan walked over. Even in his jogging gear, which was far from the typical businessman''s attire, he moved with an undeniable sense of authority that didn''t go unnoticed by the staff nearby. The owner spun around, clearly caught off guard by the sudden approach. "Can I help you?" he inquired, his voice polite yet cautious. Ethan greeted him with a confident smile. "Actually, I think I can help you. I''ve heard rumors that you''re considering selling the club. If so, I''d like to present you with an offer." The owner took a moment to size up Ethan, his gaze lingering. Under normal circumstances, he might have called for security at such an unexpected proposition. However, this was no ordinary ce, and those who frequented or lived here were far from ordinary. The owner raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the proposition. "You''re serious about this? You do realize this club isn''t exactly raking in the profits," he pointed out, a hint of skepticism in his voice. Ethan confidently responded, "I know it doesn''t look much now. But I see a lot of potential here. This team could achieve greatness with the right investment and people on board. Let''s talk numbers." The owner took a moment to look at Ethan, his initial skepticism slowly fading. He could tell Ethan was not the type to make empty promises. Nodding, he said, "Alright, let''s discuss the details." Ethan was buzzing with excitement. He''d eagerly anticipated this moment ¨C a golden chance to propel NovaTech and Ridge City FC to unparalleled sess. Armed with a solid strategy and the proper backing, the potential for achievement was boundless. Chapter 32 A Game of Power Theodore Graves, the owner of Ridge City FC, led Ethan to a secluded seating area by the training ground. It wasn''t the fanciest spot but offered a clear view of Ridge City FC''s practice. yers ran drills on the field, their movements sharp butcking the intensity of a team that believed in themselves. The club had potential¡ªthat much was obvious¡ªbut something was missing¡ªsomething Ethan knew he could provide. Theodore sat down, gesturing for Ethan to do the same. There was a cautiousness in the owner''s eyes, a mix of skepticism and curiosity. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze shifting from the field to Ethan. "Sorry for not introducing myself properly earlier," Theodore began, his tone polite but guarded. "Theodore Graves. I own the club¡ªfor now, anyway." His eyes scanned Ethan, clearly sizing him up. "Ethan Cole," Ethan replied, meeting Theodore''s gaze with the same steady confidence he had developed since starting NovaTech. "I appreciate you giving me the time to talk." Theodore''s brow furrowed, his skepticism barely masked. The young man before him, dressed in casual jogging gear, was talking about purchasing a football club with the ease of someone buying a coffee. "So, Ethan Cole¡­ thinking about buying a football club?" Theodore''s tone was casual but edged with doubt. "Is this for yourself or¡­ some kind of family investment?" Ethan smirked slightly, sensing the undertone. It was familiar¡ªpeople often questioned him, doubting someone as young as him could navigate in circles where power and wealth were almost always inherited, not earned. "No," Ethan said calmly. "This is for me. Personally."n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om Theodore blinked, clearly surprised. "For you? And¡­ if you don''t mind me asking, which Great Family are you from?" His voice was guarded, fishing for details. ''Great Family?'' Ethan paused, feeling a flicker of uncertainty. This concept was unfamiliar to him. He observed Theodore closely, realizing that Theodore was assessing his position. Ethan deduced that in Novan City, the true power must be held by a handful of influential families¡ªthe ''Great Families'' Theodore referred to. Ethan smiled slightly, deflecting the question. "I think you''ll be more interested in what I''ve built than where I''m from. You''ve heard of NovaTech, I assume?" Theodore''s brows knit together in thought. After a moment, his eyes widened slightly in recognition. "NovaTech¡­ That''s the techpany making headlines recently, right?" Ethan nodded. "That''s right. It''s mypany." Theodore leaned back in his seat, clearly intrigued. The skepticism in his gaze softened, but a hint of curiosity remained. "Well, that''s¡­ unexpected. I''ve heard much about NovaTech but didn''t realize you were behind it." "Now you do," Ethan said, his confidence filling the space between them. Theodore studied him for a moment longer, then exhaled deeply. "So¡­ you''re thinking about football. Let me guess¡ªbranding opportunity for NovaTech?" Ethan shrugged slightly. "Partly. Football has always been personal to me, but NovaTech would benefit. Ridge City FC has untapped potential, and I believe it could be a powerful tform to grow the brand." Theodore chuckled, shaking his head. "I appreciate the enthusiasm, but this isn''t just some marketing gimmick, kid. Football is a rough business¡ªmore than you might realize. And Ridge City FC? We''re a second-tier club stuck in the mud. You can throw money at it, but turning this team into something respectable? I''m afraid it might bleed you dry." Ethan stayed silent for a moment, letting Theodore''s words settle. Then, with a calm, almost casual tone, he replied, "I understand the challenges. But you''ve already decided to sell, haven''t you? So what''s the harm in hearing me out?" Theodore studied Ethan again, perhaps expecting a flinch or hesitation. But Ethan''s confidence remained unshaken. "Fair enough," Theodore said, leaning forward slightly. "But let me tell you the truth upfront. Ridge City FC doesn''t have much to offer. We''re struggling to stay afloat. The yers? They''re decent but nowhere near the level; you''d need to make a serious impact. The facilities? Outdated. And the sponsors? You''ll have to pay through the nose to rece them with your own." Ethan listened attentively, nodding. "I''m aware of all that. But I''m not buying Ridge City FC for what it is now. I''m buying it for what it could be." Theodore chuckled again, but his voice had a hint of respect this time. "You''ve got ambition, I''ll give you that. But ambition doesn''t win games. Money does. And patience. A lot of patience." Ethan smiled. "I''ve got both." Theodore raised an eyebrow. "Money, sure. But do you know how long it takes to turn a club around? Especially a club with no trophies, history, or real assets to speak of? This isn''t a quick win. You''re talking about years of work." Ethan''s gaze shifted to the yers on the training ground, his mind racing with possibilities. "I''m not looking for a quick win. I''m looking to build something sustainable. A club that canpete at the highest level, not just in the league but internationally. That''s the vision." Theodore crossed his arms, clearly intrigued. "And how exactly do you n on doing that? You''re talking about revamping a club from the ground up. It''s not just about money¡ªit''s about getting the right people and talent." "I''m aware," Ethan said, his tone measured. "I''m not just throwing money at this. I want to invest properly¡ªupgrade the facilities, hire the best management team, and bring top-tier yers and coaches. And yes, I want NovaTech to be front and center on every jersey, stadium banner, and social media post. This will be as much about football as it is about building a brand." Theodore nodded slowly. "You''ve thought this through." "Of course," Ethan replied. "I don''t make moves without a n." Theodore leaned back again, a thoughtful look on his face. "People around here talk about the ''Great Families''¡ªthe ones who run this city, quietly or otherwise. When I saw you, I figured you were connected to one of them." Ethan remained silent. He could not show that he knew nothing about the Great Families, and he was curious to see where Theodore was going with this. "But you¡­ you''re not one of them, are you?" Theodore asked, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You''re something else." Ethan allowed himself a small smile. "I''ll take that as apliment." Theodore chuckled. "Maybe it is. But this city? It doesn''t take kindly to neers who think they can change the game. The Great Families, the ones you don''t see in the headlines¡ªthey won''t like it if someone new starts ying in their territory." Ethan''s expression remained steady, his voice calm but firm. "I''m not worried about them. My focus is on building something meaningful. Ridge City FC is just the beginning." Theodore gave a long, considering look before speaking. "You''ve got guts, I''ll give you that. But understand¡ªthis isn''t just about football. You''re stepping into a different world when you take over this club. One where people don''t justpete on the field¡ªtheypete in the boardroom, politics, and every corner of this city." "Besides, you''ve essentially dered war against them by starting NovaTech," Theodore pointed out, his voice tinged with concern. Ethan nodded, indicating he got the message. However, he knew there was much more he could learn from David, especially about the intricate power dynamics ruling Novan City. "I''m ready for that," he affirmed, his resolve clear. Theodore studied him for a moment longer, then nodded, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Alright, Ethan. Let''s talk numbers." The conversation shifted into more practical territory, discussing the club''s financial state, its debts, yer contracts, and current sponsorship agreements. Theodoreid it all out on the table, not sugarcoating. "The club''s not worth much right now," Theodore admitted. "But if you''re serious about taking over, I''m willing to sell. I won''t ask for much upfront, but you''ll need to cover the existing debts andmit seriously to the club''s future." Ethan nodded, unfazed by the numbers. "I''m in. Let''s set up a formal meeting with yourwyers. We''ll review everything, and once the paperwork''s in order, we''ll move forward." Theodore extended his hand, a sign of agreement. "You''ve got yourself a deal." As they shook hands, Ethan couldn''t help but feel a surge of excitement. This wasn''t just a business transaction¡ªit was the start of something much bigger. Ethan stood up, his mind buzzing with ideas for Ridge City FC''s future. The club would soon be a beacon for NovaTech, symbolizing thepany''s growing influence. But more than that, it was a statement to the city: Ethan Cole was here to stay. And he wasn''t just ying by their rules¡ªhe was ready to change the game entirely. Chapter 33 Boardroom and Pitch ===== Hey everyone! I wanted to take a moment to apologize for the mix-up in naming the football club Ridge Rovers FC in earlier chapters. Since the team is based in Novan City, it doesn''t make much sense for it to be called Ridge City FC. After some thought and helpful suggestions, I renamed the club Ridge Rovers FC. This name aligns better with the story''s setting, giving the club a stronger identity moving forward. Thanks for your patience and understanding¡ªI really appreciate all the support you''ve shown so far! Let''s continue the journey with Ridge Rovers FC! Best, Noah Caelum ===== After their initial conversation, excitement hummed beneath the surface as Ethan and Theodore Graves continued discussing the potential sale of Ridge Rovers FC. A bold thought popped into Ethan''s mind¡ªhalf impulse, half strategy. If he would buy this club, he needed to understand more than just the business side. He needed to feel what this team was about, not from the sidelines but on the pitch itself. "Theodore," Ethan said, his tone thoughtful, catching the older man''s attention. "I have a request." Theodore raised an eyebrow, both intrigued and cautious. "What is it, Ethan?" Ethan grinned, knowing the request was unconventional. "Since we''re nning to sit down for formal talks about the club, how about you join me at NovaTech''s grandunch tomorrow night? It''s on the rooftop of our headquarters." Theodore nodded, impressed by the invitation. "I''ve heard about that. I''ll be there." "Great," Ethan replied, pulling out his phone. "Give me your contact info, and I''ll have my assistant send you the details." Theodore handed over his number with a glint of curiosity in his eyes. He was eager to learn more about NovaTech, but what really intrigued him was Ethan''s following words. "Also," Ethan leaned in, his voice lowering, "I have another request. I''d like to join the team''s training session today." Theodore blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "You want to train? With the team?" Ethan shrugged, shing a confident grin. "Yeah. I used to y football back in the day. It''s been a few years, but if I buy this club, I want to see things for myself¡ªup close." Theodore''s eyes narrowed, still processing the request. "Even though they''re second division, these are professionals. You sure about that?" "Absolutely," Ethan replied, his grin widening. "I''d love to jump into a practice match if possible." Theodore studied him for a moment longer, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. The idea of a young businessman like Ethan, who seemed more at home in boardrooms than locker rooms, ying football with professionals sounded absurd. But Theodore had to admit, the thought of watching Ethan give it a go was entertaining. "Well," Theodore chuckled, "you''re going to be the next owner, so I won''t stop you. But be warned, they won''t go easy on you." Ethan nodded, his expression serious. "That''s exactly what I''m counting on." As Theodore headed toward the coaching staff, Ethan stretched, feeling the energy pulsing through his veins. His body, enhanced by his newfound strength and agility, felt more responsive than ever. Though it had been years since hest yed, his body felt ready, itching to prove itself. Coach Harris, a gruff, no-nonsense man who had seen his share of wealthy owners meddling with their clubs, looked up when Theodore approached. The yers were already warming up on the field, but Harris nced at standing at the edge of the pitch. "The kid is going to buy this club, and... he wants to train with the team," Theodore said, barely holding back a smirk. Coach Harris blinked. "Train? With professionals?" Theodore nodded. "He wants to gauge the yers himself. Thinks it''ll help with the sale." Harris sighed, ncing back at the yers. Most of them were seasoned professionals, and he could tell by their bodynguage they were less than thrilled with the idea of some young rich guy joining their session. Over the years, Harris had seen more than his fair share of owners and their families trying to "y football" with the team, often leading to awkward sessions where the yers were forced to hold back. One yer, Marcus¡ªthe team''s towering defender¡ªmuttered under his breath, "What''s this, another spoiled rich kid trying to y boss?" Another yer scoffed. "Probably. These owners always bring their kids in, thinking they can run the show. They neverst on the field, though." "I don''t get it," one of the yers muttered. "What does some rich guy know about football?" Marcus, the tall defender, scoffed. "It''ll be augh watching him try to keep up." The murmurs of discontent rippled through the squad. In their minds, Ethan was just another spoiled rich kid whose family probably wanted to buy the club for bragging rights. They''d seen it happen before¡ªwealthy owners or their sons demanding to be part of training, thinking money could purchase skill. Most yers in the squad hated being bossed around by someone who hadn''t paid their dues on the pitch. Ethan, aware of the tension, watched with an amused expression. He wasn''t bothered by their skepticism. If anything, it only fueled him further. Their disdain for him reminded him of the countless people who had doubted him when he first started NovaTech. The coach approached, waving him over. "Alright, Ethan. Do you want to y? We''ll let you join the practice match. But don''t expect theds to go easy on you. They don''t take kindly to outsiders." Ethan smiled, nodding. "I wouldn''t want them to. Let''s give it everything." Marcus, standing nearby, cracked his knuckles, his eyes narrowing on Ethan. "Hope you''re ready, kid," he muttered to the nearest teammate. "We''ll see how long hests." Ethan heard the taunt, but he only grinned. His enhanced senses picked up every word, but instead of feeling intimidated, he felt more alive than ever. He wasn''t here to show off his money but to prove himself. "I may not look like much," Ethan said loud enough for the yers to hear, "but I''ll decide who stays and who goes soon enough. So, show me what you''ve got." The yers fell silent, their earlier doubts turning into determination. Watching from the sidelines, Theodore couldn''t help but smile at Ethan''s boldness. He knew the yers had be toofortable, toocent. Ethan was precisely the kind of wake-up call they needed. Coach Harris blew his whistle, gathering the yers. "Alright, split into two teams. Red team¡ªstarters. White team¡ªsubs and youth squad. Ethan, you''ll y with the whites." As he stepped onto the pitch, a wave of nostalgia hit him. The smell of freshly cut grass, the soft hum of the wind, the anticipation ofpetition¡ªit all rushed back in a flood of memories. He had missed this. "It''s been a while," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. Beside him, a young yer overheard and turned toward Ethan nervously. "Sorry, sir. Did you say something?" "What''s your name, and how old are you?" Ethan asked. "Eric," the young yer replied, his voice respectful. "Sixteen this year." "Sixteen?" Ethan nodded, impressed. "Already training with the first team¡ªno small feat." Ethan looked at Eric, realizing the kid was probably feeling the weight of the situation more than he was. He chuckled lightly. "You don''t have to call me sir, Eric. I''m only twenty myself." Eric blinked, looking slightly embarrassed. "Sorry, it''s just that¡­ Mr. Graves and Coach Harris mentioned you''re going to be the new owner." Ethan smiled, giving the kid a friendly pat on the back. "Don''t worry about it. Out here, we''re just yers, alright? And by the way¡ªtraining with the first team at sixteen? That''s impressive. You''ve got talent." Eric''s face lit up with a mixture of pride and nerves. "Thanks, Ethan. I''m just trying my best." Ethan nodded, lowering his voice so only Eric could hear. "You''ve made it this far, which is huge. But remember¡ªthis is your time to show what you''re made of. Don''t hold back for anyone, including me. Just y your game." Eric''s shoulders seemed to rx slightly, the tension easing as he absorbed Ethan''s words. "I''ll do my best."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om "Good," Ethan replied with a smile. "Now, let''s give them a match they won''t forget." Chapter 34 The Owner Who Plays The whistle blew, signaling the start of the match, but Ethan noticed something was off right away. His white teamprised youth yers and substitutes, wasn''t ying with real cohesion. The ball rarely came his way, and when it did, the passes were sloppy¡ªhurried, off-target, almost like they were trying to avoid him. Aside from Eric, his teammates hesitated to involve him in the y, likely dismissing him as some rich kid with no business being on the field. The few times they did pass to him, it felt more like an afterthought than an actual tactical decision. The red team,posed of the first eleven seasoned yers, quickly seized the opportunity. Within minutes, they stole possession and began controlling the game. They made every pass smooth and purposeful, creating space and making the white team chase the ball like headless chickens. The red team had chemistry. The white team barely held together, running after the ball with no real direction. Ethan, watching it unfold, felt his patience wearing thin. "Look at him," Marcus, the towering center-back of the red team, sneered as he received a pass. "He''s just standing there,pletely lost." Another yer chuckled in agreement. "Guess owning a football club doesn''t teach you how to y football." Despite the taunts, Ethan didn''t let it distract him. He was entirely focused on the game. His teammates, however, were struggling. They were frantically trying to counter the red team''s moves but were always a step toote, unable to catch up. Just as he was getting settled, a sudden notification popped up, grabbing his attention. Before him, the mission panel materialized, ready for the next adventure. ===== [Mission: Lead the Underdogs to Victory] Objective: Lead the white team to victory against the red team by improving their tactics and cohesion, guiding them through the match, and defeating the red team. Reward: 1. 1000 EXP 2. 10 Ascension Points 3. All attributes +10 ===== Ethan smirked, ''The system knows exactly when to kick into action and fire me up.'' Theodore and Coach Harris looked puzzled. "Why is he just standing on the field, staring into space?" Harris inquired, his toneced with concern and confusion. "Probably in shock," Theodore suggested, his voice hinting at empathy. The red team dominated the game; their skillful passing made it obvious they were just ying around and barely taking the white team seriously. Ethan, from the white team, couldn''t stand it any longer. His voice broke through the noise, urgent andmanding. "Wake up!" he yelled. "Eric, push forward! You''re sitting too deep." Startled by Ethan''s sharpmand, Eric quickly nced back. He then hurriedly moved further up the field, following Ethan''s instructions. Despite Eric''s swift reaction, the rest of the team seemed out of sync, their movements uncertain. Ethan''s frustration peaked when Marcus, a red yer, received another pass in midfield and shed a taunting smile. "Guess you''re just here to watch, huh?" he jeered, fueling Ethan''s growing irritation. Ethan was buzzing with excitement, feeling an adrenaline rush like never before. His sharp senses quickly decoded the game''s rhythm, especially focusing on the red team''s movements and defensivepses. He could spot opportunities that were invisible to others. It was his moment to shine. His eyes were glued to Marcus, looking for the right opportunity to make his move. Suddenly, he noticed a brief moment when the ball was heading towards Marcus, but not quite securely. That was all Ethan needed. With an explosive burst of speed, Ethan dashed forward. The ground seemed to blur under him as he moved with incredible agility. Marcus caught off guard and about to receive the ball, didn''t see Ethaning. In a smooth motion, Ethan slid in and expertly snatched the ball right from Marcus''s path. "What the¡ª!" Marcus barely had time to react as Ethan left him in the dust, elerating past him with the ball. Ethan didn''t slow down. His body felt electric, more responsive than it had ever been. Every movement was precise, his footwork crisp as he maneuvered around another red team defender with a quick feint. The murmurs from the sidelines grew louder as the spectators¡ªyers and coaches alike¡ªwatched Ethan take control of the game. Coach Harris stood there, arms crossed, eyebrows raised in surprise. He turned to look at Theodore, sitting close by, looking intrigued. "He''s not just here to put on a show," Harris said, almost to himself. Theodore nodded slowly, absorbing the words. "There''s more to him than meets the eye," he agreed. Meanwhile, on the field, deep in the half of the red team, Ethan nced around, taking in the scene. He knew that football was a team sport. Ethan could easily outpace the defenders, but this game was about something other than him showcasing his talents. He needed his teammates to step up as well. "Steve! Stay wide and pull their defense!" Ethan barked, pointing toward one of the youth yers on the left nk. The young yer hesitated, then obeyed, stretching the red team''s defensive line. "Eric, make your run!" Ethanmanded. Now confident and fired up by Ethan''s energy, Eric sprinted forward, timing his movement perfectly to slip behind the red team''s backline. Ethan saw the gap opening in the defense, and with a flick of his foot, he sent a perfectly weighted through ball into Eric''s path. Eric took the ball in stride, controlling it with a single touch before sting a shot toward the goal. The red team''s goalkeeper dove, but it was toote. The ball smacked the back of the with a satisfying thud. A stunned silence hung in the air for a moment. Even the seasoned yers of the red team seemed momentarily frozen. "Fantastic!" Eric couldn''t help but shout, his fist punching the air as he jogged back towards Ethan. A broad smile lit up his face with pure excitement. Ethan greeted him with a hearty p on the back and an equally wide grin. "That''s the spirit, Eric! Keep up those runs. We''ve got them on their toes now," he encouraged. Feeling a surge of energy from this turn of events, the white team gathered around Ethan, their spirits lifted. The game was far from over, and they were all fired up, ready to show what they were truly capable of. "Lucky break," Marcus muttered as they took their position for the restart, ring at Ethan. "Let''s see if you can do that again." But Ethan had already taken control of the match. The ball flowed through him now, and every time he had it, he directed the y like a maestro conducting an orchestra. His heightened intelligence allowed him to read the game on a level far beyond what the other yers couldprehend. Every move, every pass, was calcted and precise. "Pull wide, Steve!" Ethan shouted again as the white team gained possession. Steve followed the instructions, stretching the red team''s defense to the breaking point. Ethan danced through the midfield, his footwork swift and sure as he navigated around the opposition. His body felt in tune with the game, his endurance seemingly boundless. Although he was not as physically honed as the professional yers, his heightened senses and intelligence more than made up for it. "Eric, hold your position!" Ethan called out, spotting the young striker drifting slightly out of ce. Eric nodded, adjusting himself just as Ethan anticipated the next pass from the red team. With one swift movement, Ethan intercepted the ball again, sending it back up the field with a perfectly ced pass.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om This time, the red team thought they were ready for him. But as Marcus charged towards Ethan with determination, Ethan simply sidestepped, making Marcus miss himpletely and grasp at nothing but air. "Damn it!" Marcus couldn''t help but growl as he watched Ethan dart past him, leaving him and his teammates scrambling to catch up. But Ethan was already steps ahead, mentally mapping the field and predicting where the openings would appear. With a smooth, practiced move, he sent a cross-field pass soaring towards Eric, who was perfectly positioned in the box, ready for the y. Eric jumped, outleaping the red team''s defenders. With a powerful header, he sent the ball crashing into the again. The whistle blew, signaling the end of the match. Coach Harris walked over to Theodore as the yers cooled down, shaking his head in amazement. "I''ve seen owners take an interest in football before," Harris said, "but nothing like this. The kid knows the game. I''ve never seen anyonemand a team like that on their first go." Theodore smirked, his eyes fixed on Ethan as he spoke with Eric and the other yers. "Yeah. You''re right. I didn''t expect him to understand the game this well. He''s not just a businessman¡ªhe''s a real yer." Harris chuckled, watching as Ethan interacted with his new teammates. "If this is what he can do in a practice match, Ridge Rovers FC might just be in for a serious overhaul. With him as the owner, this club could go ces." Theodore nced at the yers, then back at Harris. "You''re right. But if you want to win the league and gain promotion, maybe you should consider adding Ethan to the squad. None of us expected him to be this good." Harris grinned, though there was a hint of truth behind the joke. "With the way he yed today? I might just have to." As the yers gathered around, shaking hands and exchanging good words, Ethan stood at the center of it all, a sense of aplishment washing over him. This was more than just showing that he could y football. He had earned the team''s respect¡ªnot because of his money or status, but because of what he''d done on the field. He smiled as he nced over at Theodore and Coach Harris, their impressed expressions confirming what he already knew: with the right investment, Ridge Rovers FC could be a major club. And with Ethan leading the charge, that future felt more within reach than ever. Chapter 35 Winning Respect Again, the familiar sound of notification chimed and appeared before Ethan. This time, he acted natural. ===== [Mission Complete: Lead the Underdogs to Victory] Objective: Lead the white team to victory against the red team by improving their tactics and cohesion, guiding them through the match, and defeating the red team. Reward: 1. 1000 EXP 2. 10 Ascension Points 3. All attributes +10 ===== Before he could check his status panel, Ethan saw Eric jog over to him, still catching his breath, his eyes wide with disbelief and excitement. "Ethan," Eric said, his voiceced with awe, "thank you for directing me out there. I''ve never yed like that before. Honestly, I couldn''t have done it without you." Ethan smiled with a slight, encouraging grin, showing his pride in the young yer. "Don''t overthink about it, Eric. Football is all about learning and growing. You''ve got the talent¡ªit''s just a matter of using it." Eric was looking at Ethan. That was the first time he received such praise after making it into the first team. Ethan added, "The way you yed today? That''s the best you can do with your current ability and physique. Keep pushing yourself. You''re still young, and you''ll only get better." Eric''s face lit up, his spirits buoyed by the support. "I''ll keep pushing myself. I will be in top form when the official games kick-off." Before Ethan could get a word in, Marcus, who had been lurking nearby, couldn''t hold back. His voice''s sharp note of sarcasm seemed almost second nature to him. "Would you look at that?" Marcus said mockingly, his gaze bouncing between Ethan and Eric. "Trying to curry favor with the future boss, are we? That''s a clever strategy, Eric." Eric''s face fell, his earlier excitement giving way to embarrassment. The tension between Marcus and Ethan simmered, and it was clear that the other yers had taken notice. They weren''t just watching the exchange out of curiosity¡ªthey were waiting to see how Ethan would handle this confrontation. Coach Harris took a step forward, intending to intervene, but Theodore subtly raised a hand, signaling him to hold back. Harris looked frustrated butplied, leaning in as Theodore whispered, "Let''s see how Ethan handles this." Ethan''s eyes shifted toward Marcus, his expression calm and measured. He wasn''t rattled by the taunt, and instead of responding with anger or defensiveness, he took a step closer, his voice even but firm. "Marcus, right?" Ethan''s tone was casual, but it had a weight that silenced the murmurs around the pitch. Marcus''s smirk faltered slightly, but he kept his guard up. "You''re one of the key yers here," Ethan continued, giving Marcus a nod of acknowledgment. "Strong, powerful, fast¡ªespecially for a center-back. I can see that. But¡­" Ethan paused momentarily, letting his words hang, "¡­ you''re not using your strengths the right way." Marcus blinked, thrown off by Ethan''s calm analysis. "What?" "You rely too much on brute force," Ethan exined, his voice steady and analytical. "You try overpowering your opponents instead of reading the game and positioning yourself better. That''s why you were caught out of position twice during the match when I intercepted the ball." Ethan''s words cut through Marcus more effectively than any taunt or insult could. The confidence that Marcus wore like armor cracked, and for a brief moment, he seemed unsure of himself. "You''ve got speed," Ethan continued, "but you rush in too early, leaving gaps behind. That''s what cost your team those goals. You''re fast, Marcus, but you''re ying too reactive. If you held your position and forced attackers into less dangerous spaces, then used your speed to close them down, you''d be almost impossible to beat." The other yers exchanged nces, stunned at how Ethan dissected Marcus''s game so effortlessly. Even Coach Harris, standing a few yards away, looked taken aback, his eyes narrowing as he watched the exchange unfold. Marcus, now visibly flustered, stared at Ethan. His pride and ego were battling with the reality of what Ethan had just pointed out. "How did you¡­ see all that?" Ethan shrugged, his smile small but genuine. "I''ve spent years ying football manager games and analyzing football matches¡ªstudying formations, analyzing yer strengths, and understanding tactics." Everyone was waiting for Ethan to continue, "And now, with today''s experience and some¡­ additional insights, I can read the game more clearly. You''ve got the potential, Marcus, to be the backbone of this team. But you need to y smarter, not just harder." For the first time since Ethan came, Marcus was silent. Everything Ethan said had hit home. His initial arrogance faded, reced by a quiet sense of realization. "You really think I can be the backbone of the team?" he asked, his tone much softer now, almost uncertain. Ethan nodded. "Absolutely. You''ve got the physical tools¡ªnow you just need to refine your game. You could be the rock this team builds its defense around. You just need to work on your positioning and decision-making." Marcus looked down, processing what Ethan had said. His earlier hostility melted away, reced by a newfound respect. "Do you¡­ have more advice?" he asked, his voice lower now, humbled. "I want to get better." Ethan nodded again, his expression softening. "Of course. We''ll review the matchter, and I''ll help you with some positioning tips. But for now, don''t be so hard on yourself. You''ve got the ability¡ªit''s just about honing it." The other yers, watching the exchange, also seemed to soften their stances. If Marcus¡ªone of the team''s key yers¡ªwould listen to Ethan, maybe this new owner wasn''t just some rich kid ying football for fun. From the sidelines, Theodore nced at Coach Harris with a smirk. "Looks like he''s handling it just fine," he said quietly, clearly impressed. Harris crossed his arms, his jaw tightening. Ethan''s insight into the game wasn''t just impressive¡ªit was intimidating. Harris had been coaching for years, yet Ethan hade in, dissected a key yer''s game, and offered advice that could improve Marcus''s performance. The realization hit him hard: if Ethan knew this much about football, what did that mean for Harris''s role in the team? Unaware of Harris''s inner turmoil, Ethan returned to address the entire squad. His voice was calm, but it carried an authority that was hard to ignore. "Listen," Ethan began, "I''m not here to overhaul the team. There''s no need for that. You''ve all got talent and plenty of room for growth. But we''re going to need to work together." Everyone listened eagerly. "I''ll be bringing in new yers¡ªseasoned and talented ones¡ªand adding some crucial coaching staff, but it''s not to rece anyone. It''s to elevate all of you. We''ll learn from each other and be a stronger unit." The yers murmured amongst themselves, clearly intrigued by Ethan''s approach. He wasn''t here to tear down what they had built but to improve it. That coboration, learning, and improving together resonated with the team. Marcus, still standing next to Ethan, nodded slowly. "I''m sorry for my earlier behavior," he said, arrogance gone. "You''re not just here to throw money around. You actually want to win." "That''s the n," Ethan replied with a small smile. "And I want all of you with me when we do." Coach Harris, standing off to the side, felt the pressure mounting. Ethan wasn''t just a businessman¡ªhe deeply understood football. Harris had to admit it: Ethan''s football knowledge was enough to challenge even his own role as a coach. However, the way Ethan spoke and included everyone in his vision were things Harris couldn''t help but respect. Theodore pped his hands together, breaking the silence. "Alright,ds, that''s enough for today. We''ve got a bright future ahead, thanks to Ethan. Let''s rest up." As the yers slowly dispersed, murmuring about what had just happened, Ethan remained in the center, feeling aplished. He had proven himself today¡ªnot just as a future owner, but as someone who truly understood the game. Marcus, now looking at Ethan with newfound respect, smiled. "I''ll catch up with youter. I want to work on that positioning." Ethan patted him on the back, his smile genuine. "Looking forward to it." As the team made their way off the field, Coach Harris approached Ethan, his expression thoughtful.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om "You know, Ethan," Harris began, "I''ve seen many ownerse and go, but none of them had your insight into the game. If you keep this up, Ridge Rovers might just reach the top." Ethan''s eyes gleamed with determination. "That''s the goal, Coach. And we''re going to make it happen¡ªtogether." Coach Harris felt a surge of respect for Ethan. Despite his earlier doubts, he knew now that with Ethan''s guidance, Ridge Rovers FC wasn''t just a second-tier team. They had the potential to be something much, much bigger. Chapter 36 Testing New Limit As Ethan walked away from the football field, he rode a wave of adrenaline. The game''s excitement and the yers'' admiration had sparked something inside him. He smiled as he went to the estate''s gym, feeling a new sense of strength and power. Ethan was in high spirits and felt energized. However, just as he was about to enter the gym, a thought suddenly stopped him. "I forgot to invite the team and staff to tomorrow''s event." Shaking his head, Ethan couldn''t help but find humor in his oversight. It dawned on him that it wouldn''t be fair to invite only Theodore and not include everyone from Ridge Rovers FC¡ªthe entire team and staff deserved to be invited. Ethan quickly pulled out his phone and dialed Jessica''s number. As soon as she answered, he got straight to the point. "Hey, Jessica," he greeted. "Can you do me a favor? I sent an invitation to Theodore Graves, but I forgot to invite the whole Ridge Rovers FC team to the event tomorrow." Jessica paused for a moment, clearly surprised. "Wait, the Ridge Rovers FC? You''re inviting a football club? Why?"n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om Ethan couldn''t help butugh, knowing his n sounded slightly out of the blue. "I''m thinking of buying the club," he revealed. Jessica was silent for a moment, obviously shocked. "You''re what? Ethan, NovaTech isn''t even fully up and running yet, and you''re diving into buying a football club?" Ethan justughed it off. "Rx, Jessica. I''m not nning to run the club myself. I''ll get the right people for that. It''s more about investing, positioning NovaTech, and boosting our brand. Plus, I''ve always wanted to be involved in football. Why not start now?" Jessica let out an exasperated sigh. "You''re impossible sometimes, you know that? I wonder how David''s going to react." Ethan grinned. "David wille around. He''ll see the potential. Trust me, I''ve got this under control." Another sigh from Jessica, but there was a hint of amusement in it this time. "Alright, alright. I''ll take care of the invites. You''re lucky I''m here to deal with your wild ideas." "Thanks, Jessica. You''re the best," Ethan replied, his smile growing wider as he ended the call. After that, he turned his attention back to the gym, pushing the doors open and stepping inside. He was immediately greeted by the smell of metal, sweat, and determination. The background was filled with the sounds of weights nging and treadmills humming. A few people were scattered in the gym, each absorbed in their own workout. But Ethan wasn''t there to mingle. He had a clear objective for the day: to test his strength and see how much progress he had made. Before getting started, he quickly checked the status panel to review thetest rewards from his football mission. ===== [Status Panel] Name: Ethan Cole Level: 4 EXP: 6500 / 7000 Ascension Points: 70 Wealth: Unlimited Attributes: Strength: 42 Speed: 42 Endurance: 40 Intelligence: 45 Charisma: 37 Free Attribute Points: 10 Skills: 1. Krav Maga [Basic] 2. Close Quarters Combat [Basic] 3. Tactical Firearms [Basic] 4. Heightened Senses ===== His gaze then shifted to the weights section at the back of the room. Clutching the dumbbells, he excitedly said, "Let''s see what I''m made of now." Ethan started his workout with lighter weights to warm up. The exercises felt surprisingly easy, almost like the weights were lighter than he remembered. As he gradually increased his weight, Ethan noticed people watching him. He could sense their eyes on him and hear their whispers as he moved from one set of weights to the next. The whispers grew louder when Ethan picked up the heaviest dumbbells in the gym¡ª68 kilograms each. These weights were typically only used by the most seasoned lifters, who still found them challenging. However, lifting them seemed as effortless for Ethan as picking up a pair of toys. He began doing bicep curls with smooth, controlled movements. His muscles flexed with each curl, but his expression remained calm and unbothered, signaling how easy it felt for him¡ªalmost as if he wasn''t pushing his limits. As Ethan worked out in the gym, everything around him seemed to pause. Other gym-goers stopped their exercises mid-way, staring in disbelief. They quickly took out their phones to capture the moment, murmuring in shock. "No way¡­ Who the hell is this guy?" "How is he lifting that much?" Ethan, however, hardly paid any attention to themotion around him. He was utterly focused on his workout, pushing himself to his limits. Even with the impressive amount of weight he was lifting, it still felt too easy for him. He was looking for a real challenge, something that would truly test his strength. After finishing with the dumbbells, Ethan headed over to the barbell area. He carefully added weight tes to the bar, one by one, until it held nearly 230 kilograms¡ªa weight that would make even the most experienced lifters think twice. The gym fell silent as Ethan approached the barbell. Everyone''s eyes were on him, filled with anticipation. Taking a deep breath, he bent down, adjusted his grip, and lifted the weight. Despite the barbell bending under the heavy weight, Ethan seemed unfazed. His muscles showcased extraordinary strength as he lifted, making it seem like gravity had no effect on him. Gasps and whispers spread through the room, a blend of shock and admiration. "Is he even human?" "There''s no way that''s possible¡­" As Ethan ced the barbell back down, a look of satisfaction appeared in his eyes. ''Finally,'' he thought, feeling a rush of exhration. However, he realized the weight wasn''t as challenging as he expected. His body had be much stronger, making the heavyweight seem manageable. More and more people stopped their workouts to watch Ethan, the lean young man who appeared to surpass the limits of ordinary human strength. Some people were recording, while others whispered among themselves in disbelief. Ethan, however, ignored them all. He wasn''t looking for attention; he was doing this for reasons. Ethan''s gaze shifted to the treadmills, sparking an idea. ''Perhaps going faster will help me push my limits,'' he thought as he approached one. He set the treadmill to its maximum speed, and the belt started moving quickly under him. With a quick jump, Ethannded on the treadmill and sprinted at full speed. His legs moved perfectly with the treadmill''s fastest setting, effortlessly matching the pace. The gym seemed to blur around him as he kept up with the machine''s speed. Moving this fast felt exhrating and natural, almost like he was made for it. Yet, Ethan did not immediately break a sweat, even at the highest speed. His body was just too efficient, too strong. It was only after twenty minutes that a slight sense of fatigue began to emerge. Ethan''s breathing became heavier, and his muscles started to tense, but it wasn''t enough to slow him down. Finally, after a few more minutes, he slowed the treadmill and stepped off. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his skin, but he wasn''t even close to being winded. Around him, the gym was abuzz with awe-struck faces, some whispering in disbelief, others openly gaping at him. With a wry smirk, Ethan thought, ''I could still feel tired, after all.'' Despite not beingpletely worn out from the earlier football match, he appreciated the subtle signs of tiredness. It served as a reminder that he wasn''t invincible. Even though his endurance was much greater than most, his body still had its limits. And that was good. Ethan needed that remindercency was dangerous, especially in the world he was entering. As Ethan grabbed a towel and headed to the locker room, his mind was racing with thoughts. He knew he was solid and fast, qualities that set him apart, but he also realized that wouldn''t be enough in the elite circles he found himself in. "Theodore''s warning... the Great Families..." he mused, wiping his brow. These words echoed in his mind, a reminder of theplex power dynamics in Novan City he hadn''t yet fully grasped. But one thing was clear: he might already have enemies he wasn''t aware of. "I need to hire bodyguards," Ethan concluded, his mind shifting to strategic thinking. "But where to find one? I need to consult David and Jessica on this." It wasn''t just about his own safety. His family and the key figures at NovaTech also needed protection. The recent incidents involving Zidan and Mark were a stark warning of the dangers lurking around any corner. With this realization, Ethan threw the towel into a basket and left. Chapter 37 The First Meeting The energy at NovaTech was electric. Today wasn''t just any day; it was the day of the grandunch¡ªthe event that would officially introduce NovaTech to the world. Everyone in the building could feel the anticipation humming in the air. It was early in the day, but already the newly hired staff¡ªnearly ny¡ªwere gathered in the lobby, buzzing with curiosity. They hade from various fields¡ªtech, marketing, customer service, and legal¡ªand were ready to dive into their roles. But today was more than just an introduction to their jobs. It was about preparing for the grand event that would take ce tonight. David Turner stood at the front of the group, his calm butmanding presence drawing everyone''s attention. As one of the most respected figures in Novan City, his involvement had lent NovaTech an air of credibility and stability. The staff knew thepany had serious potential if David was part of this.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om Next to him stood Jessica, Ethan''s assistant. She carried a different kind of authority, sharp and efficient. Known for her ability to get things done, she was currently looking over the day''s agenda on her tablet. They made an impressive team together. Yet, a sense of mystery lingered in the air¡ªeveryone eagerly awaited the arrival of Novatech''s founder, Ethan Cole. Very few had the chance to see him in person, and even those who had were amazed by how someone so young could be the mastermind behind such an ambitious project. David cleared his throat, bringing everyone to attention. "Good morning, everyone," he began, his deep voice cutting through the murmurs. "Wee to NovaTech. I know many of you are eager to get started in your roles. Still, today, we''ve gathered you here to give you a sense of what we''re building and, most importantly, to prepare for tonight''s grandunch." The room shifted with excitement. Whispers broke out as people exchanged nces, knowing this wasn''t just another techpany. David smiled, sensing the anticipation. "NovaTech is more than just a ce to work. It''s apany built on the idea that innovation thrives when creativity can flourish. Today, you''ll get a tour of the building, meet your teams, and learn more about how we do things here. But tonight, we introduce ourselves to the world." Jessica moved closer, speaking in a professional yet approachable manner. "You''re involved in something significant that will have a big impact. But before diving into that, let''s ensure you''re familiar with where you are." As they led the group into the main area of the building, the staff''s eyes widened with curiosity and awe. The NovaTech headquarters wasn''t like any office they had worked in before. "We don''t believe in cubicles or traditional offices here," David exined as they walked through a wide-open workspace. "Everything is designed to be flexible. You can work from anywhere in the building¡ªgrab a corner near a window, join a group at a standing desk, or rx in one of the lounge areas. We want you to feelfortable, to think creatively." One of the new software engineers, a young woman named Kara, raised her hand. "So, we don''t have fixed desks?" Jessica grinned, anticipating the question. "Exactly. You don''t have to be chained to a desk all day. Feel free to move around, coborate with different departments, or work remotely when needed. We trust you to manage your own time." The staff murmured in approval. It wasn''t just a job; it felt like a new way of working. They moved through the workspace, and soon, Jessica gestured toward arge ss-walled room. "This," she said with a smile, "is the Recharge Zone." The group''s collective intake of breath was audible. They saw nap pods, bean bags, gaming consoles, and a mini library. A few people blinked in disbelief while others exchanged excited whispers. "We believe that to be productive, you need bnce," Jessica continued. "This is where youe when you need to take a break. Recharge your mind and body, and return to your work feeling refreshed." "Wow," one of the marketing assistants muttered under his breath. "I''ve never seen anything like this." David smiled at their reactions, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "And it gets better. Let''s head to the cafeteria." The group followed David and Jessica as they moved toward the cafeteria. This sleek, modern space looked more like a high-end caf¨¦ than a corporate lunchroom. The scent of fresh coffee and baked goods filled the air. "Everything here is free for employees," David said, motioning toward the food stations. "Breakfast, lunch, snacks¡ªit''s all on us. We want you to focus on your work, not on where your next meal ising from." One of the new hires, a customer service lead named Mike, turned to his colleague wide-eyed. "I think I''m in the wrongpany¡­ this ce is paradise!" The staffughed, but the awe was real. It was clear that NovaTech wasn''t just about tech innovation and redefining the workce culture. As the group continued their tour, their admiration for NovaTech grew. But there was still a lingering curiosity about the man behind it all. Finally, as they approached the boardroom¡ªa sleek, ss-walled space with stunning views of Novan City''s skyline¡ªDavid paused. "Now," he said, lowering his voice slightly, "I know many of you are curious about our founder, Ethan Cole. Well, you''re about to meet him." The staff''s excitement shifted into nervous anticipation. The ss doors slid open automatically, and there he was. Ethan stood at the head of the table, his back to the room as he gazed out at the city skyline. When he turned to face them, there was a momentary hush. Ethan''s appearance had changed over time, enhanced by his recent boost in attributes. His jawline was sharper, his eyes more piercing, and his presence more striking than ever. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his well-tailored suit made him look like the enigmatic young CEO. But it wasn''t just his appearance that drew people in¡ªthe charisma that seemed to radiate from him. He didn''t have to say a word tomand attention. David and Jessica stepped aside, allowing Ethan to take the floor. "Wee to NovaTech," Ethan began, his voice smooth but purposeful. "It''s good to finally meet all of you." The staff stood in awe, eyes locked on the young CEO. Many of them had expected someone older, more seasoned¡ªbut Ethan defied all those expectations. He was young, yes, but there was a weight to his words that made people stop and listen. "I know some of you might be wondering," Ethan continued, his eyes scanning the room, "what a guy my age is doing at the head of apany like this. And I get it. But what I want you to understand is that NovaTech isn''t just anotherpany. It''s a vision. A vision that we''re building together." The room was still, hanging on his every word. "I''ve always believed," Ethan said, his voice gaining strength, "that innovation isn''t about ying it safe. It''s about taking risks, thinking differently, and challenging how things are done. That''s what we''re doing here. And that''s why each of you was chosen¡ªnot just because you''re good at what you do, but because you''re ready to be part of something bigger." The staff exchanged nces, the weight of his words sinking in. This wasn''t just another job. This was an opportunity to be part of something groundbreaking. "Tonight," Ethan said, his gaze steady, "is just the beginning. The grandunch is about introducing NovaTech to the world. But we''re not here to follow trends. We''re here to set them. We''re here to lead." As he spoke, the staff could feel the energy in the room rising. Ethan''s passion was infectious. "You were chosen," Ethan finished, his voice firm, "because you have what it takes to make this vision a reality. I believe in all of you. So, let''s make tonight count. Let''s show the world what NovaTech is really about." A ripple of murmurs ran through the group. They were inspired, ready to start, and be part of something extraordinary. Jessica stepped forward, sensing the energy shift. "We''ve got department meetings set up for the rest of the afternoon. You''ll have time to meet your teams, familiarize yourself with your roles, and prepare for tonight." The staff nodded, energized and eager to dive in. Many couldn''t stop discussing the day''s events as they approached their meetings. "That guy''s incredible," one of the new engineers whispered to her colleague. "I didn''t expect him to be that young, but wow¡ªhe''s got a presence." Another marketing lead said, "It''s not just his looks either¡ªhe knows what he''s talking about. You can tell he''s serious about this." Watching the staff file out, David turned to Jessica with a satisfied grin. "I think we''re in good hands." Jessica smiled back. "With Ethan at the helm? No doubt about it." The buzz of anticipation remained as the staff prepared for their department meetings. Tonight was NovaTech''s grandunch, and with Ethan''s leadership and the team''s energy, they were ready to make waves in the tech world. Chapter 38 Prey and Predator The rooftop of NovaTech''s headquarters gleamed under the evening sky, the grandunch in full swing. The setting sun cast a warm, golden light over the event, while a cool breeze from the surrounding skyline kept the evening fresh. The d¨¦cor blended futuristic elegance and opulence, with glittering chandeliers reflecting the soft ambient lights. Luxurious tech disys lined the open spaces, their sleek designs giving a glimpse into the innovations NovaTech was about to unveil. Long banquet tables stretched along the perimeter, covered in pristine white linens and adorned with various culinary masterpieces. There were borate tters of international delicacies¡ªseared foie gras, wagyu beef sliders, truffle-infused risotto, and an endless assortment of fresh seafood, including oysters, lobster, and caviar. Elegant desserts, from petite macarons to indulgent chocte mousse domes, tempted guests between sips of champagne. Waiters in tailored uniforms floated around the rooftop, offering flutes of sparkling wine and signature cocktails. A live jazz band yed softly in one corner of the rooftop, their music flowing smoothly into the atmosphere. Not far away, a holographic art instation disyed ethereal, shifting visuals that captivated the crowd. Every detail had been crafted to impress, and it showed. As guests took in the scene, there were murmurs of admiration and gasps of awe. NovaTech''s newly hired staff, from various departments such as tech, marketing, and legal, mingled easily among the attendees. Their initial nervousness had dissipated, reced by excitement for thepany''s bright future. Conversations flowed smoothly, and bonds formed quickly as everyone seemed to align with NovaTech''s vision of innovation and creativity. Laughter echoed as team members exchanged stories and ideas for future projects. It was a fantastic night for many, or as some would call them, moners." Ethan, dressed in a perfectly tailored ck suit that entuated his sharp, enhanced features, stood confidently in the center of the rooftop, his presence undeniable. The recent enhancements to his physique gave him an aura that drew attention wherever he went. His piercing gaze, strong jawline, and quiet charisma captured the room, with heads turning and whispers following his every move. Ethan had chosen not to bring his family to the event. The world he was stepping into wasn''t just one of business but of power and influence, and he knew the risks. While proud, his family was unaware of the darker undercurrents of Novan City''s elite. Ethan had exined his decision to them beforehand, reassuring them it was for their protection. He couldn''t risk them bing targets for those with ill intentions. "Is that Ethan Cole? He looks¡­ I mean, look at him! He''s got the presence of a movie star." "I''ve heard about him, but he''s younger than I thought. And that confidence¡­" As Ethan moved among the guests, there was a constant buzz ofments around him. However, Ethan didn''t really pay much attention to it. Jessica was always next to Ethan. She had memorized every detail about the influential figures being invited tonight. She would keep on filling Ethan with information about them. "This is Mr. Petrov, the owner of Petroveum Power," Jessica said quietly, her voiceposed despite the undercurrent of tension. Ethan nodded, extending his hand to the older man. "Ethan Cole. