Novels by Jusuf Morris

'Damn it! This guy’s strength is on a whole different level than normal humans. I’m even more sure now that Mateo is a system user! I can’t die at the hands of this bastard!' Steve muttered in frustration. Just as Mateo raised his leg to smash his skull, Steve rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack. Gasping for breath, he pushed himself up to his feet. "Now, you see the difference in our strength." Mateo smirked. Steve glanced at the exit with determination. ‘I have to get out of here before I die. Screw the quest!’ Without thinking, he yanked off his shirt, unintentionally showing off his muscles. Mateo eyed Steve warily, preparing for whatever was coming next. Judging by the look in Steve’s eyes, he wasn’t planning to run—he wanted revenge. "Let’s finish this." *** Steve limped down the hallway after barely escaping Mateo’s grasp. His ribs ached with every step he took. "Damn it! Why do I keep running into other system users? Marco was already a nightmare

"Activate Death Fist!" Mateo commanded in his mind, his anger boiling over. [Command received. Death Fist item has been activated.] Mateo threw his fist toward Steve’s face like a lightning bolt. His speed surpassed that of a sports car. He smirked. There was no way Steve could dodge this—one punch would be enough to kill him, as its power was equivalent to being hit by a car. Mateo's punch landed squarely on Steve’s jaw, but Steve didn’t even flinch. Mateo's eyes widened. *How is this possible?!* Steve grinned. “Is that all you've got?” [Iron Body item has been activated.] [Usage time: 5 minutes.] 'His strength is insane. Is he also a system user?' Steve wondered in shock. 'Or is it just because he’s used to fighting?''I need to figure this out.' "Don't underestimate me, bastard!" Mateo leaped high, spinning his body in an attempt to land a kick on Steve’s head. But Steve instinctively ducked, avoiding it with ease. Mateo’s kick sliced through the air, hitting noth

Steve closed the last of the 100 books after spending two hours in the library. He absorbed all the knowledge with the help of the system’s item, so he didn’t even need to read. After taking in all the material, Steve started writing a proposal to pour out his ideas. "I hope CEO Rodriguez likes my ideas." He headed to Rodriguez Corp and approached the receptionist. "Can I meet Mr. Rodriguez?" Steve asked politely. The woman glanced at his appearance from head to toe. “Do you have an appointment with him?” "No, I don’t." "Sorry, but you can't meet him." "Please, I have something important to discuss with him.""You should leave and fix your appearance first. You look like a homeless person." Steve was annoyed but didn’t want to argue. He didn’t have much time. "What's going on?"*Steve instinctively turned toward the voice. A man in his 30s was looking at him curiously. "This gentleman wants to meet Mr. Rodriguez." "Why are you looking for him?" the man asked. "I’m

The next day, Steve sat in his office at Anderson Corp, staring blankly at the transparent screen in front of him. His thoughts were tangled, his mind unable to focus. "How am I supposed to do this?" he muttered. For twenty minutes, he had been frozen in his chair, completely clueless about his next move. [Main Quest: Save Anderson's Daughter][Time Limit: Unlimited][Reward: Mystery]"I don’t even know who Anderson’s daughter is," Steve mumbled under his breath, rubbing his temple. A soft knock on the door broke his concentration. A beautiful woman entered, carrying several large gift boxes in her arms. She smiled politely as she approached him. “Excuse me, sir. Someone sent these as a congratulatory gift for your first day,” she said, placing the boxes on his desk. Steve’s brows furrowed. “Who sent them?” “I’m not sure, sir. Even the delivery person didn’t know,” she replied. A strange feeling crawled up his spine. Something about this didn’t feel right. “Thank you.

Lewis and Adam walked side by side toward Anderson's office, grinning with excitement. “Looks like Mr. Anderson will promote us for hitting the target,” Adam said confidently.They entered the office. “Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson.”“What are you doing here, Steve?” Adam froze in shock.“He just informed me of something important,” Anderson replied coldly, sipping his wine leisurely.Lewis and Adam exchanged puzzled glances. “Have a seat,” Anderson ordered.The two obeyed, while Steve remained standing beside Anderson.“I must say, I’m surprised by your performance,” Anderson began, his smile insincere. “I’m considering changing your positions.”Lewis and Adam silently cheered. Finally, a promotion was within reach.“Are you promoting me to financial manager, as promised?” Adam asked eagerly.Anderson remained silent, taking another sip of his wine.“And what about me, sir?” Lewis chimed in. “A few months ago, you praised my work. Will I also be moving up?”“The Vice-CEO position is

The next day, Steve returned to work as usual. This time, his task was to deliver coffee to Adam’s office. Ding!Steve stopped in his tracks as a transparent screen appeared in front of him. [Daily Mission Unlocked: Perform One Good Deed] [Reward: $1,000,000] “Are you serious?!” His excitement was interrupted by the sound of a conversation. “So, Adam, have you prepared the money to invest in my insurance company?” Steve froze outside the door, instantly recognizing the voice. 'Carlson?'“Yes. I’ll transfer it tomorrow. For now, I can’t touch the funds because the boss’s assistant will be here today to review the restaurant’s income. I can’t manipulate the numbers right now.” “That’s disappointing.” Carlson suddenly stepped out, his face twisted in irritation. “What are you doing here?!” “I’m here to deliver coffee to Mr. Adam,” Steve answered politely. “What’s going on, Mr. Carlson?” Adam followed Carlson out. His sharp gaze landed on Steve. “Why are you standin

Vivien’s pupils trembled as she read the message that had just popped up on her phone. “What’s wrong, Vivien?” Alexis asked again, concern evident in his voice. He was baffled by his assistant’s shocked and fearful expression. When Vivien remained frozen, refusing to answer, Alexis took the phone from her hand. His brows furrowed as he read the message. [If you fail to find out who Marie’s partnership is, I’ll fire you! I swear your father will pay for your mistakes!] “Bastard!” Alexis cursed, his body shaking with rage. “How dare he threaten you by using Raymond!” “W-what should I do, Young Master?” Vivien’s voice wavered, thick with fear and sorrow, though she tried to remain strong. “I can’t let Vincenzo hurt my father. But if I get fired, your plan will fall apart. I also can’t reveal your identity.” Tears welled up in her eyes. “You don’t have to worry. He won’t get away with this. If he dares to touch you or your father, I’ll cut off his damn head!” Alexis vowed. *

“Why did you call me, huh? I’m busy,” Vincenzo snapped, irritation lacing his voice. His sharp gaze locked onto the officer sitting across from him. His pride felt trampled—someone like him being treated like a lowly criminal. “My team and I are investigating the shooter who targeted Mr. Raymond,” the officer replied calmly, unfazed by the tension thickening in the room. “So why call me? Are you suspecting me?” Vincenzo scoffed, his jaw tightening. “No. We just need your statement since you were the last person to communicate with him.” Vincenzo’s eyes narrowed. He rose from his seat, his piercing stare capable of unsettling even the toughest of men. “I don’t have