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Petrov." Petrov gave a slight, respectful nod, shaking Ethan''s hand firmly. "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Cole. I''ve heard quite a bit about your ambitions." His eyes held a glint of curiosity as if trying to measure the young man before him. Ethan then moved from guest to guest, offering firm handshakes, exchanging pleasantries, and greeting each influential figure personally. Ethan knew tonight wasn''t just about showcasing NovaTech''s potential; it was about establishing connections andying the groundwork for future alliances. He could feel the weight of the elites'' scrutinizing gazes. Each nce that swept over him heldyers of unspoken judgment, curiosity, and, in some cases, disdain. Leaning slightly toward Jessica, Ethan lowered his voice. "I believe those are the elites¡ªthe Great Families invited, right?" Jessica nced briefly at the group gathered at the far end of the rooftop, where the atmosphere seemed heavier. The elites stood apart from the other guests, their elegant postures sharp as their eyes watched the event unfold with cold calction. Jessica nodded, confirming Ethan''s suspicion. "Yes, that''s them. But I don''t have all the information about each one of them." Ethan''s brow furrowed. "I see. David didn''t brief you?" Jessica shook her head. "He tried, but we could not predict who would being." Ethan''s expression softened. "It''s alright. You''ve done your best." His tone was reassuring, but his gaze lingered on the gathering of the Great Families. He could feel their attention shifting, flickering between him and his team, like predators evaluating prey. As they continued speaking, Ethan could feel a particr intensity in some of the gazes now directed at them. They were being watched. Closely. And then, almost imperceptibly, one of the eyes settled on Jessica. A man standing just within the shadows of the elite gathering tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as they swept over Jessica. His predatory gaze lingered on her, tracing the delicate lines of her face and the effortless elegance with which she moved. She was strikingly beautiful, and something about her caught his attention more than anyone else. Oblivious to the piercing stare, Jessica continued discussing the event, but Ethan could feel the shift in the air. He followed the direction of the gaze, his eyes narrowing as theynded on the man watching Jessica. Next to him, a figure leaned in and whispered something in his ear. A smirk crept across the man''s lips, his eyes still fixed on Jessica. " Jessica Moore," the second figure murmured quietly, barely audible over the hum of the crowd. "She''s the assistant. Beautiful, isn''t she? Rumor has it she''s more than just a pretty face¡ªshe''s a virgin, from what I''ve heard." The first man''s smirk deepened, the predatory gleam in his eyes growing darker. "Interesting," he muttered, his voice a low growl. "Very interesting." Unaware of the exchange, Jessica nced at Ethan, her brows furrowing slightly at his sudden distraction. "Is everything alright?" Ethan didn''t answer immediately. His gaze was still locked on the man, watching Jessica like a wolf circling its prey. He could feel the cold weight of the man''s interest, not just in NovaTech but Jessica herself. The intensity of his gaze was unsettling, and Ethan''s muscles tensed instinctively. "Yes," Ethan finally replied, though his voice slightly curved. "Everything''s fine." But it wasn''t. There was a dangerous undercurrent, something beyond business deals and negotiations. It was the kind of tension that came with power, greed, and a hunger that wasn''t easily satisfied. The man''s gaze lingered on Jessica for a moment longer before turning away, his smirk never fading. Whatever intentions he held, they were far from innocent, and Ethan could sense that this wouldn''t be thest time they crossed paths. The elite''s gazes shifted back to a silent observation, yet the air around Jessica felt different. She was no longer another participant in their game; she had be a target. Ethan was aware of this change and knew he had to act to safeguard everyone¡ªhimself, his family, and the staff at NovaTech.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om Chapter 39 Passing the Torch At the far end of the rooftop, the Ridge Rovers FC yers and staff, including the club''s current owner, Theodore Graves, and Coach Harris, gathered together, looking slightly out of ce amidst the opulence of NovaTech''s grandunch. Theodore, a shrewd businessman who had owned the club for years, stood with his hands sped behind his back, his eyes scanning the event with calcted interest. Though he was no stranger to high-end events, even he couldn''t help but be impressed by the scale and grandeur Ethan had put together. Beside him, Coach Harris, the club''s long-serving manager, quietly marveled at the spectacle. He was more ustomed to the loud cheers of football stadiums than these luxurious gatherings. Still, he had an appreciation for what it all meant. The two men spoke little but shared an understanding¡ªthis wasn''t just another businessunch. With all its glitz and mor, this event marked the beginning of something muchrger. Ethan Cole wasn''t just another ambitious young businessman; he was a visionary. Ridge Rovers FC was about to be part of his grand design. A few steps away, Marcus and Eric, two of Ridge Rovers''s yers, explored the venue with wide-eyed wonder. Both had been to a few fancy events, but nothing like this. Their rtionship improved after both got some helpful tips from Ethan during thest practice match. "This ce is unreal," Marcus whispered, nudging Eric with his elbow. His eyes scanned the holographic tech disys hovering mid-air, showcasing Novatech''s uing innovations. The technology seemed like something out of a science fiction movie, and Marcus felt a bit like a kid in a candy store. Eric nodded in agreement, his face lit up in awe. "I''ve never seen anything like this," he added, staring at one of the disys that projected a futuristic cityscape, outlining NovaTech''s vision for smart cities. "If this is what Ethan''s doing with hispany, I can''t imagine what he will do for our club." Marcus grinned, an idea sparking in his mind. "You think with all this money, we could convince him to sign a few world-ss yers? Like maybe Mauri or Ricardo?" Ericughed, shaking his head. "Mate, we could sign them both with the cash Ethan''s throwing around! Imagine that¡ªRidge Rovers with Mauri, Ricardo, and maybe throw in Naiman for good measure." Their yful banter didn''t go unnoticed. One of the senior yers, Gavin, overheard and couldn''t help but join in with a grin. "Yeah, right! You''re dreaming,ds," he said, his voice full of amusement. "If Ethan bought all those world-ss yers, you do realize we''d be out of the squad? We wouldn''t even make the bench!" Marcus pretended to look offended. "What are you talking about? I''m sure I''d still be the first name on the team sheet! Maybe I''d even give Ricardo some tips on his free kicks." Gavin chuckled, pping Marcus on the back. "Keep dreaming, mate. If Ethan brings in those yers, you, me, and half the squad will be out of a job. We''d all be packing our bags along with Theodore." At the mention of Theodore, everyone''s attention briefly shifted to their club owner, who had been listening in on the conversation with a raised brow and a smirk. "Is that so?" Theodore said, his voice light but with a hint of teasing in it. The yersughed, but Marcus raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright, we''ll stop talking about signing world-ss yers! Don''t give Ethan any ideas. Guess we''ll just have to train harder." Eric nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly. No Ricardo, no Mauri. Just us working hard. We''ll be the world-ss yers before you know it!" The group erupted intoughter, but there was a real sense of camaraderie beneath the light-hearted banter. Despite the jokes, everyone knew that significant changes were on the horizon, and the uncertainty of the future lingered in their minds. As theughter died down, Coach Harris took a step closer to Theodore, his tone more serious now. "So, Theo¡­ you really sue about selling the club?" Theodore''s smile faded slightly, and he sighed heavily, ncing at the yers momentarily before returning to the coach. "Yeah, Harris. I am. I''ve been thinking about it for a while now. If I hold on to the club, we''ll never be able topete with the big teams." His eyes showed that he was reluctant, "You know how it is¡ªthe football world is ruled by money now. Sponsorship deals, big-money signings, oil billionaires buying up clubs¡ªit''s a different game than when I took over." Harris frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. "Theo, I don''t think that''s entirely fair. The club''s done well under your leadership. We''vee a long way, and the fans respect you. You''ve kept the spirit of the club alive." Theodore chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I appreciate that, but we both know it''s not enough anymore." He took a sip of his wine, savoring its vor, then remarked, "Consider the major leagues¡ªteams are spending hundreds of millions just on transfer fees. The yers are asking for astronomical sries. It''s gotten to the stage where you can''t attract top talent unless you have billionaire backers. And let''s be honest, I''m not one of those." Harris didn''t disagree, but he wasn''t willing to let Theodore shoulder all the me. "It''s not your fault, Theo. The game''s changed. Oil money and corporate giants are buying up the entire football world. Competing with that is impossible unless you sell your soul." Theodore''s expression grew distant, his gaze drifting over the glittering skyline beyond the rooftop. "Maybe so. But I can''t ignore what''s best for the club. Ethan''s got the resources to take Ridge Rovers to the next level. If I hold on to it, we''ll stay where we are¡ªalwayspeting but never breaking through. He could make us something bigger." Harris was quiet momentarily before asking, "You''d really walk away?" Theodore sighed again, but this time, there was a hint of something more¡ªregret, perhaps. "I don''t know if I can, to be honest. Football''s in my blood. This club¡­ it''s more than just a business to me. It''s my passion. I love it. I always have. That''s why I think if Ethan buys the club, maybe I could stay on in some capacity. Maybe not as the owner, but in some other role." Harris tilted his head, intrigued. "Like what?"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om Theodore shrugged. "I don''t know. Maybe a director''s position or something in the boardroom. Something where I can still be a part of the club. I might not be able to run it anymore, but I don''t think I can ever let it gopletely." There was a pause between the two men, the weight of Theodore''s words hanging in the air. Harris ced a hand on his friend''s shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. "You''ll always be part of this club, Theo. Whether you sell it or not, you built something here. Something real. And no billionaire can take that away from you." Theodore gave a small, grateful smile, though the uncertainty in his eyes remained. "I hope you''re right, Harris. I really do." The yers, oblivious to the depth of Theodore and Harris''s conversation, continued to joke andugh nearby, their excitement about the future masking the undercurrent of change about to sweep through their club. But for Theodore and Harris, the reality was settling in. Change wasing, and there was no stopping it. As the yers marveled at their surroundings, another rooftop section held a different guest. Representatives from five of Novan City''s Twelve Great Families mingled among themselves, their presencemanding respect from those around them. Chapter 40 The Game Begins At the far end of the rooftop, representatives of the most powerful families in Novan City¡ªthe Khans, Roscoes, Van Zants, LaRues, and Ansons¡ªgathered. Their quiet conversations were filled with veiled intentions and silent power ys. Behind the scenes, these families shaped the city, controlling industries like finance, media, politics, and energy. But amidst these powerful figures, there was one guest who remained unknown, her identity cloaked in secrecy¡ªLena Volkov. Unlike the Great Families, whose influence was confined to Novan City, the Volkovs operated on a muchrger scale, stretching their power internationally. No one recognized Lena as an heir to the Volkov empire. To them, she was just another beautiful woman at the event, though none dared approach her. Lena exuded an aura difficult to describe¡ªsomething sharp and untouchable, keeping people at a distance. They could admire her beauty, but they could never get close. Lena didn''t mind. People often thought her striking looks were all there was to her, but that only worked to her advantage. She preferred to observe from the shadows, unnoticed, calcting her next move. Her sharp gaze scanned the crowd, and soon, itnded on two familiar faces¡ªAnton Petrova and her cousin, Niki Volkov. A chill ran down her spine as she watched them exchange hushed words. Anton, with his smug, self-satisfied grin, was a known predator. Earlier, Lena had seen him preying on Jessica, making lewd remarks with that same twisted smirk on his face. Niki was feeding Anton information about Jessica, whispering in his ear like a snake. Anton Petrova might have been seen as royalty in Novan City, but Lena knew better. In the grand scheme of the Petrova family, Anton was nothing special. He was somewhere in the middle, a moderate yer with limited influencepared to the true powerhouses in his family. Yet here, in Novan City, the Petrova name held such weight that people treated him like a king.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om The Great Families of Novan City mored for Anton''s attention, hoping to align themselves with him purely because of hisst name. None of them knew the reality¡ªAnton was far from the top of the Petrova hierarchy, but they didn''t care. The Petrovas were international power yers, enough to make Anton a figure to fawn over in this city. Lena''s gaze flickered to her cousin Niki, who stood close to Anton, whispering in his ear. It wasn''t surprising. Niki was desperate to gain an edge, aligning himself with Anton to disrupt Lena''s ns for the Volkov empire. She had suspected this for a while, and now it was confirmed. Niki was here for her. ''Of course, you''d side with Anton,'' Lena thought, her lips curling into a tight smirk. ''You''re just as desperate for power as he is.'' ''Let''s see how far you get, cousin,'' she thought, her smirk deepening. ''You have no idea what you''re up against.'' As the elites of Novan City continued to shower Anton with praise and attention, Lena remained in the background, silently observing. Unlike her cousin or Anton, she had no need to make a spectacle of herself. Power wasn''t about being the loudest in the room but knowing when to strike. And tonight, Lena would be watching. Waiting. On the other side of the rooftop, David, Jessica, and Charles Weston, the manager of Novan City Bank, stood in a tense discussion. Ethan had just excused himself to prepare for his uing speech, leaving them to wrestle with the unfolding situation. Charles'' normally calm demeanor was shaken. His brow was furrowed with concern. "I can''t believe this," he muttered. "David, you didn''t brief Ethan about the Great Families?" David looked ufortable. "I wanted to¡­ I just didn''t want to overwhelm him before the event." Charles shot him a sharp look. "You didn''t want to overwhelm him?" His voice lowered. "David, this is serious. The Great Families aren''t just here for a businessunch. They''re here to measure him, to see if Ethan''s a threat." Jessica, usually calm and collected, looked pale. "I¡­ I didn''t realize it was this intense," she said, trembling slightly. "I thought this was about theunch, not..." Charles turned to her, his tone softening. "It''s more than that, Jessica. The Twelve Great Families run this city. If they see Ethan as disrupting their control, they''ll crush him. And we haven''t prepared him for this." David sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. "I thought we had more time. I didn''t think they''d move this quickly." "Well, they have," Charles said firmly. "And now we need to get Ethan up to speed before they move." Ethan had just finished a conversation with a city official when Charles, David, and Jessica approached, urgency clear in their expressions. "Ethan, we need to talk," Charles said, his voice low but insistent. Recognizing the gravity of the situation, Ethan led them to a quieter corner of the rooftop, away from the prying eyes and ears of the other guests. "What''s going on?" Ethan asked, his voice calm but focused. Charles wasted no time. "The Twelve Great Families are here tonight, and they''re not just here to celebrate NovaTech. They''re here to evaluate you." Ethan frowned, his sharp mind quickly processing the weight of the statement. "Evaluate me? Why?" David stepped forward, his expression regretful. "It''s my fault, Ethan. I should''ve told you sooner. I''ve been so immersed in NovaTech''sunch that I didn''t prepare you for this." Ethan''s expression softened. "No me, David. But I need to understand¡ªwhat''s going on?" David sighed. "The Great Families control Novan City¡ªfinance, energy, media, politics. Tonight, five of them are here: the Khans, Roscoes, Van Zants, LaRues, and Ansons. They don''t see NovaTech as a threat yet, but if they think you will disrupt their power..." "They''ll try to destroy you," Charles finished his voice grave. "And they have the resources to do it." Ethan''s gaze flickered toward the gathering of elites, where cold, calcting eyes watched the event from afar. He realized now that tonight was more than just NovaTech''s grand debut¡ªit was a political test. "Understood," Ethan said calmly, his face unreadable. A small, confident smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Thanks for the heads-up." Charles nodded, though his concern lingered. "Just be cautious, Ethan. They''re not your average businessmen. They don''t like threats to their power." "I''ll keep that in mind," Ethan replied. His calm demeanor was unwavering, but inside, he knew he had to y this game carefully. Just then, the host''s voice echoed through the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, we would like to invite Mr. Ethan Cole, the CEO of NovaTech, for his opening remarks." The crowd fell into a hush as the soft background music quieted, and all eyes turned toward Ethan. He stepped forward, every movement exuding confidence,manding the entire rooftop''s attention. As he took his ce at the center, he paused briefly, taking in the sight of the gathered elites, the tech world''s rising stars, and everyone in between. This wasn''t just a speech¡ªthis was a statement of intent. "Thank you all for being here tonight," Ethan began, his voice clear and steady. "Tonight marks the beginning of something new¡ªnot just for NovaTech, but for the future of innovation." His words hung in the air, and the crowd listened intently. "At NovaTech, we believe that progress isn''t just about following trends or ying it safe. It''s about pushing boundaries, taking risks, and challenging what we know. Technology can transform industries and lives, and we''re here to ensure it does exactly that." Ethan''s eyes scanned the crowd, careful not to linger too long on any one person. He could feel the scrutiny from the elites¡ªtheir gazes likesers, analyzing his every word. But Ethan knew that he couldn''t shy away. Not tonight. "This journey isn''t just about NovaTech," he continued. "It''s about all of us working together to create a future that benefits everyone. Innovation thrives when we coborate and bring the brightest minds together to solve the challenges of tomorrow. Tonight, we take the first step toward that future." Polite apuse followed his words, though Ethan could sense the watchful eyes of the Great Families, sizing him up with every gesture. They weren''t pping out of admiration but calcting their next moves. As Ethan stepped back from the microphone, Jessica, David, and Charles rejoined him. Charles still looked tense, ncing over at the elites who had been observing with quiet judgment. "We should''ve briefed you earlier," Charles muttered, shaking his head. "But you handled that well." Before Ethan could respond, a familiar voice cut through the crowd''s murmur. "Ah, there he is¡ªthe man of the hour." Chapter 41 The Elites Game Anton Petrova made his entrance with an air of arrogance, his eyes gleaming with a self-satisfied grin. As he approached, his gaze shifted from the grand event to Jessica. His eyes swept over her with a lecherous hunger, making Ethan''s blood simmer. Standing beside him, Jessica tensed under the intensity of Anton''s stare, visibly ufortable. Charles, sensing something was off, leaned in toward Ethan. "That''s Anton Petrova," he whispered urgently. "He''s not just anyone. Middle-tier in the Petrova family, but here in Novan City? He''s treated like a king. People practically grovel at his feet because of hisst name." Ethan nodded slightly, acknowledging Charles'' words. He did not really understand the weight of the Petrova name, but there was no way he would let Anton intimidate him. Anton stepped closer, his gaze still lingering on Jessica. "Ethan Cole," he said, voice smooth butced with contempt. "Quite the impressive event you''ve put together. Really¡­ it''s something." "Thank you, Anton," Ethan replied evenly, maintaining hisposure despite the growing tension. Anton''s smirk deepened. "But you know, anyone can throw a grand party. sh some money around and dazzle the crowd with tech¡ªimpressing themoners is easy. Real power, though? That''s something else entirely." Ethan''s expression remained calm, though he could sense the underlying challenge in Anton''s words. He nced at David, who subtly signaled for him to stayposed. "What are you getting at, Anton?" Ethan asked, his voice measured. Anton stepped closer still, his arrogance palpable. "I''m talking about a contest. A real test of power. We, the elites, don''t just measure sess by what we own. It''s about what you can do, how you prove your worth." Ethan frowned slightly. "I don''t follow." Anton grinned wider, stepping into Ethan''s space. "This isn''t the ce for it. Follow me to where the elites gather. What happens next shouldn''t be seen by themoners." Ethan hesitated. This was getting ridiculous. He had no interest in entertaining Anton''s ego trip. "I''m not interested, Anton. I didn''te here to indulge in childish contests." But Anton wasn''t finished. His smirk turned darker as his hand shot out and grabbed Jessica''s wrist, holding it with a possessive grip. His touch was bold and inappropriate, full of lust. Jessica''s eyes widened in shock as she tried to pull away, but Anton''s grip tightened. "See," Anton drawled, his eyes full of disdain. "Even your assistant knows her ce¡ª" Before he could finish, Ethan smacked Anton''s hand away from Jessica, the sharp p echoing. "Let her go," Ethan''s firm voice said, his gaze cold and unyielding. The crowd around them went silent, stunned by the sudden esction. Anton recoiled slightly, more from surprise than pain, but his expression darkened with embarrassment. His carefully cultivated arrogance had been shattered, and the humiliation stung. His eyes narrowed as he realized he had lost control of the situation. Behind Anton, Niki Volkov''s eyes gleamed with malicious excitement. He had been watching closely, eager to see Ethan humiliated. Anton''s failure only fueled Niki''s desire to see Ethan brought down. He knew that Lena had been positioning herself within NovaTech. Still, if Ethan''s reputation took a hit here tonight, it would disrupt her ns. And Niki loved nothing more than watching his cousin''s schemes unravel. Desperate to regain the upper hand, Anton stepped back with a sneer. "You think you can humiliate me like that, Cole? You have no idea who you''re dealing with." Anton straightened himself, addressing the elites gathered nearby. "Let''s settle this the way we do in our world. Strength, not money, decides everything. If you''ve got the guts, prove yourself. Or are you a coward?"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om Ethan remained calm, though his patience was wearing thin. "I''m not here to y your games, Anton. I''m here for business." Anton''s smirk returned. "So, you''re afraid, then? Hiding behind your little wealth? You''ve got no power of your own, huh?" The insult hung in the air, and before Ethan could respond, Marcus and Eric¡ªtwo of Ridge Rovers'' yers¡ªnoticed the altercation and hurried toward Ethan. "This doesn''t look right," Marcus muttered, his eyes narrowing as he watched Anton challenge Ethan. "Let''s go. The boss might need us," Eric replied, already moving toward them. But before they could reach Ethan, two tall, imposing bodyguards stepped forward, blocking their path. Each wore the insignia of one of the Great Families, their presence radiating an unspoken authority. The other bodyguards were already working to calm the nearby crowd, urging them to move away. "Get lost," one of the guards said, his voice deep and menacing. "This isn''t your ce." Marcus frowned, his temper rising. "We just want to make sure everything''s okay." The guard didn''t budge. "This isn''t your concern. Move." Sensing that something was amiss, Eric moved to bypass them, but the second guard''s hand shot out, grabbing Eric''s arm with a grip like iron. Eric tried to pull away, but the guard''s strength was unreal. With one swift motion, he pushed Eric back, forcing him several steps away with ease. Seeing his teammate shoved back, Marcus tried to intervene, but the first guard grabbed his arm and pushed him aside just as easily. Both yers were stunned, realizing they were no match for these so-called "bodyguards." Before they could protest further, Lena Volkov appeared. She moved effortlessly, shing a small medallion bearing the Volkov insignia. The guards immediately bowed and stepped aside, allowing her to pass. "Who the hell is she?" Eric muttered, watching in confusion. Marcus shook his head, eyes still wide from the confrontation. "No idea." As Lena reached Ethan, she nced briefly at Anton, then turned her attention to Ethan. Her voice was low but urgent. "Anton''s baiting you. Don''t fall into his trap." Ethan''s jaw tightened. "I''m not going to let him walk all over me." Anton, sensing Ethan''s hesitation, pressed on. "What''s wrong, Cole? You''re going to let a woman speak for you? Or do you not have the guts to face me yourself?" Jessica, standing behind Ethan, was trembling with anger. "He''s just trying to embarrass you, Ethan. Don''t give him what he wants." But Ethan had had enough. Anton had disrespected Jessica and was now pushing him into a corner. The tension between them had reached a boiling point. Ethan stepped forward, his decision made. "Alright, Anton," he said, his voice steady. "Let''s settle this." A ripple of excitement passed through the gathered elites. Anton''s grin widened, knowing he had seeded in drawing Ethan into his trap. He wasn''t just looking to win¡ªhe aimed to destroy Ethan''s reputation in front of Novan City''s elites. Niki, standing nearby, smirked. This was exactly what he wanted. If Anton could embarrass Ethan here, NovaTech would suffer. And with the Great Families watching, any feud between Anton and Ethan would quickly turn into a city-wide effort to crush NovaTech. Lena, watching with concern and curiosity, took a step back. She knew Anton had the upper hand, but something about Ethan made her believe he might be more than Anton expected. She remembered Mark and Zidan mentioning Aric''s impressivebat skills a few days ago. Tonight might just be her chance to see him in action. Moreover, this could be a golden opportunity to get the upper hand on Ethan should things not go his way. On the flip side, if Ethan manages toe out on top, it could mean he has skills or background that could work in her favor. Anton signaled Ethan to follow him to a private spot reserved for the elite, signaling the start of their challenge. This was more than just a test; it was a fight for influence and respect. Ethan, fully understanding the stakes, walked with Anton. He knew this wasn''t just anypetition¡ªa battle he was determined not to lose. Chapter 42 A Bet Ethan walked behind Anton and Niki, their footsteps echoing softly against the polished floor of NovaTech''s rooftop. The tension in the air was palpable as if even the city skyline surrounding them had quieted in anticipation. As they moved toward the secluded area where the elites had imed their territory, Ethan could feel the weight of unspoken expectations pressing down on him. Jessica, David, Charles, and Lena followed closely behind, their expressions a mix of concern and uncertainty. Unlike the main event area, this part of the rooftop held a different atmosphere¡ªcold, unweing, and charged with an invisible pressure. When they reached the boundary of the elites'' space, a line of imposing guards stood ready. They weren''t just hired muscle; they carried an aura that sent shivers down anyone''s spine. Each wore stern expressions and a gaze that seemed to pierce through anyone who dared to meet their eyes. The insignias on their tailored suits were discreet yet spoke volumes¡ªemblems of the Great Families, signifying their loyalty and status. David muttered under his breath, eyeing the guards with frustration. "This is just disrespectful. Kicking people out just so they can bunch up together again?"n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om Charles shook his head, clearly disappointed by David''sment. "What did you expect? After all this time, you still don''t understand their behavior?" David responded with a hint of defensiveness. "I was only raising funds for regr startups, not something as massive as NovaTech. We contacted the Great Families, but all our invitations were turned down. Not a single one showed up." Jessica''s face was pale, her hands fidgeting slightly as she took the intimidating sight. "I didn''t expect things to escte like this. It''s as if they''ve imed this space as their own." Ethan''s expression remained stoic, but he took in every detail, noting how the elites found ways to assert their dominance even here. He squared his shoulders, refusing to be intimidated by their disys. As they crossed the threshold, the environment changed subtly. The air felt colder, and the atmosphere was charged with a different tension. It was as though the space itself bent to the will of those who had imed it, an unspoken rule that only the truly powerful had a ce here. Lena moved closer to Ethan as they walked, her voice low but clear. "You understand what''s about to happen, don''t you?" Ethan nced at her, his brows knitting slightly. "You mean a fight?" Lena nodded, looking over the curious and eager elites. "It''s about more than just showing off. It''s how they disy their heritage and identity. Each family has unique traditions and martial arts handed down through generations." She hesitated, her gaze fixed on Anton''s figure. "For the Petrovas, their distinctive style is known as ''Nezha''s Gambit.''" Ethan raised an eyebrow, puzzled by the unique name. Lena offered a slight smile, understanding his bewilderment. "That''s just what it''s called. It''s known for its brutal style. The approach involves tapping into sheer power to unleash massive force at close range. The Petrovas are convinced that sheer strength can overpower skill, arguing that a strong enough hit can break any defense." She hesitated, then added, "They''re known for techniques that break bones, shatter defenses, and end fights quickly. It''s a style meant to dominate, not just win. Anton... he''s been trained in this since he could walk." Ethan listened carefully, letting her words sink in. As they reached the center of the gathering, surrounded by the watching eyes of the Great Families, he began to piece things together. The attributes, skills, andbat training the Unlimited System offered him made sense now. It wasn''t just to help him navigate the business world or fend off minor threats. It was to prepare him for something far more primal, a world where power was proven through strength, not wealth. Lena''s expression softened slightly as she studied Ethan. "You''re wondering why the elites do this, aren''t you? Why rather settle things with their fists than with their money?" Ethan nodded, his jaw tight. "I thought I was prepared for their politics, their games. But this¡ªthis is something else." Lena''s lips curled into a half-smile, a glimmer of something deeper in her eyes. "You see, this isn''t just some spectacle for their amusement. It goes back to ancient times when empires ruled the world." Ethan remained silent, patiently waiting for Lena to go on. "Historically, dominance wasn''t proven through wealth alone but through strength¡ªraw, undeniable power. Today, money has be easy, especially for those in our circles. But strength? That''s still a way to rise above the rest, to truly stand on top." Ethan frowned, trying to wrap his mind around it. "But if they''re so concerned about strength, wouldn''t it make more sense to have armies and weapons? Why go through all this trouble of proving themselves personally?" Lena chuckled softly, with a hint of genuine amusement. "You''re still new to this, Ethan. Armies have their ce, but these battles are about more than that. They''re like... rituals, a way to prove who''s truly worthy of power. And beneath these disys are secrets even the Great Families keep hidden." Ethan raised an eyebrow, curiosity, and unease intertwining within him. "Secrets?" She nodded, her expression turning serious. "Yes, and if you survive tonight, I''ll tell you everything you need to know. For now, just remember¡ªthis is more than a contest. It''s a glimpse into a world where strength is still the currency of power." Ethan nced around at the gathered elites. He could see the truth in her words. Their expressions were sharp and expectant, as if they were eager to witness a spectacle that would remind them of their power. He caught sight of Niki, standing with his arms crossed, a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes as he watched the scene unfold. He could practically feel the anticipation in the air¡ªeveryone waiting to see if the upstart Ethan Cole could hold his ground. Ethan took a deep breath, feeling the moment''s weight settle on his shoulders. He realized now that this wasn''t just about Anton or the Petrova family. It was about proving himself in a world where tradition and strength carried as much weight as innovation and ambition. And he knew one thing for certain, he wouldn''t back down. Not here. Not now. Lena seemed to sense his determination, her gaze softening as she watched him. "Just be careful, Ethan," she said quietly. "They want to break you, to prove that you don''t belong here. Don''t give them the satisfaction." Ethan met her eyes, a small, determined smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Thanks for the warning, Lena. But I''m not nning on losing." They stopped in the center of the elites'' circle, the hushed murmurs of the crowd fading as Anton turned to face Ethan, a smug look on his face. The stage was set, and the stakes were higher than ever. And as the crowd of elites closed in around them, Ethan felt a strange calm settle over him. He now understood this wasn''t just about NovaTech''s sess or failure. It was about proving himself in a world where every move mattered, where respect had to be earned through action, not words. Ethan squared his shoulders, meeting Anton''s gaze head-on. The challenge had beenid out. Now, it was time to see it through. Anton''s smug grin widened as he faced Ethan, his voice cutting through the quiet murmur of the gathered elites. "It''s almost amusing, Cole. Hiding behind a woman, letting her speak for you like some protective guardian. Isn''t that right?" He cast a sideways nce at Lena, his tone mocking but cautious. Anton knew precisely who Lena Volkov was¡ªher reputation for ruthlessness preceded her¡ªand he wasn''t foolish enough to challenge her openly. But that didn''t stop him from targeting Ethan, hoping to goad him into a mistake. Lena''s expression remained neutral, though her eyes shed a warning that Anton had caught but had chosen to ignore. He turned his attention back to Ethan, smirking. "Why don''t we make it interesting?" He paused, letting his words hang in the air. "A bet." Anton leaned closer, his voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. "If I win, Jessicaes to work for me. Noints, no conditions." Jessica''s breath caught, and she looked at Ethan with wide eyes, a flicker of fear crossing her face. Ethan''s expression hardened, but he kept his voice steady. "And if I win, you leave this ce... at once." Anton''s smile faltered for a split second, caught off guard by the simplicity and finality of Ethan''s terms. But he quickly regained hisposure, a glint of challenge in his eyes. "Agreed. Let''s see if you can back up those words, Cole." A murmur rippled through the crowd, the elites exchanging nces filled with intrigue. They relished the prospect of a confrontation, eager to see if this outsider could hold his ground against one of their own. The stage was set, and there was no turning back. It was time to see if Ethan could truly stand against the might of a Petrova. Chapter 43 Turning the Tide The elites'' section of the rooftop fell silent as Ethan and Anton squared off. The air buzzed with anticipation, the city lights casting shadows across their tense faces. Around them, a circle of finely dressed men and women watched intently, eager to witness the sh between old power and a new contender. Niki Volkov stepped forward, his voice cool andmanding. "This is a battle between Ethan Cole and Anton Petrova. I''ll act as the judge. The rules are simple. The fight ends when one yields or can''t continue." "Both of you, take your positions five meters apart." Niki gestured for Ethan and Anton to take their positions five meters apart. As they moved into ce, whispers rippled through the crowd. "Anton will wipe the floor with him." "Cole doesn''t stand a chance. He''s all money, no background." "I give him thirty seconds, at best."N?v(el)B\\jnn Ethan ignored thements, focusing on his breathing. This wasn''t about proving the crowd wrong but proving something to himself. As he readied himself, a familiar notification appeared in his vision. ===== [New Mission: Defeat Anton Petrova] Objective: Win the battle against Anton. Reward: 1. 5000 EXP 2. 30 Ascension Points ===== "What a reward..." The promise of the reward spurred Ethan on. If the system offered such rewards, this fight would have been possible. Niki''s voice cut through his thoughts, "On my mark. Ready..." Ethan got ready, focusing intently on Anton. The heir of the Petrova family adjusted his position, his body tensed, full of pent-up energy. Ethan steadied himself, anticipating a direct beginning. "Battle!" Niki''s hand dropped, signaling the start of the battle. Anton quickly closed the distance between them, moving with startling speed. He was on Ethan in a heartbeat, his first punch aimed straight at Ethan''s face. Instinctively, Ethan crossed his arms, catching the blow with a solid block. The impact jolted through his body, forcing him back a step. Anton, with a mocking tone, said, "Not bad." He couldn''t help but smile broadly. Everyone here, including him, was convinced that facing Ethan would be a walk in the park for him. Anton pressed forward with relentless aggression, each punch and kick a hammer blow powered by the raw strength of his family''s signature style, Nezha''s Gambit. The style focused on overwhelming force, and each strike was delivered with the intent to break through defenses. Ethan''s arms stung with each impact as he deflected and blocked, but he kept his footing. He recognized the rhythm of Anton''s attacks¡ªdirect and brutal, with no wasted movement. Ethan''sck of real-life battle experience and basicbat skills made it difficult to seize opportunities and attack effectively. However, his incredible attributes enabled him to survive this long. He was unsure of the right moment to employ his Krav Maga and Close-Quarters Combat techniques against an opponent as skilled as Anton. His previous encounters with Mark and Zidan were less challenging, as theycked the necessary skills and experience. Blow after blow rained down on Ethan. He absorbed a strike to his ribs, twisting to lessen the force, then deflected a knee aimed at his midsection with a forearm block. Each time Anton attacked, Ethan was there, his defenses holding. Anton''s frustration grew, and his attacks became more intense, trying to break Ethan''s guard. "Why don''t you just fall, Cole?" he hissed, driving a kick into Ethan''s side. Ethan grimaced but held firm. He could feel the strength behind Anton''s strikes, but it wasn''t beyond what he could endure. And through the flurry of attacks, he began to notice something¡ªwhile Anton was strong, he wasn''t invincible. Anton''s rapid movements slowed slightly, sweat forming on his brow. His breath came faster, his frustration mounting with each failed attempt to break Ethan''s defense. The gathered elites exchanged uncertain nces¡ªEthan wasn''t crumbling under Anton''s assault as expected. From the sidelines, Lena''s sharp gaze tracked every movement. She could see Ethan''s mind working, analyzing Anton''s strikes, adjusting his defense with each new attack. He wasn''t just surviving; he was learning. Realizing that a purely defensive strategy wouldn''t win the fight, Ethan shifted tactics. He drew on his basic mastery and understanding of Krav Maga, using fluid movements to redirect Anton''s momentum. A punch aimed at his head slid past as Ethan sidestepped, using his forearm to push Anton''s arm wide. Next, he attempted to counter with a quick elbow strike, but Anton anticipated the move, slipping back just out of reach. Frustration bubbled beneath Ethan''s calm exterior. He was adapting, but Anton''s speed madending a clean hit difficult. Anton smirked, noticing Ethan''s struggle. "You''re not as good as you think, Cole." Anton pressed the advantage, his strikesing faster, but he was sweating now, his breathing morebored. He had expected to overwhelm Ethan quickly, yet he was still struggling. Around them, the elites watched with growing intrigue. Their earlier certainty in Anton''s easy victory was fading. Ethan wasn''t winning, but he wasn''t losing either. "He''s holding his ground," one of the spectators murmured. "Anton should have put him down by now." "Cole''s tough, I''ll give him that. But he''scking experience." As the battle dragged on, Ethan''s mind raced, searching for a way to shift the momentum. He had another ace, a secret weapon he hadn''t yet deployed. But he needed the right moment. Seeing a brief lull in Anton''s attacks, Ethan grinned. "You''re getting tired, Anton. Didn''t think I''dst this long, did you?" Anton''s expression twisted with irritation as he stepped back, taking a moment to catch his breath. "You talk a big game for someone who hasn''tnded a single hit." Ethan''s smile widened, and he took a calcted risk. "Well, that''s about to change." He quickly essed the system, feeling its interface light up in his mind. He focused on the skills he had been holding back, unlocking the Intermediate and Master tiers for both Krav Maga and Close Quarters Combat. The rush of knowledge flowed through him as if doors had opened in his mind, revealing deeperyers of each technique. ===== [Skills Upgraded: Krav Maga - Master, Close Quarters Combat - Master] [Total Ascension Points Spent: 30] ===== He felt his body respond instantly to the upgrades¡ªhis muscles remembering movements he had never practiced, his mind seeing angles of attack he had previously missed. But Ethan wasn''t done. He needed more versatility, more edge. He unlocked another skill¡ªMuay Thai¡ªraising it to the Master tier. The knowledge of the fighting style flooded into him, and muscle memory adapted to the new techniques. ===== [Skill Unlocked: Muay Thai - Master] [Ascension Points Spent: 17] ===== With the new upgrades, his body adjusted instantly, and his muscles remembered techniques he had never practiced. He felt a newfound rity and confidence as he settled back into his stance. Anton noticed the shift in Ethan''s posture and sneered. "What, got a second wind? Too bad it won''t help." Heunched another powerful punch, aiming straight for Ethan''s chest. But this time, Ethan was ready. He sidestepped smoothly, using his upgraded Krav Maga skills to guide Anton''s arm past him, throwing the Petrova off bnce. At that moment, Ethan struck. He drove a precise elbow into Anton''s ribs, using Krav Maga''s efficiency to target the weak point. Anton''s breath hitched, surprise flickering across his face. "Whoa! He managed to hit Anton!" Ethan followed up with a swift, punishing elbow strike from Muay Thai, catching Anton with a forceful blow across the jaw. The impact snapped Anton''s head to the side, a red mark blooming across his cheek. The elites watching gasped, their surprise palpable. For the first time, Anton looked truly rattled. He staggered back, hisposure cracking as he red at Ethan. "You... you little¡ª" he started, but Ethan didn''t give him time to recover. Heunched into a Muay Thai jumping knee strike with a fluid motion. His knee drove into Anton''s chin with a powerful thud, lifting Anton off his feet. The impact force sent Anton crashing to the rooftop floor,nding with a heavy thud that echoed in the silence. The elites leaned forward, eyes wide with disbelief as Antony sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath. Ethan stood over him, his stance steady, chest heaving with exertion but his resolve unbroken. The murmurs among the crowd grew louder, tinged with respect and surprise. Even Niki, certain of Anton''s victory, couldn''t hide his look of shock. Ethan met Anton''s stunned re with a calm, steady gaze. "You underestimated me, Anton. That was your mistake." Anton''s expression twisted with anger, but he couldn''t hide the exhaustion dragging him down. He tried to push himself up, but his limbs trembled. The power of Nezha''s Gambit had met its match in Ethan''s newfound skill and determination. The two men locked eyes briefly, the tension crackling like electricity. Ethan knew this was a turning point¡ªa moment that would decide not only the oue of this battle but also his ce among the elites of Novan City. Anton''s chest heaved, his pride and frustration warring on his face as he struggled to ept the reality before him. But Ethan''s stance remained unyielding, his presence a reminder that he wouldn''t back down, no matter the odds. The air was thick with anticipation, the crowd holding its collective breath. Everyone waited to see if Anton would rise again¡ªor if Ethan had finally, against all expectations, imed victory. At that moment, standing in the center of the circle, Ethan realized something fundamental had shifted. He wasn''t just surviving this fight¡ªhe was showing the elites that he belonged on his own terms in their world. And no matter what happened next, he knew he had already taken the first step toward changing the game. Chapter 44 The Volkovs Warning The aftermath of the battle between Ethan and Anton lingered in the air. The gathered elites whispered among themselves, the hum of their conversations filling the otherwise quiet rooftop. The tension was thick, like a charged current, as everyone watched Anton struggle to push himself off the ground. "Don''t you think you have won!" roared Anton. Anton''s face was twisted with rage, his pride wounded far more than his body. He nted one hand firmly on the rooftop, trying to force himself upright, determined to continue the fight. But before anyone could react, a figure appeared between Anton and Ethan, as if he had materialized from the shadows themselves. An old man, thin to the point of frailty, with long white hair that drifted slightly in the evening breeze, stood there. His face was lined with age, but his pale blue eyes glowed with a sharp, almost ethereal light. He wore a simple, dark robe that seemed out of ce among the tailored suits of the elite. Despite his unimposing appearance, an air of quiet authority around him made every one pause. "Who''s he?" "Where did hee from?" Voices filled with surprise echoed around. The elite group was shocked by the old man''s sudden appearance. Yet, no one dared confront him, not even the guards. Usually, the guards would handle anyone disrupting the battle. But this time, they all remained frozen in their spots. Still catching his breath, Ethan felt a chill run down his spine as he realized he hadn''t sensed the man''s presence until he was standing there. He exchanged a nce with Lena, who had the same uneasy look in her eyes. Niki''s typical arrogance was nowhere to be seen; his brow furrowed in confusion as he tried to understand why the old man had suddenly appeared. "What''s he doing here?" Lena''s mind was working overtime, trying to figure out the possibilities. She had a hunch about the identity of the mysterious figure. "Petrova Elder? But Anton isn''t one of the main heirs. Why would he be here then?" One of the Twelve Elders of the Petrova family¡ªa figure rarely seen, even among the highest circles of power. But she kept her thoughts to herself, knowing that revealing such knowledge would be unwise. The old man spoke a single word, his voice quiet yet carrying across the rooftop like a final decree. "Enough." The simplicity of hismand cut through the lingering tension, its weight palpable. Anton''s fury melted into something closer to dread as he met the old man''s eyes. He clenched his fists, his body trembling with the urge to continue, but ultimately bowed his head. "Yes, Elder," Anton said through gritted teeth, the words thick with frustration. He shot onest re at Ethan but knew better than to defy the Elder''s word. "You too. Follow me," the Elder ordered Niki. Niki, too, took a step back, his earlier excitement and smugness reced with a wary respect. He gave Ethan a nce that hinted at a begrudging acknowledgment before returning to the old man. Without another word, Anton and Niki followed the mysterious figure, disappearing into the shadows of the elite''s area as silently as he had appeared. As soon as they were gone, the tension began to ease, the weight in the airlifting slightly. The gathered elites started to disperse, murmuring among themselves about the unexpected twist. But their eyes continued to dart toward Ethan, a new curiosity in their gaze. David and Charles rushed over to Ethan, their faces pale with concern. David reached out, steadying Ethan as he took a shaky breath. "Are you okay? That... that was intense." Ethan nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow, his muscles still thrumming with the adrenaline of the fight. "Yeah, I''m fine. Just need a moment." Charles gave him a relieved but serious look. "You surprised a lot of people tonight. But who was that old man? He came out of nowhere." Ethan shook his head, his expression still puzzled. "I don''t know. But he was... something else." Before they could dwell on the mystery of the old man''s appearance, a familiar notification shed before Ethan''s eyes, catching his attention. ===== [Mission Completed: Defeat Anton Petrova] Rewards: 5000 EXP 30 Ascension Points ===== Ethan allowed himself a small smile, feeling a sense of aplishment. He had survived the fight but knew this was just the beginning. ===== Congrattions! You have leveled up! Current Level: 4 ¡ú 6 EXP: 11500 / 15000 Ascension Points: 23 ¡ú 53 Free Attribute Points: 10 ¡ú 30 Attributes Increased: Strength: +2 Speed: +2 Endurance: +2 Intelligence: +2 Charisma: +2 ===== The world of the elites had revealed itself in a way Ethan hadn''t fully understood before. And now, whether he was ready or not, he had stepped into it. Ethan slipped away from the crowd, his steps heavy with exhaustion. He needed a break from the tension, a chance to collect himself. Behind him, Jessica followed, her concern evident in the quickness of her pace. "Ethan, you shouldn''t be alone right now," she urged, her voiceced with worry. Before Ethan could respond, Lena caught up to them, her expression unreadable. "I''ming too," she stated tly, her tone leaving no room for argument. She nced back at David, lingering nearby, and her voice sharpened with authority. "David, you can handle the rest of the event from here. Make sure everything proceeds smoothly." David gave a resigned nod, turning back toward the remaining guests. Charles, standing nearby, couldn''t mask his surprise. He stared at Lena, then at David, his brows knitting together in confusion. "Who is she?" Charles whispered urgently. "And why is she giving you orders like that?" David let out a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Lena... she''s one of the Volkovs." Charles''s face went pale, his eyes widening with realization. "The Volkovs? What is she doing here? And how is Ethan connected to all this?" His voice wavered, struggling to grasp the implications. David could only offer a faint, tired smile. "She''s one of our staff." Meanwhile, Ethan made his way into one of the small resting rooms. It was simple and meant for NovaTech staff to catch a quick break during long shifts. He moved to a sofa and lowered himself slowly, wincing as he pulled off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. His forearms were bruised, and dark patches of blue and purple marred his skin. He couldn''t hide the injuries anymore. Jessica gasped as she caught sight of the bruises. "Ethan, you need to see a doctor. There could be internal injuries. This is serious!" she said, her voice rising in rm. Ethan shook his head, offering her a weary smile. "I''ll be fine, Jessica. These are just bruises. Nothing I can''t handle." Before Jessica could argue further, the door automatically opened, and Lena stepped inside, her expression calm yet focused. She tossed a small bottle toward Ethan, who surprisingly easily caught it despite his fatigue. Ethan nced at the bottle, noting the unfamiliarbel and the small, round pills inside. He looked up at Lena, his gaze wary. "What are these for?" Lena leaned against the wall, folding her arms. "Take one, and you''ll recover faster. They''re designed to elerate healing." Ethan studied her closely, his suspicion clear. "And why should I trust you, Lena? After everything that happened tonight, I can''t afford to take risks." Lena met his gaze evenly, a hint of frustration creeping into her voice. "If I had any intention of harming you, I wouldn''t have bothered giving you information about the Petrovas'' fighting style." Ethan let out a dryugh, the sound edged with bitterness. "That information didn''t do me much good. At the end of the day, I fought that battle alone. If you really wanted to help, you could have stepped in to stop it. You''re a Volkov¡ªone word from you, and it would have ended before it began." Lena''s expression softened slightly as if she understood his frustration. She paused, considering her words carefully before responding. "I won''t deny that, Ethan. But stopping the fight would have exposed me in ways that would bring more trouble for you. The Volkovs have enemies¡ªpowerful ones. If they knew I was getting involved with you, they''d target NovaTech just to get to me." Ethan snorted, shaking his head. "And what difference does that make? I''m already a target, Lena. After tonight, the Great Families will be eager to take me down, especially after the way they fawned over Anton. They''d be happy to get revenge on his behalf, hoping he''ll put in a good word for them." Lena''s eyes flickered with something like sympathy, but she kept her tone measured. "You''re right, Ethan. But by keeping my involvement subtle, I can help you navigate this world without drawing the full attention of the Volkovs'' enemies. Consider this... a way to level the ying field, at least a little." Ethan studied her for a long moment, weighing her words. He nced down at the bottle in his hand, turning it over thoughtfully. He wasn''t sure if he could fully trust Lena, but he understood that rejecting help out of pride would be foolish. With a reluctant sigh, he opened the bottle and took out one of the pills, swallowing it down with a swig of water. Almost immediately, a cool sensation spread through his body, dulling the ache in his muscles. Lena watched him quietly, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "You made quite an impression tonight, Ethan. But this is just the beginning. You''re ying a much bigger game now, with far more dangerous yers." Ethan met her gaze, a steely determination in his eyes. "Let theme. I''m not backing down. Not from the Petrovas, the Great Families, or anyone else who thinks they can crush me." Lena chuckled softly at Ethan''s bold deration, echoing through the quiet room. Herugh was not mocking but rather filled with a bemused understanding as if she were watching a child im they could conquer the world without knowing its true size. "Ethan, you shouldn''t be so overconfident," Lena said, shaking her head. "There''s more to this world than what you think you know. The Great Families? They''re just one part of a muchrger picture." Ethan raised an eyebrow, the intensity in his gaze unwavering as he studied her. He knew there were secrets, but he didn''t appreciate being kept in the dark, especially after everything that had happened tonight. "If that''s the case, then maybe you should start telling me what I''m missing," he replied. "You said you wanted to help. This might be the best time to fill me in on all that information." Lena''s eyes met his, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them¡ªperhaps hesitation or something deeper. She unfolded her arms, pushing away from the wall as she considered his words. For a moment, it seemed as if she might brush him off again, but then she sighed, a rare look of seriousness settling over her features. "You''re right, Ethan. After tonight, you deserve to know more. But understand what I''m about to tell you... it''s not something you can unlearn. It will change everything¡ªhow you see Novan City, the Great Families, even your ce in all of this." She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper as if even the walls might have ears. "You think the Great Families or the families simr to Petrova are the only ones with power, but there''s a world beneath the surface¡ªa shadow world where alliances and enemies are far more dangerous than you''ve imagined. And the real reason these families stay on top is because..." She paused, a shadow passing over her expression. Her lips parted to reveal the truth that would shift everything for Ethan. But before she could finish, her voice lowered even further, barely more than a breath, leaving the final words hanging in the air. "...because they''ve tapped the realm of..."n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om Chapter 45 The Realm of the Ascendants The morning sunlight crept through the blinds, casting soft rays across Ethan''s face as he stirred. Every muscle in his body ached, a reminder of the battle from the night before. He sat up slowly, the exhaustion from the previous night still clinging to him. His mind shed back to the rooftop¡ªthe fight with Anton and the Petrova Elder''s sudden appearance. It felt like a blur, but its weight still lingered. Just yesterday, Ethan felt strong and confident. He had been growing in power, with the system providing new skills and abilities. Butst night was a harsh lesson¡ªthere were forces much stronger than him. No matter how far he hade, Ethan was reminded that the world he had entered was far more dangerous than he''d realized. The image of the Petrova Elder surfaced in his mind. The old man had appeared out of nowhere, and Ethan hadn''t sensed him until he was right there. It wasn''t just Anton''s brute strength that Ethan had faced¡ªthere was something far more ancient and powerful lurking in the shadows. Ethan exhaled deeply, pushing himself out of bed despite the dull pain that throbbed. His arms still bore the bruises from the fight, a physical reminder of how much further he had to go. He had thought his strength would be enough, but the world had proven otherwise. Lena''s words from the night before echoed in his mind. The Realm of the Ascendants. She had spoken of it cautiously as if the very mention of the realm was enough to change everything. ording to her, it was real¡ªa ce where only the most powerful, those who had surpassed human limits, existed. Like the Petrovas and Volkovs, the Great Families had ess to it, using its secrets to maintain their dominance. It wasn''t just about wealth and influence anymore. The Ascendants had ess to powers beyond imagination, abilities that defied the natural order. Lena had made it clear that this realm was not something one could stumble upon. It was fiercely guarded, its secrets held by those deemed worthy. The night before yed vividly in Ethan''s mind as he recalled the conversation with Lena after the battle. She had revealed things he hadn''t even imagined existed. "You''ve already tapped into the realm of the Ascendants," Lena had said, her voice calm but carrying a weight that made Ethan pause. "But you''re just at the very beginning. The lowest stage¡ªwhat we call the realm of the Ascendant Apprentice." Ethan frowned in confusion. "Ascendant Apprentice?" Lena nodded. "Yes, you''re what''s known as a Lower Star Apprentice. At that level, your strength, speed, and endurance are just a bit above what the strongest normal humans can achieve. But you''re not considered a true Ascendant yet. Real powerester, as you climb through the ranks." Standing in stunned silence, Jessica roughly understood what was happening. This was the reality of their world. She believed it was simr to the Mafia, the Yakuza, and others, but on another level entirely. Jessica finally spoke, her voice shaky. "Wait... does that mean there are others like him?" Lena nced at her briefly before turning her attention back to Ethan. "Yes, there are. Too many. The Great Families, for example, have been developing Ascendants for generations. They have individuals far beyond where you are right now." Ethan''s mind had been racing, trying to grasp the enormity of what she was saying. "And these Ascendants... how many do the Great Families have?" Lena''s expression grew serious, her tone more cautious. "Each of the Great Families has their Ascendants. Some have reached the rank of Middle Star Soldier. These people are a hundredfold stronger than Ethan. And... we''re not talking about one or two. Most families have at least seven. The most powerful ones? They have twelve Middle Star Soldiers." Jessica''s voice was barely a whisper, "Twelve...?" Ethan hadn''t said anything then, but the weight of it all was sinking in. He had felt powerful with his recent gains, but now he realized how far behind he was. Seeing his unspoken questions, Lena had continued. "The ranks are divided into levels: Lower, Low, Middle, High, and Higher. Right now, you''re a Lower Star Apprentice." "Lower, as in the lowest rank, right?" Ethan asked. Lena nodded. She wanted him to understand just how serious his situation was. "Once you move up through the Apprentice levels, you''ll be an Ascendant Soldier. The strongest members of the Great Families are at the Middle Star Soldier rank, and their abilities... let''s just say, they''re far beyond anything you''ve ever seen." Ethan fell silent, realizing the world of power and influence he thought he was entering was just the surface. Beneath ity a hidden realm of strength and Ascendant power where the real control existed. Lena continued, her expression thoughtful as she delved deeper into the world that Ethan had only begun to understand. She leaned back against the wall, her eyes dark with the weight of the information she was about to reveal.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om "Anton," she said, her voice steady, "isn''t exactly what you think. For all his arrogance, he''s considered one of the weaker heirs within the Petrova family. The respect hemands is more due to his parents and siblings. He''s one of the least impressive in terms of real talent." Ethan frowned. "Weaker? But he nearly had me beaten back there." Lena shook her head. "Anton''s strengthes from the family techniques and resources he''s been given. It wasn''t his raw talent. His speed and strength are inherited advantages, but he''s a smaller yer than his siblings. In fact, within the Petrova family, he''s barely in the middle regarding status and skill." Jessica, still listening intently, couldn''t hide her surprise. "If that''s him being weak... I don''t even want to imagine what the stronger ones are like." Lena''s gaze turned sharp. "The Petrova and Volkov families are on a different level altogether. They''re old, powerful families with deep roots in realms most people don''t even know exist. But you shouldn''t concern yourself with them, at least not right now. You need to focus on the Great Families here in Novan City." Ethan''s mind whirled as he processed the shift in conversation. Lena nodded. "They''re your immediate threat, Ethan. In terms of wealth, you might already surpass most of them, or at least you''re close. But wealth alone won''t protect you. That''s where you''re most vulnerable." Ethan''s gaze hardened. "What do you mean by that?" "Safety," Lena said simply. "That''s your real problem. You might have the money to build your empire, but the Great Families won''t let that happen without a fight. They''ve ruled Novan City for generations and will retaliate against anyone threatening their power. They don''t y fair, Ethan. ckmail, abduction, killing, framing... you name it. They''ll use any underhanded method to ensure nobody can stand against them." Jessica''s face paled at the mention of such dark tactics. "Are you saying... they would go that far?" Lena nodded grimly. "Absolutely. The Great Families are ruthless. They''ve maintained their control through fear and intimidation for decades. If they see someone rising up who could challenge their influence, they will try to crush them before they be a real threat. And after what you didst night, you''re on their radar now." Ethan''s jaw tightened. He had known that his rise in power and wealth would attract enemies, but he hadn''t fully grasped the lengths the Great Families would go to maintain their dominance. "NovaTech is a game-changer," Lena continued. "Your vision for the future... it''s revolutionary. But revolutions make enemies, and in a city like Novan, the most dangerous enemies are the ones who think they have the most to lose." Ethan remained silent for a moment, thinking through the implications. "So, what do I do? How do I protect myself from them?" Lena''s expression softened slightly. "You''ll need allies to stand by your side when things get dangerous. You''ll also need to fortify your defenses regarding your physical safety and yourpany''s security. NovaTech is a target now, and you are, too. These families have resources and connections beyond what you''ve faced. You need to be ready." Jessica, who had been quiet until now, looked concerned. "Ethan... we need to take this seriously. We can''t afford to underestimate them." Ethan nodded, his mind already starting to think of possible strategies. "I know. I''ll need to n how we can counter any moves they make. If they want to y dirty, I''ll be ready for them." Lena''s eyes darkened with a warning, her voice taking on a more serious tone as she leaned closer to Ethan. "You should hope they don''t y dirty, Ethan. If they do, there''s no preparing for what''sing. You won''te out of this alive." Ethan stiffened as he recalled her words, the weight of her statement pressing down on him. He had heard of the Great Families'' ruthlessness, but the way Lena spoke¡ªher certainty¡ªmade it all the more real. There were forces at work beyond money and influence, and if the Great Families truly saw him as a threat, they would stop at nothing to crush him. Chapter 46 Back in Business Ethan stood up slowly, every muscle still aching from the previous night''s events. He walked toward the window, gazing at the quiet, pristine streets of the elite residential area. There was no sign of the bustling city life here, just the stillness of luxury and privilege. The peaceful atmosphere outside contrasted sharply with the storm of thoughts raging in his mind. ''Is this really safety?'' he wondered. ''Just because I''m here, away from the chaos of the city, does that mean they won''te for me?'' His mind drifted toward his family, and an uneasy knot formed in his stomach. If the Great Families saw him as a threat, would they also go after his loved ones? Lena had warned him about their ruthlessness, about how far they would go to maintain their power. The thought of his family being dragged into this new world of danger was unbearable. Lena mentioned that his abilities were nothing for the Great Families to worry about. The higher-ups and heads of the families would simply ignore him. However, the heirs and lower-ranked family members might have different ns. They could try to gain favor with Anton, hope to rise in rank and status within their own families, or even join the Petrova family. "I might be safe for now," Ethan mused. "My strength would be enough to go against them for now. But still, I need to do something about my family." Turning away from the window, Ethan sighed deeply. His life had already changed so much since he got the Unlimited System. Still, now, with the revtion of the Ascendants, it was clear that everything was about to be far moreplicated. Lena''s words about the realm of the Ascendants echoed in his mind. He hadn''t noticed itst night, but as he thought about it, he pulled up his Status Panel, and something had changed. ===== [Status Panel] Name: Ethan Cole Level: 6 Rank: Lower Star Apprentice EXP: 11500 / 15000 Ascension Points: 53 Wealth: Unlimited Attributes:n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om Strength: 44 Speed: 44 Endurance: 42 Intelligence: 47 Charisma: 39 Free Attribute Points: 30 Skills: 1. Krav Maga [Master] 2. Close Quarters Combat [Master] 3. Muay Thai [Master] 4. Tactical Firearms [Basic] 5. Heightened Senses ===== ''Lower Star Apprentice,'' Ethan thought, eyes scanning the words. ''So the Ascension Points are tied to this "Ascendant" thing.'' He muttered to himself, "What is really going on? Why did the system choose me? And what''s my grand mission here?" Everything had shifted so suddenly. He was justunching a cutting-edge techpany. But, he was now thrust into a world of hidden power, with ancient families ruling in the shadows. He didn''t just have to worry aboutpetition anymore; now, there were people with abilities far beyond the norm. He nced back at the Status Panel. The numbers showed his current limits, but the Ascension Points promised more. ''I need to grow stronger,'' he thought. ''But how far does this go? And why me?'' Shaking off the doubts gnawing at him, Ethan decided to take immediate control over the one thing he could¡ªhis strength. He needed to push himself higher and fast. Too many unknowns were swirling around, and he had to be prepared for whatever came next. Without hesitation, he essed the system and chose to allocate his Free Attribute Points. A familiar sensation flowed through his body as the system adjusted his physical and mental attributes. ===== [Status Panel] Name: Ethan Cole Level: 6 Rank: Lower Star Apprentice EXP: 11500 / 15000 Ascension Points: 53 Wealth: Unlimited Attributes: Strength: 50 Speed: 50 Endurance: 48 Intelligence: 53 Charisma: 45 Free Attribute Points: 0 Skills: 1. Krav Maga [Master] 2. Close Quarters Combat [Master] 3. Muay Thai [Master] 4. Tactical Firearms [Basic] 5. Heightened Senses ===== Ethan stared at the panel, expecting something to change¡ªhis rank, perhaps. But nothing happened. He had hit the 50-mark for Strength and Speed, but there was no upgrade, no promotion to "Low Star Apprentice" as he had hoped. ''So that''s not it,'' he realized. ''The system must be stricter with me. It probably wants me to hit 50 in all attributes before my rank changes.'' His mind shed back to Anton. The man hadn''t seemed particrly bright or skilled, yet his strength had been on par with Ethan''s. It made Ethan think that for others, their rank might only depend on physical attributes¡ªStrength, Speed, and Endurance¡ªbut for him, it seemed like every stat mattered. ''Maybe the system is holding me to a higher standard,'' Ethan mused, ''or maybe it''s preparing me for something more.'' Ethan was about to open the Shop Panel when his phone buzzed, interrupting his thoughts. ncing at the screen, he saw that David was calling. He did not hesitate for a second before answering. "Hey, Ethan. How are you holding up?" David''s voice was filled with concern, a hint of guilt weighing down his tone. "I''m alright," Ethan replied, leaning against his desk. He could sense what wasing next. "I... I just want to say I''m deeply sorry for everything that happened," David continued. "If I had known what the Great Families would pull, I would''ve limited the invitations and kept it to people I knew were, well... normal." Ethan sighed but smiled faintly. "Don''t worry about it, David. It''s done, and there''s nothing we can do now. Besides, didn''t you see how I faredst night?" David burst outughing. "Who would have thought that you''re a fighter too? It looks like you could easily beat Anton." "Easy? I was caught off guard at first. It was so sudden that I couldn''t believe people still act like barbarians from the old days," Ethan replied, trying to keep the mood light. "I agree. But somehow, Anton''s words struck a chord. We humans have always acted this way. We have armies, weapons, and... wars," David said, his tone bing more serious. He added, "It''s just that with wealth, we can have better of those things." Ethan paused for a moment, reflecting on David''s words. Everything he said was true. It wasn''t strange for them to act this way. What could even the wealthiest people in the world really do? They would likely build up their armies and strengthen them to the maximum, ensuring that others wouldn''t run off with their riches. "I believe you are right, David. When we put things that way, it was not weird at all." As Ethan spoke, his mind wandered. ''It was impossible to avoid this,'' he thought. ''The system wanted me to have the grandest office possible. It was bound to attract the attention of the Great Families, no matter what. The system is pushing me to face them sooner orter.'' David''s voice snapped him back to the conversation. "You know what? Charles was furious. He tore into me for my negligence. I mean, I really should''ve seen thising." Ethan couldn''t help but chuckle. "Charles is always on top of things. Don''t take it personally." He remembered the first time he met Charles at the bank. Now, he wondered about Charles''s role in his life. The system recognized Charles and David as influential figures who significantly impacted him during one of his earliest missions. They talked for a few more minutes, the conversation lightening as they drifted away from the heavier topic of the Great Families. Eventually, David wrapped up the call. "Alright, go get some rest. See you on Monday, Ethan." "Yeah, see you then," Ethan replied, ending the call and cing his phone down. As he sat there, his mind returned to the tasks at hand. He had something far more pressing than the incident with the Great Families¡ªthe mission for NovaTech''s first project. It was still ongoing, and although it wasn''t difficult, he hadn''t yet dedicated the time toplete it. Ethan rubbed his temples, feeling frustrated for being so easily distracted. Although he knew the prototype should be his main focus, he couldn''t help but split his attention. On the one hand, he wanted to enjoy the system''s benefits. On the other hand, he was too preupied with moving his family into safety andpleting the other missions first. ''Time to fix that,'' he thought. The system had given him a clear path, and if there was one thing Ethan knew, it was that preparation was key. He couldn''t afford to be reactive, especially when he suspected the system would eventually give him missions to generate profit, expand NovaTech, and increase its influence. He needed to stay ahead of it. With renewed focus, Ethan settled in for the weekend. He dove into the work, tweaking and perfecting the prototypes for the uing projects. Each idea was carefully designed to positively impact themunity while driving profits for NovaTech. Ethan had nned everything meticulously, from the initial designs to how they would be introduced to the market. He wanted to ensure that NovaTech''s rise wouldn''t be temporary¡ªit would be revolutionary. With his recent increase in Intelligence, the work flowed smoothly. His mind processedplex equations and design elements faster, and everything clicked effortlessly. What would have taken days of trial and error now took mere hours. He could feel himself growing sharper, more efficient. A small sense of satisfaction settled over him as he finalized thest of the prototypes. He was back on track, preparing not just for the sess of NovaTech but for whatever challenges the system¡ªand the world¡ªwould throw his way. Now, he just needed to hand over the prototypes and ns for the team to work on improving it. Chapter 47 BiteWave It was Monday morning, and Jessica and David were both puzzled. They had been trying to reach Ethan for hours, but there had been no response. Confused and concerned, they headed to NovaTech''s office to see if he had arrived. Once inside the building, they approached a staff member at the front desk. "Hey, have you seen Ethan?" Jessica asked. The staff member nodded. "Oh, yeah. He arrived early this morning. Before anyone else, actually. He emailed the department heads asking them to gather the Developers, Marketers, and Customer Service teams for a meeting in the presentation room." David and Jessica nced at each other in surprise. Without wasting any time, they headed straight for the presentation room. When they arrived, they saw Ethan standing confidently on the stage, addressing the employees. Ethan''s presencemanded the room. Dressed in his usual sharp attire, he stood at the front of the stage with an air of calm authority, as if everything was already in his control. His voice was clear, and his focus unwavering. "Good morning, everyone," Ethan began, his voice resonating. "Thank you all foring in early today. I wanted us to kick things off on the right foot. We''re about to begin working on NovaTech''s next big project, and I wanted to ensure each of you is involved." The employees sat up straighter, listening intently as Ethan continued. "Our first project is a food delivery app for Novan City. Something topete with the biggest names in the market. We''re calling it... well, actually, I don''t have a name for it yet. That''s where you alle in. I want to hear your ideas." He nced around the room, smiling lightly. "This project belongs to all of us, and I believe the best idease from coboration. So, I''d like to hear some suggestions for the app''s name." Hands started to rise, and the room began offering ideas individually. "How about ''QuickBite''?" one of the developers suggested. "It''s short, easy to remember." Another marketer chimed in. "I like ''CityEats.'' It ties into the localmunity, which might attract more customers." While some nodded in agreement with the names, others hesitated, clearly not sold on the ideas. One person spoke up. "I don''t know¡­ ''QuickBite'' sounds too generic. And ''CityEats'' might not stand out enough againstpetitors." The suggestions continued, and Ethan moderated the discussion skillfully, guiding the team toward a more refined direction. "Let''s aim for something catchy but memorable," Ethan encouraged. "It should resonate with both locals and neers. But I also want it to feel like something fresh that separates us." The room buzzed with energy as people threw out new suggestions, a few of which Ethan rejected. Others sparked brief debates among the group. Then, a junior marketer raised her hand tentatively. "What about ''BiteWave''? It''s catchy and gives a sense of movement, like a wave of new food optionsing through the city." The room quieted for a moment, and then several heads began nodding. The name seemed to hit the right chord with everyone. "I like that," Ethan said, smiling. "BiteWave. It''s unique and energetic and suggests something big ising. What do the rest of you think?" There were murmurs of agreement, and it was clear that ''BiteWave'' had won over the room. Ethan took note of the collective decision and moved on. "Great, BiteWave it is. Now, let''s talk about the features." He pulled up the interface design on therge screen behind him, revealing the app''s clean, modern look. "We want BiteWave to stand out from thepetition, not just in name but in functionality. We''ll include the usual stuff¡ªfast delivery, live tracking, secure payments¡ª. Still, I''m looking for something extra that makes people choose us over everyone else." One of the senior marketers raised their hand. "What about a loyalty program? Something that rewards frequent users with discounts or free meals." Ethan nodded thoughtfully. "Good idea. A loyalty program could help build repeat customers." However, another voice from the customer service team added a different perspective. "That''s great, but we should be careful not toplicate things. Some users might find it overwhelming if there are too many features or it''s difficult to redeem their rewards." Ethan smiled, appreciating the bnce of perspectives. Another employee chimed in. "We could also allow users to customize their delivery¡ªmaybe eco-friendly packaging options or preferred delivery times." Some nodded in agreement, but a few others were skeptical. "We should be cautious with that," one of the developers noted. "Custom options are great, but they could also slow the development process and confuse users if we offer too many choices." Ethan raised a hand to moderate the discussion. "These are great points, and I''ll consider them all. Our development team will test everything¡ªwhether it''s necessary or if itplicates things. We''ll make sure to find a bnce." He turned to the developers and continued, "I want you all to develop the app''s logo, work on the website, and keep track of these feature requests. I''ll also need to update the legal team on this project. We''ll need them to handle the vendors'' and customers'' terms and conditions." Ethan''s focus shifted to the logistical aspects. "We''ll also need to expand our logistics team. The more delivery riders and drivers signed up with us, the better we can scale BiteWave and ensure fast deliveries across the city." Jessica and David observed quietly from the side, realizing what Ethan was doing. He used this first day as CEO to establish a culture of coboration and open dialogue. Rather than dictating orders, he involved everyone, listening to their suggestions and creating a sense of ownership in the project. Ethan''s attention then turned to the marketing team. "We''ll need a strategy for onboarding restaurants and vendors. Our app is only as good as our partnerships with local businesses. I want a n for getting them on board¡ªwhat kind of incentives can we offer, and how can we make BiteWave an attractive tform for them?" The marketers nodded, already jotting down notes and preparing ideas. That was the first step. With plenty of vendors and restaurants on board, it would be easier for them to attract users. As the meeting neared its end, Ethan closed with a confident tone. "This is our first major project as a team, and I want it to be something we''re all proud of. I''ll be working closely with each of you, but this app isn''t just mine¡ªit''s ours. And together, we''re going to make BiteWave a sess." The room buzzed with energy as the employees gathered their things, eager to start working on the project. Ethan remained on stage, watching as his team dispersed, feeling satisfied with the morning''s progress. David and Jessica approached him once the room had cleared. "Well," David said with a grin, "it looks like you''re not just running thepany¡ªyou''re building something bigger." Ethan chuckled, shaking his head. "Let''s just hope BiteWave lives up to the hype." Jessica added, "You''ve got the team energized. That''s a good start." Ethan nodded, his eyes wandering back to the empty presentation room. "It''s a good start, but we have a long way to go. There are many things I need to discuss with each team." David smiled, feeling proud that he made the right decision, even though Ethan had lied about the professor. Ethan continued, "Besides, I''ve already nned a few more projects. We can''t rely on just one project and have the manpower to take on more. I need you guys to set up smaller teams to work on those." David and Jessica nodded in agreement. Ethan noticed Lena approaching from the hallway as they were about to leave the room. Her presence, as always,manded attention, and both David and Jessica seemed to tense slightly at the sight of her. Lena was a member of NovaTech''s Development Team. But, she was more focused on business development. David quickly excused himself, eager to avoid the growing tension. "I''ve got too many meetings with the other teams. I''ll catch up with you guyster." Though David''s departure was reasonable, Ethan and Jessica could tell he wasn''tfortable around Lena. It wasn''t just her role¡ªsomething about her presence made even the most confident people uneasy. Sensing the shift in the room, Ethan decided to lighten the mood. "You know, Lena, with your background and capabilities, you should be one of the C-Executives around here." His attempt at humor didn''tnd as he hoped. Lena remained stoic, and Jessica exchanged an uncertain nce with her. For Jessica, Lena''s presence brought back memories of the unsettling conversation they''d had the previous week¡ªabout the Great Families, the Ascendants, and the hidden dangers lurking beneath the surface of their world.N?v(el)B\\jnn Lena, for her part, remained unreadable. There was a flicker of curiosity in her eyes as she studied Ethan closely. Lena was trying to gauge his mindset. Was he brushing off her warnings, or was he actually coping with everything she had told him? "I''m surprised you''re still making jokes," Lena remarked, her voice cool and controlled. "Especially after everything I told youst week." Ethan''s smile faded slightly, reced by a more serious tone. "I took what you said seriously, Lena. Believe me. But I can''t afford to let it stop me from moving forward. There''s too much at stake¡ªNovaTech, my team, and the people who rely on me. I have to keep pushing ahead." Lena narrowed her eyes as if trying to peer deeper into Ethan''s thoughts. "You''re either handling this better than I expected," she said softly, "or you''re very good at hiding your worry." Ethan shrugged lightly. "Maybe a bit of both. But either way, I can''t let fear dictate what I do. We''ve got apany to run, and my focus is on making it seed." Lena nodded, though her gaze remained sharp. "That''s true. But don''t forget what I told you¡ªthe Great Families won''t stand by if they see NovaTech growing too quickly. You need to be prepared for when they decide to act." Ethan met her gaze without hesitation. He knew she was right, but fear wasn''t an option. "I''m preparing," he said calmly. "But I won''t let them intimidate me into slowing down." A slight smirk crossed Lena''s face, a flicker of approval showing momentarily. "Good. Just make sure you''re ready when the timees." With that, Lena turned and began to walk away, her steps measured and deliberate. Once she was gone, Jessica released a breath she hadn''t realized she''d been holding. "About the safety, what should we do?" she asked in a low voice. Ethan nced at her before smiling. "She''ll be helping me." Jessica wondered if Ethan fully grasped the weight of what was happening around him or if he was just keeping a brave face. Either way, she knew things would only get moreplicated from here. Chapter 48 Mistakes Lena''s expression softened slightly, but she held back her distance. She could have offered her support, but deep down, she wasn''t ready for that step. Not yet. Despite everything, Lena believed Ethan needed to face the challenges alone, at least for now. She wanted to see how he would handle the full weight of the Great Families'' wrath. This was a test¡ªa chance to prove his strength, resilience, and resourcefulness. If she had stepped in to shield him now, she would never have known that Ethan had what it took to survive in her world. Her position within the Volkov family gave her immense power¡ªenough to make the Great Families back off with just one word. She could easily protect NovaTech, keeping Ethan safe and ending the threats aimed at him. But that wasn''t her goal. Not yet. Lena had bigger ns. She needed to assess Ethan''s potential to see if he could stand beside her. If he couldn''t handle the Great Families of Novan City, how could he hope to stand against the Volkovs? How could he survive in the dangerous, shadowy world she inhabited? This was more than a simple test of strength. It was about whether Ethan could thrive in a constantly challenged world. Lena wasn''t just looking for an ally; she was looking for someone who could stand independently and had the potential to match her ambitions. Ethan would only be worth considering if he could navigate the trapsid by the Great Families, face their underhanded tactics, and emerge stronger. Lena needed to know if he had the intelligence, cunning, and resilience to be more than just another pawn in the game. She wanted a partner, not a liability. She would now observe from the shadows, offering just enough guidance to keep him on the right path. But ultimately, Ethan had to prove himself. If he survived and rose to meet the challenges ahead, only then would Lena consider a true alliance with him. Ethan had no idea how closely he was being watched or the full extent of Lena''s expectations. As Ethan strategized on how to deal with the Great Families, he wasn''t just fighting for NovaTech''s survival¡ªhe was also proving himself in a muchrger game than he could have imagined. The challenges ahead would push him to his limits. Whether he seeded or failed would shape his future and determine the powerful allies he would attract¡ªor the enemies who would see him as a threat. Lena observed quietly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Ethan was strong, but the real test was just beginning. If he survived this crucible, perhaps¡ªjust perhaps¡ªhe might be worthy of standing by her side when the time came. But if he failed¡­ well, there were always others. *** Ethan sat at his desk, gazing at the towering buildings surrounding Novatech''s office. The view was impressive, but his thoughts were far from admiration. He was reying the past few weeks'' events¡ªhis mistakes, misjudgments, and recklessness that had led him to this point. He felt embarrassed as he sifted through the names and positions of his staff on the tablet in front of him. ''How did I get here?'' he wondered. Ethan felt he had made too many decisions without thinking them through, starting with thepany itself. He had been ambitious and eager to prove himself, but he waspletely unprepared for running a business. His mind shed back to when he had been looked down upon when he tried to make that big first impression at the property agency. He cringed at the memory of how he''d flexed his Premier status, proudly showing his ount number to silence his critics. At the time, it had felt like the right move, a way to prove that he belonged in those elite circles. But now, thinking about it, he realized how ridiculous and immature he had been. ''I thought having money meant I''d made it,'' he reflected bitterly. ''But I was acting like a fool.'' His behavior had been driven by ego¡ªthe need to show people he wasn''t just some nobody. But wealth didn''t mean he knew what he was doing. Ethan had made novice mistakes, overreaching by hiring more staff than the system had suggested, going overboard with the grandeur of NovaTech''s office, and letting David handle too much of the business. ''How could I have nned to build apany without understanding how it works?'' Ethan asked himself. He was ashamed of how he had approached everything. Ethan didn''t know which positions to hire first, and it was clear now that some roles weren''t necessary yet. And while David had been an excellent help, Ethan realized he had leaned on him too much. This was supposed to be hispany, but he had let someone else run it. Now, he was left to clean up his own mess, and the first thing he needed to do was regain control.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om He had to start with his staff. Looking back at his tablet''s names, Ethan realized he couldn''t continue operating blindly. He needed to know more about the people working for him¡ªinside and out. More than that, he needed trusted people in each department who could act as his eyes and ears, who wouldn''t betray him or have hidden connections to the Great Families. ''No more mistakes,'' he thought, feeling the weight of his previous decisions. ''I need clean, loyal people. And this time, I can''t get it wrong.'' He needed to choose those few carefully, knowing that if even one of them waspromised, it could spell disaster for everything he was building. He couldn''t afford any more risks or misced trust. These people would ensure NovaTech''s safety, helping him monitor thepany from within while protecting it from external threats. As he considered what must be done, his thoughts drifted toward his family. The Great Families were powerful and ruthless; if they saw him as a threat, it wouldn''t be long before they targeted those closest to him. ''I have to make sure they''re safe,'' he thought, his resolve hardening. Then, there was NovaTech itself. He had made thepany stand out too quickly, drawing the wrong people''s attention. Now, he needed to ensure its security. The Great Families would use any method they could¡ªsabotage, ckmail, or even worse. NovaTech had to be fortified against all of it. Ethan leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the city outside. His ambition had gotten him this far but also led him into danger. Now, it was time to be smarter. He wouldn''t allow himself to be caught off guard again. ''I need to learn more about the Great Families,'' he thought. Lena had given him some insight, but it wasn''t enough. To survive in this world, he had to understand his enemies¡ªtheir strengths, weaknesses, and how they operated. Only then could he prepare himself and NovaTech for what wasing. As he stared out at the city, Ethan''s resolve solidified. He had made mistakes, but those mistakes wouldn''t define him. He had been naive, but now he knew what must be done. The first few steps were to protect his family, secure hispany, and ensure he had people he could trust. From there, he would learn everything he could about the Great Families and how to outmaneuver them. No more ego. No more recklessness. From now on, every move would be calcted, every decision thought through. ''This time,'' Ethan thought, ''I''ll do it right.'' Deep in thought, Ethan leaned back in his chair when a soft knock interrupted his concentration. "Come in," he called out, his eyes still fixed on the tablet before him. The door opened, and Lena stepped into the office. She was dressed in a perfectly tailored ck suit with sharp lines that gave her an air of quiet authority. Her silk blouse shimmered faintly in the light, tucked neatly into high-waisted trousers that were both elegant and professional. A minimalist silver brooch on herpel added a subtle but unmistakable touch of luxury. Everything about her attire screamed sophistication and power¡ªthe look of someone who belonged to the upper echelons of society. But Ethan barely noticed. He was preupied with too many concerns to fully take in her presence. The challenges ahead weighed heavily on him, leaving little room for distractions. Without looking up, Ethan gestured toward the chair across from him. "Lena, is there something you need, or do you have something to tell me?" Lena paused for a moment, observing him. She had originally intended to offer nothing more than a brief update, intending to let Ethan handle his problems on his own. But as Lena watched him, something shifted in her thinking. She realized that Ethan needed more than just time and distance¡ªhe needed help. She even got help from the Elders of her family. When she finally spoke, her voice was calm, but her words were unexpected. "Actually, there''s something important I think you should consider," Lena said, her tone steady but serious. "I know you''re focused on building NovaTech, but before anything else, you need to secure what matters most¡ªyour family." That got Ethan''s attention. His focus snapped to Lena, his previous concerns momentarily set aside. "I know you have parents," Lena continued, "and a younger brother and sister." Ethan''s expression tightened. He had been thinking about them, but hearing it from Lena brought a new urgency. If the Great Families decided to target him, his family would be their first weakness to exploit. "I can connect you to people who can help," Lena said, her voice unwavering. "Mercenaries¡ªprofessionals who can stand up to Ascendants. They''re people who can protect your family when you can''t be there yourself." Ethan stared at her, processing what she was offering. He had nned to protect his family, but mercenaries trained to handle Ascendants? That was a step he hadn''t fully considered. "You trust these people?" Ethan asked, his tone cautious but firm. Lena nodded. "They''re discreet, experienced, and know how to deal with the threats you''re facing. You can''t do this alone, Ethan¡ªnot when your family''s involved." Ethan leaned back, the weight of her words sinking in. He had been so focused on NovaTech and his own journey that he hadn''t fully grasped his family''s vulnerability. If the Great Families wanted to hurt him, his loved ones would be the easiest targets. After a long pause, he looked up at Lena, his decision clear. "Alright," he said slowly, "tell me more about them." Chapter 49 Power at a Price Lena crossed her legs elegantly as she leaned back in her chair, her expression as calm and controlled as ever. "The mercenaries I''m referring to are not just any ordinary soldiers, Ethan," she began. "They''re Ascendants too. But unlike the Great Families, who have been pampered by wealth and influence, these mercenaries were forged in warzones, brutal missions, and the wilderness. They''ve faced challenges that most Ascendants from the families never have to deal with." Ethan listened intently, absorbing every word. The idea of hiring mercenaries who were Ascendants was intriguing, but he knew he needed to be cautious. Trusting the wrong people could destroy everything he had built so far. He needed to be sure about Lena''s intentions as well. Without hesitation, Ethan looked Lena in the eyes, his voice direct. "Why are you helping me, Lena? What''s your angle in all of this?" Lena''s lips curved into a faint, knowing smile, but no humor was behind it. She met his gaze calmly, clearly expecting the question. "I expected you''d ask that." For a moment, she seemed to consider how much to reveal. Then, she decided to give Ethan part of the truth¡ªjust enough to satisfy his curiosity but not enough to reveal her deeper motivations. "Let''s just say it would be a pity for someone as promising as you to crumble this early. I don''t like watching potential go to waste." Ethan studied her carefully, searching for any signs of deceit in her expression, but Lena remained unreadable. There was something about her answer that left more unsaid than spoken. He could feel it. Lena continued before he could press further. "I know you don''t have any backers. You have no powerful family or wealthy lineage supporting you. You''re an outsider in this world of Ascendants and the Great Families. So, I''m curious¡­ how is it that someone like you, out of nowhere, could suddenly rise to this position? To be blunt, it doesn''t make sense." Ethan''s body tensed. He remained silent, his expression neutral, giving nothing away. He wasn''t about to divulge the system''s existence to Lena or anyone else. That secret was his alone. Lena seemed to sense his reluctance. "Don''t worry," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "I''m not going to pry too much into that. Whatever it is, I''m not here to expose you. In fact, I think that''s part of what makes you interesting." Ethan raised an eyebrow but still said nothing. His instincts told him there was more to Lena''s involvement than idle curiosity. Lena leaned forward slightly, her tone lowering. "But I''ll be honest with you, Ethan. I''m not doing this out of the goodness of my heart. If you survive what''sing¡ªand that''s still a big ''if''¡ªI will ask for something in return." Ethan''s eyes narrowed. "What do you want?"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om Lena straightened up, brushing invisible dust from her suit. "Now''s not the time for that discussion. Let''s just say we''ll talk if you make it through this. And don''t worry about what I''ll ask¡ªit won''t be anything you can''t handle. Consider this an investment. When the timees, I''ll collect." Her words hung in the air, and momentarily, the room was filled with a tense silence. "You should know, Ethan," Lena added with a sly smile, "nothing in this worldes for free. It does not even help. You''ll understand that soon enough." Despite Lena''smanding aura, Ethan''s reaction was unexpected. Instead of hesitating or showing signs of worry, he smiled broadly and confidently. "If that''s how you want to do business," Ethan said, leaning back in his chair, "then I can live with that. As long as I know the terms, I''m at ease." His response caught Lena off guard, but she found herself admiring it. Most people would have been intimidated by her subtle warnings, by the stakes she hadid out. But Ethan wasn''t like most people. His directness, his refusal to be unsettled, was exactly why she had taken an interest in him. He had potential and, more importantly, the right mindset. Lena allowed a small smile to form on her lips. "I like that you''re straightforward, Ethan. It makes things easier." Ethan leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "So, how exactly do I connect with these mercenaries? I assume they''re not the people you find in a phone book." Lena nodded approvingly. "No, they''re not. But I can arrange a meeting. There''s a ce, a neutral ground of sorts, where these mercenaries gather. I''ve dealt with them before, so they''ll trust me enough to take you seriously. I''ll take you there to meet a particr group¡ªone that I know can handle the kind of protection you need." She paused, gauging Ethan''s reaction, before continuing. "As long as you can give them what they want¡ªmainly money¡ªthey''ll do anything for you. These mercenaries aren''t loyal to causes or ideologies. They''re loyal to the highest bidder." Ethan''s curiosity deepened. "But how is that possible? I mean, these people are Ascendants, right? With that kind of power, you''d think they wouldn''t need to work for anyone. They could get money and influence on their own." Lena chuckled softly as if Ethan had asked an innocent question about the nature of the world. "It''s not that simple," she said. "You see, these mercenaries don''t have the backing of powerful families. They weren''t born into wealth or influence. They earned their power the hard way¡ªthrough battles, wars, and missions, most people wouldn''t survive. But the problem is, theyck unity." Ethan tilted his head, intrigued. "Lack unity?" Lena nodded, leaning slightly forward as she exined. "Yes. They''re powerful, no doubt about that. But they don''t have the same structure or resources as the Great Families. The Ascendants within those families are bound by bloodlines, wealth, and deep-rooted influence. On the other hand, mercenaries only band together when there''s a mission or contract. Beyond that, they go their separate ways." She continued, her tone pragmatic. "Without the unity that the Great Families have, these mercenaries have no reason to go up against them directly. It''s a losing battle. The Great Families control entire cities, economies, and more. No amount of raw power can take that away if you don''t have the political or social leverage to back it up." Ethan nodded slowly, piecing it all together. "So, they work for money because it''s the only way they can maintain their freedom, keep themselves out of the influence of the Great Families." "Exactly," Lena said, clearly pleased with Ethan''s understanding. "They might be powerful, but they''re still outliers. They don''t want to be tied down or controlled, so they stay outside the system. And money is the easiest way to stay free in a world like ours." Ethan leaned back, processing everything. Hiring powerful mercenaries was starting to make more sense, and he appreciated Lena''s insight into their world. "So, when do we go?" Ethan asked, his mind already racing ahead. Lena smiled. "Now. I have made the arrangements. But remember, this is a business deal. These people are professionals, not your allies. They''ll do their job, but they won''t stick around unless there''s something in it for them." Ethan nodded, understanding the weight of her words. "I get it. I''ll ensure they''re wellpensated as long as they can protect what matters to me." "Good," Lena said, her voice firm. "Then let''s get you ready for the next step." Chapter 50 Beneath the Surface Ethan and Lena pulled to a massive warehouse on the city''s outskirts. The clock on the dashboard read 3:00 PM, and the area around them felt eerily quiet. It was a stark contrast to the buzzing metropolis just miles away. Ethan could sense the tension in the air as they exited the car. As they stepped out, Lena nced at him with a yful smirk. "You''re rich, Ethan. Why on earth aren''t you driving your own car? Or are you too humble for that?" Ethan chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "I''ve been a little too busytely. Buying a car slipped my mind, but I''ll get one soon enough." Lena raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by his response. "Busy, huh? Well, make sure you pick something fitting. It wouldn''t do to have the CEO of NovaTech walking everywhere." Ethan smiled, but his focus quickly shifted to therge warehouse ahead. It was massive¡ªits steel exterior weathered from years of exposure yet still standing tall and strong. The surrounding area was mostly deserted, with no visible signs of activity, but something about it made Ethan uneasy. He couldn''t shake the feeling of being watched, as if the air carried an underlying menace. Looking closer, he noticed subtle movements in the shadows near the warehouse. The auras he sensed weren''t ordinary¡ªit was as though the very atmosphere was charged with hidden power. The danger was lurking behind every corner. "Feel that?" Lena asked, her voice dropping in volume as her gaze fixed on the warehouse. Ethan nodded, his eyes narrowing. "Yeah, I can feel it. There''s something off about this ce. Like it''s alive with¡­ I don''t know, tension?" "That''s because it is," Lena replied, her tone more serious now. "The auras you''re sensing belong to the mercenaries. They gather here to train and wait for missions. This ce isn''t your typical meeting spot. It''s where some of the most dangerous individuals in the worlde to stay sharp and make deals." Ethan nced at Lena, processing her words. This wasn''t just some back-alley deal¡ªthey were about to step into a world filled with people who thrived on violence, who were hardened by battle, and who would do anything for the right price. "The warehouse owner," Lena continued, "is someone you''ll want to keep on your good side. He''s well-known among the mercenaries as the go-to person for handling clients and posting missions. If a mercenary is interested, they''ll meet with the client or have the owner act as a middleman." Ethan nodded, understanding the implications. "So, if I want protection, I''ll need to go through this guy?" "Exactly," Lena said. "But don''t worry. I''ve worked with him before. He''s reliable¡ªas long as you''re willing to pay." They approached the heavy, rusted doors of the warehouse. Ethan could hear faint soundsing from within¡ªgrunts of exertion, shing metal, and the asional muffled voice. It was clear that this wasn''t just a meeting spot. This was where dangerous individuals honed their skills, constantly preparing for whatever mission awaited them. Lena stopped before the door, cing a hand on it before turning to Ethan. "Once we''re inside, stay close to me. These people don''t trust outsiders easily, and you''ll need to show strength, even if it''s just through confidence." Ethan gave her a firm nod. "Got it. I''m ready." Lena pushed the door open, and the world inside the warehouse unfolded before them. As they stepped through, Ethan could feel the full weight of the mercenaries'' presence. Eyes turned toward him, sizing him up as if they were measuring his worth. Lena nced at Ethan as they walked further into the warehouse. Her lips curved into a subtle smile. "It looks like you''ve caught their attention," she said softly. Everyone seems interested in you." Ethan maintained hisposure, trying to ignore the piercing gazes from the mercenaries around him. He returned their stares, unflinching, though he could feel the intensity behind their eyes. Ethan knew most of these people were likely at ranks far higher than his own. Ascendants who had survived wars and missions far beyond anything he had experienced. But as they walked, one thought gnawed at the back of his mind¡ªhow could Lena, a woman, walk so easily through this den of hardened killers and not even flinch? It wasn''t just about being fearless. There was something more. Was it her background thatmanded such silent respect? Or perhaps Lena''s rank as an Ascendant was far higher than even the Great Families'' strongest members. Ethan had no clue how high up thedder she stood. Still, there was an unmistakable aura of authority around her. He wondered briefly about the hierarchy of power. If the influential families in Novan City were called the "Great Families," what made the Volkovs and Petrovas? They stood on a different level, much higher than the elites of Novan City. What were families like them called? But Ethan pushed those thoughts aside. There was a time and ce for such questions, but this wasn''t it. His current concern was the meeting ahead and the ominous feeling growing with each step they took. As they passed through the warehouse, Ethan saw men and women engaged in rigorous training. Some were lifting weights far beyond what any normal human could manage. Others practiced with weapons Ethan had never seen before, their movements sharp and deadly. This was no ordinary training ground. Every person in the room exuded power and experience, and the atmosphere was thick with an almost tangible sense of danger. The interior of the warehouse was a surprising contrast to its rugged exterior. State-of-the-art equipment lined the walls¡ªadvanced tech that Ethan could tell was far beyond anything avable to regr humans. It made sense. These people weren''t just ordinary mercenaries; they were Ascendants. Superhumans, in a way, each one a force to be reckoned with. After a few minutes of walking, Lena led him to arge, reinforced door at the far end of the warehouse. As they approached, Ethan felt a terrible aura radiating from behind it. The energy was suffocating, heavy with raw power. Whoever¡ªor whatever¡ªwas inside, it was nothing like the people training outside. Before Ethan could ask Lena anything, a deep,manding voice came from behind the door. "Come in." Ethan''s muscles tensed as Lena reached for the door, pushing it open easily. As the door swung open, Ethan braced himself for whoever¡ªor whatever¡ªmight be inside, expecting someone terrifying based on the aura he had sensed. But to his surprise, a chubby, seemingly harmless old man sat calmly behind arge desk. His round face was framed by neatly styled white hair parted in the middle, and he wore round sses that rested on his nose. The contrast between the overwhelming aura Ethan had felt moments before and the person sitting before him was jarring.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om The old man smiled warmly as he nced up from the stack of papers on his desk. "Lena! It''s been a while, hasn''t it?" His tone was casual, almost cheerful, as if old friends were catching up. Lena stepped forward and bowed her head slightly out of respect. "It has, Mr. Halen. It''s good to see you again." Ethan blinked, barely able to process what he was seeing. He had expected a menacing warlord, not a gentle-looking man who could have been mistaken for a retired professor. The contrast between Lena''s deferential tone and the old man''sid-back demeanor was astonishing. Sensing Ethan''s confusion, Lena turned her head slightly toward him, her voice calm but filled with subtle meaning. "Don''t let appearances fool you, Ethan. Mr. Halen may seem harmless, but beneath that calm exterior is one of the most powerful Ascendants you''ll ever meet. Everyone outside," she gestured toward the door, "answers to him. They''d fall in line without a single word if he releases his aura. No one dares to cross him." Ethan''s eyes widened slightly as he looked back at the old man¡ªMr. Halen¡ªwho was now casually scribbling something on a piece of paper. The aura he had felt earlier made sense now. It wasn''t about physical presence but the quiet, overwhelming power lurking beneath the surface. But Mr. Halen, hearing Lena''s praise, waved a hand dismissively andughed. "Oh, please, Lena! You always make me sound scarier than I am!" He leaned back in his chair, a yful twinkle in his eyes. "I''m just an old man who likes his peace and quiet. Besides, the youngsters outside are much too well-behaved to need any kind of aura-suppression nonsense." Lena smiled softly, though she didn''t refute what she had said. Still trying to reconcile the man before him with the formidable aura he had sensed, Ethan remained silent, feeling more than ever that this world of Ascendants was full of unexpected twists. Chapter 51 A Deal With Power Mr. Halen leaned back in his chair, his eyes twinkling with curiosity and amusement. "So, Lena, what brings you here this time?" he asked, his voice calm and polite. Then, he gestured toward Ethan, his tone as mild as before. "And, if I may ask, who is this young man you''ve brought?" The way Mr. Halen spoke, with such politeness, made Ethan feel oddly ufortable. Despite the old man''s gentle demeanor, Ethan''s Heightened Senses picked up something far more dangerous beneath the surface. It was as though every word Mr. Halen spoke carried a weight, a subtle reminder of the power he wielded just beneath his calm exterior. Ethan felt his pulse quicken, and a bead of sweat formed at his temple. ''How can someone like him feel so deadly?'' he wondered. Despite Mr. Halen''s harmless appearance, the aura radiating from him was suffocating, a constant reminder of the gap in strength between them. Ethan wished he had used some of his remaining Ascension Points before this encounter¡ªjust in case. Before now, Ethan had been holding onto those points, saving them for emergencies like the one he faced against Anton. But now, standing before Mr. Halen, he realized this was far beyond any situation he''d imagined. ''I should have prepared better,'' Ethan gripped his hand tightly. Sensing Ethan''s growing difort, Lena stepped forward and made the introductions with aposed smile. "This is Ethan Cole, the CEO of NovaTech. He''se seeking your assistance, Mr. Halen." To their surprise, Mr. Halen''s eyes lit up with recognition. "Ah, Ethan Cole. NovaTech, of course," he said, nodding thoughtfully. "Your name hase up quite a few times recently." Ethan''s heart raced. ''He knows about me?'' Mr. Halen continued, his expression calm but his words carrying a subtle edge. "I''ve received several offers¡ªgenerous ones, I might add¡ªregarding intel on NovaTech and its¡­ rising star." His gaze lingered on Ethan as if assessing him, reading more than what appeared on the surface. "You''ve drawn quite a bit of attention, young man." Ethan''s stomach twisted in knots, sweat beading on his forehead. ''So it''s true¡­'' The realization hit him hard. If someone as connected as Mr. Halen had received offers for information, then there was no doubt that many others were also interested in him and his family. ''Are they spying on me? My family?'' His thoughts raced as his body tensed, fingers gripping the armrest of his chair until his knuckles turned white. ''What have I gotten myself into?'' Seeing Ethan''s reaction, Mr. Halen''s polite smile shifted slightly. "Are you worried, Ethan?" he asked his voice still calm but with an almost teasing edge. "Or perhaps angered by the fact that people are prying into your life?" Mr. Halen threw his head back andughed, a deep, hearty sound that echoed through the room. "Don''t be so tense, Ethan," he said, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "People are always curious when someone new rises up so quickly. They''re mostly interested in your background and wealth. And, honestly, most of those who asked brushed you off as no real threat." His words were oddly reassuring but didn''t entirely ease Ethan''s nerves. Still, Mr. Halen motioned toward a morefortable seating area at his office''s side, inviting Ethan and Lena to sit. This area was furnished with plush couches surrounding arge, polished table. As they sat down, Mr. Halen leaned back into the cushions, his posture rxed. "Now," he said, turning his attention to Lena, "what brings you both here today?" With her usualposed demeanor, Lena began recounting the events from a few nights ago, detailing the confrontation with Anton Petrova. She kept the retelling brief, only touching on the key points. "Anton challenged Ethan," she said, "in front of the elites of Novan City, but things didn''t go as nned for him. Ethan held his own, and Anton was beaten before everyone." Mr. Halen nodded, clearly able to understand what happened. Lena continued, "The real issue, though, is the aftermath. Anton will surely hold a grudge against Ethan. Twelve Great Families of Novan City may now take an interest in Ethan to curry favor with Anton or remove a new yer from the board."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om Throughout her recounting, Mr. Halen nodded asionally, a faint smile on his lips. He listened attentively but didn''t interrupt, letting Lena fully exin the situation. When she finished, Mr. Halen let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "The Great Families¡­ acting like fools again, as usual." He scoffed, "Anton? Really? That brat is barely a contender within his own family. In terms of respect, he''s somewhere in the middle. They''re wasting their time if they think helping him will gain them any meaningful favor with the Petrovas." His words were blunt, almost dismissive of the power the Great Families believed they wielded, and clearly berating Anton. Ethan was surprised to see how lightly this man in front of him took Anton and the Great Families. He wondered who Mr. Halen was. Suddenly, Mr. Halen''s gaze shifted sharply to Ethan. His eyes, warm and inviting moments before, now held a keen intensity. "But I have to ask, Ethan," he began, his tone casual but his words cutting through the air like a de. "How did you manage to enter the realm of the Ascendants without any family backing? It''s not every day that someone without a lineage makes it this far." Ethan felt the weight of the question but forced himself to stay calm. He couldn''t reveal too much, especially about the system. Keeping hisposure, he met Mr. Halen''s gaze and replied carefully, "I suppose it''s not that extraordinary, is it? After all, the mercenaries here didn''t have family backing either, and they managed to survive and rise through the ranks." Mr. Halen''s smile widened slightly, clearly intrigued by Ethan''s answer. But he didn''t press further¡ªat least, not yet. Mr. Halen turned his attention from Ethan back to Lena, a yful glint in his eyes. "But what I really want to know," he began, his voiceced with amusement, "is why you decided to help this young man and bring him here. What''s the story, Lena? Have you developed a soft spot for him? Or is it more than that?" He leaned forward slightly, teasing, "Maybe you''ve got a crush on him?" For a brief moment, Lena¡ªeverposed and cold¡ªblushed slightly at the teasing remark. It was subtle, just a faint coloring of her cheeks, but Ethan noticed. Before he could react, Mr. Halenughed, filling the room. "Ah, don''t worry, Lena," Mr. Halen said, still chuckling. "I know exactly why you''re doing this. And let me say, I think you''ve made the right choice." Lena quickly regained herposure, her expression returning to its usual calm, but the brief moment of vulnerability lingered in Ethan''s mind. What exactly was Lena''s true motivation for helping him? It wasn''t just out of curiosity or a simple desire to see him seed. There was something more at y, and whatever it was, she wasn''t ready to reveal it. Ethan couldn''t help but wonder what Lena needed his help with, the favor she had hinted at earlier. But now wasn''t the time to ask. He focused on the matter at hand and was grateful for Lena''s help connecting him with Mr. Halen. Clearing his throat, Ethan decided to move the conversation forward. "Mr. Halen," he said, his voice steady, "I want to hire as many Ascendants as possible, especially those at the Ascendant Soldier rank, to protect my family and the people at NovaTech. I need to ensure their safety." Mr. Halen leaned back in his chair, his gaze locking on Ethan. There was a glint of amusement in his eyes, but something more serious lingered beneath. "You don''t really understand how the world works yet, do you?" he said, his tone more contemtive now. Ethan frowned slightly, unsure of what Mr. Halen meant. "You see," Mr. Halen continued, "while there are Ascendant Soldiers among the mercenaries, those willing to take on protection jobs like this aren''t as many as you think. Most of these people are searching for something more that pushes them. They want challenges out in the world. They seek out danger, battle, and opportunities to grow stronger to break through to the next rank." Ethan absorbed Mr. Halen''s words. It made sense. Ascendants, especially those forged in the crucible of battle and harsh environments, would be driven by more than just money. They''d want to test their limits, to face stronger enemies and tougher situations that could help them ascend to the next level of power. "But," Mr. Halen added, pausing for emphasis, "there are exceptions." Ethan''s attention sharpened as Mr. Halen leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing in thought. "If you offer a massive sum of money and provide the necessary environment¡ªthings like advanced training equipment, proper nutrition, and maybe even some rare resources¡ªthen some of these Ascendants might be willing to take on the job. After all, even the most battle-hardened mercenary needs resources to maintain their strength." The words sank in deeply for Ethan. It wasn''t as simple as hiring muscle. These Ascendants needed more than just a paycheck; they needed the tools to continue growing, to keep themselves sharp in a world that demanded strength. He realized that just throwing money at the problem wouldn''t be enough¡ªhe needed to offer something that could truly draw these powerful individuals to his side. Ethan nodded slowly, understanding the gravity of what Mr. Halen was saying. "So," he said, "if I can provide the right environment, they might be willing to work for me?" Mr. Halen smiled, leaning back again. "Exactly. You''ll have to show them that working for you will be worth their time. Give them a reason to stay¡ªsomething more than just the promise of money." Ethan felt the weight of this new challenge, but he was determined. He knew what was at stake. His family, NovaTech, and his future hinged on making the right moves now. "Then I''ll make it happen," Ethan said, his voice filled with resolve. "Whatever it takes." Mr. Halen leaned back, his gaze assessing Ethan carefully. "What the Ascendants need isn''t like what ordinary people require," he said, his voice taking on a more businesslike tone. "We''re talking about specialized equipment, enhanced training gear, and nutrition tailored to their needs. These aren''t things you can find on the open market." He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing, "I can provide the details, of course¡ªeverything from the equipment specs to the nutrition forms. And if you''re interested, you can order directly through me." Ethan raised an eyebrow, sensing the shift in Mr. Halen''s approach. He wasn''t just offering guidance but also taking his chance to do some business. Mr. Halen smiled slightly. "You see, Ethan, to convince these Ascendants to work for you, you''ll need to show them you''re serious. And that means being ready to provide what they need upfront¡ªno dys, no promises. You ce the order, pay for everything, and I''ll broadcast the job offer to them once we''re ready." Ethan listened closely, understanding that Mr. Halen was, above all, a businessman. This wasn''t just about protection¡ªit was about proving that he could meet the expectations of these elite mercenaries. Mr. Halen''s terms were clear; Ethan needed to pay first and ensure everything was in ce before any Ascendant even considered taking on his job. But to Mr. Halen''s and Lena''s surprise, Ethan didn''t hesitate. His voice was steady, his decision unwavering. "I''ll take every stock you have," Ethan said calmly. "And I want the best¡ªonly the best." Chapter 52 The Cost of Protection Mr. Halen and Lena exchanged nces, their usualposure slightly shaken by Ethan''s bold statement. Neither of them had expected such an unwavering response, especially considering the scale of Ethan''s request. Mr. Halen leaned forward, folding his hands on the table as he studied Ethan closely. "You do realize what you''re asking for, right? The cost for everything¡ªnutrition, specialized training equipment, and high-gradebat gear¡ªwill surpass half a billion. You''re talking about an enormous sum." Ethan, without missing a beat, nodded. "I understand. Money isn''t the issue. In fact, if you can provide more, especially in terms of nutrition, I''m willing to take it all. As for the equipment and gears, give me the exact numbers so I can n for the space we''ll need to house them. I''m serious about this, Mr. Halen." Lena and Mr. Halen were taken aback by Ethan''s confidence. Just moments ago, he had seemed tense and unsure, but now there was a shift in his demeanor¡ªan assurance that he wasn''t merely throwing around empty words. He was prepared to see this through, no matter the cost. Mr. Halen tilted his head slightly, still watching Ethan with a curious glint in his eyes. "Most people¡ªno, anyone¡ªwould balk at a figure like that. But you''re not hesitating. I assume you''ve thought this through?" Ethan nodded again, leaning forward. "The safety of my family and mypanyes first. I want it all if you have more to offer, especially regarding nutrition. I only request that you give me the exact figures for how much equipment and supplies you need. I need to know so I can prepare the space. The sooner we get this going, the better." Mr. Halen sat back in his chair, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. There was a mixture of admiration and surprise in his gaze. He wasn''t used to dealing with people like Ethan¡ªsomeone willing to invest at such a scale without flinching. Lena, meanwhile, kept her expression neutral. However, Ethan could feel her observing him closely as if trying to decipher this new side of him. Mr. Halen finally broke the silence. "Alright," he said, his voice more serious now. "I''ll need some time to finalize everything. The nutrition part is especially tricky. We''re talking about forms and supplements that aren''t exactly easy to get. But I have my connections. For the equipment and gear, I''ll give you a detailed breakdown of everything you''ll need¡ªincluding the number of units¡ªso you can assess the space. As for the Ascendants willing to take this job¡­" He paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "That''s going to take a little longer. As I said, Ascendant Soldiers are in high demand, and the ones willing to do protection work aren''t as plentiful. But once I put the word out, I''m confident I can find many interested people." Ethan nodded, his focus sharp. "How long do you think it will take to finalize everything? I want to get this moving as quickly as possible." Mr. Halen smiled faintly, clearly impressed by Ethan''s determination. "I''ll need about a week to gather the numbers and resources. For the mercenaries, give me two weeks to broadcast the offer and start bringing them in." Ethan sat back, satisfied with the timeline. "That works for me. Just let me know if you need anything else from me." Mr. Halen nodded. "I''ll send over the details soon. But I must say, Ethan, you''re walking a fine line here. You''ve made quite an impression, and not just with me. The people who take this job will expect you to deliver on every promise you make. Don''t underestimate what you''re getting into." Ethan''s gaze hardened. "I won''t. This is too important for me to get wrong." Lena, who had remained silent during the exchange, nced at Ethan with a faint smile, though her thoughts remained unreadable. There was no doubt in her mind now¡ªEthan was more than just a wealthy CEO with ambition. He was willing to do whatever it took to protect what mattered most. "Then we have a deal," Mr. Halen said, standing up. He extended a hand to Ethan. "I''ll make sure everything is in ce. Once the pieces start moving, there''s no turning back." Ethan stood up as well and shook Mr. Halen''s hand firmly. "I wouldn''t expect anything less."n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om *** As they drove back to Novan City, the car''s gentle hum filled the silence between them. Ethan gazed out the window, lost in his thoughts, the weight of his decisions settling in. Sitting beside Lena, she had been watching him asionally, her curiosity obvious. Eventually, she broke the silence. "Are you sure you can cover all of this?" she asked, her tone calm but edged with concern. "Before we left Mr. Halen''s office, the total already exceeded five billion dors. That''s just for the initial fees and payment for at least two hundred Ascendants. The final price will depend on their ranks and any additional equipment or resources Mr. Halen can provide." Ethan remained silent momentarily, her words stirring memories of his earlier thoughts. When he first saw the cost, he wondered whether his ount could handle such arge sum. His ount had always disyed a bnce of one billion dors¡ªno matter how much he spent. He had assumed this was a cap or limitation imposed by the system. But to his surprise, everything changed when he proceeded with the transaction. The payment went through smoothly, and afterward, he checked his ount. The bnce now showed ten billion dors, which he hadn''t expected. Ethan realized then that the system wasn''t limited by conventional financial constraints. It was as if the system had adjusted, recognizing that he needed much more to fulfill his mission. He didn''t know if there was any limit at all. Unaware of his internal reflections, Lena continued, "I mean, five billion isn''t a small amount. And with more Ascendantsing into y, it could easily increase. You made the payment with no hesitation." Ethan smiled slightly but kept his thoughts to himself. He couldn''t exin to her what was happening with his ount, the hidden truth behind his seemingly limitless resources. He''d decided long ago that some things were better left unspoken. "I''ve nned for this," Ethan finally replied, his voice calm. "I knew it would be expensive, but my family''s and NovaTech''s safety are worth it." Lena nced at him again, a hint of respect in her eyes. "Most people would hesitate at the sheer amount you''re willing to spend. But you''re willing to do whatever it takes." Ethan nodded but didn''t borate. He still felt the surreal nature of it all. His ount bnce, which seemed to expand without bounds, reflected the vast power the system granted him. But he couldn''t get lost in it. The numbers didn''t matter as much as the oue¡ªensuring the safety of those he cared about and protecting the future he was building. Lena turned back to him as the city skyline began to appear in the distance. "Well, regardless of how you manage it, I''m d you take this seriously. Mr. Halen gathered the Ascendants, which will be some of the best but also expensive. Once we get the final count and rank, we''ll know how much more this will cost." Ethan nodded again, the conversation fading into the background as he refocused his thoughts. He had the resources, but the real challenge would be maintaining control over the situation and himself. Money was just one part of the equation; the bigger question was whether he could outmaneuver the Great Families and keep those he cared about safe. As the car sped toward Novan City, Ethan''s resolve solidified. He was ready to face whatever came next, no matter the cost. Chapter 53 BiteWaves Underdogs The morning sun filtered through therge windows of Ethan''s office at NovaTech, casting soft rays across his sleek desk. It was early, and the office was still quiet, starkly contrasting the hum of activity filling the halls within the next few hours. Ethan sat in his chair, scrolling through reports and updates on his tablet. His mind was focused on the projects he had tasked David and Jessica with forming smaller teams to handle. They were now working on several new apps and systems to expand NovaTech''s reach in various sectors. Ethan''s eyesnded on the first report: TaskSwift. The app was designed to be a marketce for frence workers and businesses. It connected users with local professionals for one-time tasks, like hiring a handyman or a tech specialist. It was simple but filled a niche in the market for reliable, vetted local service providers. The report showed promising progress¡ªthe interface was nearly finished, and the team was preparing to begin beta testing with a small group of users within the next few weeks. He swiped to the next project: ParkEasy, a real-time parking space finder for congested areas of Novan City. The app aimed to solve the city''s most frustrating problem¡ªparking. Users could search for avable parking spots, reserve them, and even pay through the app. The system would be integrated with city sensors and parking lot databases. Ethan liked the idea and saw its potential to be a critical utility for drivers. Another project caught his eye: HomeCheff, a meal-prep delivery service that delivers ingredients and recipes for healthy, customizable home-cooked meals. It differed from BiteWave''s food delivery app, targeting people who wanted to cook at home but didn''t have the time or knowledge to n meals. The app offered step-by-step video tutorials, nutrition information, and suggestions for local vendors to source fresh ingredients. Ethan had tasked the smaller teams with developing these systems to create an ecosystem of apps and services that catered to different aspects of everyday life. His strategy was clear: build awork of practical, reliable apps that users would integrate into their daily routines. This, in turn, would elevate NovaTech''s reputation as apany that solved real-world problems with intuitive digital solutions. As he read the reports, Ethan felt satisfied. The development teams were efficient, and the apps were all progressing steadily. The final report was on FixIt, a home-repair app that connected users with certified repair professionals. Much like TaskSwift, it specifically focused on home repairs¡ªplumbing, electrical work, HVAC maintenance, and general handyman services. The app would allow users to book appointments and see each contractor''s certifications and customer reviews. Ethan leaned back in his chair, pleased with thepany''s direction. These projects and BiteWave would establish NovaTech as a versatile, user-focused brand. They weren''t just focused on one service¡ªthey were branching out, solving everyday challenges for millions of people. He made a few notes on his tablet, thinking about integrating marketing strategies for these apps and ensuring their sess. As the team leaders prepared for their next round of meetings, Ethan knew today would be filled with more discussions on refining each product and aligning theirunches. Suddenly, there was a soft knock at his office door. "Come in," Ethan called his eyes still on the screen. The door opened, and Jessica stepped in, holding a fresh stack of documents. "Morning, Ethan," she said, her voice bright as she crossed the room. "I''ve got thetest updates from David and the marketing team. We''re getting a lot of buzz about BiteWave from early leaks to the press." Ethan smiled, his attention shifting from the reports to Jessica. "That''s good to hear. Sit down and walk me through it." Jessica sat across Ethan, spreading the documents she had brought to his desk. "As I said, the marketing team has started building buzz around BiteWave. Early press leaks have generated interest, especially among local food bloggers and influencers. The idea of a localized food delivery service with curated, quality options resonates well. We''ve also contacted some popr restaurants in the city, getting their input on what they would want from a delivery tform like this."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om Ethan nodded as he scanned through the documents. Everything was moving smoothly, but he knew the next steps would be critical. Just as he was about toment on the report, a soft chime rang in his ear, signaling a new system notification. A familiar blue window appeared in his vision. ===== [New Mission: BiteWave Boosters] Objective: Help and increase the visibility of 20 struggling restaurants. 1. Improve their sales using BiteWave''s tform. 2. Ensure their dishes meet the required standards through testing and feedback. 3. Provide guidance on menu adjustments and help enhance their operations. Reward: 1. 15,000 EXP 2. Business Strategy Skill Unlock 3. BiteWave Expansion Kit ===== Ethan paused for a moment as the weight of the mission sank in. He had initially thought the system would push him to focus on the high-end restaurants Jessica had already started contacting, but this mission had a different twist. He wasn''t just supposed to onboard popr or established eateries¡ªhe had to help struggling restaurants seed through BiteWave. It wasn''t just about bringing in big names but about proving the tform''s value for businesses that needed it most. Ethan closed the notification and returned his focus to Jessica, who was still discussing the early interest in mid to high-tier restaurants. He nodded as she detailed the list of popr spots they were courting, but he was already shifting gears in the back of his mind. His new task wasn''t just about attracting big names. He had to dig deeper. As soon as Jessica paused to breathe, Ethan leaned forward, his gaze sharp. "Jessica, I appreciate the progress with the bigger restaurants, but we must pivot slightly. I want to focus part of our strategy on struggling restaurants¡ªces that might be overlooked but have real potential." Jessica frowned slightly, surprised. "Struggling restaurants? Are you sure? Getting the big names on board is important for credibility." Ethan nodded. "I know. But this app can''t just cater to the top-tier businesses. We must prove that BiteWave can help smaller restaurants thrive, especially those on the verge of closing down. It''ll be a huge win for the tform if we can increase their visibility and drive their sales up. We''ll be seen as the app that helps everyone¡ªnot just the elite." Jessica considered his words for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Alright, I see your point. It''ll also help differentiate us from the bigger yers in the market. I''ll have the team research and find restaurants that fit that profile." Ethan nced back at the system notification briefly. The mission also included improving the quality of food served at these restaurants. He would need to be hands-on, offering direct feedback on their dishes and helping them adjust their menus. The cooking skills he had just unlocked woulde in handy for that, and he''d be able to guide them on what would work best for their clientele. "Also," Ethan added, "I want to personally visit these ces. I''ll need to assess their food under setup and see how BiteWave can help them grow. We need to understand their challenges and position ourselves as the solution." Jessica made a few notes on her tablet and nodded. "Understood. I''ll adjust the team''s focus ordingly. We''ll start identifying those restaurants today." Just then, a notification appeared on Jessica''s phone. She nced at it and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, it''s about Theodore Graves." Ethan''s attention shifted as Jessica exined, "We''ve just received confirmation. Theodore is avable to meet today. I know you tasked me with handling the Ridge Rovers FC takeover, but since you''re here, you might want to meet him yourself to finalize the deal." Ethan considered it for a moment. Taking over Ridge Rovers FC was a major y for NovaTech''s expansion into sports and entertainment. While Jessica had been doing a ster job managing the process, it made sense for him to be there for the final signatures. "Let''s do it," Ethan agreed. "I''ll meet with Graves and get everything signed." Jessica nodded, already pulling up the meeting details on her tablet. "I''ll confirm the appointment and have everything ready." As she handled the arrangements, Ethan''s thoughts briefly returned to the mission. Helping struggling restaurants, securing partnerships, and expanding his empire¡ªhe was juggling a lot. Still, he was confident he could rise to the challenge. The future of NovaTech, BiteWave, and his personal goals were all on the line. He felt the system backing him, ready to support him every step of the way. And now, with the addition of struggling restaurants to BiteWave''s portfolio, he knew he was setting the stage for something even bigger. The path ahead was filled with opportunities and challenges, but Ethan was ready to take them head-on. Chapter 54 Sealing the Deal The sun streamed through therge windows of the high-tech conference room in NovaTech, casting sharp angles across the sleek surfaces. With its holographic disys and seamless design, the room exuded modernity and efficiency. Theodore Graves, owner of Ridge Rovers FC, stood at the doorway, momentarily taking in the grandeur of it all. He hade here with a purpose, but even he was slightly taken aback by the space. This wasn''t what he had expected from a meeting with a second-division football club. Theodore''swyer stood beside him, carrying the necessary documents for the takeover. They weren''t here for casual negotiations. Theodore believed this would be a straightforward deal. Ridge Rovers FC wasn''t in high demand, and he assumed Ethan Cole would be eager to close the sale quickly. However, the setting and the aura of the ce all spoke of something far more calcted than Theodore had anticipated. As they entered, Ethan rose from his chair at the head of the table, his expression calm and controlled. "Please, have a seat," he said, his tone measured and devoid of any unnecessary warmth or pretension. Jessica sat beside Ethan, meticulously reviewing the documents she had prepared for the meeting. Opposite them, one of NovaTech''s sharp-eyedwyers, his face a mask of professionalism, quietly set out his own materials. Theodore and hiswyer sat down, the tension in the room thick yet subdued. Theodore''swyer, a middle-aged man with an air of weariness from years in the business, cleared his throat and began speaking. "Mr. Cole, before we proceed with the formalities, I think it''s prudent to be absolutely transparent about Ridge Rovers FC''s current situation." Ethan remained still, his eyes on thewyer, giving nothing away. Thewyer continued. "Ridge Rovers FC is, as you know, a middle-table team in the second division of the National Football League of And. But there''s more to consider beyond its league standing. Financially, the club carries significant debt¡ªaround twenty-five million dors¡ªmost of which stems from failed sponsorship deals and poormercial performance over the past few seasons." He paused, watching Ethan''s expression, but Ethan gave no reaction. "The weekly wage bill is modestpared to top-tier clubs, but it''s still a drain given the team''s current ie. yer contracts are all mid-tier, with no major stars that could attract lucrative deals or endorsements. Many yers are nearing the end of their contracts, and, frankly, some aren''t worth renewing. You''d likely be looking at a full rebuild if you aim for the Premier League." Ethan''s gaze didn''t waver, absorbing the information as thewyer continued. "As for facilities, the training ground is several years behind the standard of top clubs. The equipment is outdated, and we''ve struggled to maintain the level of fitness required topete at a higher level. Additionally, the stadium needs a significant upgrade while fully owned by the club. The pitch is in poor condition, and the infrastructure isn''t equipped to handle the crowds you''d need to generate more revenue." Ethan remained unruffled, his face a study inposure. "The youth academy, which once had promise, has fallen behind its rivals. Most top talents are choosing to sign with bigger clubs. You''ll need to invest heavily to attract and retain young yers who can break into the first team. Without that pipeline, the club''s future looks, frankly, precarious." There was a pause. Thewyer looked up from his papers, expecting a reaction from Ethan, perhaps even a reconsideration of the offer. Most potential buyers would balk at such risks, but Ethan simply nodded once, his eyes sharp with focus. "Thank you," Ethan said calmly. "I''ve taken everything into ount." Theodore leaned forward slightly, perhaps sensing that the usual tactics of highlighting the risks wouldn''t work here. "Ethan, I want you to understand what you''re getting into. Ridge Rovers is a club with history, but it''s not in great shape right now. The debt and the infrastructure are hugemitments. Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Ethan met Theodore''s gaze, unfazed. "I''m fully aware of the risks. And I''m prepared to take them on." Jessica remained silent but impressed, noting how Ethan didn''t waver in the face of what most would consider a daunting challenge. Theodore''swyer seemed to nce at his client, unsure whether they were dealing with an overly confident young CEO or someone who saw value in ces others couldn''t. There was a moment of silence before thewyer cleared his throat again. "Very well. As for the price, Mr. Graves is willing to sell the club for 150 million dors." Ethan gave no reaction to the number, which caused a slight flicker of surprise to cross thewyer''s face. "Considering the club''s standing and the investment required to bring it up to standard, I think this is a fair deal," thewyer added, perhaps hoping to prompt some negotiation.N?v(el)B\\jnn But Ethan simply nodded. "150 million works for me." This caused a noticeable ripple of surprise around the table. Theodore''swyer blinked, caught off guard by the swiftness of the eptance. Jessica exchanged a nce with Ethan but stayed quiet. Even Theodore looked slightly taken aback. Most buyers would have haggled, given the club''s position. Ridge Rovers FC wasn''t a top-tier club in a prime division, and a deal like this would typically involve hours of back-and-forth negotiation. But Ethan''s decision was swift, resolute, and, confident. Theodore exhaled softly, half in disbelief. "Well, that certainly makes things easy," he muttered beforeposing himself and moving forward. "Let''s finalize the paperwork, then." The room remained tense but efficient as the documents were signed and ownership transferred. The transaction was processed smoothly¡ªso smoothly, in fact, that its sheer speed left everyone present slightly speechless. The transaction of 150 million dors waspleted in moments, with Ethan showing no signs of hesitation or doubt. When it was all done, Theodore leaned back in his chair, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "You really are something, Ethan. Most people would''ve walked away or tried to drive the price down." Ethan shrugged slightly. "I know what I''m investing in. The potential outweighs the risks." Theodore studied him for a moment, then spoke more candidly. "Look, Ethan, Ridge Rovers FC has been a huge part of my life. I''ve watched the highs and lows of this club, and though I''ve sold it, I''m not ready to walk awaypletely. Seeing your vision, your determination¡ªit''s refreshing." Read new chapters at empire He hesitated for a brief moment, as though weighing his next words carefully. "I was wondering if you''d consider keeping me involved in some capacity. No sry, no official title. I just want to be part of the journey. I believe in what this club could be, and I think together, we could take Ridge Rovers to new heights." Ethan regarded him thoughtfully, recognizing the sincerity behind Theodore''s offer. Having someone with Theodore''s deep ties to the club could prove invaluable. Ridge Rovers wasn''t just another business deal¡ªit was a living, breathing part of themunity, and Theodore represented that connection. After a moment, Ethan nodded. "I appreciate your offer, Theodore. Your experience and history with the club are valuable. Let''s discuss how you can stay involved." Theodore smiled, clearly relieved. "Thank you. I won''t let you down." With the paperwork signed and Ridge Rovers FC''s future secured under Ethan''s leadership, the room slowly began to rx. But in Ethan''s mind, the real work was only just beginning. He could already feel the system''s missions stirring in the background, ready to push him forward on this new path. The challenges ahead were immense, but Ethan was prepared for them. He wasn''t just buying a football club; he was buying into its legacy, future, and the opportunities thaty in wait. And for Ethan, those opportunities were limitless. Theodore nced back onest time before leaving, a spark of admiration in his eyes. "Ridge Rovers is in good hands," he said quietly. "I''m looking forward to seeing where you take us." As the door closed, Ethan turned back to Jessica, who was already typing notes on her tablet. There was no time to waste. Ridge Rovers was the next step in a muchrger game, and Ethan was ready to make his next move. NovaTech and Ridge Rovers FC''s future had just begun to unfold, and it was already brighter than anyone could have anticipated. Chapter 55 The Real Work Begins After the deal with Ridge Rovers FC had been finalized, Ethan sat in his office, the city skyline stretching out behind him as he mulled over the next steps. Taking over a football club wasn''t just about signing documents¡ªit required structure, leadership, and strategy. He had big ns for Ridge Rovers FC, which needed the right people in ce. First, he needed to set up a proper hierarchy for the club. Ethan would assume the role of Chairman¡ªhe wanted to oversee the bigger picture and ensure that the club''s future aligned with his broader goals for NovaTech. But he knew he couldn''t do it alone. The next step was forming a Board of Directors to guide the club''s operations, strategy, and overall vision. He had a few names in mind already. David and Jessica were obvious choices. They had both been crucial in building NovaTech, and their business acumen would also be invaluable in guiding the football club. Ethan trusted them implicitly, and their experience in managing projects, marketing, and finance would provide the insight he needed. Then there was Charles Weston, the manager of Novan Bank. Charles had been an invaluable ally in handling financial matters for NovaTech, and his expertise in managingrge-scale investments and budgets would trante well to the football world. The club had debts to deal with and needed major infrastructure investments. Having someone like Charles on the board would be essential for managing these financialplexities. But another name made Ethan smile as he thought about it¡ªJordan, his best friend. He had meant to call Jordan for ages to arrange a summer getaway, but now an even better idea crossed his mind. Why not offer Jordan a role at Ridge Rovers FC? Jordan was a football maniac, and it wasn''t just about being a fan. He deeply understood the game, both on and off the pitch. Jordan had been obsessed with football for as long as Ethan could remember. They''d spent countless nights ying Football Manager during school days. Jordan is always tweaking tactics, building squads from scratch, and turning underdog teams into champions. The best part? Jordan wasn''t just ying the game; he studied it. He knew the trends in football management, the types of yers that fit certain systems, and the inner workings of a football club''s structure. While some might scoff at drawing expertise from a game, Ethan knew better. Football Manager wasn''t just a simtion¡ªit was a tool many real-life managers had admitted to using. There are countless stories of actual football managers who have been inspired by the game''s detailed scouting systems, youth development strategies, and tactical experiments. Jordan''s knowledge of yers¡ªespecially young, unknown talents¡ªcould be a huge asset for Ridge Rovers FC. He had an eye for spotting potential and loved experimenting with promising young yers and backroom staff. Ethan could easily cover the cost of getting Jordan the proper coaching, scouting, or management licenses. Besides, it wasn''t just about having a friend on the board but about giving Jordan something meaningful to do. Jordan had always wanted to be involved in football, and now Ethan had the chance to offer him that dream. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Jordan would be a perfect addition to the board, offering insights that few others could provide. He could advise on potential signings, help with scouting, and bring his knowledge of football systems. However, the rest of the management structure still needed to be filled. Ethan already focused on retaining Harris as the club''s Head Coach and Manager. Harris had been with Ridge Rovers for a while, and while the team''s performance had been modest, it was clear that Harris had potential. Ethan didn''t want to disrupt the locker room too much, especially not so soon after the takeover. The Director of Football would need more opinions. This was a crucial role¡ªsomeone who could bridge the gap between the board and the football. He would ask David, Jessica, and Charles for suggestions and seek Jordan''s input. The Director of Football would need to align with Ethan''s vision for the club while understanding the intricate dynamics of yer transfers, contracts, and scouting. Other positions, such as Finance, HR, and Marketing, could be handled by trusted individuals from Novatech''s existingwork. Still, they''d need to be people who can operate within a football club''s unique environment. And then there was the CEO role. This was perhaps the most critical position after the Chairman. The CEO must handle the day-to-day operations, ensuring that Ridge Rovers FC runs smoothly and profitably. Ethan didn''t have to think too long about who would fill that role¡ªTheodore Graves. Theodore had decades of experience in football management, and though he had sold the club, his love for Ridge Rovers was still palpable. He knew the club''s inner workings, the people, and the culture. More importantly, Theodore had expressed a desire to stay involved. Giving him the CEO role would provide continuity and allow Ethan to focus on the bigger picture without worrying about the operational side. Even though Theodore wouldn''t require a sry, as he wanted to see Ridge Rovers seed, Ethan would still pay him well. Ethan could feel the pieces falling into ce. With the right board and management team, Ridge Rovers could be transformed into something far morepetitive than it had been in recent years. The groundwork was beingid, and Ethan was excited about the potential. He had big ns for this club¡ªto survive in the second division and thrive. He sat back in his chair, mentally noting everything that was needed. His mind briefly wandered to Jordan again, picturing his face when he got the call. It felt right to offer his best friend a chance to be part of something this big. Ethan picked up his phone and dialed Jordan''s number. After a few rings, Jordan picked up. "Hey man, what''s up?" Jordan''s voice sounded casual, but his tone had an underlying excitement, as always. "Hey, Jordan. You free today?" Ethan asked, keeping his voice light but carrying a hint of mystery. "Uh, yeah, why? You wanna grab lunch or something?" "Not exactly. I need you toe over to NovaTech," Ethan replied, a small smile on his lips. There was a brief pause on the line. "NovaTech? As in the massive techpany everyone''s talking about?" "Yeah. Juste over and tell the receptionist you''re here to see me. I''ll text you the address," Ethan said. Jordan chuckled nervously. "Uh, okay¡­ what''s this all about?" "You''ll see," Ethan replied cryptically. "Just get here quickly. I''ll clear my schedule for the afternoon." Jordan sounded bewildered but intrigued. "Alright, I''ll be there. This better not be some weird techie prank." Ethanughed. "Trust me, it''s nothing like that." After hanging up, Ethan sent Jordan the address and leaned back in his chair. He was excited to see his friend''s reaction, not just to NovaTech''s transformation but also to the fact that he''d soon be part of something much bigger. Ridge Rovers FC wasn''t just another project; it was the start of something huge, and Jordan was about to be thrown into the heart of it. Less than an hourter, Jordan arrived at NovaTech''s sleek, towering building. As soon as he walked in, he was greeted by the lobby''s grandeur,plete with polished marble floors and an intricate, modern design that left him wide-eyed. He approached the receptionist, his sneakers squeaking on the floor, and told her he was there to meet Ethan Cole. The receptionist smiled politely and called Ethan''s office. Momentster, one of the assistants escorted Jordan up to Ethan''s office, still stunned by everything around him. The elevator ride felt like something out of a sci-fi movie, with smooth panels and quiet music ying in the background. He froze when the elevator doors opened, and Jordan entered Ethan''s office. He took in the high-tech surroundings and the expansive city view from the floor-to-ceiling windows. "Dude... Chairman''s room?" Jordan muttered as he entered. "What the hell happened to you in just a few weeks?" He asked in shock. He could not believe his eyes. Ethan grinned as he stood up from his desk, walking over to greet Jordan with a firm handshake and a friendly pat on the back. "A lot''s changed, that''s for sure." "No kidding," Jordan said, looking around in disbelief. "Last time we talked, you were still troubled with paying bills. Now you''ve got this massive office, and NovaTech is blowing up! What did I miss?" Ethan gestured for Jordan to sit on the sleek leather couch. "It''s a long story in a very short time, but I''ll exin the important parts. Let''s just say things moved a lot faster than I expected." As they settled in, Ethan exined his rise within NovaTech and how he had expanded thepany''s reach with new projects and acquisitions. He detailed the BiteWaveunch, the apps they were developing, and thepany''s incredible growth in such a short amount of time. Jordan listened attentively, nodding, but he still couldn''t believe what he heard. "This is insane, man. You were always the smartest guy I knew, but this¡­ this is next level." Ethan chuckled. "Yeah, it''s been a wild ride. But that''s not why I asked you toe here." Jordan raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Okay, now I''m curious. What''s this all about?" Ethan leaned forward, his eyes glinting with excitement. "I just acquired Ridge Rovers FC." Jordan blinked,pletely taken aback. "Wait, what? Ridge Rovers FC, as in the football club?" Ethan nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. "Yep. I''m the new owner." For a moment, Jordan just stared at him in disbelief. "You¡­ you own a football club now?" Ethan grinned wider. "Yeah, and I want you to be a part of it." Jordanughed, shaking his head. "No way. You''re messing with me, right?" "I''m serious," Ethan replied, pulling out the signed documents from the deal. He slid them across the table toward Jordan. "Take a look." Jordan grabbed the papers, his eyes widening as he scanned through the legal jargon. He saw Ethan''s name listed as the owner of Ridge Rovers FC, and his jaw dropped.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om "This¡­ this is real?" Jordan asked his voice a mixture of awe and disbelief. "Very real," Ethan said, leaning back in his chair. "And I want you to help me run it. You''ve always been a football fanatic and have the knowledge. Why don''t we take that Football Manager''s experience into the real stage? I need someone like you on the board, helping with scouting, advising on signings, and guiding the football side." Jordan was speechless for a few moments. He looked up from the documents, staring at Ethan like he had just told him he''d won the lottery. "Are you serious? You want me to be part of the club?" Ethan nodded. "Absolutely. You know the game better than most, and I trust you. Plus, I can cover the costs of any coaching or management licenses you need. This isn''t just a favor¡ªit''s a real job offer. I want you to be a part of something big." Jordan let out a breath, running a hand through his hair as he tried to process everything. "Man, I don''t even know what to say. This is¡­ this is incredible." Ethan smiled warmly. "Say yes, Jordan. I could use your help, and I think you''ll enjoy this more than you realize. It''s not just a football club¡ªit will be a legacy." Jordan stared at the documents for a moment longer before looking back at Ethan with a grin. "Hell yeah. I''m in." Ethan pped him on the shoulder, feeling a sense of satisfaction as the final piece of his n fell into ce. "Wee to Ridge Rovers FC, Jordan. Let''s make this club something special." Experience exclusive tales on empire The two of them sat back, excitement buzzing as they discussed Ridge Rovers FC''s future, from scouting young talents to building a stronger team. Ethan knew this was just the beginning, but with Jordan on board, he was even more confident they were on the right track. And now, the real work would begin. Chapter 56 Setting the Stage Ethan woke up to the warm glow of the early morning sun filtering through his bedroom window, feeling a sense of calm for the first time in days. It had been a hectic few weeks with the Ridge Rovers FC takeover, the looming threat from the Great Families, and the many moving parts at NovaTech. But somehow, things had been rtively quiettely. Anton Petrova or any of the Great Families had not moved against his family or NovaTech, giving him some breathing room. "I can''t let my guard down. Who knows if there are spies in NovaTech feeding information to them?" mused Ethan. He stretched his arms, took a deep breath, and mentally reviewed his daily tasks. His top priority was still awaiting updates from Mr. Halen about the Ascendants he wanted to hire for protection, the equipment, and the supplements he had purchased. "Maybe I can ask Mr. Halen if there''s any equipment designed to elevate normal humans to the level of the Ascendants. I could use it to train the yers." In the meantime, he had other ns to implement. He had tasked Jessica with finding new properties, though he hadn''t revealed why he needed them. He got ready for the day, and downstairs, a car was waiting to take him to NovaTech. For now, he had hired an agency to manage his transportation. The chauffeurs were on standby for him and his family twenty-four hours. It was a smooth ride to NovaTech. He stepped into his office, sipping a cup of coffee as he skimmed over the list of properties Jessica had already sent him. She had reached out to some of his ex-colleagues in the real estate industry, and they hade through quickly. Ethan needed ten more properties in Crescent Ridge¡ªfiverge houses and five mansions. The five houses were intended as gifts. Ethan decided to give them to the people who would be instrumental in this journey¡ªJessica, David, Charles Weston, Theodore Graves, and Jordan. He wanted to ensure that the people closest to him were well cared for and had a ce in one of the most prestigious areas of Novan City. They had earned it, and it would help keep them close to him as NovaTech grew.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om As for the five mansions, those had a different purpose. Ethan nned to use them as housing for the Ascendants he would soon hire. He had already considered dividing the two hundred Ascendants into five groups, each led by the strongest among them. These leaders would oversee their respective teams, and the mansions would serve as their base of operations¡ªa ce for them to rest and regroup when they weren''t on missions. Continue your journey on empire For training, Ethan realized he needed to secure arge warehouse or facility to create a proper training ground for the Ascendants. A ce where they could hone their skills and be prepared for any threat that came their way. The logistics were still being worked out, but he was already mentally drafting ns to equip the facility with the best gear and technology. Once Mr. Halen has finalized the number of Ascendants and sent the purchased goods, he can proceed with this part of the n. He also had Ridge Rovers FC to think about. The team might not be ying right now since it was the offseason, but there was no time to waste. Ethan was lucky since most yers came to training daily to maintain their fitness and sharpness. The pre-season would start soon enough, and Ethan wanted everything ready before the first whistle blew. Ethan had mentioned to Theodore that he was offering him the CEO position. Without hesitation, Theodore epted the offer. Ethan then instructed Theodore to contact the top contractors and architects to improve the club''s facilities. The pitches needed aplete overhaul, the stadium''s infrastructure needed modernization, and the training grounds had to be redesigned with cutting-edge technology. The timing was perfect¡ªsince it was still early summer, the pre-season hadn''t begun yet. This was the ideal window to make these improvements without disrupting the team''s preparations. With the advanced technology avable today, construction projects moved at an elerated pace. Ethan was confident that the stadium and training grounds would be ready in time. The Board of Directors for Ridge Rovers FC was now officially set. Everyone Ethan had in mind¡ªDavid, Jessica, Charles, and Jordan¡ªhad agreed without hesitation. They all saw the project''s potential and were eager to contribute however they could. Jordan, in particr, had been over the moon about his new role. Ethan could still hear the excitement in his voice from theirst conversation. "Man, this is a dreame true," Jordan had said. "I''ve been waiting for something like this my whole life." Ethan couldn''t help but smile as he remembered the moment. He was d to have his best friend onboard, especially someone as passionate about football as Jordan. His knowledge and the board''s backing gave Ethan confidence that Ridge Rovers FC would soon rise from a mid-table team to a top contender in the National Football League of And. Ethan checked his watch, realizing Jessica would soon arrive at NovaTech. He needed to go over the next steps for the properties, the Ascendants'' amodations, and the continuing development of BiteWave and the other apps. Ethan had no doubt that today would be another busy day, but he was ready. There was too much at stake now, and he had no room for mistakes with everything he was building. As he leaned back in his chair, Ethan''s thoughts briefly turned to the future. He knew that despite the current lull, the Great Families wouldn''t stay quiet forever. He needed to stay vignt and prepared for anythinging his way. But for now, things were falling into ce, and he intended to make the most of this calm before the inevitable storm. The door to Ethan''s office opened quietly, and Jessica stepped in, her arms full of neatly organized reports and files. Ethan looked up from his desk, his mind still running through the ns for Ridge Rovers FC and the training facility for the Ascendants. Jessica''s arrival brought him back to the present. "Morning, Ethan," Jessica greeted, her voice crisp and professional. "I''ve got the updates you requested, including everything about the properties and the other projects we''re working on." Ethan gestured for her to sit as he nced over the reports in her hands. "Morning, Jessica. Let''s hear it." Jessica quickly sat and beganying out the reports on his desk, her eyes scanning the notes before she began the briefing. "First off," she started, "regarding the properties. I''ve already contacted the real estate agents and developers you mentioned. We''ve managed to secure options for the five houses and mansions in Crescent Ridge. They''re all top-tier properties, ready for purchase, and I''ve included the specs and pricing here." Ethan nodded as he nced through the details. "Good. Proceed with the purchases, and I''ll make the necessary payments today. Make sure the transactions arepleted by the end of this week." Jessica noted his instructions and nodded, "Will do." "Next," she continued, "the development of the apps is going smoothly. We''ve made significant progress with TaskSwift and ParkEasy. The beta testing for TaskSwift is starting next week, and ParkEasy will begin testing a littleter in the month. I''ve already gotten feedback from some of the local frencers, and they''re excited about TaskSwift. It''s filling a real gap in the market." "For the other two apps, I''m still waiting for the report from the teams. It seems these two teams needed more monitoring," Jessica added in a worried tone. Ethan smiled and said, "Do that. We can''t let the progress be dyed." Jessica flipped through another report and brought up the next point. "Now, about the restaurants you mentioned before¡ªthe struggling ones you wanted to help. We''ve narrowed it down to twenty different restaurants across Novan City. We worked with the data analytics team and our research department to find ces on the verge of shutting down or facing significant financial challenges." Ethan leaned forward, his interest piqued. This mission from the system was as much a challenge as it was an opportunity. Helping these struggling restaurants thrive could elevate BiteWave''s brand significantly. "Have you visited any of them yet?" Ethan asked. Jessica shook her head. "Not yet. We''ve gathered the initial data but haven''t had the chance to do on-site visits. We thought you''d want to check them out yourself." Ethan stood up from his desk, setting his tablet aside. "You''re right. I need to see how well each restaurant fares before we move forward. I want to assess their food quality and operations and get a feel for the ces." Jessica raised an eyebrow slightly but quickly smiled. "Alright, I''ll set up the schedule. Do you want anyone from the operations or marketing team toe along for the visits?" Ethan considered it momentarily before replying, "No, not yet. This first round of visits will be informal. I just want to see what we''re working with before we bring in arger team. You''lle with me, and we''ll take it from there." "I got it," Jessica replied. I''ll finalize the schedule and make sure everything''s ready. If you''re free, we can start this afternoon." Ethan nodded. "Let''s make it happen. I want us to start turning these ces around as soon as possible. If we can help them seed, it''ll show everyone what BiteWave can really do." Jessica gathered her reports and stood, determined. "I''ll organize everything and meet you in the lobby in an hour," she said. As she left his office, Ethan returned to the mission ahead. The task wasn''t just about throwing money at these restaurants¡ªit was about understanding their challenges and using BiteWave to solve them. He needed to see the state of their operations, taste their food, and figure out how to boost their visibility and sess. It was a hands-on approach, but that''s what was needed. The restaurant industry was cutthroat, and if BiteWave was going to stand out, it had to show it could help the ones struggling the most. Ethan knew this could be the edge they needed to establish their brand. He nced at the system notification again, the rewards still lingering in his mind: 15,000 EXP, Business Strategy Skill Unlock, and the BiteWave Expansion Kit. It was a significant boost, andpleting this mission would put BiteWave ahead of anypetition. The next steps were clear. It was time to assess the situation and make the changes necessary to turn these struggling businesses into sess stories. Ethan took a deep breath, ready to tackle the day ahead. This was just the beginning, but with each step, his vision for BiteWave¡ªand NovaTech¡ªbecame clearer. An hourter, Jessica was waiting for him in the lobby, ready for their first visit. "Ready to turn things around?" she asked with a smile. Ethan smiled back, his determination unwavering. "Let''s get started." Chapter 57 Divine Skills Ethan stepped out of his office and called the chauffeur, already on standby, to drive him and Jessica to their first destination¡ªa seafood restaurant named "Ocean''s Bounty." The ce had once been a local favorite but had seen its customer base dwindle over thest year. Now, Ethan was determined to turn its fortunes around. As they settled into the luxurious car''s backseat, Ethan seemed unusually serious, his gaze fixed intently on his phone screen. Feeling his focused mood, Jessica kept her thoughts to herself and didn''t dare interrupt him. But Ethan wasn''t just browsing his phone; he was exploring something more important. He had opened his Skill Panel, a feature he hadn''t visited. His fingers tapped through the options, and he felt excited. Ethan had upgraded the Cooking skill to Master level, which cost him 17 Ascension Points. The moment he made the upgrade, a torrent of culinary knowledge and techniques had surged into his mind. Every cut, vorbination, and technique had been seared into his consciousness in a split second. Thankfully, now that his attributes had reached the realm of the Ascendants, he no longer experienced the excruciating pain he used to feel when flooded with new information. Ethan scrolled through the Skill Panel and noticed something new¡ªa tab that hadn''t existed. The title above it read "Divine Skills." Intrigued, he tapped on it, and a list of skills unfolded before him. Only three skills were avable, but each had a description that caught his attention. They were clearly not ordinary skills; they were something beyond the norm, something truly exceptional. ===== [Divine Skills] 1. [Culinary Divinity] (30 Ascension Points) Description: This skill grants the user the Tongue of the Divine, an unparalleled sense of taste and intuition in culinary arts. The user can discern the finest nuances in vor, instantly identify ingredients, and even predict how a dish will taste before it''s cooked. Stay updated through empire Unlocking this skill also grants the knowledge to create dishes that could be considered heavenly, making every meal a masterpiece. Requires Cooking Skills at the Master''s level. 2. [Combat Genius] (100 Ascension Points) Description: Enhances the user''sbat capabilities to a superior level among Ascendants. All user''s current attributes are multiplied by five, granting unparalleled speed, strength, endurance, and agility for an Ascendant. This skill provides an intuitive mastery over any weapon andbat style, making the user a formidable opponent on any battlefield. Additionally, it grants a heightened sense of spatial awareness, allowing the user to precisely anticipate movements. Requires Master-level proficiency in at least tenbat-rted skills. 3. [Business Genius] (50 Ascension Points) Description: Bestows a deep, instinctive understanding ofplex market dynamics, business strategy, and negotiation. The user gains enhanced cognitive processing, allowing rapid financial trends, investment opportunities, andpetitor behavior analysis.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om This skill equips users with near-wless negotiation tactics, making efficient and precise business maneuvers and strategic decisions. It is perfect for navigating the intricacies of high-stakes business environments. ===== Ethan''s eyes widened as he read through the descriptions. These skills were on another levelpared to anything he''d seen before. They weren''t just enhancements¡ªthey were transformative. He noticed something interesting; these Divine Skills were directly tied to the challenges he was currently facing. The Culinary Divinity skill would help him with the restaurant mission; Combat Genius aligned with his need for protection and security, while Business Genius perfectly fit his ambitions with NovaTech and Ridge Rovers FC. However, the points required were staggering, and he had limited Ascension Points. After unlocking the Cooking skill to Master level, he only had 36 Ascension Points left, which meant he could only afford one of the Divine Skills right now. He hesitated momentarily, considering his options, before deciding that the most immediate challenge was the struggling restaurants. Helping them would elevate BiteWave''s reputation and secure its mission rewards. "Culinary Divinity"¡ªit was the perfect skill to unlock now. He tapped the screen, confirming his choice, and a warm, almost ethereal sensation immediately washed over him. It felt like his senses had sharpened, especially his sense of taste. His mind filled with even more knowledge about cooking¡ªhe could now visualize the taste of any dish just by reading the ingredients. He could instinctively feel what a dish needed to reach perfection, and his ability to guide struggling restaurants to culinary greatness had just been enhanced tenfold. Ethan also noticed a message in the corner of his Skill Panel. ===== "More Divine Arts will be avable as you progress. Keep exploring." ===== He understood now that these skills were not random; they were tied to his current path, and he had to earn them. Ethan felt a newfound confidence surge as the car rolled toward Ocean''s Bounty. He now had the Tongue of the Divine. This ability would make him the ultimate food critic and culinary guide. No matter what challengesy ahead with these restaurants, he was ready to face them head-on and turn them into sess stories. He closed the Skill Panel, his mind already brimming with ideas on approaching the uing mission. With a calm smile, he pocketed his phone and looked out the window as the city streets rushed by, knowing he was just getting started. The car pulled up in front of Ocean''s Bounty, a seafood restaurant once beloved by locals, now hidden away in a quieter part of Novan City. Despite being miles away from the ocean, the restaurant''s fa?ade was built to evoke coastal charm. Its weathered wooden panels and nautical-themed decor hint at a time when the ce was buzzing with diners. However, the building''s rustic exterior shows signs of wear¡ªa faded sign swinging gently in the breeze, paint chipping along the edges of the window frames, and small cracks running through the once-pristine brickwork. Ethan could feel the air of neglect hanging over the ce, a subtle but persistent reminder that its glory days were long past. It was clear that the restaurant had struggled to maintain the image it once had, and theck of foot traffic in the surrounding area only underscored how far Ocean''s Bounty had fallen from its former status. Chapter 58 The Taste of Hope Read new chapters at empire As they exited the car, Jessica began to tell Ethan about the restaurant''s history, her voice urgent. "Ocean''s Bounty used to be one of the top seafood restaurants in the city," she exined. "But after the founder, Arthur Neal, passed away a few years ago, his son, Mason Neal, took over. Unfortunately, things haven''t been the same since." Ethan listened attentively as they walked to the entrance, taking in the details. "Mason inherited the restaurant and its recipes but never matched his father''s skill," Jessica continued. "Arthur had a way of preparing unique dishes¡ªhis vors were distinctive, and people came from all over to try his creations. After Arthur''s death, Mason''s cooking just didn''t have the same magic. It was like something was missing." Ethan nodded, understanding how a restaurant''s reputation could hinge on the talent of one individual. A single change in the kitchen could make or break everything, especially when the previous chef had built such a loyal following. "As a result," Jessica said, "the regr customers started drifting away. Slowly, the staff had to be cut down to save on costs, and the quality of the dishes suffered even more. They had to downsize to this current location to keep the business running, but they''re barely staying afloat. It''s a shadow of what it once was." Ethan could see what she meant. While the restaurant retained a cozy and inviting feel, there was a sense of struggle beneath the surface¡ªa weight of expectations that Mason Neal seemed unable to meet. Jessica handed Ethan a small dossier on Ocean''s Bounty, listing some of the restaurant''s most popr dishes in its heyday. Ethan skimmed through the list, noting the descriptions of five standout items that had once put Ocean''s Bounty on the map: Seafarer''s Delight: A medley of fresh ms, mussels, and prawns cooked in a rich tomato and herb broth, served with homemade garlic bread. Arthur had been known for bncing delicate seafood vors with just the right acidity and spice. Still, recent reviews mentioned the dishcked the depth it once had. Neptune''s Crown: A signature dish with grilled lobster topped with a citrus and herb-infused butter sauce and a side of lemon-garlic rice. This was a favorite among regrs, who often spoke about how Arthur brought out the lobster''s natural sweetness¡ªsomething Mason hadn''t quite replicated. Ocean''s Harvest Chowder: A thick, creamy chowder brimming with chunks of cod, potatoes, and a variety of shellfish seasoned with a blend of herbs unique to Arthur''s recipe. It was said to be a hearty andforting dish, perfect for colder days, but recent versions have been criticized for being too nd. Golden Tempest Cmari: Lightly battered and fried squid rings seasoned with a secret mix of spices that give them a signature crunch and kick. The dip, a tangy lemon aioli, was a recipe that Arthur guarded closely. However,ints about inconsistency in the batter had bemon since Mason took over. Captain''s Feast tter:¡ªA grand assortment of grilled and fried seafood, from scallops to king prawns, all served with a selection of house-made sauces. This tter was once the pride of Ocean''s Bounty¡ªa celebration of the freshest catches. Lately, however, reviews have pointed out that the presentationcks, and the vors aren''t as bold. Ethan closed the dossier, feeling a sense of determination inside him. He knew this restaurant had potential¡ªit had the history, the recipes, and the nostalgia. What it needed was a guiding hand to bring it back to life. They stepped inside, and Ethan immediately sensed the gap between the restaurant''s current state and what it had once been. The d¨¦cor was tired, the atmosphere a little stale, and only a handful of customers upied the tables. "Mason''s in the kitchen," Jessica said quietly. "He''s doing his best, but I think he''s overwhelmed. He''s a decent cook, but he''s alwayspared to his father, and he just can''t seem to handle the pressure." Ethan nodded. "Let''s see if we can turn this around. I have a few ideas, but first, I must taste the food myself." Jessica''s face brightened slightly. "I''ll let Mason know we''re here." As Jessica moved towards the kitchen, Ethan''s thoughts returned to the skill he had unlocked earlier¡ªCulinary Divinity. If there was ever a ce to put his new skills to the test, it was here at Ocean''s Bounty. He had the Tongue of the Divine now. He would use it to identify the missing elements in Mason''s cooking and guide him back to the restaurant''s roots. Ethan felt a surge of confidence. Ocean''s Bounty would not just survive¡ªit would thrive once more. Mason emerged from the kitchen, his expression tired and worn. Walking beside him was his wife, a petite woman with dark circles under her eyes, yet her face held a determined warmth. Despite the visible exhaustion, there was a quiet strength in her carry-on. She was the only other staff member here who took orders, served tables, handledints, and even did the dishes. Clearly, she was the backbone holding the restaurant together, refusing to let it copse under the weight of its struggles. Ethan observed them closely, noticing the contrast between the two. While Mason''s shoulders sagged under an invisible weight¡ªclearly feeling the strain of living up to his father''s reputation¡ªhis wife''s eyes showed hope. She believed in him, even if the rest of the city no longer did. Mason hesitated, wiping his hands nervously on his stained apron before speaking. "You''re the representative from BiteWave, right?" he asked, his voice uncertain. "Are you here to feature Ocean''s Bounty and our menu on your tform?" Ethan nodded, meeting Mason''s gaze with calm determination. "That''s right. But before Imit, I need to taste your dishes at their best." Mason''s expression soured slightly, and he looked down at the floor. "My best¡­" he muttered. "Everyone expects me to be my father, to cook like him, but no matter what I do, it''s never good enough." His voice had a hint of bitterness, a frustration born of years ofparison. Ethan could see it¡ªthis man had once been passionate about his craft. Still, he had lost his confidence under the weight of expectations he couldn''t escape. It wasn''t just about cooking anymore; it was about living up to the legacy of a father who had be a legend. Ethan took a step forward, his voice firm yet understanding. "Forget about what others expect, Mason. I don''t want you to cook like your father¡ªI want you to cook like you. Show me what you can do when you stop thinking aboutparisons and focus on your skills." Mason''s eyes flickered with doubt. "You don''t understand¡­ I''m drowning in debt. If I could just cook the way my father did, maybe things would be different, but¡ª" Ethan cut him off with a gentle but determined tone. "Don''t worry about the debt. If you give me your absolute best today, I''ll do that for you. We''ll work out a n to pay off your financial burdens, step by step." Mason''s eyes widened, disbelief clear on his face. Standing beside him, his wife looked equally stunned, her handing up to cover her mouth. It was too good to be true, and Mason''s brow furrowed as if waiting for the catch. Ethan sensed the doubt and pressed on, his gaze unwavering. "I don''t make promises I can''t keep. This is my project, and I need it to be a sess. If you put everything you have into your cooking today, I''ll ensure the financial part of your life gets easier." There was a moment of silence as Mason stared at Ethan, searching his face for any sign of insincerity. When he found none, he swallowed hard, his expression softening. Mason nodded, a mixture of determination and vulnerability in his eyes. "Alright," he said quietly. "I''ll do it. I''ll cook my best." Ethan smiled, then turned to Jessica, who had been watching the exchange with a look of quiet admiration. "Jessica, tell the chauffeur to be on standby. If Mason or his wife needs to go to the best markets for fresh ingredients, I want them to have everything they need. Freshness is non-negotiable." Mason shook his head, suddenly regaining a bit of his confidence. "No, we''ll get the ingredients ourselves. We know where to find the best ones. This is something we have to do." His wife nodded in agreement. Despite her exhaustion, there was a spark of determination in her eyes. She had been holding the restaurant together all this time. Ethan''s offer had clearly rekindled a fire that had been fading for years.N?v(el)B\\jnn Ethan respected their choice but added, "Alright, but I want you to know I''m covering the cost and paying for the menu. Just tell me how much. I don''t want you to worry about anything other than making your best food." Mason''s wife gave a small, grateful smile, her eyes bright with hope. "Thank you," she said softly. "This means more to us than you can imagine." Ethan simply nodded, understanding the weight of what was at stake. He watched as Mason and his wife left to gather the ingredients, their steps a little lighter than before. As they walked away, Ethan could feel the anticipation building within him. This was the first test, and he knew that if Mason could rise to the challenge today, Ocean''s Bounty had a real chance of returning to its former glory. He had put his faith in Mason and his wife, and now it was up to them to take the first step toward reiming what had been lost. Ethan''s role was just beginning, and he intended to see this through. Chapter 59 Flavors of Redemption The dishes were finally ready. Mason and his wife emerged from the kitchen, carefully bncing the tes, each representing the restaurant''s legacy. They set them on the table with a mix of nervousness and hope. Ethan could feel the weight of their anticipation, but his focus remained on the food. Jessica and the chauffeur sat beside him as they were surprised to be included in the tasting. Ethan had insisted¡ªthey weren''t just his assistants today; he needed honest, unbiased opinions. The anticipation was thick as Ethan picked up his fork, carefully taking a bite of each dish, starting with the Seafarer''s Delight. His face remained impassive, but his mind was alive with new insights, thanks to the Tongue of the Divine. Jessica and the chauffeur followed his lead, sampling the dishes individually. Ethan paused, turning to Jessica and the chauffeur. "What do you think?" he asked, his expression calm.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om Jessica hesitated before speaking. "It''s... good, but the vors aren''t as bold as I expected. It''s almost there, but something''s missing." The chauffeur nodded. "Yeah, it''s solid, but it feels like it''s holding back. The bnce isn''t quite right." Discover more content at empire Ethan smiled knowingly. He ced his fork down and began offering his observations, his voice measured and precise. "The Seafarer''s Delight has a good base but needs depth. The broth is too sweet¡ªadding a dash of saffron and more lemon zest will give it theplexity it''scking. The herbs should be bolder to bring out the seafood''s natural vors." Mason''s eyes widened as he absorbed the feedback, and his wife didn''t wait for a second longer. She sprinted back to the kitchen, calling for Mason to join her, and the two quickly set about making Ethan''s suggested adjustments. A few minutester, they returned with the updated dish. This time, the aroma alone made Jessica raise an eyebrow. Ethan tasted it again, and his face broke into a satisfied smile. "This," he said, "is how Seafarer''s Delight should taste." Jessica and the chauffeur tried the new version, their expressions changing from curiosity to surprise. "Wow," Jessica breathed. "It''s so much better. It''s like the vors have woken up." The chauffeur nodded. "This is miles ahead of what it was before. It''s fresh, vibrant... perfect." Mason looked stunned, unable to believe the difference. Next was the Neptune''s Crown. Jessica''s initialment was straightforward. "The lobster''s good, but it''s missing brightness. It feels a bit heavy." Ethan nodded, adding his thoughts. "Exactly. The citrus needs to stand out more. A ssh of lime juice and some fresh dill would enhance the natural sweetness of the lobster, and a touch more seasoning for the rice¡ªgarlic and smoked paprika¡ªwill add ayer of depth." Mason''s wife was off to the kitchen again before he even had a chance to respond, and Mason hurried after her. They returned quickly with the revised dish, and the difference was immediate. Jessica''s eyes widened as she tasted the new version. "Oh, this is amazing," she said, her tone filled with admiration. "The citrus is perfect, and the rice has much more vor." Ethan gave a small nod of approval. "This is what it should taste like¡ªfresh, bold, and bnced." Mason''s expression was a mixture of disbelief and excitement. He couldn''t stop ncing at Ethan, who seemed to have a sixth sense for the missing elements in his dishes. They moved on to Ocean''s Harvest Chowder. Jessica was blunt in her assessment. "It''s good, but it''s missing thatfort factor. It feels a bit t." Ethan didn''t hesitate. "The creamy base is solid but needs a stronger herbal kick and a hint of heat. A bit of smoked salt and cayenne will give it the depth and warmth it needs." As before, Mason''s wife ran back to the kitchen, with Mason quickly following. They worked with a new urgency, adjusting the chowder exactly as Ethan suggested. The creamy aroma hinted something new when they returned¡ªan inviting warmth. Jessica and the chauffeur each took a spoonful, their faces lighting up. "This is it," Jessica said, her voice tinged with surprise. "It''s hearty,forting... exactly what a chowder should be." The chauffeur nodded. "It''s like a whole new dish. So much richer." Mason looked at Ethan with newfound respect. "How do you know exactly what it needs?" Ethan''s smile was modest, his eyes reflecting the confidence the Tongue of the Divine had given him. "It''s about understanding the core of the dish. You''re almost there, Mason¡ªyou just need to bring out what''s already inside." Next was the Golden Tempest Cmari. Ethan''s feedback was quick. "The batter isn''t consistent. A stronger spice blend will fix that, and the aioli dip needs more acidity¡ªadd extra lemon juice and a touch of Dijon mustard for a sharper vor." Mason''s wife didn''t hesitate. She darted back to the kitchen with Mason in tow. They returned quickly with the adjusted cmari, and the difference was immediate¡ªthe aroma was sharper, the batter looked more even, and the dip had a vibrant yellow hue. Jessica''s eyebrows shot up as she tasted it. "This is incredible," she said, astonished. The vors are so much more defined. It''s crunchy and spicy, and the dip has that perfect tang." The chauffeur agreed, unable to hide his grin. "This is leagues ahead of the first version. It''s got character now." Ethan turned to Mason, whose face was a mixture of surprise and pride. "See?" Ethan said gently. "You had the skill all along¡ªyou just needed to refine it." Finally, they arrived at the Captain''s Feast tter. Ethan''s critique was pointed. "The seafood needs more char and a bolder marinade. Chili for heat, honey for sweetness, and a longer grill time to bring out the vors. The presentation needs a bit of ir¡ªconsider using some fresh herbs and lemon wedges to make it pop." Mason''s wife dashed back to the kitchen again, Mason following her with a newfound energy. They returned with the revised tter, and the difference was astounding. Jessica''s eyes widened at the presentation alone. "It looks amazing," she said. Then, after a taste, she added, "And it tastes even better. The seafood is vorful, and the sauces make each bite unique." The chauffeur, taking a bite of the perfectly grilled prawns, looked genuinely impressed. "This is restaurant quality¡ªbetter than anything I''ve had in a while." Mason''s expression blended joy and disbelief as he watched everyone enjoy the dishes. He turned to Ethan, awe written across his face. "I... I never thought I could cook like this." Ethan''s voice was calm but encouraging. "You always could. You must trust your instincts and step out of your father''s shadow." Jessica and the chauffeur remained silent, watching the exchange. It was clear that Ethan''s words had struck a chord, and Mason''s wife stood by the kitchen door, listening with tears in her eyes. Mason looked down at the table, his hands clenched tightly around the edge. After a long pause, he nodded, his voice hoarse but determined. "Alright," he said. "I''ll do it. I''ll give it everything I have." Ethan''s lips curved into a confident smile. "Good. Let''s bring Ocean''s Bounty back to life." Mason''s wife, now standing beside him, wiped away a tear. "Thank you," she said softly. "For believing in us." Ethan nodded, feeling the weight of what had just happened. The transformation had been extraordinary¡ªMason had rediscovered his identity as a chef, and Ocean''s Bounty was returning to greatness. Jessica looked at Ethan with newfound admiration. "I don''t know how you did it," she said quietly, "but you''ve brought out the best in them. This is better than what they say Arthur used to make." Ethan''s smile was genuine, and there was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Ocean''s Bounty has a future," he said simply. "And it''s going to be even better than its past." With Mason and his wife beaming with newfound hope, Ethan knew this was just the beginning. There were still neen more struggling restaurants to visit. Still, for now, Ocean''s Bounty had taken its first step toward reiming the culinary throne it had once held. The journey was far from over, but it had started with something simple¡ªa willingness to see potential where others only saw decline. Chapter 60 Dish from the Heaven Anton stormed into the dimly lit chamber where the Seventh Elder of the Petrova Family sat, his face a mask of barely restrained fury. For days, he had been confined¡ªpunished for the embarrassment he brought upon the family by losing to an unknown challenger in a duel he had personally initiated. Now, finally free, he sought answers. The room was cold and shadowed, the walls thick with the weight of old secrets. The Seventh Elder, known simply as "Elder Voran," sat calmly in his high-backed chair, his gaze steady and unflinching as he watched Anton''s approach. Anton''s voice was a thunderp in the stillness, breaking the oppressive silence. "Why did you interfere, Voran?!" he roared, his hands shaking with rage. "I had him¡ªI was about to crush that upstart, Ethan! You cost me my victory, and now my name is in shambles because of you!" Elder Voran said nothing, his expression as inscrutable as a stone mask. He merely watched as Anton raged, his fury building like a storm. The young man''s fists clenched, his knuckles turning white. He had been seething since the confrontation, ming the Elder''s sudden interference for his defeat. "I was grounded because of you!" Anton''s voice shook with anger and humiliation. "The Family¡ªthe entire Petrova name¡ªwas tarnished because I lost to someone no one had ever heard of! I challenged him! I could have beaten him if you hadn''t intervened!" Still, Elder Voran remained silent, allowing Anton''s fury to run its course. His cold, prating gaze seemed to strip Anton down to his very core, but he said nothing, only waiting. Anton''s eyes zed as he stepped closer, his voice lowering to a dangerous hiss. "Why did you do it? Why did you stop me? I could have proven myself¡ªI could have shown everyone I am worthy of leading this family!" For a moment, the tension in the room was suffocating. Then, without warning, Elder Voran''s eyes narrowed. The air around them seemed to shudder, and an unimaginable pressure filled the room. It was as if the very space itself bent to Voran''s will. Anton''s words died in his throat as he gasped for breath, his knees buckling under the crushing weight of the Elder''s unleashed aura. He fell to the floor, his body trembling uncontrobly as he struggled to draw air. Elder Voran''s voice was a low, icy whisper, each word slicing through the oppressive silence. "You are nothing more than a foolish child who has brought shame to our name. Do you think your petty anger concerns me? You are not the first to stain the Petrova name with arrogance, and you will not be thest." Anton''s face turned white as he choked under the pressure, his limbs syed on the cold floor. His entire being was frozen, helpless before the Elder''s unbridled power. Only when Voran''s cold, calcting gaze softened slightly did the suffocating aura begin to fade. Anton coughed violently as he gasped for air, the weight on his chest lifting. Slowly, Elder Voran withdrew his aura, his expression returning to its imprable calm. "If you ever dare to speak to me with such insolence again," he said, his voice as sharp and unforgiving as a de, "I will end your miserable existence without hesitation." Anton''s eyes burned with rage and humiliation, but he managed to find his voice quaking as he forced himself to his feet. "I''ll... I''ll tell my parents," he spat, his words trembling with barely suppressed fury. "They''ll hear about this¡ªabout how you treated me, how you humiliated me!" Elder Voran''s lips curled into a cold, cynical smile. "Oh? Run to your parents then. Do you think their influence frightens me?" he sneered. "Your parents may hold power in the Petrova Family, but they are mere yers in a game far beyond theirprehension. I fear no one in this Family¡ªsave the Head himself. So go, Anton. Cry to your parents if you wish, but know this¡ªmy actions were not without purpose." Anton''s eyes narrowed, confusion flickering behind his anger. "Purpose? What purpose? Why did you stop me from crushing that fool, Ethan?" Elder Voran''s gaze turned thoughtful, almost distant for the first time, as if he saw something far beyond their dark chamber. "You think that boy is a simple nobody, do you?" he asked quietly, his voice carrying a weight that sent a shiver down Anton''s spine. "What do you mean?" Anton asked the rage in his voice muted by the sudden chill in his gut. Elder Voran''s eyes sharpened, his expression suddenly intense. "There is something ancient, far more powerful than you canprehend, lingering inside Ethan''s body. I felt it when you faced him¡ªa presence that should not exist in this era. You might not have survived if I had allowed you to continue." Anton''s breath caught, his anger suddenly eclipsed by confusion and fear. "What... what are you saying?" he stammered, his bravado crumbling. Elder Voran leaned forward, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "I do not know what lies dormant within that boy, but it is not to be trifled with. Whatever it is, it woke you briefly when you faced him, and I will not risk the Family''s future on your reckless pride. That is why I intervened." Anton stood there, stunned into silence, his mind whirling with questions he didn''t dare to ask. The Seventh Elder''s eyes seemed to bore into his soul. For the first time, Anton felt a sliver of doubt¡ªdoubt in his strength, understanding of the world, and doubt that he knew what he was up against. Elder Voran settled back in his chair, his expression cold and detached. "You have much to learn, Anton," he said dismissively. "Now leave before I lose my patience. And remember¡ªif you continue down this path, you will face consequences far greater than your own humiliation." With a final, icy re, Anton turned on his heel and stormed out of the chamber, his mind reeling from everything he had just heard. Behind him, Elder Voran remained seated, his thoughts lingering on the mysterious presence he had sensed within Ethan¡ªthe same presence that hadpelled him to intervene. "I will be watching you closely, boy," he muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he stared into the darkness. "Whatever you are, you may hold the key to the future of the Petrova Family... or its ruin." The chamber fell silent again, the air heavy with secrets only Elder Voran understood. *** As the car cruised down the busy streets of Novan City, Ethan sat in the backseat, a satisfied smile on his lips. Beside him, Jessica let out an exaggerated groan, leaning her head back against the leather seat. "I can''t eat another bite," she said with a chuckle. "Five restaurants in one day? I think I''ve reached my limit¡ªespecially after the La Vista Grill incident. I still can''t believe what you did back there, Ethan." The chauffeur, Mark, nced at them through the rearview mirror, his eyes shining with excitement. "I have to agree with Miss Jessica," he said, his voice enthusiastic. "That dish you made, Mr. Cole¡ªI''ve never tasted anything like it. If I didn''t know better, I''d swear it was one of those legendary dishes straight from the heavens themselves." Ethan chuckled, hiding his amusement behind a casual smile. In truth, Mark wasn''t far off. Thanks to his newly unlocked Culinary Divinity, the dish had been more than just delicious¡ªit was, quite literally, a divine creation. ''You''re not wrong, Mark,'' Ethan thought, his amusement deepening. ''It really was a dish from the heavens.'' Jessica nudged him yfully. "I swear, if you keep showing off like that, you''ll put every chef in the city out of business. What you did at La Vista Grill was something else." Ethan''s eyes sparkled with amusement and pride as he recalled what had happened at the fourth restaurant they had visited that day¡ªLa Vista Grill, a small but well-known establishment with a reputation for its stubborn owner, Chef Roberto. The reason for their downfall was him, too. Roberto had been openly skeptical of Ethan''s feedback; his bushy eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. "You think you know my food better than I do?" he had scoffed. "It''s easy to criticize from the outside, but real cooking requires skill¡ªyears of practice! Why don''t you cook it yourself if you think you can do better?" Ethan saw the challenge in Roberto''s eyes, and instead of backing down, he smiled. It was the perfect opportunity to see how far Culinary Divinity could take him. "Alright," Ethan had said calmly, rolling up his sleeves. "Challenge epted." The kitchen had fallen silent as Ethan stepped in, takingmand with a quiet confidence that left the staff wide-eyed and amazed. For the next hour, he had worked with precision and intuition that stunned everyone in the room¡ªincluding Roberto, who watched with disbelief and grudging admiration. Ethan''s movements were fluid, each step purposeful, as if he''d been cooking in that kitchen his entire life. With his newfound skill, he instinctively understood every ingredient, seasoning, and technique.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om He didn''t just recreate Roberto''s signature dish¡ªhe elevated it, addingyers of vor and depth that had previously been missing. When the dish was finally presented, a hush fell over the room. Jessica, Mark, and the kitchen staff tasted the food, their faces lighting up with awe and wonder. Even Roberto, the grizzled chef who had challenged Ethan, was left speechless as he tasted the dish, his eyes widening with shock. "I... I don''t believe it," Roberto had finally admitted, his voice almost reverent. "This is... perfect. You brought my recipe to life in a way I never imagined. How did you do it?" Ethan smiled and shrugged, offering no real exnation. He couldn''t very well tell them the truth¡ªthat the Culinary Divinity skill allowed him to create dishes that transcended human limitations. "Just a bit of instinct and lowest ego," he had said modestly, leaving Roberto to grapple with a mixture of awe and bewilderment. In the car, Jessica''s eyes were still wide, admiring Ethan. "I mean, you made Roberto, of all people, admit that someone cooked his food better than him! Do you realize how stubborn that man is? He never admits he''s wrong." Mark chuckled, clearly delighted by the memory. "I think you left quite an impression, Mr. Cole. Even the other chefs were praising you after you left. They said it was like watching a master at work." Ethan shrugged, but there was a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. "I just wanted to show them that my feedback wasn''t baseless. Sometimes, telling someone what to do is not enough¡ªyou must show them." Jessica smirked. "Well, I think you more than showed them. You practically left them speechless." Ethan nced out the window as they neared the next restaurant, a small ce called Sea Salt Haven. Famous for its traditional seafood recipes, it had recently struggled to attract customers. He knew that every restaurant they visited was another chance to make a difference, to bring out the best in chefs who had lost their way. He nced back at Jessica and Mark, feeling a surge of confidence. If he could transform La Vista Grill and impress a chef as stubborn as Roberto, he was certain he could do the same with Sea Salt Haven and the remaining restaurants on his list. It was only the beginning, but Ethan knew he was ready for whatever challengesy ahead. Each sess brought him closer to his goal, each dish a step closer to revitalizing the culinary world of Novan City. Ethan''s determination grew as they pulled up in front of Sea Salt Haven. This wasn''t just about BiteWave or the mission anymore¡ªit was about bringing these struggling restaurants back to life, one divine dish at a time. A note from me: If you''ve enjoyed my work and want to show a bit of love, you can share a small token of support through PayPal at: bit.ly/donatenoahcaelum Type it if you can''t copy it. I would be deeply appreciated. Every bit of support lets me keep creating, and I''m grateful to have you here with me on this journey. Chapter 61 A Warm Welcome Home When Ethan returned home, night had fallen, the soft glow of streetlights illuminating the quiet neighborhood. The drive had been peaceful, and he had told Jessica to leave her car at the office for the night. Mark, ever reliable, would pick her up for work in the morning. It was the least he could do after a long and eventful day. As Ethan stepped inside his house, he was greeted by theforting aroma of home-cooked food. The soft hum of conversation and the tter of dishes filled the air, and he saw his family bustling about in the kitchen, preparing dinner. He walked calmly toward them, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Hey, everyone," he greeted his voice a mixture of exhaustion and contentment. "Ethan!" His little sister, Lily, spun around from setting the table, her eyes alight with mischief. She waved a spat at him yfully. "You don''t look like a university student on a semester break," she teased, smirking. "You''re supposed to be lounging andzy, not running off to work daily." Ethan chuckled, a hint of surprise crossing his face as he realized how busy he had be. Lily''s words had struck a chord. He suddenly remembered that he still had sses after the break ended. His thoughts drifted to the dilemma now hanging over him¡ªshould he continue with his studies or withdraw entirely? The idea of a distance learning program also crossed his mind as a potentialpromise. He needed to consider his options carefully, especially now that NovaTech and his other ventures demanded much of his time. Your journey continues at empire "Ethan?" A voice interrupted his thoughts, snapping him back to the present. He blinked, realizing that Jacob, his younger brother, had repeatedly called him. "Sorry, Jacob, I was lost in thought," Ethan said, ruffling Jacob''s hair with a grin. Jacob pulled away, his eyes wide with curiosity. "Is it true, Ethan? Did yourpany really buy Ridge Rovers FC?" Ethan hesitated, caught off guard. He had almost forgotten Jacob was a huge football enthusiast, always keeping up with thetest news in the beautiful game world. It didn''t matter if Ridge Rovers FC was a middle-table team; any acquisition in the world of football was newsworthy. "Yeah," Ethan admitted, his tone casual. "It''s true. NovaTech finalized the acquisition recently." Jacob''s eyes lit up with excitement. "No way! You''re serious? You bought a football club?" His voice was a mix of disbelief and exhration, and he practically bounced on his toes. "Well, technically, mypany did," Ethan rified. Still, the thrill in Jacob''s reaction was infectious, and he couldn''t help butugh. Jacob''s passion for football had always been genuine. Ethan felt pride as he watched his younger brother''s amazement. Jacob was full of questions, his curiosity spilling over. "So what''s going to happen now? Are you going to change the team? Are you bringing in new yers? Oh, man, I can''t believe it. You actually own Ridge Rovers!" Ethan raised a hand, chuckling softly. "Whoa, slow down, Jacob. We''re taking things step by step. There''s a lot to do¡ªnew strategies, improving the facilities, and building a solid team. But don''t worry," he added, reassuring Jacob. "I''m nning to make Ridge Rovers a club worth watching." Jacob''s excitement was palpable, and he nodded eagerly. "I knew you''d do something big, but this... this is awesome. You have to take me to a game, okay?" "Of course," Ethan promised, a warmth spreading through him. He had always known that his family was his anchor, and moments like these reminded him why he was doing all this¡ªto ensure a better future for the people he cared about. Ethan''s parents, Aaron and Elise, watched with a gentle warmth in their eyes as they observed the lively exchange between their children. They had let the siblings'' conversation unfold without interruption, enjoying the energy that had returned to the house now that Ethan was home. Finally, after Jacob''s enthusiasm had settled and he had returned to help set the table, Elise stepped forward, her expression soft and affectionate. "Ethan," she said with a smile, her voice carrying a hint of awe. "You look... different. I don''t know exactly what it is, but you''ve changed." Ethan nced at his mother, surprised by the observation. He knew what she meant¡ªhe felt different, too, but he couldn''t quite say it. Whatever the system had done, it had transformed him in ways that were not just physical but went deeper, reaching into the core of who he was.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om Aaron chuckled, stepping up beside Elise and giving Ethan a yful grin. "Maybe it''s because his future is so bright it''s blinding the rest of us," he said, half-joking. There was a twinkle in his eye, the kind only a proud father could have. Ethanughed though a flicker of unease settled in the back of his mind. He was suddenly aware of how much he had changed¡ªhis appearance had changed the most. Yet his family saw none of it and seemed to ept his transformation without question. He couldn''t help but wonder how the system had managed to hide those changes so well. Had his appearance altered subtly over time, so gradually that no one noticed? Or was there something deeper at y, something tied to the nature of the system itself? A faint chill ran down his spine as he recalled the many times he had felt the system''s influence over his life, guiding him and changing him without exnation. No matter how hard he tried, it was a mystery he couldn''t unravel. The system hade into his life without warning, and he had never questioned where it hade from. Now, he was beginning to realize how little he understood about the force that had dramatically altered his path. ''It''s all connected to the system,'' Ethan thought, feeling a strange blend of curiosity and apprehension. Whatever it was, the system had a way of seamlessly integrating everything into his life, avoiding suspicion even when his capabilities surpassed human limits. He had to trust that it was all part of arger n that he had yet to fullyprehend. "Well," he said, keeping his tone light despite the weight of his thoughts, "I guess I''ve been working harder than usual. Running apany, buying a football club¡ªit''s been a busy time." Eliseughed softly, reaching out to touch his arm, her eyes filled with pride. "And you''re handling it all so well. We always knew you''d do great things, Ethan, but seeing it happen... it''s like you''re finally bing the person you were meant to be." Ethan felt a rush of warmth at his mother''s words, and he hugged her gently. "Thanks, Mom," he said quietly, feeling deeply grateful for the unwavering support his parents had always given him. Aaron pped a hand on Ethan''s shoulder, his smile broad. "I''m just d you''re home, son. No matter what you achieve, you''re still our Ethan." Ethan grinned, feeling the weight of his responsibilities ease slightly in the warmth of his family''s love. For a moment, he allowed himself to simply be there¡ªno thoughts of the system, no worries about the challenges ahead, just thefort of being with the people who knew him best. "Come on, dinner''s ready," Elise said, breaking the moment with a cheerful smile. "Let''s eat before it gets cold." Chapter 62 Setting the Standard Three days had passed, and each one felt like walking a tightrope. Thankfully, there had been no attacks¡ªno sudden moves from Anton or the Great Families. Yet each morning, as Ethan woke, a quiet dread settled in. Mr. Halen''s silence about the Ascendants only made him more restless. He couldn''t shake the sense that something wasing, just out of sight. Ethan stood by his office window, staring at the city without seeing it. Jessica''s voice interrupted his thoughts as she finished her daily report. "Ethan," she said, watching him closely. She had noticed the tension he carried, how distracted he''d been thest few days. "You''re not really here, are you? What''s going on?" Ethan turned from the window, offering a small, tired smile. "Just waiting," he said, his voicecking energy. "Still no word from Mr. Halen. I keep expecting something to happen." Jessica studied him for a moment. "The Ascendants," she said, understanding. "You''re worried about them."n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah. I feel like I''m just waiting for the first hit tond. It''s like a calm before a storm, and I hate it." Jessica stepped closer, her voice steady and calm. "Look, I know it''s hard not knowing what''s next, but we''ve prepared for this. You''ve done everything you can for now." Ethan looked at her, the doubt still visible in his eyes. "I know. It''s just... I keep expecting the worst. I can''t help it." "You don''t have to pretend it''s easy," Jessica said simply. "But don''t let it get in the way. We''re in this together, remember?" Ethan''s gaze softened, the weight of his worry lifting just a little. "You''re right," he said. "Thanks for keeping me in check." "Anytime," Jessica replied with a faint smile. "Now, let''s get back to what we can control." Ethan nodded, the hint of a genuine smile tugging at his lips. Explore more adventures at empire Jessica took a deep breath and decided to shift the topic. "So, what''s the n with those twenty restaurants? I mean, are we just helping them out of goodwill, or is there something more to it?" she asked, curiositycing her tone. Ethan''s expression softened, a small smile forming. "It''s not just charity, Jessica. It''s more about giving before we gain. Those twenty restaurants are going to be the pioneers for BiteWave. They''ll set the standard for what we aim to achieve with the app." Jessica raised an eyebrow. "Pioneers? What do you mean?" Ethan leaned forward, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. "We''re giving them the best deal possible. Each dish they serve will disy a full list of ingredients so users can see if there''s something they don''t like or are allergic to. And get this¡ªthey can even remove ingredients they don''t want." Jessica looked skeptical. "Won''t that backfire? If people have too much freedom to customize, it might ruin the dish''s integrity." Ethan chuckled, clearly expecting her reaction. "I thought about that. So I added a built-in feature¡ªa ''Taste Meter.''" "Taste Meter? Did we discuss this?" Ethan shook his head and said, "Nope. But it is necessary. It shows how the vor profile changes when an ingredient is removed. If users choose to remove something, they''ll get feedback on how it affects the taste before they confirm the order. So, users will know exactly what they''re getting, and they can''t leave a negative review if they''ve been warned." Jessica''s eyes widened as she processed his exnation. "That''s... actually brilliant. It shifts the responsibility back to the customer. If they don''t like the taste, it''s because they adjusted it themselves." "Exactly," Ethan said, pleased to see her understanding. "This way, we maintain the integrity of the dishes while giving users a sense of control. And it''s a level of transparency no other food delivery app offers." Jessica nodded, clearly impressed. "That''s a game-changer. People will feel more connected to the food they order¡ªlike they''re part of the cooking process." Ethan leaned back, a satisfied look on his face. "That''s not all, though. I want you to assign a team to handle the nutritional value assessment for each dish," he said, his tone serious. "We''ve already integrated the feature into the app but need precise and reliable data." Jessica''s brows furrowed in surprise. "Wait, when did you manage to add all of these features? I don''t remember them being presented by the team." Ethan gave a rxed smile, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I haven''t been sleeping welltely, so I made a few adjustments. I spent somete nights tweaking the app, fixing things, and adding features I thought would make it stand out." Jessica shook her head in disbelief. "You just... did it yourself? In the middle of the night?" He chuckled softly. "Yeah, I couldn''t sleep, so I figured I might as well improve. Besides, the development team was already doing great¡ªI just polished a few rough edges." Jessica was stunned. "A few rough edges?" she echoed incredulously. "Ethan, you''ve practically done the job of a few people! I can''t imagine what the team thought when they saw the changes." Ethan smiled yfully. "Most of them were pretty shocked," he admitted. "I think it humbled them a bit. They''ve been doing great work, but I wanted them to see that there''s always room for improvement. I wanted to set the bar higher." Jessica''s eyes softened, impressed by his approach. "You''re giving them a challenge," she said thoughtfully. "Showing them what''s possible." "Exactly," Ethan said, nodding. "Now they know what I expect, and they''re already stepping up their game. But back to the nutritional value feature¡ªit will be a big deal. We''ll be able to cater to people with dietary needs, health-conscious users, and anyone who wants to make informed choices about what they eat." Jessica''s face lit up with understanding. "That''s brilliant," she said, her voice filled with admiration. "People on specific diets, or even just someone watching their calorie intake, can filter out dishes that don''t fit their needs." Ethan''s smile deepened. "That''s the goal. I want BiteWave to be a tform that genuinely helps people by delivering food and giving them a deeper connection to what they eat. We''re not just offering convenience¡ªa better way to enjoy food." Jessica leaned back, clearly impressed. "I think you''re onto something big, Ethan. This is the kind of detail that''s going to set BiteWave apart from thepetition." Ethan leaned forward, a spark of excitement in his eyes. "But BiteWave isn''t just about disying nutritional info or letting people customize dishes. There''s a whole marketing aspect that''ll make us stand out." Jessica looked intrigued. "Marketing tools? What else are you nning to do?" "David and the marketing team are handling that," Ethan exined. "We''re getting food influencers, reviewers, and other culinary professionals to create content for each restaurant featured on the app. They''ll make honest review videos of the dishes, highlighting what makes them special and why they stand out. Plus, we''ll have videos showing the preparation of the dishes¡ªnot the full recipes, but enough to give users a sense of the food''s quality." Jessica''s brows furrowed slightly. "That''s great for exposure, but won''t it drive more people to the actual restaurants instead of ordering through BiteWave? Wouldn''t that hurt the app''s traffic?" Ethan''s smile grew wider, clearly enjoying the conversation. "I thought of that. We discussed it with the teams involved and devised incentives to keep people ordering through the app. We''re offering rewards and loyalty programs¡ªdiscounts, free delivery after a certain number of orders, and exclusive deals for BiteWave users. It''s all about making BiteWave the preferred choice." Jessica''s expression rxed, but she still had one more concern. "But wouldn''t that eat into our profits? If we give away discounts and rewards, won''t it reduce our bottom line?" Ethan shook his head. "We ran the numbers, and even with the incentives, we''re still in a good position. Volume is the key. People will return if they enjoy the service and feel connected to the food. Repeat orders are where the real profit lies. We''re not aiming to gouge anyone¡ªwe''re aiming for loyalty and engagement." Jessica nodded, clearly impressed. "I see your point. But what about those twenty struggling restaurants? We''re investing so much into them, and I''m curious¡ªhow do we ensure a return on that investment?" Ethan leaned back, his gaze confident. "It''s a win-win¡ªthey get exposure, better operations, and a chance to turn things around. Meanwhile, we build our brand and refine our approach with them as the pioneers." He added, "At least these restaurants are okay with our arrangements and don''t make unreasonable demands like many other established ces do." "And what about the other restaurants that want to join the tformter?" Jessica asked. "Any new restaurants that want to board will have to pay an entrance fee," Ethan said. "That''ll cover the cost of creating the video content, the reviews, and everything else we offer. By the time we''re well-established, they''ll see the value of being on BiteWave, and the fees won''t be an issue." Jessica smiled, clearly impressed. "You''ve thought of everything. But there''s still one concern¡ªwhat if those struggling restaurants we''re helping now decide to leave once they gain poprity? If they withdraw after using BiteWave to get back on their feet, we''ll have invested all that time and effort for nothing." Ethan''s smile turned yful, though his words had a serious edge. "If that happens," he said with a chuckle, "I''ll just open my own restaurant, using the same concept and theme they''re famous for¡ªonly with my ''heavenly'' dishes." Jessica shivered, a mix of admiration and genuine concern shing across her face. She knew Ethan wasn''t making an empty threat; his cooking skills were beyond anything she had seen, and if he decided to create his own restaurant, it would likely be a sensation that overshadowed anypetition. "Alright, I get it," she said,ughing nervously. "Let''s hope it doesn''te to that because I don''t think anyone couldpete with you if you ever decided to enter the culinary world." Ethan''s eyes twinkled with amusement. "Let''s hope not," he said lightly. "But it''s always good to have a backup n, just in case." Jessica shook her head with a smile, knowing Ethan''s ambitions were always two steps ahead. "Alright, boss," she said. "Let''s make BiteWave the next big thing." Ethan nodded, the determination clear in his gaze. "We will." Chapter 63 The Spy Within The caf¨¦ was surprisingly quiet, with long shadows stretching across the room. All the other customers wore identical uniforms adorned with the emblem of a Great Family, creating a subtle backdrop for the two figures seated at a secluded corner table. If Jessica or David had been there, they would have recognized one of the men immediately¡ªSteven, a well-respected member of the NovaTech development team. Steven was known for his coding and project management skills and was usually confident and in control. But today, he looked nervous, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his tablet. He was fortunate that NovaTech offered a flexible work arrangement, allowing him to go out whenever pleased. Across from him sat a man who exuded calm authority; Lucien LaRue, one of the five heirs to the LaRue family¡ªone of the Twelve Great Families. Charles would have known him at a nce. The LaRues have a long history of influence in the tech and finance industries, and their power extends far into the shadows. Lucien was impably dressed in a tailored suit, his demeanor rxed and almost indifferent, as if meetings like this were a routine part of his day. His expression was friendly, but his eyes carried a predatory glint¡ªa warning that nothing he did was without purpose. "You look tense, Steven," Lucien said smoothly, breaking the silence. "I thought a man in your position would be morefortable with... this kind of thing." Steven swallowed hard, his eyes darting nervously around the caf¨¦. "This isn''t something I usually do," he admitted, his voice barely steady. "I''m taking a big risk even talking to you."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om Lucien''s smile remained, but it didn''t reach his eyes. "Rx," he said, gesturing for Steven to continue. "If I mean trouble for you, we wouldn''t have this conversation now. Now, let''s see what you have for me." With a shaky breath, Steven pulled out a sleek tablet from his bag. He hesitated momentarily before unlocking it and pushing it across the table to Lucien. "That''s everything," Steven said, his voice low. "The entire framework for BiteWave. User data, performance analytics, backend code, server architecture, and future business projections." Lucien''s interest piqued, his fingers deftly swiping through the files. "Interesting," he said with a nod, though he didn''t look up. "But I need more than just the basics. What about security measures? Any gaps in the system? What''s protecting all this valuable data?" Steven took a deep breath, seemingly reluctant to continue. "I''ve included the securityyout," he said quietly. "I''ve included the firewall configurations, intrusion detection systems, data flow management, and encryption protocols. I even added the encrypted servermunications Ethan implemented for extra security." Lucien''s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Not bad. He is pretty good." Steven nodded. He couldn''t deny being impressed that someone as young as Ethan could create an app and incorporate the features they had worked on for so long to make it perfect. Lucien smiled, "Now, tell me about the core features that make BiteWave stand out." Steven''s anxiety was clear, but he pressed on. "I''ve included the custom algorithms that Ethan built," he exined. "The ones that power the Taste Meter and allow users to customize their dishes withoutpromising quality. There''s also the tech behind the nutritional assessment feature¡ªthe app breaks down ingredients, tracks allergens, and provides personalized food suggestions based on a user''s dietary needs." Lucien''s smile grew more pronounced as he listened. "Now we''re getting somewhere," he said, his tone almost approving. "What about the marketing tools? Do I have everything I need to understand how Ethan ns to make BiteWave a game-changer?" Steven reluctantly nodded. "You''ll find all the data on our influencer and reviewer strategies¡ªhow we n to create buzz around each restaurant." However, Lucien did not seem too impressed with this. Steven then added, "Chill. There are files on our video production techniques¡ªthe professional filming of dish preparations, the influencer interviews, and the visual style we use." "That''s it? Nothing special," ridiculed Lucien. Steven smirked, "Just wait until you see it and study it first. Don''t be too quick to judge." Lucien''s eyes narrowed as he continued to scroll. "And the user engagement strategies? How do you keep people returning to the app instead of visiting the restaurants directly?" "We''ve got a series of loyalty rewards in ce," Steven exined. "The usuals." Lucien leaned back, feeling only half satisfied. "You need to do better than this, Steven," he said, his voice taking on a threatening tone. "You should know what''s best for you...and your family." Steven swallowed hard, tension etched in his eyes. "Don''t you dare do anything to them!" At that moment, Lucien''s bodyguards stood up almost in unison. But Lucien raised his right hand, and everyone immediately stopped and stayed seated. "Give me some more time," he said quietly. "And make sure no one finds out about this. If Ethan ever realizes I''ve been leaking information..." Lucien''s smile turned cold, his gaze piercing. "As long as you keep providing what I need, there''s nothing to worry about. But remember, Steven¡ªmy patience has its limits. Keep up your end, and you''ll be wellpensated. Fail me, and you know what will happen." Steven''s face turned pale as he nodded, his gaze dropping to the table. He knew he was far past the point of no return. Lucien pushed the tablet back across the table and stood up, calm andposed. "We''ll be in touch," he said, slipping the device into his coat. "Keep an eye on things at NovaTech. I want to know about every update, every change, and every opportunity." With that, Lucien left the caf¨¦, his expression unreadable as he vanished into the busy streets outside. Steven remained at the table, the weight of his decision pressing down on him like a stone. *** At NovaTech''s headquarters, Ethan sat in the conference room, facing Jessica and David. The room was brightly lit, and its modern d¨¦cor starkly contrasted the weight of the conversation. David had just finished a report, but Ethan''s calm demeanor suggested he had something important to discuss. He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled as he nced between the two. "We have a problem," Ethan said calmly. "Someone in ourpany is being a mole." Jessica''s eyes widened in shock while David''s brows furrowed in confusion. "How can you be sure?" David asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and curiosity. Ethan''s gaze remained steady. "I''ve been monitoring our system''s security protocols and noticed something odd. There were traces of unauthorized ess¡ªa digital signature embedded deep within the data files." Jessica frowned, leaning forward. "A digital signature? Couldn''t it be a glitch or an idental breach from someone inside?" Ethan shook his head, his expression unwavering. "No. This was intentional. Someone essed files they shouldn''t have and left a trace. What''s more concerning is that the files in question were rted to BiteWave''s core framework." David''s eyes narrowed, rm spreading across his face. "Wait, you mean the custom algorithms and security measures?" "Exactly," Ethan confirmed. "And here''s the thing¡ªeven the most advanced tech leaves a fingerprint when someone makes a copy of the framework. It''s subtle, but there''s always a trail. I found evidence of a digital copy made offsite." Jessica''s face turned pale. "But how is that possible? Wouldn''t our systems detect an offsite copy?" "They should," Ethan replied. "But whoever did this was careful. They bypassed our main monitoring systems using a covert data extraction method. They probably thought no one would notice, but I built redundancy¡ªa hiddenyer within the code that marks any unauthorized duplication." David looked both impressed and worried. "You anticipated this?" "Not exactly," Ethan admitted. "But I''ve always been cautious when ites to proprietary information. If someone attempts to copy sensitive data, my hidden securityyer embeds a unique identifier within the files. It''s practically invisible but allows me to trace where the data has gone." Jessica looked at him, admiration mixed with worry. "And you found a match?" "Yes," Ethan said. "The identifier shows that a copy was made and removed from our internal servers. Someone inside ourpany might be nning to leak BiteWave''s core data." David''s face turned grim. "Do you have any idea who it could be? A developer, an analyst, someone with high-level ess?" "Not yet," Ethan said calmly. "But I''ve narrowed it down. I set up a trap with false data files and monitor who will ess them in theing days. It''ll lead me to the culprit." Jessica''s voice was tense. "And what do we do in the meantime? This could be catastrophic if ourpetitors get hold of everything we''ve worked for." Ethan''s eyes hardened. "We keep moving forward as nned. Don''t change anything in our operations¡ªif the mole senses we''re onto them, they''ll go to ground, and we''ll lose our chance to catch them. Meanwhile, I''m reinforcing our internal security with a newyer of encryption. If anyone tries this again, they won''t get far." David''s jaw tightened. "What about the data they already have? What if they sell it or use it against us?" "They won''t," Ethan said with certainty. "The moment the recipient opened the copied framework, the decoy activated. It triggered a video I prepared." Jessica''s brows furrowed in confusion. "A video?" Ethan chuckled. "Yes. It''s a prank video¡ªa little ''gift'' for ourpetitor. David''s jaw dropped, a mix of disbelief andughter bubbling up. "You did what?" Ethan''s grin widened. "I wanted to make sure they knew exactly how futile their attempt was. Trust me¡ªthey won''t be happy. But it gets better. The decoy files they receive are programmed to auto-delete and corrupt their servers within twenty-four hours if they try to dig deeper or share the data. It''s a little insurance policy to keep them out of our way." Jessica was stunned, a smile breaking across her face. "So, you let them think they got away with it, only to hit them with a prank and then ruin their day?" "Exactly," Ethan said, his tone light. "Steven was easy to catch because he didn''t realize I hadyered security. I also wanted to teach ourpetitor a lesson. Don''t mess with NovaTech." David leaned back in his chair,ughing. "I would have paid to see their faces when they opened that video. You''re a genius, Ethan." Jessica exhaled slowly, clearly impressed. "You really thought of everything, didn''t you?" Ethan smiled, but his eyes remained cold. David and Jessica exchanged a worried nce, both understanding the stakes. "Alright," David said, his voice firm. "We''ll follow your lead. Just tell us what you need." Ethan nodded, his expression resolute. "For now, keep things normal. But be ready¡ªI''ll need your support once we find out who''s involved. We can''t afford any mistakes." Jessica and David agreed, a tense silence settling over the room as the gravity of the situation took hold. They knew this betrayal was only the beginning of arger game being yed in the shadows, and they would have to be ready for whatever came next. Chapter 64 Prelude to Power Lucien LaRue''s office was filled with excitement and anticipation. The tech division of SilverWave Innovations, one of the top techpanies in And, was buzzing with energy. Known for its cutting-edge technology and ambition to dominate the global market, SilverWave had set its sights on something¡ªto humiliate NovaTech and the BiteWave app. Lucien sat at the head of arge, polished conference table, surrounded by his best developers, programmers, and analysts. A stack of documents detailing the stolen data from NovaTechy in front of them. They had been working tirelessly to decode, restore, and analyze the files Steven had provided. Everything seemed to be going ording to n. One of the lead developers, Gregor, was hunched over hisptop, fingers flying across the keyboard as he oversaw the process. The data was pouring in¡ªthe backend code, the architecture, the unique algorithms, everything they needed to create their version of BiteWave. "This is it," Gregor said, his voice brimming with excitement. "We''re getting everything we need. With this data, we can build an app that blows BiteWave out of the water." Lucien smirked, watching as the progress bar inched forward on the massive screen dominating the wall. "Not just blow them out of the water," he said, leaning back in his chair with a self-satisfied grin. "We''ll humiliate them. We''ll show the world what real innovation looks like." The team chuckled, nodding in agreement. They had all been briefed on the n; SilverWave would create a superior version of BiteWave, using Novatech''s technology against them. It was the ultimate power move, a way for SilverWave to establish itself as the industry leader and take a huge slice of the market. "The restoration is almost done," Gregor said, a glint of triumph in his eyes. "Just a few more seconds..." The room fell silent as the final percentage ticked to 100%, and the screen shed with the message: Data restorationplete. An apuse broke out, and a few team members patted each other on the back. They were already imagining the headlines¡ªhow SilverWave had outpaced NovaTech, creating a better, faster, and more intuitive version of BiteWave. But as the files were finally decrypted and opened, something unexpected happened. The screen went ck for a split second, and a loading bar appeared with the title: "Wee to BiteWave¡ªBut Not Quite!" in bright, neon letters. Lucien''s eyes narrowed. "What is this?" he asked, a hint of confusion. The developers exchanged puzzled nces as the loading bar filled. Suddenly, the screen cut to a video of Ethan grinning cheekily at the camera. "Hello, my friends!" Ethan''s voice boomed through the speakers, his tone mockingly cheerful. "I see you''ve taken a little peek at our precious data. I hope you''re enjoying yourselves, but I have a small message for you." The camera zoomed in on Ethan''s face as he held up a sign that read: "Nice Try!" and flipped it over to reveal: "But You''ll Get Nothing." The screen then burst into a loop of ridiculous animations¡ªcartoon pies flying across it, a dancing lobster doing the cha-cha, and sound effects oficalughter echoing through the room. The SilverWave team froze, their smiles dropping as they realized they had been tricked. Lucien''s jaw clenched, and a vein in his forehead twitched as Ethan''s image winked and waved goodbye, the screen filling with exaggerated fireworks and confetti. "Wait, what is this?" Gregor said, furiously clicking around the screen as he tried to bypass the video. But no matter what he did, the video kept looping, each new scene more ridiculous than thest. One segment showed Ethan wearing a chef''s hat, pretending to cook a meal while juggling ming pans with exaggerated sound effects. In another, Ethan held up a poorly drawn diagram of BiteWave''s "secret" algorithms, which was nothing more than random doodles of food items and smiling emojis. "Turn it off!" Lucien barked, his face turning a furious shade of red. "I don''t want to see another second of this nonsense!" Gregor frantically tried to close the window, but every attempt to stop the video made it worse. A loud honking noise red from the speakers, and the screen shed bright red: "Security Breach Detected¡ªSay Goodbye to Your Data and...servers!" Panic erupted as the team scrambled to shut down the system, but it was toote. The prank video was doing more than just annoying them¡ªit triggered a fail-safe that started deleting every single file they had just painstakingly restored and corrupting their servers, too. The data they thought they had stolen was vanishing before their eyes. "No, no!" one of the junior developers cried, hands in his hair as he watched the files disintegrate into nothingness. A triumphant jingle yed over the speakers, and arge cartoon image of Ethan''s face appeared with a wink, holding a sign that read: "Better Luck Next Time!" Lucien''s fury reached a boiling point. He mmed his fist onto the table, echoing across the room. "Shut it down! Now!" Gregor yanked the power cable from hisptop, and the screen finally went dark. The room was silent except for the developers'' heavy breathing as they sat in shock, trying to process what had just happened. Lucien''s cold, furious re swept across the team. "Find out what went wrong," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "I want to know how he did this. I want every trace of his meddling wiped from our system. Do you understand me?" The developers nodded quickly, not daring to make eye contact. Lucien''s calm demeanor had vanished, reced by a barely controlled rage. "Ethan Cole," Lucien muttered, his eyes narrowing. "You''ll pay for this." In the silence that followed, the only sound was the faint hum of the air conditioning, as if mocking their failed attempt to bring NovaTech down. Lucien''s attempt to curry favor with the Petrova family took a sharp downturn the moment he began shing with Ethan. He thought he was ying the game, but it quickly became clear that Ethan was already several steps ahead, toying with him from the start. Frustrated and humiliated, Lucien was determined to have his revenge. He called upon the Ascendants under hismand, vowing to make Ethan pay dearly for making a fool of him. *** Ethan leaned back in his chair, his eyes darting over Mr. Halen''s message. He was meeting with Jessica, but this message made him pause. After days of anxious waiting, the update he had been waiting for finally arrived, the recruitment wasplete. Mr. Halen reported the new additions to their force. Seven Middle Star Soldier Ascendants, capable and reliable, are a solid core of power. There were also twenty-three Higher Star Apprentice Ascendants, talented individuals who had shown great potential. The rest of the recruits were a mix of various Lower to High Stars Apprentice Ascendants. This diverse group would make for a well-rounded unit. Mr. Halen also said the Ascendants would arrive in less than two hours. Ethan''s lips curved into a satisfied smile. This was exactly what he needed to move forward with the next phase of his n. With a team like this, he had a capable force that could be molded, trained, and turned into something formidable. He quickly sent Mr. Halen the coordinates of the new warehouse location. This warehouse would be their training center, a far better facility than the one Mr. Halen currently operated. It was more secure, spacious, and equipped to handle the needs of a growing force. Jessica had already arranged the space, meticulously nning where each piece of equipment would go. Ethan typed a quick message to Mr. Halen. Ethan: [Perfect work, Mr. Halen. I''ve sent you the warehouse location where we''ll set up the training center. It''s already prepped, but I might need more gear if you can ess any additional equipment. Let me know what you can get.] He paused briefly before sending the message, thinking of the Ridge Rovers FC. They, too, would benefit from more advanced training equipment, but he didn''t want to reveal that detail to Mr. Halen. It was better to keep things need-to-know for now. "Jessica, I need you to get Lena," he said without preamble. "Tell her that the Ascendants are arriving in less than two hours. She should know what to do next." Jessica''s eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise at Ethan''s order. However, she recalled that Ethan mentioned Lena as a big help connecting him to Mr. Halen. "Alright. I''ll give her a call," she replied. She took out her phone and dialed Lena''s number. Ethan checked the final list of equipment and supplements delivered to the warehouse. Within moments, Lena''s voice came through the speaker. "Lena, it''s Jessica," she began. "We need you at the warehouse. I''ll send you the location." Lena''s response was immediate, her tone professional and steady. "Understood. When should I be there?"n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om Jessica nced at Ethan, who replied without missing a beat, "They''re arriving in two hours." "Got it," Lena said firmly. "I''ll be there." After hanging up, Jessica shared Lena''s response with Ethan. Ethan nodded and went back to finalizing his arrangements. As Jessica watched him work, she could see he was in his element, moving smoothly from task to task without hesitation. After twenty minutes, Ethan stood up. "We''re heading to the warehouse now," he said as he grabbed his coat. "I want to check on a few things before they arrive." Jessica nodded and followed him out of the office. While walking, she updated, "The mansions are ready, by the way. I''ve assigned the rooms and coordinated the cleaning staff. They''re all set." "Good," Ethan said with a hint of satisfaction. "But we''re starting at the warehouse. I want them to see the training facility first." Jessica looked curious. "Why? The mansions are impressive¡ªwouldn''t that make a good first impression?" Ethan gave a small, confident smile as he stepped into the car. "It''s not about luxury. It''s about showing them the resources and support they''re getting. The training center is more than just equipment¡ªit''s about creating a sense of purpose from day one. I want them to walk in and understand that this isn''t a typical assignment." Jessica nodded, understanding the strategy without needing further exnation. Ethan was focused on something deeper than impressing them with material wealth¡ªhe was creating a sense of belonging and expectation. Chapter 65 Another Morettis Design The warehouse stood imposingly against the skyline, its sleek and futuristic design setting it apart from the industrial buildings surrounding it. Lena was already there, standing with her arms crossed, waiting for Ethan and Jessica to arrive. She had gotten there early, her eyes taking in the striking architecture. "I wonder how much wealth he has," Lena muttered. Even as one of the main heirs of the Volkovs, she couldn''t spend without limit like Ethan did. She looked around, wondering what the inside looked like. The building was a masterpiece, unmistakably the work of Luca Moretti, the renowned architect who had designed the NovaTech headquarters. His signature style was evident in the structure''s bold lines, smooth curves, and innovative use of space. It was no surprise that Jessica had suggested this property¡ªshe knew how much Ethan admired Moretti''s creations. The warehouse''s exterior gleamed in the fading sunlight, a facade of reflective metal panels seamlessly integrated with ck-tinted ss. LED lights ran along the edges of the roof and corners, giving it a subtle glow that would illuminate the building at night. There were no traditional windows; instead, expansive, translucent panels allowed natural light to flood the interior while maintaining an air of privacy. Ethan and Jessica''s car pulled to the front, and Lena waved as they stepped out. They joined her before walking toward the entrance. A pair of sleek, automated ss doors slid open soundlessly, inviting them inside. The moment they entered, they were greeted by the expansive, open interior thatbined aesthetics with functionality. The ceiling was high, almost cathedral-like, with exposed steel beams crisscrossing overhead. Soft LED lighting strips ran along the floor and ceiling, casting a cool, modern glow across the space. The polished concrete floors reflected the light, adding to the futuristic feel. On the left side of the main hall, the training area was still empty, waiting for the arrival of state-of-the-art exercise and martial arts equipment. The floor was marked with sections for different activities, and each space was carefully nned out for various training routines.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om Empty stands were prepared to hold advanced machines, and power outlets were already in ce for future interactive disys showing real-time metrics. Along the walls, sleek touchscreen panels were ready to be activated, designed to adjust the intensity of exercises once the equipment was set up. In the corners, empty brackets awaited the instation of holographic projectors, which would eventually simtebat scenarios and training drills. On the right side, Ethan noticed several ss-walled rooms¡ªconference spaces for strategic meetings, each equipped with smart boards and interactive tables capable of projecting 3D models. Some rooms even had small kitchens designed for team meals and breaks, a thoughtful touch for long training sessions. Ethan has hired chefs to prepare the best meals for the Ascendants. The back wall held a massive digital screen that disyed anything from training schedules to surveince feeds. In the far corner, Ethan saw a sleek, futuristic lounge area with modern couches and tables designed for the Ascendants to rx and regroup after training. "Wow," Jessica said, clearly impressed as she looked around. "I knew Moretti''s designs would appeal to you, but seeing the interior almostpleted is something else." Ethan nodded, taking in the details, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "This was a good choice, Jessica. Moretti''s work never fails to impress." Watching their reactions, Lena stepped forward, her expression neutral but her eyes betraying a hint of curiosity. "It''s definitely not what I expected for a training center," she said, her voice firm. "But I can see why you chose it." Ethan nced at her, noting the way she analyzed the space with a professional eye. "I wanted something that would make an impression," he exined. "This isn''t just about training¡ªit''s about giving the Ascendants a sense of purpose and belonging. Moretti''s design does that." Lena nodded thoughtfully, her gaze shifting to the training equipment. "Well, you''ve certainly seeded in that. This ce feels... different. It doesn''t have a typical training facility''s usual cold, sterile atmosphere." Ethan smiled, clearly pleased with Lena''s reaction. "Exactly. We wanted something modern but weing¡ªa functional and inspiring space." He moved further inside, inspecting the equipment and theyout. "Let''s ensure everything is perfect before they arrive," he said. "I want them to see the potential from the moment they step in." Lena simply nodded, her professional demeanor never wavering as she followed Ethan and Jessica deeper into the warehouse, ready to finalize the preparations before the Ascendants arrived. As they moved deeper into the warehouse, inspecting the various areas, Jessica''s phone buzzed with a notification. She nced down at the screen, and a smile spread across her face. "The delivery''s here," she said, turning to Ethan and Lena. "Looks like everything''s right on schedule." Ethan nodded, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Perfect timing," he said. "Let''s get everything set up." They stepped outside just as severalrge trucks pulled up to the front of the warehouse. The delivery team moved swiftly and precisely, offloading the heavy crates filled with state-of-the-art training equipment. They worked seamlessly, navigating the equipment through the wide automated doors and into the designated areas with practiced efficiency. Inside, the empty stands in the training hall were quickly popted with advanced machines¡ªtreadmills, weight stations, martial arts dummies, and multi-functional exercise tforms. Holographic projectors were carefully installed in the corners, their sleek design blending perfectly with the warehouse''s futuristic aesthetic. The sound of drills and electronic beeps filled the air as the touchscreen panels came to life, their glowing disys illuminating the hall. It was a whirlwind of activity, but everything seemed to fall into ce with precision. The staff was experienced, and their work spoke of professionalism and expertise. Ethan observed the progress closely, giving brief instructions when needed. At the same time, Jessica coordinated with the staff to ensure everything was installed correctly. Lena remained silent, standing off to the side with her arms crossed. She watched the equipment being set up with an appraising gaze. Her eyes lingered on the training machines, clearly impressed by their quality and advanced features. "Not bad," Lena said, her tone cool yet approving as she approached Ethan. "These machines are already on par with what we use in Volkov facilities. I didn''t expect this level of quality." Ethan smiled at herment. "I''m not one to cut corners when ites to training," he replied. "Mr. Halen managed to provide exactly what I needed." Lena gave a small nod, acknowledging Ethan''s attention to detail. It was clear she hadn''t anticipated the level of investment he was making, and it impressed her more than she let on. Jessica, standing beside them, grinned mischievously. "You know, with resources like this, Ethan might as well be the Thirteenth Great Family of Novan City," she teased, her tone light and yful. Lena raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips as she nced at Ethan. "The Thirteenth Great Family, huh?" she said, her voice hinting amusement. "That''s a bold statement." But he felt a familiar sensation before Ethan could respond¡ªa slight tingle at the back of his mind, apanied by a notification chime. He blinked as a new system message materialized in front of his eyes, and a surge of surprise washed over him. Chapter 66 The Foundation of Greatness ===== [New Mission: Rise of a Great Family] Main Objective: Be recognized as a legitimate Great Family in Novan City. Sub-Missions: 1. Name Your Family: Choose an official name for your emerging Great Family. Reward: a. 1,500 EXP b. 10 Free Attribute Points c. 5 Ascension Points 2. ess the Great Family Panel: Unlock and familiarize yourself with the specialized management panel for running a Great Family. Reward: a. 1,000 EXP b. 5 Free Attribute Points c. 5 Ascension Points 3. Title Confirmation: Other families use "Elders" as the title for their senior members. Decide whether to adopt the same or create your own unique title. Reward: a. Unique Title: "Family Leader" b. 1,500 EXP c. 10 Free Attribute Points d. 5 Ascension Points 4. Establish a Family Residence (Ongoing): Purchase, build, or set up an official family residence''s region to serve as your family''s power seat. Reward: a. 5,000 EXP b. Unlock: "Residence Customization Panel" c. 15 Free Attribute Points d. 10 Ascension Points 5. Recruit senior members: Recruit at least five individuals who will serve as the core members of your new family, ensuring loyalty and skill, thus bearing the title of the senior members you have decided. Reward: a. 2,500 EXP b. Unlock: "Core Member Management" c. 25 Free Attribute Points d. 15 Ascension Points. 6. Gain Public Recognition: Make your family''s name known in Novan City through a public event, business sess, or strategic maneuver. Reward: a. 3,000 EXP b. Unlock: "Reputation Tracker" c. 15 Free Attribute Points d. 15 Ascension Points. 7. Create a Family Symbol: Design a unique emblem or crest representing your family and its values. Reward: a. 2,000 EXP b. Unlock: "Family Symbol Enhancement" (can add passive bonuses) c. 15 Free Attribute Points d. 10 Ascension Points. 8. Acquire a Business Asset (Ongoing): Own or take control of a business within Novan City to establish a financial base for your family.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om Reward: a. 3,500 EXP b. Unlock: "Business Enhancement Skill" c. 20 Free Attribute Points d. 15 Ascension Points 9. Form Strategic Alliances: Secure at least two alliances with other influential families or organizations within the city to bolster your status. Reward: a. 4,000 EXP b. Unlock: "Alliance Network" c. 20 Free Attribute Points d. 25 Ascension Points 10. Host a Significant Family Event: Organize arge-scale event, gathering influential figures to solidify your family''s presence in Novan City. At least one established Great Family must acknowledge your status. Reward: a. 50,000 EXP b. Unique Skill: "Great Family Authority" (grants passive influence in Novan City''s elite circles) c. System Upgrade Bonus Objective: Discover hidden secrets within the existing Great Families to understand their world better. Reward: a. Unique Skill: "Family Shield" b. Rare Item: "Great Family Archive ess." ===== Ethan''s eyes scanned the mission details, and he couldn''t help but feel a strange mixture of excitement and challenge. The mission was clear, and the path to bing a recognized power in Novan Cityy ahead. Still, it was going to take careful nning and strategy. "Ethan?" Jessica asked, noticing the sudden change in his expression. "Everything alright?" Ethan shook off his surprise and offered a reassuring smile. "Yeah," he said. "Just remembered a bit of good news." Lena looked at him, her gaze curious but reserved. "Good news?" she asked. "Care to share?" Ethan chuckled, waving off the question. "Not just yet. Let''s focus on getting this ce ready first." Jessica and Lena exchanged nces but said nothing more. They returned to overseeing the setup, unaware of the challenge that had just beenid out before Ethan¡ªone that would potentially reshape the power dynamics of Novan City. As thest piece of equipment was installed, Ethan felt a sense of satisfaction settle over him. This training facility and his newfound mission represented the beginning of something significant. It wasn''t just about training the Ascendants but building a strong foundation to rival the city''s most powerful families. And if there was one thing Ethan was sure of, it was that he never backed down from a challenge. Ethan''s heart raced as he read through the mission details again. A Great Family. It was the kind of opportunity that could change everything, a chance to truly stand on equal footing with the powerhouses of Novan City. He quickly suppressed his excitement, shifting his focus back to the task. He couldn''t allow himself to get too distracted¡ªthere was still work to be done before the Ascendants arrived. "Time to get real serious," Ethan muttered, his lips curling into a confident smile. Jessica and Lena were busy with the final preparations, inspecting the equipment, and ensuring everything was in order. Ethan nced at his watch. He still had time before the Ascendants arrived. He knew he could get a head start on some of the submissions and was determined to take advantage of every moment. "I''ll be back shortly," he said, catching Jessica''s attention. "Where are you going?" she asked, noting the determined look in his eyes. "Just need to handle something important," he replied, his tone firm. He offered no more details, and Jessica didn''t press further, though her curiosity was evident. Ethan left the main hall and went to a quiet warehouse corner, pulling up his system interface. The first submission was simple, name his family. He thought for a moment, considering the weight of the choice. A name was more than just abel¡ªit was a legacy, a statement of strength, and a promise of the future. He thought about choosing something new that would mark a clear break from the past. Yet, the more he considered it, the more he realized only one name truly mattered. "What other name could I choose?" Ethan said quietly to himself, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The Cole name was already everything to him, but now it would be feared, admired, and revered. It was a name that carried weight, a name that represented everything he had built and everything he intended to achieve. With a firm purpose, he made his decision; Cole Family. It was a simple choice, but it was the right one. The name was set¡ªhis family would rise, and the city would remember it. Ethan felt a surge of satisfaction. This was his name and legacy, and he would ensure it echoed through Novan City. ===== [Family Name: Cole Family] ===== There was a faint shimmer as the system acknowledged the choice. A notification popped up, confirming the sub-mission''spletion. ===== Sub-Mission Complete: Name Your Family. Rewards: 1. 1,500 EXP 2. 10 Free Attribute Points 3. 5 Ascension Points. ===== The familiar rush of energy filled his body, a sign that the rewards had been integrated. He pulled up his status panel to check the updates. ===== [Status Panel] Name: Ethan Cole Level: 6 Rank: Lower Star Apprentice EXP: 13000 / 15000 Ascension Points: 11 Wealth: Unlimited Attributes: Strength: 50 Speed: 50 Endurance: 48 Intelligence: 53 Charisma: 45 Free Attribute Points: 10 ===== Satisfied, Ethan moved on to the next sub-mission. He essed the newly unlocked "Great Family Panel" and was immediately greeted by a sleek, intuitive interface. It disyed a detailed hierarchy for managing a Great Family, including roles such as Family Leader, Advisor, Elder, and Core member. At the top, his name was already disyed with the title "Family Leader." Below, he saw a nk sectionbeled "Elders"¡ªa title he would soon need to fill. The system even had a space for Family Missions, which were specific goals that would earn prestige and increase their influence in the city. "Impressive," Ethan muttered as he navigated through the various tabs. There were options for managing assets, tracking loyalty, and even overseeing alliances with powerful entities. He could monitor the resources, assign roles, and maintain a log of every significant family event. The sub-mission notification appeared again, signalingpletion. ===== Sub-Mission Complete: ess the Great Family Panel. Rewards: 1. 1,000 EXP 2. 5 Free Attribute Points 3. 5 Ascension Points ===== Another surge of energy coursed through him, bringing him closer to leveling up. He quickly checked his status. ===== [Status Panel] Name: Ethan Cole Level: 6 Rank: Lower Star Apprentice EXP: 14000 / 15000 Ascension Points: 16 Wealth: Unlimited Attributes: Strength: 50 Speed: 50 Endurance: 48 Intelligence: 53 Charisma: 45 Free Attribute Points: 15 ===== Ethan took a deep breath, feeling more confident with everypleted task. He nced back at the sub-mission list, smiling at the next objective. It was time to choose the title for the senior members of his family. Other Great Families used the term "Elders," but Ethan wanted something unique yet carrying a sense of authority and power. He thought back to an anime he used to watch that had inspired him as a child¡ªa story about a boy who wanted to be the pirate king. Something about the idea of the "Warlords of the Sea" always captivated him. "Warlords," Ethan said quietly, and with a confident tap, he confirmed his choice. ===== Sub-Mission Complete: Title Confirmation. Rewards: 1. 1,500 EXP 2. Unique Title: "Family Leader" 3. 10 Free Attribute Points 4. 5 Ascension Points. ===== A new title appeared next to his name in the Great Family Panel: Family Leader of the Cole Family. His EXP increased, and he felt a sense of satisfaction settle over him. Level up! Ethan was now well on his way to establishing a Great Family that would be known and respected. ===== [Status Panel] Name: Ethan Cole Level: 7 Rank: Lower Star Apprentice EXP: 15500 / 20000 Ascension Points: 21 Wealth: Unlimited Attributes: Strength: 51 Speed: 51 Endurance: 49 Intelligence: 54 Charisma: 46 Free Attribute Points: 25 ===== "There''s one more thing I need to do," Ethan said, ncing at the list of remaining sub-missions. He knew he couldn''tplete everything right now, but one more task was possible¡ªestablishing a family residence. Ethan needed to go to one of the newly acquired mansions toplete this. He decided to use one reserved for the Ascendants. It would symbolize the beginning of his family''s rise and make asting impression on those working under him. Chapter 67 Iron Vanguards Ethan stood in the expansive training center, deep in thought, as he reviewed the next steps in his n. The spacious warehouse felt almost too quiet, save for the low hum of the overhead lights and the asional murmur from Jessica and Lena, who were busy checkingst-minute details. Suddenly, a low rumble echoed outside the warehouse, growing louder by the second. Ethan''s eyes narrowed as he turned toward the entrance, a hint of curiosity shing. Jessica and Lena looked up, both equally intrigued by the sudden noise. Within moments, a convoy of sleek, rugged vehicles pulled up to the warehouse''s entrance. They resembled high-end military transport vehicles but with a refined,mercial twist¡ªsleek matte finishes, tinted windows, and reinforced exteriors that hinted at their durability and strength. Each vehicle was marked with discreet logos, and their all-terrain tires suggested they were built for more than just city streets. The convoy moved almost synchronized,ing to a halt in front of the main entrance. A slight hiss escaped as the hydraulic doors of the lead vehicle opened, revealing a well-dressed driver who stepped out and moved quickly to open the rear doors. One by one, the Ascendants emerged. Their movements were sharp and disciplined, and each carried themselves with a confidence that spoke of their experience. They wore lightweight tactical gear, clearly tailored forfort and flexibility yet protective enough to hint at their readiness for any situation. The convoy''s arrival was precise, almost like a calcted show of strength, a subtle reminder of the level of professionalism Ethan now had at his disposal. Jessica nced at Ethan, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of the imposing group. "They certainly made an entrance," she said, her voice low and slightly impressed. Ethan nodded, a satisfied smile ying on his lips. "Good," he said quietly. "They look like they''re ready for what''s toe."n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om As thest Ascendants stepped out, they formed a line in front of the vehicles, standing at attention and awaiting further instructions. Each appeared focused, their expressions unwavering, a testament to their skills and dedication. The convoy''s engines idled for a moment longer before shutting downpletely, leaving an anticipatory silence. Ethan took a step forward, ready to address the group that would be instrumental in the next phase of his n. Ethan, Jessica, and Lena stood at the center of the training hall''s entrance, observing as seven figures walked confidently toward them. Each of the seven moved with natural precision, exuding a palpable sense of power. As they advanced, Lena recognized them first. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she leaned closer to Ethan and Jessica, her tone low and steady. "Impressive," Lena muttered under her breath. Jessica looked at her curiously and asked, "What do you mean by that?" "That''s the Iron Vanguards," she said, a note of respect in her voice. "They''re well-known among the Soldier Ascendants, a formidable group. Usually, they don''t pledge their loyalty to anyone. It''s impressive that Mr. Halen managed to bring them here for you." Ethan absorbed her words, sensing the weight of the moment. He knew this meeting was critical and believed the Iron Vanguards were not just any group. He would need to handle this carefully. The group leader, a tall man with a shaved head and a scar running across his right eye, stepped forward with measured steps. His expression was calm, yet there was a quiet intensity in his gaze as he stopped before Ethan. He exuded confidence from years of experience, the kind of presence thatmanded attention. "You must be Ethan Cole," the leader said, his voice carrying a hint of challenge. It seemed like a simple question, but the way he asked it felt like a test. He extended his hand, his gaze firmly fixed on Ethan. "Yes, I am," Ethan replied calmly, epting the handshake. Ethan felt the weight of the handshake even before he took it. The man''s grip was firm and upromising. Ethan knew he couldn''tpete with the raw strength of a Middle Star Soldier, but he steeled himself, tightening his grip as best he could without showing strain. The man''s eyes seemed to narrow in acknowledgment as if measuring Ethan in those few seconds. Then, a familiar shimmer appeared before Ethan''s eyes, and a new mission notification popped up. ===== [New Mission: Earning the Leader''s Respect] Objective: Win the respect of the Iron Vanguards''s Leader, Lucan. Reward: 1. 7,000 EXP 2. 15 Free Attribute Points 3. 10 Ascension Points ===== Ethan maintained his grip, sensing the subtle yet undeniable power of the Iron Vanguards'' leader. He could feel his hand trembling slightly under the pressure. However, he kept his expression neutral, refusing to show any weakness. Unbeknownst to him, Lena was already moving to take control of the situation. Without uttering a word, she directed her attention toward the leader, her eyes narrowing slightly. A whisper of power slipped from her mind, forming a mental connection¡ªa rare and formidable technique that only a Knight Ascendant or higher could aplish. ''Are you sure you want to embarrass yourself like this, Lucan?'' Lena''s voice echoed directly in the leader''s mind, her tone steady and carrying a hint of challenge. The leader¡ªLucan¡ªstiffened visibly, his eyes widening in shock. He immediately understood what had happened; only someone of immense power could forcefully breach his mental defenses. His gaze darted between Jessica and Lena, searching for the source. Still, when he caught the glimmer of calm confidence in Lena''s eyes, his suspicions were confirmed. Standing beside them, Jessica lookedpletely unaware of the silent exchange, her expression curious but clueless. Meanwhile, Lena allowed herself a tiny, knowing smirk, just enough for Lucan to notice. ''What do you think you''re doing?'' Lena''s voice was sharper now, almost daring him to defy her. ''Do you think Ethan is someone you can test? Someone beneath you? Even I¡ªsomeone far stronger than you¡ªchose to follow him. What makes you think you''re in a position to question him?'' A chill ran down Lucan''s spine. The threat wasn''t in Lena''s words but in the power she wielded effortlessly. He quickly realized this was no ordinary setup; whatever forces were at y were far beyond his expectations. He swallowed, the facade of control slipping just enough for Ethan to notice a shift in his demeanor. From the outside, it seemed like a tense moment of sizing up, as if Lucan was merely prolonging the handshake to assert dominance. The rest of the Iron Vanguards stood behind him, their eyes fixed on the exchange, interpreting the dy as an attempt to unsettle the young man before them. However, Lucan''s posture softened, to everyone''s surprise, and he eased his grip. His brow was lined with a faint sheen of sweat, and he took a deep breath before releasing Ethan''s hand almost too quickly. Sensing the change, Ethan withdrew his hand, a hint of confusion flickering across his features, though he masked it with a polite smile. The rest of the Iron Vanguards exchanged uncertain nces, surprised that their leader, known for his unwavering resolve, had backed down so easily. They had expected a show of dominance, a challenge that would test the young man''s mettle, yet here Lucan stood, hisposure slightly frayed. ===== [New Mission: Earning the Leader''s Respect] Objective: Win the respect of the Iron Vanguards''s Leader, Lucan. Reward: 7,000 EXP 15 Free Attribute Points 10 Ascension Points ===== Congrattions! You have leveled up! ===== "Wee," Ethan said, keeping his voice calm and steady even though he was confused by the sudden changes and excited with how easily he passed the mission. He looked directly at Lucan, whose confidence seemed to waver for a moment longer before he nodded. "Thank you," Lucan replied, his tone unexpectedly respectful. His gaze flicked briefly toward Lena, acknowledging her unspoken power before returning to Ethan. The tension in the room subtly shifted, the Iron Vanguards sensing something significant had just urred, though they couldn''t quite ce what. Maintaining hisposed facade, Ethan felt relief mingling with his lingering confusion. He didn''t understand what had just happened, but he knew one thing for sure¡ªhe had somehow passed the first test. Ethan observed Lucan closely as the leader of the Iron Vanguards seemed to collect himself. Whatever had transpired in that brief, intense exchange had clearly impacted the seasoned Ascendant. Lucan''s initially challenging demeanor was now respectful, almost deferential, as if he''d acknowledged Ethan as worthy of his attention and respect. Taking a small step back, Lucan cleared his throat, then squared his shoulders before addressing the group. "I am Lucan Marros, leader of the Iron Vanguards," he announced, his deep voice carrying easily across the warehouse. "We''ve been summoned here to join you, Ethan Cole, in whatever ns you have for us." Ethan inclined his head slightly, his expression calm and measured. "I appreciate your willingness to be here, Lucan," he said, maintaining an air of quiet authority. He could sense the curiosity from the rest of the Ascendants, their eyes locked onto their leader, who seemed unusually restrained. Lucan turned to hisrades, who had stood silent and watchful throughout the exchange. He gestured toward them, motioning for them to introduce themselves. One by one, they stepped forward, their movements confident and practiced, but the tension in the room remained palpable. There was a quiet murmur of whispers among the other members of the Iron Vanguards. Ethan could make out snatches of their hushed conversation¡ªquestions about Lucan''s sudden change in demeanor, wondering why he was treating Ethan with such uncharacteristic humility. Chapter 68 Iron Vanguards Members Ethan looked over at Lena, who stood beside him with her usual calm demeanor, her expression unreadable. He felt a flicker of curiosity, but her face gave nothing away. On the other hand, Jessica seemed puzzled, her eyes darting between Ethan and Lena. She was clearly aware of an unspoken exchange but chose to stay silent. ''She must''ve done something to help me,'' Ethan thought, his gratitude growing as he considered how Lena had subtly intervened. ''I''ll thank herter.'' Lucan cleared his throat, pulling everyone''s attention back to him. His gaze swept over the Iron Vanguards standing behind him, a hint of pride lighting his eyes as he gestured for them to step forward. "These are the finest among the hired Ascendants," Lucan began, his voice a mixture of authority and respect. "Allow me to introduce each one. You''ll want to remember their names." A tall, athletic woman with dark, cropped hair first stepped forward. Her sharp, calcting gaze fixed on Ethan, and she nodded slightly. Her movements were precise and controlled. "This is Seraph," Lucan introduced. "Our strategist. She can assess any situation in seconds, finding weaknesses and advantages and creating quick battle ns. Seraph''s saved us from traps and ambushes that would have been certain death more than I can count. Her intuition borders on the supernatural." Seraph''s eyes held a glint of silent confidence, and she offered Ethan a brief, approving look before stepping back in line.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om Next, Lucan motioned to a man who towered over the others, his brawny arms crossed over his chest. He had a rxed smirk, but his piercing gaze spoke of years ofbat experience. "This is Thorne," Lucan continued. "Our shield¡ªboth literally and figuratively. There''s no wall he can''t break through, no weapon that''s ever phased him. You look to him if you need someone to clear a path or hold a line." Thorne gave Ethan a nod, a sh of amusement in his eyes as if daring Ethan to test his strength one day. Beside Thorne stood a man with sleek, silver hair tied back in a short ponytail. His demeanor was calm and controlled, almost meditative, with an aura of quiet authority that was somehow as intimidating as it was reassuring. "This is Calder," Lucan said, his tone carrying a note of respect. "Our tactician and weapons master. He knows the intricacies of every de under a weapon, and she has an almost encyclopedic knowledge ofbat techniques. When he speaks, everyone listens." Calder''s eyes briefly met Ethan''s, his nod almost imperceptible but filled with acknowledgment. It was clear he observed every detail and missed nothing. Next, a lean, wiry figure took a step forward. His fingers constantly twitched as if eager for action, and a glint in his eye hinted at a restless energy. "Axel," Lucan introduced, his lips curving into a slight smile. "Our scout and reconnaissance expert. If there''s a ce we need eyes on, he''s the one who gets there first, unseen and unheard. He''s saved our lives more than I can count with his information." Axel shot Ethan a quick grin, his gaze yful yet piercing, before returning to his ce with a cocky salute. The fifth figure, a woman with an intense gaze and auburn hair pulled back into a high braid, stepped forward. Her posture was wless, almost regal, with a silent, unbreakable focus that radiated from her. "This is Rhea," Lucan said, his tone shifting to admiration. "Our healer and alchemist. She''s trained in some of the rarest healing arts and can treat injuries and conditions no one else would dare touch. More than once, she''s pulled us back from the edge." Rhea''s calm, unwavering gaze settled on Ethan, and she gave him a polite nod. Clearly, she was the quiet strength behind the group, the one who held them together when all else failed. Finally, Lucan nodded toward a shorter figure standing slightly apart. He had a wild, untamed look in his eyes and a grin that hinted at unpredictability. "This is Flint," Lucan said with a wry smile. "Our demolitions and sabotage expert. He''s as skilled in setting traps as he is in disarming them. Flint''s methods can be¡­ unconventional, but when ites to disrupting enemy operations, he''s unmatched." Flint gave a small, enthusiastic nod, his eyes glinting excitedly as he acknowledged Ethan. He looked ready to spring into action at any moment, the embodiment of controlled chaos. Lucan stepped back, his gaze sweeping over the Iron Vanguards with unmistakable pride before returning to Ethan. "These are the Iron Vanguards," he finished, his voice steady. "Each one has chosen to be here, to fight alongside you in whatever lies ahead." Ethan felt the weight of Lucan''s words settles over him, realizing the caliber of allies he now had at his side. He then turned to the group, extending an inviting gesture toward the doors leading into the training ground. "Nice to meet all of you. Please step inside. This will be your training ground for as long as you''re with us," Ethan said, his voice steady and weing. As they moved into the training facility, the Ascendants found themselves in a vast, immactely organized space with state-of-the-art equipment. Racks lined the walls, brimming with various weapons, from traditional des to thetest Ascendant technology. Luckily, the ce waspleted just before the Ascendants stepped inside. It was now reinforced with high-tech equipment, sparring mats, designated areas for different training regimens, and specialized zones for honing elemental and tactical skills. Jessica and Lena exchanged a quick, satisfied nce as the hired Ascendants looked around, visibly impressed. Lucan and the Iron Vanguards were used to the raw, brutal battlefield conditions. Still, they were genuinely surprised at the setup. The group was silent for a moment, absorbing the details of the facility. Seraph let out a low whistle, her eyes scanning the room''s carefully structuredyout. At the same time, Thorne grinned, clearly appreciative of the equipment''s quality. "This is¡­ well beyond what I expected," Lucan admitted, approvingly ncing at Ethan. "A setup like this? It''s rare, even for some of the most established operations we''ve worked with." Ethan nodded, taking in their expressions with satisfaction. He understood what this setup meant to them. He''d spent time and effort ensuring that this training ground would offer all they needed¡ªand it was worth every resource to gain their respect. Despite their strengths and experience, their life as an Ascendant was never as simple as raw power. Each of them had their own reasons for joining. The Iron Vanguards had spent countless years on the front lines, facing death in every moment, often outnumbered and outmatched. No battle had ever been easy, no mission without risk. They had epted his offer as a temporary respite, a break from the relentless cycle ofbat that defined their lives. Even as Ascendants, they had never been guaranteed an easy life. Strength alone wasn''t everything¡ªit borders took a sharp mind, survival skills, and resourcefulness to navigate the world beyond Novan City''s. And for many of them, earning a living was as grueling as their missions. In the outside world, an Ascendant''s life was anything but secure. Ethan''s offer for a monthly payment wasparable to what they could earn from a dangerous mission thatsted three to four months. However, that mission came with the constant risk of losing their lives. The opportunity was tempting for each of them, giving them a reason to contemte a change in direction, even if just for a little while. For Calder, it meant something more personal. His mother had recently fallen critically ill, and this job would allow him the chance to be close to her, even if only for a while. And, as each member of the Iron Vanguards had grown up in Novan City, returning home offered them a familiar sense offort they rarely experienced. Their presence had a noticeable effect on the other hired Ascendants, who seemed more assured now. The respect for the Iron Vanguards among their ranks was clear, and seeing these seasoned veterans join Ethan''s cause only made the rest of them more determined. Evidently, the task they''d signed on for carried weight and purpose, and that made all the difference. Chapter 69 A Glimpse of True Strength The Ascendants spread out across the vast training ground, moving in and around the various sections as they absorbed the scope of what Ethan had provided for them. The equipment was impressive. It was divided into strength, speed, and endurance areas. Each section had multiple stations, ten varieties of machines and weights in each area, and around a hundred pieces of equipment in each category. Every item seemed tailored for versatility, allowing them to push their limits and explore their skills in ways few training grounds could offer. The Iron Vanguards led the way, their expressions a mixture of intrigue and appreciation as they examined the stations. They hadn''t anticipated this level of quality and attention to detail in a facility meant purely for training. Thorne was the first to approach the strength section, which held everything from weighted sleds to massive barbells, adjustable dumbbells, and resistance machines. He ran his hand over one of the barbells, inspecting the polish and bnce of the equipment. "Whoever stocked this ce knew what they were doing," he muttered, lifting the barbell swiftly and feeling its weight and bnce. "You don''t see quality like this just anywhere." Seraph joined him, her eyes sweeping over various weights and resistance machines. "Agreed," she replied, moving to a nearby weight bench. She positioned herself and lifted a set of dumbbells, testing the bnce. "With equipment like this, even a strategist like me might find new uses for her muscles." Nearby, Rhea observed the strength area thoughtfully. Though her work centered more on healing, she also saw the value in conditioning her body. She picked up a set of resistance bands and tested them with a few simple stretches, her movements precise as she gauged the quality. Jessica looked satisfied as she leaned toward Ethan, her voice low but filled with approval. "They''re impressed. You can see it in the way they''re moving around. They didn''t expect anything like this." Ethan nodded, his gaze following the group. "Good. I wanted to give them something they could rely on. The details matter." The speed section was equally impressive. Treadmills with advanced settings, agilitydders, quick-step tforms, and bnce beams lined the area with enough equipment to amodate every Ascendant without a wait. Calder, his typically calm demeanor momentarily reced by a look of mild curiosity, stepped onto a treadmill. He nodded approvingly as he adjusted the settings and began a light jog. "Not bad," he remarked, increasing the speed gradually until he was at a full sprint. "Responsive controls, too." Axel was beside him, testing an agilitydder. Moving with practiced speed, he darted from one square to the next, the familiar motionsing naturally to him. Thorne smirked as he watched Axel nudging Calder. "Think we''ll get a race out of him eventually?" he joked, eyeing Axel''s quick footwork. Calder chuckled, maintaining his steady sprint. "I wouldn''t put money on it¡ªunless you n to lose." Axel overheard them and shed a quick grin as he skipped through thedder, his speed undeniable. "Careful what you wish for, Thorne. I might just make you eat those words," he replied, challenging Thorne with a quick, confident look. A series of rowing machines, punching bags, and weighted vests lined the floor in the endurance section. The Iron Vanguards took to them with enthusiasm. Lucan strapped on a weighted vest and moved to a rower, the motion steady and powerful. The hum of machinery and the steady rhythm of the exercises filled the space as others joined him, some strapping on the weighted vests, others challenging themselves with the machines. The Ascendants pushed themselves, testing their stamina and strength in the organized chaos of focused training. Flint, visibly excited, moved over to a punching bag. He tested the bag with a few light jabs, then ramped up to heavier punches, eachnding with a satisfying thud. His expression lit up as he threwbinations, his punches hitting with a speed and precision that drew a few nods of appreciation from those around him. "This setup''s built tost," hemented between strikes, shaking his fists with a grin. "I like it. No better way to work off steam than punching something that doesn''t punch back." Beyond the primary sections was a battle simtor¡ªarge, open room with adjustable holographic projections and tactile feedback¡ªthat allowed the Ascendants to simte realbat scenarios. The Iron Vanguards were immediately drawn to it, gathering around as they inspected the controls. Jessica exined, "The simtor can adapt to different levels, so you can train at any required intensity. It uses holographic projections, so the scenarios are as realistic as possible without causing injury." Lucan nodded in approval, and Seraph''s eyes gleamed with interest. "A true battle simtion¡ªthis alone makes it worth being here," shemented, already envisioning how she might refine her strategies against the virtual opponents. Sparring rings were set up to one side with reinforced flooring and padding, surrounded by sturdy barriers. Still wearing his weighted vest, Thorne climbed into one of the rings and nced at Calder, who had finished his sprint. "Feel like sparring?" he asked, a hint ofpetitive fire in his eyes. Calder smiled, rolling his shoulders as he stepped into the ring. "If you''re up for it. But don''t cry when you lose," he replied smoothly, settling into a ready stance. Their friendly rivalry immediately drew attention, and some of the other Ascendants gathered around the ring, eager to watch the seasoned fighters go head-to-head. Thorne and Calder exchanged a few preliminary jabs, each feeling out the other''s rhythm, their movements quick and controlled. Jessica watched the ring with a grin. "Looks like we''ll get a show today," she said, nudging Lena. Lena gave a faint smile, her eyes flicking between the fighters and then to Ethan. "It''s good for them to unwind like this. They need a ce where they''re not always fighting for their lives. You''ve provided that." Ethan didn''t respond immediately, watching the Iron Vanguards and Ascendants engage with the equipment, the sparring, the simtor. There was something satisfying about seeing them at ease, finding their way around the facility, and engaging with one another. It reminded him why he''d put so much care into this training ground. Thorne and Calder circled each other in the sparring ring, their eyes locked with a focus that left no room for anything else. A faint shimmer radiated from both¡ªan unmistakable aura, almost like a heatwave emanating from their skin. It was subtle, a glimmer of their power restrained but palpable, filling the air with heavy, electric tension. "What''s that?" Ethan felt a thrill of surprise at the sight of it, something primal telling him this was no ordinary sparring match. "That''s how higher-ranked Ascendants fight. What you''re seeing now... it''s barely a taste of their true power," said Lena. Ethan looked back at the ring, a flicker of awe in his gaze. He opened his mouth to ask more, but Lena''s steady look silenced him. Clearly, she wasn''t going to borate further. He returned his attention to the ring, observing the way Thorne and Calder prepared, each charged with a quiet power that felt anything but restrained. Then, as if on cue, theyunched into motion. Thorne''s fists moved like hammers, each blow cutting through the air with a low, resonant hum that spoke of immense force. His aura shimmered with a reddish glow, subtle but visible, enhancing the weight behind every swing. Calder''s silver aura, barely discernible around him, matched Thorne''s speed. He sidestepped with fluid precision, the faint sheen of his own energy leaving trails in the air as he moved. Calder''s counterattack came quickly, a rapid series of jabs that sliced through the air toward Thorne''s ribs. Thorne blocked them, his forearms glowing faintly with energy as he absorbed the hits without flinching. The two shed and separated, forming a blur of speed and raw force, each movement more calcted and intense than thest. Ethan''s pulse quickened as he watched, fascinated. Every punch and dodge seemed amplified beyond the capabilities of normal humans, as if the air was being pushed and pulled by their movements. The faint glimmer around them¡ªthese aura traces¡ªseemed to enhance their strikes, almost like a barely controlled storm surrounding them. The crowd of Ascendants watched in rapt silence. Even those who had seen battles before were transfixed, aware they were witnessing something extraordinary. The power behind each blow made the ring tremble, the floor quivering beneath their feet. Thorne stepped forward, delivering a strike that whistled through the air. He narrowly missed Calder, who ducked under it, smoothly rolling back to his feet. With a grin, Calder lunged, his aura ring brighter as he delivered a powerful kick aimed at Thorne''s shoulder. Thorne managed to block it, but the impact sent him back a step, his foot skidding along the floor as he grunted in surprise. "You''re holding back, Thorne," Calder taunted, his voice low but carrying an edge of challenge. "Afraid of what I can dish out?" Thorne chuckled, the red shimmer of his aura ring slightly. "Just warming up. Let''s see what you''ve got, old friend." With a renewed intensity, Thorne surged forward, each punch reverberating through the ring, forcing Calder to dodge and counter with increasing speed. Their movements became a blur of red and silver glows, the energy around them pulsing with each strike, like embers sparking before a me. Then, with a final exchange of blows, they both drew back, breathing heavily, their auras flickering before subsiding. Thorne''s aura dimmed as he lowered his fists, a grin spreading across his face. Calder mirrored his expression, each of them clearly pleased by the encounter. They stepped out of the ring,ughing, breathing hard but measured, both visibly exhrated by the challenge. The other Ascendants pped and cheered,ughter breaking out as they nudged each other, caught up in the moment''s energy. It was rare to see their leaders fight with such fervor, and the disy of power had left an unmistakable impression.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om Ethan stepped forward, his curiosity barely restrained as he looked at Lena. Still, she only smiled, her gaze holding a knowing glint. Whatever he''d just witnessed was only a fraction of their capabilities; he knew that much. These Ascendants were more than fighters¡ªthey were something else entirely. "Take your time with the equipment," Ethan said, his voice carrying over the group as he collected himself. "Get familiar with everything. We have everything you need to train¡ªand reach your potential." Lucan nodded approvingly, a rare, genuine smile crossing his face. "We''ll make good use of it, Ethan. You''ve given us more than a training ground¡­ this is a ce we can prepare. Not just survive." Ethan returned his nod, his eyes scanning the room. The Ascendants were talking excitedly now, exchanging ns for their sparring sessions, discussing the simtors, and setting challenges to test their limits. Chapter 70 A Shift in Novan City The Ascendants followed Jessica as she led them through a winding pathway lined with lush trees and manicured hedges, anticipation building with each step. Finally, they arrived at a sprawling estate with high iron gates that opened to reveal a row of stately mansions, each distinct yet harmoniously designed within thendscape. Their first view of the main residence nearly took their breath away. The mansion loomed before them, a grand structure with high arched windows, elegant stone columns, and a sweeping staircase that led to the expansive front entrance. Warm lights glowed from within, illuminating the manicured gardens surrounding it. They wereplete with winding stone paths, a fountain in the center, and well-tended flower beds that added color to the estate''s elegant ambiance. "Are¡­ are you sure we''re living here?" Thorne muttered, his eyes wide with amazement as he took in the grand surroundings. "No way. I''ve seen ces like this in books, not in real life," Axel said, shaking his head in disbelief. "It''s like something out of a dream." Lucan, the usually stoic leader, grudgingly admired the mansion. "It looks like the Boss wanted us to live well," he remarked, nodding approvingly. I could get used to this." Rhea let out a quietugh, her gaze sweeping over the gardens. "This is no ordinary setup. He''s really gone all out for us, hasn''t he?" The other Ascendants murmured their agreement, their excitement and awe blending into a hum of appreciation. They nced around, still unsure if they were meant to be here, surrounded by such luxury.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om Seraph leaned closer to Calder, her voice low but filled with a hint of wonder. "Are we really supposed to stay in a ce like this? Seems¡­ well, extravagant." Calder chuckled, casting a look toward the towering columns and arched windows. "Extravagant might be an understatement." They went inside, where a grand foyer weed them with vaulted ceilings and polished marble floors gleaming under the light of a crystal chandelier. Plush, deep-colored carpets stretched over the floors, leading toward wide hallways and sweeping staircases that branched off into the mansion''s various wings. The furniture was elegant butfortable, with luxurious sofas, mahogany tables, and high-backed chairs upholstered in rich fabrics. The group wandered through the mansion in awe, inspecting the rooms that branched off from the main hall. Each room seemed designed with care and taste, from the spacious lounges with tall windows that let in the daylight to the dining room with a long tablerge enough to seat everyonefortably. "Are you sure this is really for us?" Flint called out, his voice filled with astonishment and delight as he ran his hand over a mahogany table''s smooth, polished surface. "I mean, look at this ce! Even the chairs cost more than we''ve earned on some missions." Thorne chuckled, leaning against the wall with a smirk. "You doubting the Boss''s hospitality, Flint? Seems like he''s got big ns for us." Jessica, who had been waiting at the main staircase, smiled at their reactions. "Yes, this is your residence, and it''s equipped with everything you''ll need," she said, gesturing toward the open doors leading into the various rooms. "You''ll each have your own private quarters, with study areas, lounge rooms, and anything else required for yourfort." Axel shook his head, a look of utter disbelief on his face. "We''re living like royalty. I almost don''t believe it." Lena, who stood nearby, let out a rare smile. "Well, believe it. You''ve earned this." Lucan nodded thoughtfully, taking in the grand decor. "It''s a bit surreal, to be honest. We''ve been used to roughing it out there, living in barracks and tents. But this¡­" He trailed off, shaking his head as he marveled at the polished marble floors and the intricate woodwork around the windows. They moved from room to room, marveling at every detail, from the high ceilings with crown moldings to the soft rugs that made each step luxurious. The bedrooms were each outfitted with plush beds, elegant desks, andrge windows with views over the estate''s grounds. Even the bathrooms were expansive, with freestanding bathtubs and tiled showers that looked like something from a luxury resort. "Feels like a waste to sleep in a ce this fancy," Seraph joked, her gaze trailing over the carefully arranged furniture in her assigned room. "But I think I''ll manage." Jessica led them back to the main hall, where they gathered before the sweeping staircase. Her eyes held a glint of satisfaction at the clear impact the residence had on them. "If I might add," Jessica said, sping her hands, "there are actually five mansions in total, not just this one." Her words drew a collective gasp from the group, and they exchanged surprised nces. "Five mansions?" Rhea asked, her eyebrows raised in shock. Jessica nodded. "Yes, five. Each mansion is in a different part of the estate grounds. You''ll be divided into groups, each assigned to a separate mansion. I''ve made the arrangements for group assignments, so you''ll only need to follow them." Their astonishment grew, and they looked at each other with newfound excitement. The idea of living in such luxury, in individual mansions no less, was beyond what any of them had expected. "Five mansions¡­ this ce is huge," Axel muttered, absorbing the news. "I don''t think I''ll ever get used to this." Lucan chuckled, his gaze sweeping over the gathered group. "I don''t think we will, but I''m willing to try it." The Ascendants murmured in agreement, their voices buzzing with excitement and curiosity about whaty ahead. The splendor of their new amodations seemed to fuel their pride and dedication, the realization that the Boss had gone to great lengths to provide them with more than they could have imagined. This was more than just a mission¡ªit was a ce they could call home, at least for now. *** The family''s head and elders were gathered in a grand, dimly lit chamber within the Roscoe estate. The heavy mahogany doors shut with a low thud, silencing the hall outside as the Roscoe family leaders settled around a long, polished table. A sense of urgency hung in the air, the tension thickened by the whispers of power that had reached their estate not long ago. Marcel Roscoe, the head of the family, sat at the end of the table, his steely gaze sweeping over the others. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, his expression a blend of curiosity and concern. One of the elder members, an aged man with silvered hair and piercing eyes, leaned forward. "That concentrated aura we felt earlier," the elder began, his voice low, "it wasn''t just a typical Ascendant activity. Whoever they were¡­ they were strong. Strong enough to catch the attention of every Great Family." A murmur ran through the room. Everyone present had sensed the power earlier¡ªa sudden pulse, like the echo of a distant thunderstorm. It hade and gone quickly, but its force lingered in their minds, raising questions none had answered. "It''s strange, though," said Soren Roscoe, Marcel''s younger brother, his brow furrowed. "Nothing on record has mentioned a force of Ascendants of this caliber moving into Novan City recently. Could it be outsiders?" Marcel shook his head. "Possible, but unlikely. If this were some roving Ascendant group, we would have had reports before they even reached the city. No, this was¡­ orchestrated." The elder beside him nodded. "Yes. We have reason to believe this wasn''t a random urrence." Another family member stood, holding a thin report from one of their scouts. She nced at Marcel before speaking. "We''ve received confirmation that this surge of energy came from the training grounds set up by Ethan Cole, the owner of NovaTech. Our scouts report that many Ascendants are under his employment and training under rigorous conditions." When Ethan''s name was mentioned, a ripple of reactions spread across the room. Some of the Roscoe heads appeared troubled, while others leaned forward, intrigued. Marcel''s eyes narrowed, his voice low. "So Ethan''s the one responsible for this shift. He''s been quiet until now, but this¡ªthis is different. To draw in so many high-level Ascendants¡­ it changes things." Soren let out a faint chuckle, his eyes gleaming with a hint of excitement. "This could be good for us. Finally, someone stepped up to shake things up. We''ve beenfortable for far too long." One of the elder women frowned, her voice cold. "Comfortable? You mean stable. Do you realize the risks if he truly ns to challenge the status quo?" "Risks?" Soren countered with a smirk. "Or opportunities?" A hushed tension settled over the room as the family leaders absorbed his words. For years, the power of the Great Families had remained in bnce, each keeping to their territory and maintaining a careful peace. But this¡­ this could alter everything. Marcel held up a hand, silencing the debate. "Regardless of our individual feelings, it''s clear that we can''t ignore this development. Ethan''s assembling a force and a strong one at that. We need to keep a close eye on him, on every move he makes from here on out." A wave of agreement swept through the room, but the emotions varied. Some family heads appeared uneasy, while others looked as if they weed the challenge, the spark ofpetition lighting their eyes. Marcel''s gaze turned distant, thoughtful. Whatever Ethan was nning, it would certainly send ripples through Novan City, ripples the Roscoe family would have to prepare for. Simr discussions were taking ce outside the Roscoe estate, in the sprawlingpounds of the other Great Families. Heads and elders gathered, their faces grave, their discussions urgent. Reports had already begun to filter in, detailing the training ground''s activity, the arrival of the Ascendants, and the possible implications for their own families. In some of these meetings, there was an unmistakable sense of threat. The sudden presence of so many powerful Ascendants in the city felt like a direct challenge to their established power, disrupting the control they had long held over their territories. In other halls, however, there were nods of approval, even smiles. Some of the Great Families saw this as a chance to test their strength, to face off against a new force that could finally present a worthy challenge. Others viewed this moment as a potential shift, an opportunity to change the bnce of power that had held Novan City in its steady grip for decades. They spoke quietly, their voices calm yetced with ambition. To them, Ethan''s actions marked the beginning of something they had long awaited¡ªa possible reshaping of influence in the city, one that could see the rise or fall of any family willing to take a risk. But one thing was certain. Every Great Family, from the Roscoes to the others scattered throughout Novan City, was watching closely. The power shift had begun, and the world they had known was about to change. Chapter 71 Everything in Place Ethan sat in one of the quieter rooms within the mansion, the hum of distant voices filtering through the walls.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om He was still, hands resting on a list of names, letting the weight of what he was building sink in. The Iron Vanguards had been given their roles, each heading a group of nearly forty Ascendants, all sworn to protect NovaTech and his family with unyielding loyalty. A soft knock sounded, and Jessica entered, her presence a grounding force as always. She handed him a few final documents, her lips curling into a small smile as she nced at the list. "They''re all briefed," she said. "Your team is ready to go whenever you give the word." Ethan''s gaze dropped back to the list of group leaders. He nodded, feeling a rush of appreciation for each of the Iron Vanguards. They had given him their trust, and now he was giving them the authority to lead this force¡ªa force that would watch over everything he cared about. Group A, led by Lucan Marros. Ethan couldn''t help but smile, imagining the stoic, scarred leadermanding a team of nearly forty. Lucan was as solid as they came, and if any leader could keep a group in line and focused, it was him. He had a steady, unbreakable calm, like the eye of a storm. Jessica raised an eyebrow as she watched him. "Lucan already seems to be thinking five steps ahead. I think he''s nning strategies while we''re still organizing rooms." "Sounds like him," Ethan replied, chuckling. "No one''s better at grounding a team than Lucan." He moved to Group B, where he''d appointed Seraph as leader. Seraph was sharp as a de, her intuition uncanny. She had this way of seeing the big picture at a nce, of finding a solution before most people had even understood the problem. Jessica nodded approvingly as she saw Seraph''s name. "The Ascendants respect her. She''s quiet, but they''d follow her into anything." "And that''s exactly what we need," Jessica added, already picturing her cool, calcting presence setting the tone for Group B. For Group C, he''d selected Thorne. Thorne''s sheer strength and resilience made him the ideal fit for leading the powerhouse group. Ethan knew that with Thorne, they had a leader who could rally his team with sheer grit, the kind of leader who could take a hit and still press forward without hesitation. Jessica chuckled at his choice. "Thorne''s going to have them breaking down walls if you''re not careful." Ethan grinned. "Exactly. That''s his strength. The group will feel like they''re unstoppable with him." Then came Group D. Calder was chosen as the head, and for good reason. With his calm demeanor and vast knowledge of tactics and weapons, he would create a steady, focused group capable of handling intricate situations. Jessica''s voice softened. "Calder''s the perfect choice, isn''t he? Always seeing things others miss. The Ascendants will feel secure knowing he''s watching over them." Ethan nodded, picturing Calder''s cool,posed gaze as he confidently led his team. "They''ll need his stability. He''ll be an anchor." Finally, Group E fell under Rhea''smand. Ethan thought of her intense, focused gaze and the quiet, grounding presence she brought to any situation. Rhea would bring a unique touch¡ªher skills as a healer, and alchemist made her a different kind of leader who could guide her group with a mix ofpassion and strength. "She''ll have their backs, literally and figuratively," Jessica remarked, a note of admiration in her voice. "It''s good to have someone who thinks about keeping the team together in every way." Ethan felt a warmth at the thought. "They''ll need that bnce." Jessica sat across from him, watching him with a knowing expression. "They''re all prepared, you know. They''re ready to follow you, Ethan." She paused and let out a heavy sigh. "Who would have thought I''d be involved in something like this?" Ethan exhaled, allowing the weight of everything to sink in. "Yeah, I''m sorry for dragging you into this world," he said softly. This is actually too much¡ªeven for me. I''m doing everything I can to keep everyone, including you, safe." Jessica nodded, understanding his unspoken thoughts. "And your family?" "They know," he said quietly. "They understand why Axel and Flint will be at their side now. I told them it''s about safety, not surveince. They''ll be discreet." Jessica smiled. "You chose well. With Axel''s keen eye and Flint''s resourcefulness¡­ your family couldn''t be safer." Ethan leaned back in his chair, his thoughts drifting beyond the estate and the sound of voices around him. The mission was moving forward in ways he hadn''t anticipated, and he couldn''t deny the satisfaction of seeing it all take shape. Jessica had handled much of the groundwork with precision, helping him manage each task. But there were still things only he could see¡ªthings the system had outlined in a way only he could understand. Before Jessica''s recent updates, he had alreadypleted several key missions; establishing the family residence, selecting the first mansion as the main seat of his growing Cole family, and creating their family symbol. This wasn''t a simple crest or emblem; it was a mark that would represent the thirteenth Great Family of Novan City. He had thought about this symbol deeply, wanting it to reflect his family''s values and the power they would need to carry forward. His chosen symbol was a phoenix¡ªa powerful image of rebirth, resilience, and unwavering strength. It was a reminder that, despite their current ce as neers among the city''s elite, they would rise strong, a force to be reckoned with. The Cole family carried this image as both a shield and a statement, something that set them apart as they carved their path into Novan City''s highest echelons. Ethan let out a long breath, recalling hisst decision after his recent missions, using all his Free Attribute Points. It was a bold move, but one he felt necessary to align his abilities with the demands of his new reality. He had carefully distributed the points across all attributes, bncing his physical attributes with the intelligence and charisma needed to lead. He opened his Status Panel in his mind, studying the current numbers and feeling the weight of each one. ===== [Status Panel] Name: Ethan Cole Level: 9 Rank: Low Star Apprentice EXP: 29500 / 30000 Ascension Points: 36 Wealth: Unlimited Attributes: Strength: 68 Speed: 68 Endurance: 66 Intelligence: 71 Charisma: 63 Free Attribute Points: 0 Skills: 1. Krav Maga [Master] 2. Close Quarters Combat [Master] 3. Muay Thai [Master] 4. Tactical Firearms [Master] 5. Heightened Senses Divine Skills: Culinary Divinity [Divine] ===== Ethan let his gaze linger on his skills. He knew that mastery over his current skill set was only the beginning. To unlock the next level¡ªspecifically the Combat Genius Divine Skill¡ªhe must master at least tenbat-rted skills. The challengey in acquiring skills and developing them to a level of mastery that would set him apart from any other Ascendant. It would be grueling, but the thought of honing himself into something unstoppable fueled his resolve. "Ethan?" Jessica''s voice pulled him back from his thoughts, and he nced over to see her watching him with a hint of concern. "Sorry," he said, forcing a smile. "Just¡­ thinking about everything that''sing. There''s a lot more I need to do." Jessica nodded, her expression understanding. "I can imagine. But just remember, you''re not alone in this. The teams are ready, and they''re behind you." "Thanks, Jess," he replied, feeling a slight weight lift. "I know. And I appreciate everything you''ve done to help bring this together." She nodded, and afortable silence settled between them for a moment before she stood. "I''ll go check in with the leaders to see if they need anything before they set up in their respective residences." Ethan watched her leave, a sense of purpose welling up within him. With NovaTech fortified, his family protected, and a force of Ascendants at hismand, he could feel the foundations solidifying. But beneath it, all was the understanding that to truly lead, he would need to keep pushing¡ªto be stronger, sharper, a truebat genius if he wanted to match the potential his system had shown him. He was ready for the challenge. A note from me: If you''ve enjoyed my work and want to show a bit of love, you can share a small token of support through PayPal at: bit.ly/donatenoahcaelum Type it if you can''t copy it. I would be deeply appreciated. Every bit of support lets me keep creating, and I''m grateful to have you here with me on this journey. Chapter 72 The Thirteenth Ambition Lucien LaRue paced the length of the SilverWave Innovations conference room, his fists clenched and his face flushed with barely contained fury. The previous day''s events reyed in his mind like a haunting nightmare. Theughter, the absurd animations, and Ethan''s smug face on the screen mocking him were infuriating. SilverWave''s carefully constructed n had failed and imploded in the most humiliating way possible. Ethan had corrupted SilverWave''s servers and left them reeling with reputational damage. The fallout was immediate. Their software and app users had flooded SilverWave withints, bogging them down in a mess of negative reviews, plummeting their once-pristine ratings overnight. It was as if Ethan had turned SilverWave''s public image into his personal punching bag. Lucien found himself in this meeting room with his Ascendants, a handpicked team of Low Star Soldiers he had long trusted to help him in simr situations. He stopped pacing and turned, his dark re sweeping over the five Ascendants seated around the polished ss table. They were all skilled, powerful, and loyal¡ªbut right now, they could feel the tension emanating from Lucien like a storm ready to break. At the head of the table, his expression was a mask of simmering anger, and Lucien''s voice was dangerously calm. "You all know why we''re here. That man¡ªEthan Cole¡ªmade a fool of me and humiliated thispany. Worse, he''s shaken our standing in the market." The Ascendants exchanged tense nces but held their silence. They had rarely seen Lucien this rattled, hisposed demeanor utterly shattered. They''d heard the stories, of course. News of the failed data heist had spread quickly among SilverWave''s inner circle. And now, they were here to address the bacsh. Lucien''s re swept across them, his jaw clenched tightly. "Ethan''s retaliation was more than just a prank. He tore apart our data, corrupted our servers, and, in a single stroke, sent our reputation spiraling. I brought you here because I need solutions. I need results." His fist mmed onto the table, making several of the Ascendants flinch. "I will not rest until he pays for this." One of the Ascendants, a dark-haired man with a calcting gaze, finally broke the silence. "Boss, if this Ethan Cole managed to infiltrate our systems that easily, he may have help we''re not aware of. Another techpany or even an ally from outside of And. We could investigate those avenues¡ªfind his weakness." Lucien sneered, the suggestion only fueling his anger. "That''s the obvious answer and one we''ve already considered. But we''re beyond assumptions here. I want actions, not empty ideas. I want Ethan Cole brought to his knees." Another Ascendant, a woman with steely eyes and a scar across her cheek, nodded. "We could disrupt NovaTech directly. We show him otherwise if he thinks he''s untouchable within his walls. We strike when he least expects it¡ªmake him understand that his little games have real consequences." Lucien''s scowl softened just a fraction, a glint of approval in his eyes. "Exactly the kind of thinking we need." He paused, letting his gaze settle over each of them. "I didn''t bring you here to simply listen to my grievances. You''re my Ascendants, each chosen for your strength and skill. I need you to deliver results." The five Ascendants shifted, their expressions hardening with determination. Lucien''s words were amand and a challenge they understood well. "Ethan Cole may think he''s won this round," Lucien continued, a vicious gleam in his eyes, "but this was only the beginning. We will dismantle his empire piece by piece until there''s nothing left but rubble." Another Ascendant, a woman with steely eyes and a scar tracing her cheek, leaned forward, her tone cautious. "We could disrupt NovaTech directly. But let''s not overlook the fact that Ethan managed to take down Anton from the Petrova family. He''s not entirely without skill and might have deeper connections." There was a brief pause before another Ascendant, a tall man with a mocking smirk, scoffed. "Anton? Hardly the Petrova family''s shining star. He''s far from the main heirs¡ªprobably just a pawn, nothing more. If Ethan thinks that counts as an aplishment, he''s delusional." Yet another Ascendant, a slender man with piercing eyes, shook his head. "Perhaps. But think about it. If Ethan didn''t hesitate to go up against someone with the Petrova name, it might hint at something more. He could be linked to one of those Grand Families, one of the hidden yers looking to make their mark in a ce like Novan City. They''d see it as the perfect testing ground." The suggestion hung in the air, drawing a wary silence from the group. The idea of a scion from an Ancient Family infiltrating the city, moving under the radar to build influence, was unsettling. Lucien''s scowl softened, but they brushed the notion aside with a dismissive wave. "Unlikely. Ethan''s not that strong¡ªAnton or not, his rank barely registers. He''s twenty years old and only at the Lower Star Apprentice level. Any true Ancient Family member would have surpassed that years ago." His words seemed to reassure the others, but he let his gaze linger on each of them, ensuring they understood the task. "We don''t need to overthink this. We strike, dismantle, and remind him who he''s dealing with." The five Ascendants exchanged looks, their expressions tightening with renewed resolve. They knew what Lucien expected. His words were amand, an unspoken vow of vengeance that they would see through. *** Ethan leaned back, his calm confidence filling the room as he looked around at the Iron Vanguards, Jessica, and Lena. Each face was eager, some showing quiet determination, others a flicker of excitement. Calder, however, appeared more intense than usual, his usualposure betrayed by a subtle clench of his jaw. "You all know the n," Ethan began. "To be the thirteenth Great Family in Novan City. It won''t be simple, and we''ll face resistance, but I believe in you and what we''re building here." Thorne smirked a glint of excitement in his eye. "About time someone gives those families a run for their money. They''ve monopolized power too long, treating everyone else like disposable resources." Jessica nodded. "From what I''ve seen, many people would wee that shift. The Great Families hold too much power only to serve themselves. They need a real rival." Ethan nodded. "Exactly. This isn''t about overthrowing them but creating something different. This family values its people and lifts up those who deserve it." Lucan, as stoic as ever, gave a single nod. "The other families won''t like it. But if anyone can pull it off, it''s this team." Calder, still silent, finally nced at Lucan, who returned his gaze with a subtle nod, encouraging him to speak. With a steady breath, Calder broke the silence. "Most of you don''t know this, but I have a reason to stand against the Great Families¡ªspecifically, the LaRues." The others turned to him, intrigued, and Calder continued, his voice steady but edged with bitterness. "My father was once an heir to the LaRue family, meant topete for the head. But Lucien''s father decided he wouldn''t risk thepetition. They framed my father, stripped him of his status, crippled him as an Ascendant, and left him in ruin." Calder''s gaze hardened. "My father never recovered. And my mother¡­ she fell ill from the poison they used on my father. She''s lived with that curse ever since." The room fell silent, and the shock was visible on the faces of the other Iron Vanguards. Even Seraph, who had seen her share of ruthless behavior, looked shaken. "Your parents¡­ were destroyed by them?" Rhea asked quietly, her gaze filled with sympathy. Calder nodded. "The LaRues have destroyed countless lives to keep their ce at the top. They guard their power ruthlessly, and no one dares challenge them." Ethan listened, absorbing the weight of Calder''s story. He hadn''t known the full depth of Calder''s past. Still, it resonated with his own reasons. The others absorbed Calder''s words in silence, and Flint finally broke it with a low chuckle. "Well, that just makes this even more satisfying. I look forward to seeing them squirm." Ethan nodded, his tone calm but firm. "Remember, this isn''t about going to war. We''re not bing another version of them¡ªwe''re here to build something better, sustainable, and different. We''ll do it smartly without bing them." Lena, silent until now, watched Ethan with an interested gaze as if searching for what had driven him to dare dream of challenging the Great Families. She was intrigued by his calm audacity and steady resolve in his voice, which went beyond ambition. Finally, Calder spoke, his tone softened but resolute. "It''s an ambitious n, but if anyone can disrupt their control, it''s you, Ethan. They won''t expect this¡ªnot from someone outside their world." Ethan''s expression softened with a hint of satisfaction. "That''s one of our advantages¡ªthe element of surprise. They see us as small yers, a mere nuisance. Let''s keep it that way for now." The group nodded, the weight of their mission settling over them. They knew the risks, but each was fueled by a shared purpose, bound together by a vision greater than their own.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om "We''re aiming to be the thirteenth Great Family," Ethan said, his gaze sweeping over each of them. "It''ll take patience, but if we stay focused, we''ll get there." With a final nod, the unspoken resolve filled the room. They were ready, each of themmitted to the path ahead. Chapter 73 A Pawn in the Game Ethan sat with Jessica and David in Novatech''s conference room, watching the BiteWaveunch metrics tick upward in real time. "Wow. I never imagined being part of something this big," Jessica murmured, her tone edged with nervous excitement. David nodded, sharing her anticipation. "Let''s just hope everything holds. The way the team pulled this off¡ªit''s incredible." Today was BiteWave''s officialunch day. It followed weeks of development and a rigorous beta test that yielded promising feedback from users and restaurant partners. What''s truly remarkable is that it was aplished in just a few weeks. David couldn''t help but admire the young man before him. While mostpanies would take months to achieve such progress, NovaTech, founded only a few weeks ago, already operates like a seasoned business. Ethan remained calm, a steady presence amid the tension in the room. He had confidence in his ability and the team''s work, knowing that his recent Intelligence boost had made all the difference in BiteWave''s early sess. Jessica nced over her tablet, where live stats streamed in. "We''re off to a strong start. Users are responding well, and our partner restaurants are already reporting a jump in orders." She let out a breath of relief. "It''s running just as nned¡ªsimple, clean, and rewarding for everyone involved." David, glued to the server load on his screen, leaned forward. "We''re ready for whateveres our way." He''d gathered just enough technical knowledge to read the numbers and see their stability. "BiteWave''s handling the scale, and the early responses show we''re providing something our users and partners genuinely need. It''s all holding steady." Suddenly, a notification shed on the big screen in front of them: 100,000 downloads. David grinned, and Jessica''s quiet smile matched the surge of aplishment they all felt. Just then, Nora from the support team poked her head in. Her expression lit up with excitement. "We did it¡ª100,000 downloads already!" Her voice could barely contain her enthusiasm. "And the numbers are still climbing." She went out quickly as how she poked her head in. Right after, a loud cheer went up around the room as Nora''s excitement spread, with faint sounds of celebration filtering in from the support team outside. Ethan''s gaze held a flicker of satisfaction, though he kept his tone calm. "Perfect. That''s exactly what we aimed for." David''s eyes caught another notification, and he raised an eyebrow as he scanned the brief report. "Interesting," he murmured, looking up. "Looks like SilverWave is having a rough timeints are flooding in about their servers crashing." Jessica nced over, intrigued. "You think that''s rted?" David exchanged a knowing look with Ethan. "Well, their problems started right after¡­ that incident of someone trying to pull data from BiteWave''s framework." "I''m not sure who is involved," Ethan said, his expression steady. "But¡­ since they dared to cross that line, they should be ready to deal with the consequences. If their systems couldn''t handle the ''gift'' I sent, that''s on them." David and Jessica were uncertain about how to respond. Ethan''s words were amusing but also felt a bit threatening. The reaction might depend on whether someone was a friend or an enemy. To escape that topic, Jessica checked her screen again, ncing at thetest user feedback. "Whatever''s going on with SilverWave, it''s working in our favor. Users seek stability, and BiteWave''s proving itself at the right time." Ethan nodded as the download count continued to climb, his gaze thoughtful as he leaned back in his chair. ''If it is SilverWave, that means the LaRue family is involved. They are ruthless, just as Calder said.'' While he was deep in thought, a few notifications chimed in. Ethan took out his new phone, pretending to check it casually as a few notifications sounded. This phone was a test to see if the system would still function seamlessly on any device he used¡ªand his experiment proved sessful. The system''s familiar interface showed him a series ofpleted missions. His eyebrows lifted in quiet surprise as he read through the updates. ===== [Mission Completed: Deliver Sess] Objective: Sessfully develop andunch the NovanCity Food Delivery App. Reward: 1. 5,000 EXP 2. 20 Ascension Points ===== [Mission: BiteWave Boosters] Objective: Help and increase the visibility of 20 struggling restaurants. 1. Improve their sales using BiteWave''s tform. 2. Ensure their dishes meet the required standards through testing and feedback. 3. Provide guidance on menu adjustments and help enhance their operations. Reward: 1. 15,000 EXP 2. Business Strategy Skill Unlock 3. BiteWave Expansion Kit ===== Ethan blinked at his screen, momentarily stunned to see the "BiteWave Boosters" mission marked aspleted. He hadn''t anticipated it¡ªbetween training Ascendants, managing BiteWave''sunch, and handling NovaTech''s growing reach, he''d hardly had time to focus on all twenty struggling restaurants individually. Yet here it was, missionplete. His initial guidance and the system''s support must have been enough. Setting his phone down, Ethan kept his expression neutral, masking his surprise. After a beat, he looked at Jessica. "By the way, how are the twenty restaurants we brought on doing? Any updates on their performance?" Jessica''s face brightened immediately. "Actually, they''re doing better than we''d hoped. Thanks to the changes you suggested in their dishes and presentation, many of them have turned into local favorites. Some are even attracting customers from nearby cities. Word''s spreading quickly."n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om David, who had been reviewing the app''s metrics, looked over it and was intrigued. "Wait, Ethan¡ªsince when are you the expert on menu fixes? Are you actually a good cook?" Jessicaughed, catching Ethan''s faint smile as he shrugged modestly. "David, you have no idea," she teased. "You should try Ethan''s cooking sometime. Once you do, you''ll be craving it for days." Ethan chuckled softly, enjoying the brief reprieve from their work intensity. "It''s just practice," he replied lightly. However, he felt satisfied that his culinary guidance had impacted the vendors. Jessica nodded, her tone sincere. "Those small tweaks you suggested in their dishes made all the difference. BiteWave isn''t just a tform anymore¡ªit''s helping these ces be something special. It''s giving them a real shot, and people are noticing." Ethan allowed himself a small nod. With the added benefits of BiteWave''s sess, NovaTech slowly began carving out a unique role in Novan City¡ªnot only as a tech yer but also as a force improving lives and businesses. Outside the conference room, Steven sat alone, trembling as he stared at the floor, beads of sweat gathering on his forehead. While the rest of the team celebrated BiteWave''s sess,ughter and cheers echoing through the office, Steven felt only a deepening sense of dread. He had seen the flood of negative reviews hitting SilverWave''s apps and software, knowing he was in dangerous territory. A sharp and chilling message arrived from Lucien''s bodyguard earlier. The man appeared at Steven''s apartment just hours after Ethan''s prank humiliated Lucien and the others. Furious and looking for retribution, Lucien wasn''t about to let the matter rest. The message was clear: Steven now had one job: cing a virus into Novatech''s system. The bodyguard hadn''t minced words, reminding Steven why he had agreed to spy on NovaTech in the first ce. Lucien held his wife and two children captive. If Steven dared to back out, if he even hesitated, their lives would be the price. The bodyguard''s threats had been quiet but terrifying, each word a reminder of the misery that awaited if he failed. Now, sitting there with his hands trembling, Steven felt the weight of the impossible decision bearing down on him. He was supposed to install a virus that would corrupt NovaTech''s entire server, wipe out everything they''d built, and send thepany into ruin. But his stomach churned as he looked at the team celebrating, their joy tangible and earned. Steven clenched his fists, his nails biting into his palms as he tried to steady his breath. ''How should I sit here and work when I know they''re in danger?'' The thought twisted in his mind, relentless and agonizing, gnawing at him until he felt like he might snap. Every email, every nce at the screen felt absurd, a pointless charade when the lives of his wife and children hung in the bnce. ''I can''t even go to the police, he thought bitterly. Lucien''s got them in his pocket¡ªevery high-ranking officer, every avenue I''d ever think to take. If I try anything, he''ll know.'' He felt trapped, bound by invisible chains that tightened with every passing second. Theughter and celebrations from the conference room sounded hollow, mocking even. ''Why me? Out of everyone, why did it have to be me?'' He wanted to scream, tosh out, but he couldn''t. All he could do was sit here, ying the obedient worker while dread wed at his insides. He knew who Lucien was. He knew exactly what the LaRue family was capable of¡ªtheir influence, ruthlessness, and iron grip on Novan City. ''I''ve read the stories. I know what they''ve done to others. But¡­ why am I the one paying the price?'' The unfairness of it all burned, simmering beneath his fear. He was an easy pawn in Lucien''s game, trapped and helpless. Whenever he thought of his family, their faces shed before him¡ªhis wife''s gentle smile, his children''sughter. It is all gone instantly if I don''t follow his orders. But to destroy NovaTech from the inside¡­ how can I do that? The thought was suffocating. No matter which way he turned, he was cornered. Unbeknownst to Steven and the others, Ethan stood at the conference room door, his gaze fixed on Steven''s hunched figure across the office. The rest of the team was still caught up in the celebration. Still, Ethan''s attention had shifted, drawn by the sight of Steven''s pale, trembling hands, his fingers clenching and unclenching as if holding onto something invisible. Ethan''s eyes narrowed as he observed Steven''s distress. His movements were jittery, and his eyes darted around the room as if searching for an escape. Ethan had been on edge about a possible insider in NovaTech since SilverWave''s aggressive moves to steal BiteWave''s data. Now, seeing Steven in this state, Ethan''s suspicions crystallized. ''It''s him...'' But a new thought settled as Ethan studied Steven''s clenched jaw and haunted eyes. Steven''s distress wasn''t the look of someone who''d been caught or felt guilty. It was deeper¡ªa look of raw desperation, like a man whose world was closing in. ''What if he''s not doing this willingly?'' Ethan has a negative impression of the LaRue family, especially after hearing what happened to Calder''s parents. They had a reputation for ruthlessness, using people''s lives as leverage and manipting others to achieve their goals. Ethan knew that if they wanted something, they would not hesitate to use any means necessary to get it. ''Could Steven be one of their victims?'' Ethan thought the suspicion tempered now with curiosity and a flicker of empathy. If Lucien had threatened Steven or his family, that would have exined the man''s visible fear and istion from the celebration. Ethan leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms, mind racing. ''If he''s just another pawn in Lucien''s game, how should I help?'' Chapter 74 Bound by Purpose Steven had already distanced himself from the celebration. He wandered to one of Novatech''s designated work areas, an open and vibrant space filled with sleek desks, colorful seating pods, and lush indoor nts that softened the high-tech edges. The building was buzzing with energy, but Steven had found a quiet corner by the window, far enough from the main activity to let his mind settle. The flexible work environment at Novatech allowed him to slip away without attracting attention, especially since everyone moved at their own pace and was encouraged to work wherever they felt inspired. For Steven, this quiet corner felt like an escape. He sank into one of the plush chairs, staring absently out the window at thendscaped grounds below. In a different situation, he might have foundfort in this space¡ªthe thoughtful design, the greenery, the hum of innovation in the air. But today, it all felt stifling. Steven felt helpless, trapped in a situation that seemed to close in on him from all sides. He knew Ethan wasn''t like other tech CEOs who left the intricate work to their teams. Ethan had a remarkable grasp of the BiteWave app¡ªperhaps even more than anyone else in Novatech. Steven was sure that Ethan could develop the app from scratch if he wanted to. If Ethan ever suspected an inside leak, he would quickly be able to trace it back to him. A dark thought crept into Steven''s mind, something he never would have considered in another time, another life. Maybe if he disappeared¡­ if he simply ended things¡­ he could save his family from this nightmare. But then the image of his wife and children shed in his mind, stopping the thought cold. They needed him, even if he felt powerless to protect them from Lucien''s threats. He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn''t hear the footsteps behind him until a voice broke the silence. "Steven." The sound sent a chill through him. He recognized it immediately¡ªEthan''s calm, steady tone. Steven stammered, struggling to find his words. "M-Mr. Cole¡­ I didn''t expect¡­ I mean¡­ why are you here?" Ethan smiled warmly, a reassuring expression that cut through the air of panic around Steven. "No need to be nervous, Steven," he said calmly and steadily. "I know what''s going on. You don''t have to worry." Steven''s heart pounded. Mr. Cole knew? He hadn''t expected this moment toe so soon¡ªor Ethan would be soposed. Seeing the distress in Steven''s eyes, Ethan stepped closer, lowering his voice to aforting, disarming tone. "Look, Steven, I can tell something''s weighing on you. You don''t have to say anything just yet, but whatever trouble you''re in¡­ I might be able to help." On the brink of copse, Steven felt his burden crushing down, leaving him nowhere to turn. Without warning, he clutched Ethan''s shoulders, hisposure shattering as he broke down, tears streaming down his face. "Mr. Cole, I¡ªI couldn''t keep it in anymore. I gave them the data, the whole framework, everything. It was Lucien, SilverWave¡­ he has my family. My wife, my kids¡ªthey''re all I have, and he''s holding them as leverage." His voice cracked under the pressure, each word heavy with guilt and desperation. "He said¡­ he said if I didn''t do it, he''d¡­ he''d¡­" Steven couldn''t finish, his voice trailing off into broken sobs. Ethan stayed silent, letting Steven''s words wash over him without interruption. He knew a man pushed to the edge, especially an ordinary person like Steven, would buckle under this threat. Steven wasn''t a criminal; he was just a father, a husband forced into a dark corner by a powerful and ruthless man. As Steven''s tears slowed, Ethan ced a reassuring hand on his shoulder, his expression calm and steady. He didn''t need to say anything yet¡ªsometimes, silence held more strength than words. He simply let Steven release the weight he''d been carrying, the fear and the guilt that had nearly crushed him. Ethan gently ced Steven''s trembling hands back down, his grip firm yet reassuring. He offered Steven a calm, confident smile that seemed to radiate assurance. "Steven, everything''s going to be alright," Ethan said softly, his voice steady. "I''ll help you get your family back, I promise." Steven blinked, his expression shifting from confusion to disbelief. He''d braced himself for anger, usations, and everything except this¡ªEthan''s calm demeanor and unwavering confidence. "You¡­ you''re not angry, Mr. Cole?" Steven''s voice was barely a whisper, his gaze searching Ethan''s face, trying to make sense of his reaction. Ethan shook his head slightly, his smile never wavering. "No, Steven. Anger won''t solve anything here. Right now, the priority is making sure your family is safe. We''ll take care of this." Steven''s eyes welled up again, not out of fear but of an overwhelming relief he hadn''t felt in what seemed like forever. Ethan''s assurance felt like a lifeline he hadn''t known he needed. "But how¡­?" Steven stammered, still stunned. "Lucien, the LaRues¡ªthey''re ruthless. They control so much. How can you¡­" Ethan''s expression grew slightly more serious, though his confidence never faltered. "The LaRues may think they''re untouchable, but everyone has a weak spot. We''ll find it. For now, I need you to trust me." Steven nodded slowly, his heart pounding but his resolve growing. Ethan''s calm strength filled him with renewed hope¡ªperhaps, finally, he wasn''t alone in this. *** Nearly every Ascendant Ethan had hired at the training ground stood assembled, a palpable tension filling the space. Other than the two Iron Vanguards assigned to protect Ethan''s family, all members of the elite group and the additional Ascendants Ethan had brought in were present. Whispers passed among the Ascendants, each wondering what this gathering was about. They shared nces, curiosity evident, as they tried to piece together what could warrant such a meeting. Lucan, the Iron Vanguards'' leader, stood silent at the forefront of the group, waiting for the murmurs to die down. When the room finally quieted, he stepped forward, his steady gaze sweeping over the assembled Ascendants. "Ethan Cole has made a decision," Lucan began, his voice resonant, carrying authority. "He intends to establish a new family¡ªthe Cole family. Not just any family, but one with the strength and influence to challenge the Great Families in Novan City." A wave of silence followed his words, heavy and unbroken. The thought of a new family rising to challenge the established order was nothing short of audacious, yet no one dared to scoff or question it. They''d seen what Ethan could provide; resources, security, and opportunities beyond what most could have imagined. And, if anything, there was a sense that this was only the beginning¡ªthat whatever they''d seen so far was far from Ethan''s true potential. Those who had doubts kept them silent. They knew Ethan could easily find others¡ªAscendants even stronger and more skilled than themselves or the Iron Vanguards. None of them wanted to risk their ce in what could be one of the most influential families in Novan City. One question, however, hung unspoken in the minds of everyone present. Where did the Iron Vanguards stand? Lucan''s words hadid out Ethan''s vision. Still, they wanted to know¡ªwere the Iron Vanguards going to be part of this, the Cole family? Sensing the unasked question, Lucan paused, letting his gaze settle on each of the Iron Vanguards by his side before addressing the crowd. "We, the Iron Vanguards, had fought in more battles than I can count and faced threats that would bring most people to their knees," Lucan said, his tone steady. "But this? This is a cause we believe in. Ethan isn''t just another employer. What he''s building here¡ªthis family¡ªholds a purpose worth standing for. So yes, we are with him. The Iron Vanguards will be a part of the Cole family!" The Iron Vanguards'' expressions were resolute, and a murmur of agreement swept through them. They were known for their loyalty, strength, and honor. Joining the Cole family was more than a job; it was amitment to a vision they respected. The other Ascendants exchanged nces, and a shift in the air became palpable. Seeing the Iron Vanguards'' resolve and loyalty, some of their own doubts began to fade. If even these elite warriors stood by Ethan''s side, perhaps this wasn''t just another fleeting ambition. Lucan''s gaze swept over the assembled Ascendants. "For those of you who wish to join the Cole family, step forward now," he announced. "If you decide otherwise, you can continue with us under your existing contracts. And for anyone who feels this isn''t the right path, you may withdraw without consequence." For a brief moment, the room was silent. Then, almost as one, the Ascendants moved forward, a determined light in their eyes. Excitement brimmed within them¡ªmissing out on this opportunity was unthinkable. Only a fool would turn down the chance to be part of something as significant as the Cole family. Their decision was swift and clear, backed by reasons they all understood deeply. First and foremost, there was the Iron Vanguards themselves. They were seasoned fighters and a disciplined, loyal force, renowned as among the strongest Middle Star Soldier Ascendants. If the Iron Vanguards, with their unwavering values and loyalty, were willing to stand behind Ethan, it spoke volumes about what kind of family the Coles would be. Then there was Ethan himself. Many had witnessed his leadership style and respect for those under hismand. He wasn''t some out-of-touch figurehead; he understood the world of Ascendants from the inside, possessing strength and potential of his own. His confidence was tempered with purpose, making him a leader worth following.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om Finally, there was the undeniable reality of what Ethan had already provided them. The training grounds, the resources, the protection¡ªeverything was built to elevate them, to give them the tools they needed to grow stronger. They believed this was only the beginning. If Ethan could aplish all this quickly, they could only imagine whaty ahead if they pledged themselves fully to his cause. One by one, the Ascendants met Lucan''s eyes with nods of agreement, their collective decision clear. The room buzzed with renewed energy, an unspoken unity settling over them as they took this step together. Lucan acknowledged their decision with a slight nod of approval. "Then we''re all aligned," he said, a hint of pride in his voice. "From now on, you are not just hired hands¡ªyou are Cole family members. We stand together for something greater than we could achieve alone." A ripple of pride spread through the room. The weight of Lucan''s words settled in their chests, binding them with a shared purpose. They weren''t just following orders; they were joining a cause, building a family from the ground up with the promise of loyalty, strength, and a new future. Chapter 75 Middle Star Apprentice As Mark navigated the busy streets, Ethan settled back in the car''s leather seat. The city lights blurred past, casting a quiet glow over the vehicle''s interior. It had been a long, eventful day, but his mind stayed sharp, focused on whaty ahead. A faint chime from his phone drew his attention. He nced down, noticing a new notification in the Great Family Panel. Curious, he opened it, and a detailed breakdown appeared before him. ===== [Great Family] Total Members = 200 ===== ''Two hundred members? I believe the Iron Vanguards had done their job. But... To have every one of them joining is an amazing feat.'' He thought they''de a long way in such a short time. He looked at the summary of the members'' strengths. ===== [Cole Family Strength Summary] Total Members: 200 1. Middle Star Soldier Ascendants: 7 2. Higher Star Apprentice Ascendants: 23 3. High Star Apprentice Ascendants: 30 4. Middle Star Apprentice Ascendants: 40 5. Low Star Apprentice Ascendants: 50 6. Lower Star Apprentice Ascendants: 50 ===== Ethan''s gaze lingered on the numbers. As he reviewed the ranks, a realization tempered his satisfaction. "I need more people in the Soldier rank," Ethan thought. "Or is there a way for me to level these people up... just like I am?" If he could use the Unlimited System to assist him in developing his Great Family, it would make things much easier for him. He believed there had to be a way for the system to assist him. What concerned Ethan the most was that his highest-ranking members would only be at the Higher Star Apprentice level without the Iron Vanguards. That would still represent a significant force, but they wouldg far behind the Elders of the Great Families. Ethan recalled that some of these Great Families had as many as twelve Middle Star Soldier Ascendants each. It was evident that there was a considerable gap in strength. ''I need to find ways to strengthen everyone. I can''t just depend on the Iron Vanguards, and I can''t be present everywhere at all times,'' Ethan pondered, his expression troubled. Ethan leaned back, his fingers tapping thoughtfully on the phone screen. He needed a way to elevate his Ascendants, to ensure they could hold their own against any opposition. If he was to position the Cole family among Novan City''s elite, they couldn''t just rely on numbers. They would need true strength that could match or even surpass the Great Families. The Iron Vanguards brought a unique advantage, but seven Middle Star Soldier Ascendants wouldn''t be enough to go toe-to-toe with Novan City''s best. For the Cole family to grow into a force that could truly rival the Great Families, he needed a n to elevate everyone, from the strongest Ascendants down to the Lower Star Apprentices. "I need to get stronger, too," murmured Ethan, feeling the weight of his challenges. Mark nced at him in the rearview mirror, curious but respectful. "I am sorry. Do you need anything, Mr. Cole?" Ethan looked up, giving him a faint smile. "Nope. Sorry. Just thinking about what''s next aloud, Mark." The driver nodded knowingly. "You''ve got a lot on your shoulders, sir, but I''ve no doubt you''ll find your way through it." Ethan smiled at the reassurance. "Thanks, Mark." Later, Ethan opened the Shop Panel, his eyes focused as he scrolled through the avable items. He was looking for something that would quickly and permanently boost his attributes. It had been a while since he had carefully explored the panel, so he took his time reviewing the items, weighing the benefits of each one. ===== [Shop Panel] ===== Strength Enhancer Description: Permanently increases Strength by 10 points. Price: 10 Ascension Points Speed Booster Description: Permanently increases Speed by 10 points. Price: 10 Ascension Points Endurance Fortifier Description: Permanently increases Endurance by 10 points. Price: 10 Ascension Points Intelligence Amplifier Description: Permanently increases Intelligence by 10 points. Price: 10 Ascension Points Charisma Enhancer Description: Permanently increases Charisma by 10 points. Price: 10 Ascension Points Comprehensive Attribute Elixir Description: Permanently boosts all attributes (Strength, Speed, Endurance, Intelligence, Charisma) by 15 points. Price: 20 Ascension Points Energy Surge Potion Description: Temporarily doubles all physical attributes for one hour, ideal for critical battle moments. Cooldown: 48 hours. Price: 15 Ascension Points Armor Skin Solution Description: Permanently enhances resilience to physical attacks, reducing damage taken in battle by 5%. Price: 12 Ascension Points Tactical Awareness Enhancer Description: Boosts strategic awareness and tactical decision-making inbat situations for one hour. Cooldown: 24 hours. Price: 8 Ascension Points Combat Spirit Serum Description: Permanently increases attack and defense capabilities by 5%, enhancing overall battle performance. Price: 10 Ascension Points [New items unlocked at Level 12] ===== ''I need everything I can get to boost my attributes,'' thought Ethan. He felt that the system was tougher on him than on others. He believed that most Ascendants'' ranks were primarily determined by their Strength, Speed, and Endurance. He thought Intelligence or Charisma might y a role in rare cases, especially for those with a battle style that relied on gadgets or charm spells. Even Ethan wasn''t sure if such Ascendants actually existed. But given what was happening to him, he realized that anything was possible. As he examined the list, Ethan considered his options carefully. The Comprehensive Attribute Elixir was tempting for its bnced enhancement across all attributes. ''This will definitely be my choice.'' Still, he also saw the value in focusing on the other items. The Energy Surge Potion and Armor Skin Solution were appealing for their tactical advantages. However, he knew that his main priority should be making steady andsting improvements for now. He needed something dependable that he could always count on. After a moment of thought, Ethan decided to select the first six items, knowing they would provide a solid andsting foundation for his growing power. ''Fingers crossed that everything turns out great!'' Ethan took a deep breath, his fingers hovering over the confirm button as he finalized his selection. The items he chose would cost a substantial amount of his Ascension Points. Almost all. But, he knew the investment would pay off, pushing him and the Cole family closer to being a formidable force in Novan City. He believed that as the leader, he needed to be the strongest. Ethan realized that the respect he was gaining came primarily from Lucan''s polite treatment of him. He also understood that Lena was somehow behind this change in attitude, though he wasn''t sure how she managed it. Determined to earn respect for his own abilities, Ethan resolved to be stronger. As he confirmed each purchase, he could feel a subtle surge of energy coursing through him with every item he purchased. ===== Strength Enhancer Purchased - 10 Ascension Points deducted. Speed Booster Purchased - 10 Ascension Points deducted. Endurance Fortifier Purchased - 10 Ascension Points deducted. Intelligence Amplifier Purchased - 10 Ascension Points deducted. Charisma Enhancer Purchased - 10 Ascension Points deducted. Comprehensive Attribute Elixir Purchased - 20 Ascension Points deducted. [Remaining Ascension Points: 1] ===== Ethan watched as his status panel updated, feeling the immediate impact of the items he had just purchased. None of these items could be stored in his Inventory, so he immediately felt their effects. Each attribute boost settled into his body like a newyer of strength, a subtle but unmistakable enhancement of his physical and mental capabilities. ===== [Status Panel] Name: Ethan Cole Level: 11 Rank: Middle Star Apprentice EXP: 49500 / 60000 Ascension Points: 1 Wealth: Unlimited Attributes: Strength: 99 Speed: 99 Endurance: 97 Intelligence: 102 Charisma: 94 Free Attribute Points: 0 ===== Congrattions! You have reached the Middle Star Apprentice Ascendant. A Mystery Reward awaits. Do you wish to open it now? ===== "Open." Ethan clicked on the notification. To his surprise, he discovered an incredible new skill had been added to his arsenal. ===== [Skill Unlocked: Divine Eyes (Basic)] Description: Enables scanning individuals'' primary attributes up to the pinnacle of Soldier Ascendants.N?v(el)B\\jnn ===== ''This is really amazing...'' Ethan couldn''t help but feel impressed by the skill. His eyes widened as he read the description. This skill was precisely what he needed¡ªan invaluable tool to assess both allies and adversaries. With this ability, he could strategically assist every Coles member while also identifying potential attributes they could develop. He could jot down the details of each member''s strengths and then ask the Iron Vanguards to create the best training programs. If anyone questioned how he knew this or how he arrived at the numbers indicating their strength, speed, endurance, and other factors, he could simply im that it was a unique ability bestowed upon him by a god or something simr. After all, as the leader, he didn''t feel the need to exin everything to everyone. Additionally, he could use his intelligence to devise a device capable of testing and providing equally urate results. The key difference was that he could immediately get results just by observing anyone he focused his skill on. While lost in thought, Ethan received another notification about a mission for his Great Family. ''Missions? Will it be different from the ones I''ve been doing?'' Ethan''s mind raced with possibilities. He wondered what kind of mission the system would assign to his family this time. Chapter 76 Unexpected Reception Ethan opened the Great Family panel, curious about what missions were avable. As he read through the options, he felt a surge of satisfaction. These missions were direct, purposeful, and exactly what the Cole family needed to establish themselves in Novan City. ===== [Great Family Missions] 1. Mission: City Patrol Objective: Patrol the city to reduce destruction and vitions caused by gang activities for three consecutive days. Rewards: 100 Basic Strength Potions each day. 2. Mission: Community Assistance Objective: Assist people and businesses facing harassment from local gangs. Actively protect vulnerable areas for three consecutive days. Rewards: 100 Basic Speed Potions each day. 3. Mission: Establish the Cole Family''s Presence Objective: While performing the first two missions, make the Cole family''s name known as a force in Novan City. Rewards: 100 Basic Endurance Potions each day. ===== Ethan reviewed the missions critically, his mind racing with ideas on allocating the family members most effectively. These tasks were the perfect opportunity to get the Cole family involved in the city''s day-to-day struggles, showing their strength and dedication to the people. He thought about the rewards; Strength, Speed, and Endurance potions. These were small gains but would add up over time, benefiting every family member. Plus, the public would start associating the Cole family with security and support, a wee change in a city dominated by the Great Families'' impersonal influence. Ethan thought, ''I can get these guys to start wearing our family''s emblem.'' Satisfied, Ethan made a quick n, thinking about which members would be ideal for each mission. The rewards were just a bonus; the real goal was to get the Cole family moving, gaining trust and building a reputation that even the Great Families couldn''t ignore.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om Ethan''s train of thought was interrupted by a sudden jolt as the car came to an unexpected halt. He nced up, sensing something unusual. "Mark, what''s going on?" he called out, his voice steady yet curious. Mark leaned slightly forward, his eyes narrowed as he looked ahead. "It seems a group of people is blocking the road, Mr. Cole. They''re just¡­ standing there, as if they''re waiting for someone." Ethan looked through the windshield and saw a small group of figures silhouetted under the streetlights, motionless and seemingly focused on his car. They weren''t the usual passerby, and something about the way they stood, their deliberate stillness, sent a ripple of tension through the air. Ethan narrowed his gaze, assessing the situation. "They are blocking the road intentionally." "It seems that way," Mark replied, his tone cautious but calm. Ethan''s mind raced through possibilities. This wasn''t an ideal moment for interruptions. Still, if they were here for him, it could mean trouble¡ªor perhaps an opportunity. He took a steadying breath and nced at Mark. "Stay here, Mark. I''ll handle this." Ethan stepped out of the car, his posture calm but watchful as he moved to face the figures standing in his path, ready to confront whatever¡ªor whoever¡ªawaited him. As Ethan approached the group, he focused his gaze, activating his newly acquired skill, Divine Eyes. Instantly, a faint ovey of information flickered into view, revealing each individual''s rank and attributes with crisp rity. ''Middle Star Apprentice Ascendants,'' he noted, one after the other. The numbers were consistent, and each stood with a confidence that matched their strength. He could even see their attributes. Most had attributes between 75 and 80 points in Strength, Speed, and Endurance. ''Early stage of the Middle Star,'' he thought. Ethan''s eyes moved over the group, cataloging their abilities. Although they weren''t at the highest level he''d encountered, Middle Star Apprentice Ascendants were no small force. It wouldn''t be something trivial if they were here with a purpose. Satisfied with the readout, he lowered his focus, carefully gauging their intent while keeping his expression neutral. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he asked, "To what do I owe this¡­ personal reception?" With a cold expression, one of the men, clearly the leader, said, "Ethan Cole," his tone sharp. "The Great Families aren''t pleased with all the noise you''ve been makingtely. You''re stepping into ces you don''t belong." Another man in the group smirked, crossing his arms. "We''re here to ensure you understand how things work in Novan City. You''re not as untouchable as you think." Ethan''s expression turned slightly amused. "A lesson, is it?" He nced at each of them, his gaze steady, clearly unfazed by their threats. "So you''re here to teach me the city''s rules?" The leader gave a thin, mocking smile. "Consider it a warning. You may think you''re clever, Cole, but you''re just a nobody trying to make a name for himself. You don''t get to decide how things run around here." A familiar chime sounded in his mind as Ethan squared off with the group¡ªa system notification. Without lowering his guard on the group in front of him, he nced briefly at the interface in his peripheral vision. ===== [New Mission: Show of Strength] Objective: Defeat the enemies sent by the Great Families to teach you a "lesson." Reward: 5000 EXP, 15 Ascension Points, Advanced Combat Skill Voucher ===== A small smile crept onto Ethan''s face as he read the notification. Perfect timing. He hadn''t nned to waste his energy on this little ambush, but if the system saw fit to reward him, the fight seemed worth his time. The leader''s mocking smile faded as he tightened his stance, his eyes narrowing with focused intent. With a quick signal, he and his three allies spread out, positioning themselves to surround Ethan. There was no more talking; they were here to deliver a message and intended to make it hurt. The first man lunged, his speed belying his size as he closed the distance with a heavy, crushing blow aimed at Ethan''s side. Ethan sidestepped smoothly, letting the punch cut through empty air as he pivoted, his stance effortlessly bnced. Immediately, the second man joined the assault, aiming a quick, sharp kick toward Ethan''s head. Ethan''s reflexes kicked in, and he ducked, the attacker''s leg sailing just over him as he used the momentum to sweep the man''s other leg from under him. The would-be assant stumbled, barely regaining his footing as Ethan shifted back to center. The remaining two attackers moved in, one with rapid, calcted jabs and the other preparing a heavier blow. Ethan''s Divine Eyes registered their movements and attributes in real-time, a subtle ovey helping him anticipate each strike with almost uncanny uracy. He deflected the jabs with ease, moving gracefully between them, his footwork creating space just as the heavy blow came down, narrowly missing him. With an upward strike, Ethannded a precise hit on the man''s arm, numbing it and sending his opponent staggering back with a sharp intake of breath. The leader''s smirk twisted into a scowl. "Is that all you''ve got, Cole?" he sneered, trying to maintain control as his confidence wavered. Ethan''s expression remained calm, a faint amusement flickering in his eyes. "If this is your idea of a warning," he replied, "you might want to reconsider who''s giving the lesson here." His words seemed to ignite the leader''s fury. The man growled and rushed forward, fists raised, putting his full strength into each punch. But Ethan anticipated every move, sidestepping and countering with sharp, controlled strikes that exploited their every weakness. One by one, his opponents began to falter, the realization dawning that Ethan wasn''t just defending¡ªhe was inplete control. Ethan sighed quietly, his expression turning from mild amusement to a hardened focus. "I don''t have time for this," he said, his tone edged with finality. He shifted his stance, feet grounded firmly beneath him, his arms raised in a ssic Muay Thai guard. His opponents hesitated for a split second, noticing the change in his posture, the purposeful stillness in his movements¡ªa predator preparing to strike. Without warning, Ethan moved in with a powerful forward step,unching his knee into the ribs of the closest attacker with devastating force. The man''s breath left him in a sharp gasp as he crumpled back, clutching his side. The next attacker, seeing his chance, rushed in from the left. Ethan responded instantly, pivoting on his back foot as he drove a precise elbow strike straight into the man''s jaw, sending him reeling with the brutal impact. The man stumbled, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, eyes wide with shock. One of the remaining attackers circled around, his fists raised defensively, clearly more cautious now. But Ethan was relentless. Closing the gap in a sh, he delivered a rapid series of kicks to the man''s legs, each blow designed to break down his stance and weaken his foundation. As the man wobbled, Ethan capitalized with a final, crushing knee to the chest, sending him sprawling to the ground, wheezing for air. The leader, thest one standing, looked around at his downedrades, eyes wide with disbelief. He red at Ethan, his earlier confidence now reced with a mixture of fear and rage. "You¡­ you''ll regret this," he stammered, trying to regain hisposure. Ethan''s gaze remained steady, unflinching. "No," he replied, his voice as cold as steel. "You''re the ones who underestimated me." Ethan closed the distance in a final, powerful move, delivering a spinning elbow strike that connected squarely with the leader''s temple. The man''s eyes rolled back as he crumpled to the ground, defeated. Ethan stepped back, taking in the scene with a calm breath. His stance rxed as he looked over the fallen attackers, his expression devoid of sympathy. "Next time," he said quietly, "choose your battles more wisely." Chapter 77 The Warlords The five Lower Star Soldier Ascendants under Lucien sat around a secluded meeting room, the tension between them palpable as they absorbed thetest report. Darius, their leader¡ªa towering figure with close-cropped dark hair and a scar across his brow¡ªbroke the silence, his voice measured and controlled. "So, Ethan Cole managed to take down all four of them. Alone." Vera, a sharp-eyed woman known for her calcted approach, narrowed her gaze. "All of them? That doesn''t make sense. Last we heard, he was barely a Lower Apprentice. Either someone''s feeding us bad information, or he''s hiding much more power than we thought." Rhys, ever the quiet strategist, leaned back, his expression thoughtful. "Doesn''t add up. No one at that level should be able to handle four Middle Star Ascendants by themselves. Maybe he has connections or allies backing him we don''t know about." The youngest of the group, Hale, leaned forward, impatience flickering in his eyes. "Or he''s got tricks we didn''t seeing. Either way, we underestimated him. What''s the n now?" Darius''s brow furrowed as he considered their next move. "We keep this from Lucien until we know what we''re dealing with. If Cole''s stronger than we expected, we need to find out how much stronger and whether he has outside support." Ss, the quietest of the group, nodded, his eyes glinting with resolve. "We can watch him from a distance, gather intel, and see if any allies show up. If he''s linked to someone influential, we don''t want to set off rms before we understand the situation." Darius took this in, nodding slowly. "Agreed. Keep this contained. We''ll observe and dig deeper before making any move." He met each of their gazes in turn, solidifying the pact. With final nods, they agreed to proceed with caution¡ªthis time, determined to handle Ethan Cole with a level of respect they hadn''t granted him before. *** The meeting room in the Cole family''s main residence was thick with silence. Ethan stood at the head of the table, his gaze steady as he looked over the Iron Vanguards assembled before him. All were present except Axel and Flint, who were away on assignment. Not a single word was spoken; they waited, their attention fixed solely on Ethan, anticipation clear in their eyes. Ethan took a measured breath, letting the silence linger a moment longer before he spoke. "On my way here from NovaTech, I was intercepted," he began, his tone calm but carrying an edge. "Four Ascendants¡ªa team of Middle Star Apprentices¡ªblocked the road, waiting for me. They weren''t amateurs, either. It was clear they came with intent." A flicker of reaction crossed the faces of the Iron Vanguards. Lucan''s eyes narrowed, and Rhea leaned forward slightly, her expression sharpening. "They imed they were sent to teach me a lesson," Ethan continued, keeping his gaze steady on each of them. "Sent by the Great Families, or at least by those who support them." Ethan allowed a slight pause before delivering the next part. "I was able to handle them," he said simply as if he were discussing something routine. That single sentence shifted the air in the room. The Iron Vanguards exchanged nces, eyebrows raised and expressions flickering with barely concealed surprise. They knew that the kind of leap from handling basic threats to single-handedly defeating four Middle Star Apprentice Ascendants was no small feat. Yesterday, by their understanding, Ethan had only been at the Low Star Apprentice level. Lucan, usuallyposed, was the first to speak, his voice low and questioning. "Ethan, yesterday¡­ you were at the Low Star Apprentice level, right? That''s what we thought, at least." Rhea''s eyes narrowed as she studied him, almost as if searching for some hidden truth. "And in less than a day, you managed to reach this level of strength?" Ethan met their questioning looks, a slight, unreadable smile touching his lips. He knew they deserved an exnation but wanted them to see he wasn''t just an ordinary leader. Not anymore. "I understand your surprise," he replied, his tone calm yet carrying an undertone of confidence. "Let''s just say¡­ circumstances have allowed me to progress faster than usual." The Iron Vanguards continued to exchange nces, a mixture of curiosity and something close to respect beginning to take shape in their expressions. Ethan smiled, his expression brightening with a beaming confidence that caught the Iron Vanguards'' attention. "This," he said, his voice steady but filled with conviction, "is something that I n for each of you in the family to experience as well." Once again, the Iron Vanguards were left stunned, exchanging nces, each trying to gauge the others'' reactions. The boldness of Ethan''s im¡ªit was nearly inconceivable. Powering up so quickly, and now suggesting he could do the same for every family member? It defied everything they understood about advancement. How could someone, especially one so new to the ranks of Ascendants, speak with such certainty about something most would consider impossible? The silence was finally broken as Calder leaned forward, his brow furrowed. "Ethan, how exactly do you n to aplish this? Powering up an entire family¡ªit''s... unheard of." Ethan met Calder''s gaze with unwavering confidence, a small, enigmatic smile ying on his lips. "I have my ways, Calder. But I''ll need your trust to make it work. There are a few things I need to set in motion first." He paused, letting his words sink in. "And one of those things is establishing the position of Elders. In the Cole family, they''ll be known as Warlords." The room grew colder, a subtle shift that brought a faint chill down the spine of each Iron Vanguard present. They understood the weight of that title¡ªWarlords. It wasn''t just a position. It was a deration. Lucan''s steady voice broke through the tension. "Ethan, a title like that¡­ it''s not something to hand out lightly." His expression was serious, his eyes holding the same determination that had guided him through countless battles. "Warlords, or Elders¡ªwhatever we call it, such a role belongs to those with unmatched strength and skill. And by that standard, I don''t believe any of us here qualify." The others nodded subtly, each Iron Vanguard acknowledging Lucan''s point. Ethan shook his head, his expression unwavering. "That''s what you think, Lucan," he replied, his voice firm yet encouraging. "But I see it differently. There''s no one more suited to lead as Warlords in this family than the ones standing here right now." The Iron Vanguards exchanged uncertain nces, processing Ethan''s unexpected confidence in them. Rhea shifted, looking down as if to steady herself against the weight of his words. Ethan continued, his gaze moving over each of them. "And if you''re worried about not measuring up to the Elders in the other Great Families," he said, a spark of determination in his eyes, "don''t be. With what I have in hand, it''s only a matter of time before you surpass them." The room was silent, the weight of his promise hanging heavy in the air. Ethan''s confidence was undeniable, and for the first time, the Iron Vanguards felt a flicker of something unfamiliar yetpelling¡ªa belief that perhaps, under Ethan''s leadership, they could be something far greater than they''d ever imagined. Ethan''s gaze was steady as he spoke, each word carrying a quiet intensity. "I need you all to believe in this vision," he said, his voice unwavering. "In less than a week, I will help you reach the High Star Soldier Ascendants rank." The Iron Vanguards stared at him, expressions shifting from skepticism to awe as he continued. "And as for myself," he added, a faint, confident smile appearing, "I''ll reach the High Star Apprentice rank by then. And in less than a month, I''ll be on par with all of you." The boldness of his im left them speechless. The Iron Vanguards were no strangers to ambition, but the pace Ethan promised was unprecedented. They had trained for years to achieve their current ranks, and here was Ethan, calmly dering he would match their strength within a month. Lucan finally broke the silence, his voiceced with respect and caution. "That''s... a bold im, Ethan." Ethan''s expression didn''t waver. "I know. But I wouldn''t say it if I weren''t certain. All I need from you is trust¡ªand the willingness to take on this journey with me." The Iron Vanguards exchanged nces, the weight of his words settling deeply within them. They could feel the shift in the air, the possibility that maybe, just maybe, Ethan could achieve the impossible.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om A moment of silence hung in the room, heavy with the gravity of Ethan''s words. And then, as if on cue, the Iron Vanguards burst intoughter¡ªa rich, genuine sound that echoed through the hall. It wasn''t mocking or doubtful; it was a release, a surprising rush of something they hadn''t felt in a long time. Lucan chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, I''ll be damned," he said, his grin wide. "It''s been too long since we had something to look forward to, something real." Rhea crossed her arms, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I thought I''d seen it all. But here we are, about to gamble on something¡­ extraordinary." The others nodded in agreement, theirughter fading into quiet smiles filled with anticipation. "It feels good," Thorne rumbled, his voice like distant thunder, "to have a reason to push forward again. We''ve all fought for duty, but hope? That''s rare." Ethan''s smile widened as he looked at each of them, grateful for their trust in him. At that moment, the room felt charged with a new kind of energy¡ªone born of camaraderie and an unspoken vow to face whatever came next together. ===== Mission Completed: Recruit Elders Reward: 1. 2,500 EXP 2. Unlock: "Elder Management" 3. 25 Free Attribute Points 4. 15 Ascension Points. ====== Chapter 78 Strength in Every Step Ethan stepped out of the main residence, his footsteps quiet against the soft evening ground. The air was crisp, carrying a stillness that felt fitting after the monumental meeting with his new Warlords. The walk home was short¡ªonly about five minutes¡ªbut he didn''t rush, instead letting the night events settle in his mind. As he walked, he pulled up his Status Panel, the faint glow illuminating his face. ===== [Status Panel] Name: Ethan Cole Level: 11 Rank: Middle Star Apprentice EXP: 52000 / 60000 Ascension Points: 16 Wealth: Unlimited Attributes: Strength: 99 Speed: 99 Endurance: 97 Intelligence: 102 Charisma: 94 Free Attribute Points: 25 ===== Ethan''s gaze lingered on the panel. The twenty-five unassigned points felt like the next step forward¡ªanother edge he could sharpen before the challenges awaiting him. He knew where each point would go. He took a steadying breath and allocated five points to Strength, Speed, and Endurance, none to Intelligence, and ten to Charisma. With each mental click, he watched his status transform. ===== [Status Panel] Name: Ethan Cole Level: 11 Rank: High Star Apprentice EXP: 52000 / 60000 Ascension Points: 16 Wealth: Unlimited Attributes: Strength: 104n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om Speed: 104 Endurance: 102 Intelligence: 102 Charisma: 104 Free Attribute Points: 0 ===== Ethan''s eyes lit up as he saw his new rank disyed on the panel, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. He couldn''t help but let out a smallugh, feeling the surge of energy from the boosted attributes coursing through him. "I knew it," he muttered, his voice brimming with excitement. "Ny-nine was just one step away. I was right there all along." He stretched his arms, feeling the newfound strength ripple through his muscles. "High Star Apprentice... feels better than I imagined," he said with a satisfied smile, nodding to himself. "At this rate, catching up to the Warlords won''t be as impossible as it once seemed." Ethan clenched his fists, savoring the power that now felt within reach. "Just a few more steps, and I''ll be right up there with them." Ethan''s smile faded into a thoughtful expression as he continued his walk, the night air cool against his skin. He couldn''t help but marvel at the whirlwind of events that had turned his life on its head in a matter of weeks. "What a world I''m living in right now..." First, there was NovaTech, which was David''s brainchild. In the beginning, Ethan was a bit reckless, especially when he was eager to see the grand office''s missionpleted. Ethan realized it was his fault for hiring more workers than necessary. It had be a real problem for him, especially since the Great Families had begun to nt spies in NovaTech. In Steven''s case, Ethan felt he had no choice but to go along with the n. If he had followed the mission''s original suggestions, things could have been handled more effectively. After all, who knew how many more spies were hidden among the other Great Families? "I hope Axel can get the information quickly." After the warlords agree to take on the role of elders, Ethan shares what happened to Steven. Lucan mentioned that Axel was the best person for this mission since scouting and infiltrating were his specialties. They decided to temporarily rece Axel with Calder to guard and ensure the safety of Ethan''s family. Once they received the information, they would quickly dispatch a rescue team led by the Warlords. Then came Ridge Rovers FC. What had begun as a side project, a personal passion, had be more significant. It was a spontaneous decision, but he was fortunate to have Jordan managing it exceptionally well with Theodore''s assistance. It was only preseason, yet Jordan and Theodore had already worked wonders. The stadium and training facilities had been transformed, boasting a quality few regional clubs could match. Mr. Halen''s specialized equipment, crafted with Ascendants in mind, had elevated the yers'' abilities, giving them apetitive edge. Jordan had also pulled off a coup by recruiting undiscovered talents and top-tier backroom staff, strengthening the club in every area. He kept Ethan updated on each victory, each new yer who joined, and the impressive form the team had shown in their friendlies. Eric proved himself a lethal striker. At the same time, Marcusmanded the backline with authority, organizing the defense with a skill that hadn''t gone unnoticed. There were even whispers that the national team scouts were eyeing the two for an international call-up. "I wonder if I join the team, would I be able to represent And too?" Ethan thought to himself. It was his dream, but now he had more urgent concerns. He then began to wonder whether Ascendants were allowed to join football clubs or if the world-ss yers he admired were actually Ascendants themselves. And, of course, there were the Ascendants. He could hardly believe it: people with strength and skills beyond ordinary humans, powers he had only seen in stories. Now, he was one of them, navigating theplex world of ranks, strengths, and rivalries. His status as an Ascendant had pulled him into battles and alliances he had never dreamed of facing. Finally, the Cole family was formed¡ªa great family in Novan City. Just the thought was staggering. He had gone from a new entrepreneur to a family head in weeks, managing power dynamics and preparing for a future most would find daunting. And with the Great Families constantly watching, any misstep could spell ruin. Yet here he was, assembling a team of loyal Ascendants who, against all odds, had trusted him with the role of the Family Head. "It''s almost surreal," he murmured, his voice soft as he let the weight sink in. *** In a dimly lit safehouse nestled on the city''s outskirts, Hale closely watched Steven''s family. His usual fiery impatience was absent, reced by a surprising gentleness few had seen before. Steven''s wife, Leah, was seated on the couch, trying to keep her children calm. Beside her sat Evan, the older of the two siblings at seven years old, his wide eyes flickering with curiosity and cautious trust. On herp was Lara, a bubbly four-year-old who, despite the strange circumstances, had quickly grown attached to Hale. With his wiry frame and messy brown hair, Hale crouched beside the children, a rare softness in his usually intense green eyes. "Hey, Evan, Lara," he said quietly, handing them each a snack he''d picked up on the way. "Are you two doing okay?" Lisa nodded eagerly, her small hand reaching up to pat Hale''s shoulder as if he were some kind of hero. "Are you my friend now?" she asked, eyes bright with innocence. Hale chuckled, a warmth slipping into his voice that surprised even him. "Yeah, kid. You could say that." He ruffled her hair gently, and Evan leaned closer, findingfort in Hale''s presence. Leah, though tense, managed a soft smile as she watched Hale interact with her children. He was looking out for them, keeping them safe andfortable despite the unusual situation. When Lisa curled beside him, holding his hand tightly, Hale let her, feeling a strange sense of duty toward these two children. He shot a quick nce at Leah, his expression reassuring. "Don''t worry, Leah. I''ll make sure nothing happens to any of you." Hale looked down, a flicker of guilt crossing his face. "I''m sorry for putting you through this," he murmured, keeping his voice low as he nced between Leah and the children. "I didn''t have a choice¡ªI was following orders. But I swear I won''t do anything to harm you. None of this is your fault. You''re just¡­ caught up in someone else''s mess." Leah met his gaze, searching his face for any sign of deception. After a moment, she leaned forward slightly. "Is Steven¡­ is he part of this?" Hale let out a deep breath, his expression softening. "Steven? No, he''s not the bad guy here. He got dragged in just like you did." He hesitated, then added, "The Big Boss¡ªhe''s the one who set all this in motion, chose Steven to do things he''d never have done on his own." A small, relieved smile broke across Leah''s face, her shoulders rxing as she nodded. "If that''s true," she said softly, her eyes brightening, "I''m happy. Steven''s a good man. I just needed to hear it." Hale offered her a faint smile, giving a slight nod. "Yeah. He is." Leah looked at Hale with gratitude. "Thank you," she said softly, "for not treating us like¡­ like we''re just part of some transaction." Her voice was warm, carrying a quiet sincerity that made Hale nce away, a faint color rising to his cheeks. He cleared his throat, ufortable with the unexpected kindness. "It''s¡­ nothing. Just doing what I can." Eager to change the subject, he turned to the kids, his voice brightening. "Hey, you two want to learn something cool?" He grinned at Evan and Lara, who looked at him with wide, curious eyes. Evan perked up immediately. "Something cool? Like what?" Hale sat cross-legged on the floor, gesturing for them to join him. "How about I show you a little martial arts? It''s¡­ a secret way of moving, quick and quiet, like ninjas." His enthusiasm was contagious, and soon Evan was eagerly copying Hale''s stance, his little fists raised. Lara giggled, stumbling a bit as she tried to mimic her brother and Hale. "I''m a ninja!" she dered, her eyes bright with excitement as she copied Hale''s movements, her small fists punching the air. Leah watched the scene unfold, a smile spreading across her face. Seeing her childrenughing, immersed in this yful lesson, eased her anxiety. She watched Hale¡ªusually so intense and unyielding¡ªshow them how to block and dodge, his movements gentle and his tone encouraging. The tension melted away for a moment, reced by the simple joy of watching her childrenugh and learn. Hale seemedpletely absorbed, and she couldn''t help but smile at the unlikely friendship forming before her eyes. Chapter 79 The Potions The past three days had flown by, a whirlwind of effort and strategy as the Cole family executed their missions wlessly. It wasn''t just about the tasks¡ªthey were shaping a reputation, establishing a presence that had begun to ripple across Novan City. As the sun rose on the fourth day, Ethan sat alone in his study, sunlight streaming through the wide windows, casting a warm glow across the room. He felt the weight of his role more acutely than ever, but with it came a growing sense of pride. The Cole family wasn''t just surviving; they were thriving. With a sense of purpose, he tapped open the Great Family Panel, his gaze immediately drawn to a new feature under this panel¡ªa tabbeled Inventory. His fingers paused momentarily, anticipating a new discovery before he clicked on it. Inside, a neatly organized list of items appeared: Discover more stories at empire ===== [Great Family''s Inventory] Basic Strength Potion x 300 Basic Speed Potion x 300 Basic Endurance Potion x 300 ===== Ethan''s eyes scanned the details as he carefully selected each item in the Inventory, reading the descriptions. ===== [Basic Strength Potion] Effect: Increases Strength by +5 points per use. Limit: Maximum 5 uses per week for each individual. Restriction: Unusable by Family Head. [Basic Speed Potion] Effect: Increases Speed by +5 points per use. Limit: Maximum 5 uses per week for each individual. Restriction: Unusable by Family Head. [Basic Endurance Potion] Effect: Increases Endurance by +5 points per use. Limit: Maximum 5 uses per week for each individual. Restriction: Unusable by Family Head. ===== As he processed the information, Ethan leaned back in his chair, one hand resting thoughtfully under his chin. "Five points¡­ That''s a solid boost if used effectively," he murmured. "And if each person can use it five times a week, that''s twenty-five points in a single attribute if I prioritize." He allowed himself a small smile. This was exactly the kind of strategic edge the Cole family needed. "But these restrictions¡­" he muttered, reading again that he couldn''t use the potions. He tapped his finger against the table, considering his options. "Well, that''s fine. If anything, it''s better to build a strong foundation for everyone around me first." Ethan''s thoughts turned to the Warlords. They were already at the Middle Star Soldier rank. Still, a push in their core attributes could propel them to the High Star Soldier level. "If I can get them there first, they''d be able to handle more of the city''s threats independently¡ªwithout me having to jump in every time." And then, there were the Ascendants currently at the Higher Star Apprentice rank. If he also focused on them, he could have more Soldier Ascendants in the family, adding depth to their strength. His gaze sharpened as he mapped it out mentally. "The Warlords first, without a doubt," he murmured, his fingers tapping lightly on the arm of his chair. "They''ll benefit the most from this. Once they''re settled at High Star Soldier, I''ll focus on the Higher Star Apprentices. Every additional Soldier Ascendant is a step toward establishing the Cole family as a real power." A glint of satisfaction crossed his eyes as he considered onest thing¡ªthe items were tangible, physical resources. That meant he could distribute them himself, reinforcing his role as the family head. "Perfect," he muttered, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. As Ethan closed the Inventory panel, a thought struck him suddenly¡ªcould these potions be used on his family and friends? The idea was tempting. If these potions could boost ordinary people, it might open a whole new realm of possibilities for those he cared about. He leaned forward, a gleam of curiosity in his eyes. "If I can increase the strength of those around me¡­ What would that mean for them?" He murmured to himself, contemting the potential impact. With his newly acquired Divine Eyes ability, he realized he could assess their statuses afterward to see if the potions had any effect. It would be the perfect way to confirm his theory. But he knew this wasn''t something to rush. The potions were powerful; if they affected non-Ascendants, he''d need to approach them carefully. Thest thing he wanted was to put anyone at risk to satisfy his curiosity. "Let''s try it with a small dose," he muttered, thinking through his n. He''d start with those he trusted most, gauging the effects gradually. A hint of excitement sparked within him. This could mean more than just protection; if his family and close friends grew stronger, they wouldn''t be as vulnerable in a city dominated by Ascendants. "I''ll try it," he decided, his mind racing with possibilities. "One step at a time. If it works, they''ll be ready for anything." The Warlords gathered at Ethan''s study, the weight of their presence filling the room with an air of intensity. Ethan had specifically asked to meet them here, wanting all of the Warlords to be present this time. Each of them had arrived swiftly, prepared for whatever task their new leader had in store. But their arrival hadn''t been without a few unexpected moments. Ethan''s younger brother, Jacob, had been the one to answer the door. Though Ethan had warned him about the visitors, nothing could fully prepare the teenager to see the seven formidable figures standing on the doorstep. Jacob''s eyes went wide as he took in the Warlords: Lucan, towering with his steady gaze; Rhea, with her piercing stare; Thorne, massive and intimidating; Seraph, calm and calcting; Calder, solid and observant; and finally, Axel and Flint, who nked the others with an air of restless energy. For a moment, Jacob simply stood there, frozen in ce. "Uh¡­ E-Ethan said you''d being," he stammered, his voice barely a squeak as he tried to hold his ground. Lucan gave a slight nod, attempting a reassuring smile, though his stern expression seemed only to heighten Jacob''s nervousness. "We appreciate it, Jacob," he said, his voice deep and calm. Flint, the more unpredictable of the group, chuckled softly. "Kid, are you sure you want to be answering doors with that look on your face? People might get the wrong idea," he teased, winking. Rhea stepped forward, bending slightly to meet Jacob''s eye level; her usual intensity softened. "Thanks for letting us in. You''re braver than you think?" she said, offering him a gentle smile. Jacob''s shoulders rxed just a bit. "Um¡­ thanks," he replied, swallowing hard before gesturing them inside. "Ethan''s waiting in his study." The Warlords followed him inside, their heavy steps echoing down the hallway. Even as they walked past him, Jacob felt a sense of awe and trepidation in their wake. As they reached the study, Jacob took a deep breath, giving Ethan a quick nod before ducking out of the room, relieved to havepleted his duty. Ethan couldn''t help but chuckle softly. "Thanks, Jacob. I''ll see youter." Jacob hurriedly shut the door, leaving Ethan alone with the Warlords. He nced over his new allies, his expression shifting from amused to serious. "Thank you all foring," he began, his tone carrying both gratitude and purpose. "Always around, boss," Axel said with a yful wink. "You know we wouldn''t miss it." Flint chimed in with a grin. "Yep, can''t shake us that easily. We''re like a bad habit." Ethan chuckled, shaking his head at their lightheartedness, while Calder, ever the steady one, spoke up in a more grounded tone. "Well, I''ve been around too," he added with a slight nod. "For thest few days, I''ve been standing in for Axel while he was off gathering intel." Calder gave Axel an approving nod. "Steven''s family was hidden well, but Axel did a solid job getting the info we needed." Axel gave a quick, satisfied nod. "Took a bit of digging, but I''ve got the location pinned down now." Ethan raised an eyebrow, a surprise lighting his eyes at Axel''s revtion. "You found them? That''s... impressive, Axel," he began, his mind already turning to the next steps. "Looks like getting them back might just be¡ª" Before he could finish, a familiar chime sounded in his mind, a system notification interrupting his thoughts. He blinked, momentarily distracted, and then pulled up the panel. The Warlords were looking at him in confusion. The mission details filled his view. ===== [Mission: Rescue Operation] Objective: Use the information gathered by Axel to locate and rescue Steven''s family. Ensure the operation''s sess without harm to the captives. Rewards: 1. 15,000 EXP 2. 50 Ascension Points 3. 50 Free Attribute Points 4. Exclusive Item Unlock =====n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om Ethan read through the objectives, his focus sharpening. ''Well,'' he thought, ncing back at the Warlords, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. ''Looks like the system wants in on this rescue mission, too.'' "Sorry. What I mean is... we can rescue them as soon as possible," said Ethan before adding, "Let''s proceed with this rescue system." The Warlords straightened, picking up on Ethan''s newfound resolve. Lucan gave a brief nod, his voice steady. "Then it''s settled. We''re ready whenever you are, Ethan." The atmosphere in the room shifted the yful tone from earlier reced with a focused determination. Ethan let the mission notification linger momentarily before closing it, his eyes shifting back to the Warlords with a faint, amused smile. "Before we dive into any rescue mission," he began, a glint of anticipation in his gaze, "I have something for each of you." Axel raised an eyebrow, a yful grin forming. "Wait, is this about your promise a few days ago? The one about helping us get stronger?" Ethan chuckled, nodding. "Exactly. I didn''t forget. I''ve got something that''ll give each of you a serious boost in strength, speed, and endurance." As the Warlords exchanged nces, a flicker of excitement sparked in the room. Ethan held up a few sleek vials, each filled with a vibrant liquid, setting them on the desk before him. "These are potions designed to elevate your attributes in those areas. Strength, speed, endurance¡ªall essential for what''sing. Now, the exact details on how much each one boosts you¡­ well, that''s random, I guess." The Warlords leaned in, intrigued, their curiosity piqued by the idea of such a straightforward path to growth. "One thing, though," Ethan continued, his tone bing serious. "You can''t exceed five doses of each type of potion per week. I don''t know what happens if you do, but we''re not about to find out." The Warlords nodded, acknowledging the caution, each one eyeing the potions with a newfound sense of respect. Chapter 80 Into the Lions Den The night was deep, casting shadows that cloaked the group as they moved, each step measured and silent. Axel led the way, his movements fluid and controlled, a shadow within shadows. The Warlords followed closely, blending into the darkness like they''d been born into it. They were on their way to the location Axel had scouted earlier, a discreet, unassuming building tucked into one of the quieter, less-patrolled parts of the city. Ethan trailed behind, careful to keep pace. He had Stealth, a skill he''d unlocked just hours before. Even though it wasn''t yet at Master tier¡ªhe''dcked just one more Ascension Point to get it there¡ªit was still advanced enough to make his presence nearly invisible to the untrained eye. As he moved, he couldn''t help but test his new skill, noticing how his footsteps seemed to sink into the silence, almost as if muffled by an unseen barrier. ''The system doesn''t y around,'' he thought to himself, impressed by the ease with which Stealth melded him into the environment. He knew he still had much to learn. Still, even at the Intermediate tier, it was evident that the skill aligned with Axel''s expertise. Axel paused, raising a hand to signal the group to halt. He turned, his gaze sharp and precise. "Alright," he whispered, his voice barely a breath against the quiet. "We''re close. From here, we''ll keep a low profile and stick to shadows. Remember, we''re in and out. No unnecessary risks." The others nodded in understanding, each mentally preparing for the delicate operation ahead. They were used to being the blunt force, the shield, the hammer. Tonight, they were the whisper in the night. Ethan observed Axel''smand over the mission and his attention to detail. The man was well-suited to leading a stealth operation, and his movements were almost instinctual as he gestured where each of them should position themselves. As they neared the perimeter of the building, Ethan''s mind wandered briefly to Steven. The man had been left unaware, continuing his daily routine to avoid arousing suspicion. This was no task for an ordinary person, after all. Steven''s knowledge of the operation was limited to one piece of advice¡ªact as if nothing were out of the ordinary. Axel signaled for them to move, and Ethan took a steadying breath. Tonight, with each silent step, they would make sure Steven''s family came home safely.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om *** Inside the dimly lit room, Leah sat on an old couch, with Evan leaning against her shoulder, his eyelids heavy with sleep. Liray curled in herp, her small hand clutching tightly to her mother''s fingers. Hale sat by the door, his sharp gaze fixed on them, his usual fiery impatience softened in this unusual moment. He''d insisted on watching Steven''s family, refusing to let anyone else take his ce. Some others had teased him, joking that he''d found the easiest assignment to avoid real action. Hale didn''t bother correcting them. In truth, he didn''t care what they thought. For reasons he hadn''t fully examined himself, he wanted to personally ensure these people were safe. ''I don''t want anything to happen to them,'' he thought, his eyes drifting to the sleeping children. They were so innocent, so unaware of the danger surrounding them. This was a mess they didn''t ask for, yet here they were, caught in a web of power struggles and schemes. And he was determined to be their protector in this. A faint chime interrupted his thoughts. Hale''s brows furrowed as he nced down at hismunicator, the screencasting a faint glow. The message was from the other four, and as he read it, his expression darkened. *** Ethan and the Warlords moved like shadows, slipping into the building with practiced precision. Flint took the lead, his fingers deftly working over various security systems, his mind racing to disable every rm and trap they encountered. He muttered under his breath, barely audible, as he deactivated aser grid and easily dismantled the motion detectors. It was second nature to him, almost like he was born for this. Behind him, Lucan was unusually silent, his normally steady presence tinged with an intensity that hadn''t gone unnoticed. Rhea exchanged a quick look with Ethan, sensing something off in Lucan''s demeanor. Normally unshakeable, he was carrying a tension that felt uncharacteristic. "Hey, Lucan, you good?" Rhea whispered, her eyes flicking between him and the path ahead. Before Lucan could respond, Flint, ever the one for a little mischief, leaned over with a grin. "Don''t tell me you''re getting rusty, Lucan. Been away from the action a bit too long, haven''t you?" Axel chuckled softly from his position by the door. "Don''t worry, Lucan¡ªwe''ll ease you back nicely and easily." A faint smirk flickered across Lucan''s face, though it didn''t quite reach his eyes. "I''ll manage," he replied gruffly, though the usual confidence in his tone was subdued. Ethan''s eyes narrowed as he watched Lucan''s subdued expression. Something wasn''t adding up. Taking a step closer, he whispered, "Lucan, what''s going on? You''re not yourself." Lucan hesitated momentarily, his gaze flickering to the corridor ahead and then Ethan. He sighed, his voice barely audible. "I''m sensing something¡­off. There are others inside, ones with auras close to our level. Stronger than we expected." Ethan''s brows knit together. Axel, listening nearby, frowned a hint of confusion in his eyes. "That doesn''t make sense. Even the Elders of LaRues have nobody higher than Middle Star Soldiers. Besides, they wouldn''t waste high-level Ascendants just to guard¡­ well, regr people." He looked around, his tone skeptical. "Are you sure, Lucan?" Lucan nodded, his face grim. "I know what I felt. There are at least two powerful enough to match us." "Two? We have an advantage then," replied Flint, who was still busy with his task. Rhea''s eyes widened slightly as she exchanged a wary nce with Calder. "That means they''re expecting more than a simple rescue mission. It''s like they''re waiting for us." Ethan took a steadying breath, his mind racing. "This changes things. If they know we''re here, we might need to adjust our n." Lucan ced a hand on his shoulder, meeting Ethan''s gaze directly. "No. Whatever they''re nning, we''ll handle it. But we need to be ready." Ethan nodded a new resolve sparking in his eyes. "Alright, let''s stay sharp. We''ll handle whates." Flint frowned deeply, his sharp gaze scanning the darkened room for any signs of traps or hidden mechanisms. "Wait¡­ could they have actually altered theyout? That''s not supposed to be possible, is it?" A quiet voice cut through the tension¡ªSeraph, who rarely spoke unless necessary. "Or maybe," she said, her tone steady, "Axel was led by illusion during his scouting. They might have wanted us to end up here." Still navigating the Ascendant world''splexities, Ethan furrowed his brow. "Illusion? So, this ce isn''t even real?" Thorne, everposed and serious, turned to Ethan. "Not quite. Just like Rhea''s rare skills in healing and alchemy, there are Ascendants with different specialties¡ªabilities to manipte perception, like Illusions. They can make you see something that''s not there or mask something." Before Ethan could respond, the footsteps echo broke the silence, each step deliberate and mocking. A familiar figure emerged from the shadows, his smirk evident even in the dim light. "Well, well, Cole," Lucien drawled, his voice dripping with derision. "Still so ignorant of the world you''ve stepped into." As Lucien stood smugly before them, five figures emerged behind him, each exuding a quiet confidence. Their presence was imposing, the weight of their ranks unmistakable. Ethan''s gaze flicked over them, recognizing their distinct roles and how they held themselves. Darius, the leader, met Ethan''s eyes with a steady, calcting stare, his scarred brow adding to hismanding air. Beside him was Vera, her sharp gaze assessing each of Ethan''s Warlords with a caution that seemed habitual. Though silent and observant, Rhys kept his eyes on the room as though evaluating every possible confrontation angle. Hale, smaller than the others but with a fierce intensity in his green eyes, looked ready to jump at the first opportunity to attack, his impatience barely contained. Standing in the shadows, Ss watched with cool gray eyes, his expression unreadable, taking in every detail without a word. But there was more. Three other figures stepped forward, their presence heavy and undeniable. Lucan''s eyes widened slightly as he recognized them. He leaned in toward Ethan, his voice low but tense. "They''re from the Petrova family," Lucan murmured, a note of warning in his tone. "That family''s influence goes beyond Novan City¡ªmore respected and dangerous than any of the Great Families here. Even their presence in a ce like this is unusual." Ethan''s gaze sharpened as he absorbed Lucan''s words. The Petrova family was a name thatmanded respect and fear, even from the Great Families of Novan City. They weren''t the kind to meddle lightly, and their involvement changed everything. This wasn''t just about the LaRues anymore. Ethan clenched his fists, his mind racing. Of course, he thought, the LaRues wouldn''t risk so much without powerful allies. This has Anton''s stamp all over it. He recalled the sh with Anton¡ªa stark reminder of how petty vendettas could spiral into far-reaching consequences. The Petrova family, however, wasn''t one to engage over personal gripes; they dealt in influence, secrets, and calcted moves. If they were backing the LaRues, they saw something valuable in this partnership. Lucien''s smirk widened, clearly relishing his allies'' effect on Ethan and his Warlords. "Figured it out, have you, Cole?" Lucien drawled, his tone taunting. "Did you think you could just meddle in our affairs without repercussions? The Petrovas¡­ let''s say they are vested in seeing you put in your ce." Ethan''s jaw tightened, but he stood, meeting Lucien''s gaze with unwavering resolve. "So, what''s the n? Have your friends here do your work for you?" Lucien''s smile faltered momentarily, reced by a sh of irritation before he masked it. "Don''t tter yourself. You''re simply a pest we''re eliminating. And that shouldn''t take long with the Petrovas by my side." The Petrova representatives remained silent, their expressions inscrutable. Ethan noted theirposure, the way they barely acknowledged Lucien''s ranting. They were here, but clearly not as his subordinates; their presence was a disy of power, not allegiance. Ethan turned slightly, his voice barely a murmur as he addressed the Warlords, though his tone wasced with determination. "Get ready. Whatever their intentions, we''ll get Steven''s family out of here." The Warlords shifted, subtly bracing themselves for whatevery ahead. Axel''s hand hovered near his weapon, and Rhea''s eyes darted, assessing the Petrova representatives calmly. Stay updated through empire Darius finally spoke, his voice low and steady. "You''re making a grave error here, Ethan Cole. You''ve crossed boundaries you don''t understand." But Ethan only nodded a glint of defiance in his eyes. "Then maybe it''s time I find out exactly where those boundaries lie." Chapter 81 The Start of the Battle Ethan''s quiet confidence came from the subtle flicker of information oveying his vision¡ªDivine Eyes, his newly activated ability. As he assessed each figure in the room, the ranks and attributes became clear, sharpening his understanding of their strengths and weaknesses. He scanned the five Ascendants, nking Lucien first. Each bore the rank of Low Star Soldier, their attributes far beneath what would pose a genuine threat to his Warlords. Handling these five would be routine for the High Star Soldiers at his side¡ªa small, hardly challenging skirmish. Still, the three figures standing just behind Lucien made Ethan''s gaze linger. These three were different. Two of them carried the unmistakable aura of High Star Soldiers, their poise and strength evident in their stance alone. But the third figure¡ªa tall, lean man with an unreadable expression¡ªcaught Ethan''s attention. His rank: Higher Star Soldier. The man''s attributes were evenly distributed, with high marks in strength and speed. Still, one stat stood out with particr rity: intelligence, elevated above the rest. Ethan''s thoughts raced, considering this discovery. ''If his Intelligence is that high... he''s likely the one casting the illusions.'' The realization settled a quiet certainty, adding a newyer to his strategy. ''An Illusionist of this caliber won''t be easy to take down. But if he orchestrates our disorientation¡­ that''s also a weak point.'' As he refocused on the room, a movement nearby pulled his attention. With a frustrated look, Axel muttered, "Where the heck are they hiding Steven''s family?" Explore stories at empire Hale, who had been on guard near Lucien''s group, overheard Axel''s remark. His expression flickered with surprise, and his gaze drifted to Ethan and the Warlords with newfound uncertainty. ''Steven? They''re here for¡­ Leah, Evan, and Lira?'' For a moment, Hale felt his resolve waver. He hadn''t known exactly why these intruders were here, but realizing they were after the family he''d taken a strange responsibility to protect brought a conflicted feeling to his chest. Lucien threw his head back,ughter bubbling up, twisted and mocking. He looked down at Axel with a gleam of contempt in his eyes, his voice dripping with scorn. "Oh, did you really think we wouldn''t know you wereing?" Lucien sneered, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed Ethan and the Warlords mockingly. He turned his gaze to Axel, a dark smile stretching across his face. "Especially with you leading the way. Your pathetic stealth and tracking skills? We knew you were here when you set foot in the area." Axel''s jaw clenched, but he stood, refusing to react to the insult. Lucien''s smirk only deepened, clearly reveling in his taunts. "It''sughable, really," Lucien continued, his tone dripping with contempt. "Did you think the Cole family''s rescue mission would slip by us unnoticed? You''re not dealing with amateurs here." He gestured casually toward his Petrova allies, his gaze flicking back to Ethan with a hint of triumph. "So, by all means, try your luck." Ethan kept his gaze steady, refusing to give Lucien the satisfaction of a reaction. His calm seemed to fuel Lucien''s disdain, theughter ringing louder as he spread his arms in a mock gesture of hospitality. Ethan nced at his team, his voice low but calm as he shared the details he''d gathered through Divine Eyes. "Five of Lucien''s men¡ªLow Star Soldiers, no real threat to us. But the three Petrova members are a different story. Two High Star Soldiers, and one¡­ Higher Star Soldier." Lucien''s confident smirk wavered, his eyes widening slightly as he realized Ethan knew more than anticipated. Before Lucien could respond, Ethan turned his gaze directly toward him, a hint of amusement in his tone. "All that bravado, Lucien, and yet here you stand¡ªjust a High Star Apprentice." Ethan''s eyes narrowed, a mocking smile ying on his lips. "Funny to hear you talk so big from a rank that isn''t even on par with your allies." Lucien''s face twisted with fury, hisposure cracking. "You little¡ª" He gritted his teeth, his fists clenching. "You should watch your words, Cole! Reflect on yourself first. Last I heard, you were barely at Low Star Apprentice!" Lucien''s Petrova allies, standing just behind him, exchanged incredulous nces, their eyes shing contemptuously. With a thin sneer, one of the Petrova men muttered to hispanions, "Is this the intelligence level we''re working with?" Another nodded in disdain, his voice carrying just enough for Lucien to hear. "He''s more clueless than we thought. The kid''s clearly at High Star Apprentice, same as him." The third Petrova shook his head, a look of irritation shing across his face as he observed Lucien. "Perhaps we overestimated the LaRues'' understanding of their own adversaries." "High Star Apprentice?" Lucien''s face flushed as he caught the muttered criticisms, his jaw tightening further. His pride was visibly wounded, but he held his ground, his re locked on Ethan. Ethan, unbothered, simply observed the interaction with a glint of amusement. It was clear that Lucien''s allies were losing respect for him by the moment, their patience wearing thin. Lucien''s five underlings exchanged uneasy nces, each subtly trying to gauge Ethan''s aura. Their brows furrowed as they picked up on the undeniable strength radiating from him, and it didn''t take long for them to recognize it¡ªEthan was at the same rank as their leader. One of the Ascendants leaned toward hispanion, his voice barely a whisper. "This can''t be right. Wasn''t he just a Low Star Apprentice recently?" Another nodded, his expression incredulous. "It''s impossible¡­ no one rises ranks that quickly. Not without some kind of help." One of the Petrova Ascendants sighed, the sound heavy with irritation as he nced between Ethan and Lucien''s crew. "Who cares how fast he climbed the ranks?" he muttered, his tone dripping with disdain. "He''s still leagues below us. Let''s just get this over with." Beside him, another Petrova Ascendant crossed his arms, his expression cold and unimpressed. "Agreed. This whole thing is beneath us. If it weren''t for Anton''s interest, we''d have no reason to be involved with the LaRues." The third Petrova, his gaze steely and detached, nodded slightly. "The LaRues and their endless grudges¡­ always dragging us into their messes. Let''s wrap this up and get out of here. The sooner, the better." Lucien sneered, dismissively raising his hand. "Fine, I get it! Leave this pathetic Ethan to me," he snarled, stepping forward. But one Petrova Ascendant fixed him with a hard, warning re. "Careful, LaRue. Anton wants him alive. Try not to let your temper ruin that." The reminder only deepened Lucien''s scowl, but he nodded reluctantly, his gaze never leaving Ethan. "Alive¡­ fine. But I''ll make sure he wishes otherwise." Sensing the tension mounting, the Warlords moved instantly, positioning themselves around Ethan in a protective formation. Yet, just as they prepared for an attack, the room shifted. Shadows flickered, walls seemed to bend, and an unnatural fog rolled in within seconds, separating most of them.N?v(el)B\\jnn Lucan''s eyes narrowed, quickly discerning the maniption at y. Flint muttered under his breath at his side, his sharp eyes scanning the environment. "It''s the Illusionist¡­ but illusions are just traps of perception. I might be able to break through it." Lucan nodded his jaw tight with focus. "Then let''s tear down this trickery." Flint moved swiftly, tapping into his expertise with traps and subtle distortions. He guided Lucan through a series of deliberate steps, gradually peeling back theyers of illusion. The space around them shifted with each unraveling, and the illusion grew weaker, bringing them closer to their target. As Flint and Lucan pressed forward, theyers of illusion peeled away like a delicate veil, exposing faint glimpses of reality through the shifting mirage. Just as they broke through the final distortion, the Illusionist appeared before them¡ªa tall, lean man with a calm, calcting gaze, his movements as fluid as the illusions he cast. Without hesitation, Lucan surged forward, his fists clenched, every movement precise and powerful. The Illusionist''s expression remained unfazed, his hands tracing patterns in the air, attempting to reestablish the illusion. But with each strike from Lucan, the illusion fabric flickered and weakened, unable to keep its full grip on the room. "You rely too much on your tricks," Lucan growled, closing the distance with relentless momentum. His fists moved with purpose, each strike driving the Illusionist back and disrupting the intricate patterns he was weaving. The Illusionist''s calm exterior cracked, frustration shing in his eyes as Lucan''s assault broke his concentration. He staggered for a moment, and the remnants of his illusion wavered, exposing his allies. Meanwhile, three Warlords, Rhea, Axel, and Seraph, acted against Lucien''s five underlings. Rhea, Axel, and Seraph moved swiftly, their movements sharp but not fully refined as they confronted Lucien''s five underlings. Each of them had only recently ascended to the rank of High Star Soldier, thanks in part to the enhancement potions Ethan had provided. However, the rapid leap in power left them adjusting, unable to fully wield their newfound strength withplete control. It was clear that while they had the rank, their abilities hadn''t yet settled into the steady, practiced ease of seasoned High Star Soldiers. However, Darius and his team remained eerily calm, an unspoken coordination between them that was immediately apparent. Each step, each movement seemed practiced, synchronized¡ªas though they operated as one. At the head of his formation, Darius directed his team with subtle gestures, his intense gaze never leaving the Warlords. "Positions," he muttered to his team, his voice steady. The five shifted seamlessly, falling into a formation they''d trained in countless times. Together, they formed a formidable barrier, each member supporting the other, moving as one cohesive unit. Rhea darted forward, her movements fluid and precise, but she was quickly intercepted by Vera, who sidestepped her attack with calcted grace. Her piercing gaze read Rhea''s movements before they happened. Vera''s footwork allowed her to evade Rhea''s strikes, countering each one with subtle, well-ced movements designed to wear her down. Seraph, known for her strategic mindset, found herself matched against Rhys, the stoic strategist. Rhys observed her, his calm blue eyes missing nothing. He blocked her with minimal effort, deflecting each strike with an efficiency that betrayed years of tactical experience. Every time Seraph tried to break through, Rhys adjusted his stance, positioning himself just enough to stop her momentum. Meanwhile, Axel found himself face-to-face with Hale, Darius''s team''s youngest and most impulsive. With his wiry frame and fierce green eyes, Hale mirrored Axel''s energy. Although Axel was skilled in swift, evasive maneuvers, Hale matched him beat for beat, a fierce smirk ying on his lips. Axel''s agility kept him out of reach, but Hale''s fiery determination kept him in ce, never allowing him the advantage. Lucien''s underlings were trained to operate together, not relying on brute strength alone. Instead, their years of experience fighting side by side allowed them to cover each other''s weaknesses seamlessly, anticipating one another''s movements. Their formation allowed them to withstand even the might of stronger opponents for extended periods¡ªa tactic they used now to their full advantage against the three Warlords. Rhea gritted her teeth as she realized their approach. "They''re stalling," she murmured, her eyes flicking to Axel and Seraph, simrly locked into a grueling dance. "These five¡­ they''re not ordinary." Seraph''s eyes narrowed as she recognized the depth of coordination between Darius and his team. "They''ve been trained for this exact formation," she noted. "They can hold off even stronger Ascendants if they work together." Axel, catching his breath, nodded. "They''re ying defense, waiting us out. They know we''re not the brute force type." Darius watched them coolly, his expression unwavering. "Don''t waste your strength, Cole''s Warlords," he called his voice even. "We''ve trained for years to do exactly this. You won''t break through that easily." With the formation holding steady, the Warlords found themselves momentarily at a stalemate, testing the limits of their skills against an opponent that moved as a single, imprable wall. The Warlords knew they would need a new approach¡ªor a decisive opening¡ªto turn the tide in their favor. Across the room, Thorne and Calder engaged the two High Star Ascendants from the Petrova family. Thorne, the formidable shield of the Warlords, advanced with unshakable force. Calder''s expertise inbat tactics shone through as he calcted every strike with precision, keeping his opponent on edge. The seasoned and highly ranked Petrova Ascendants met Thorne and Calder''s attacks with swift, skilled responses. The power sh filled the room, each blow echoing as the two sides pushed against each other, testing strength and strategy. 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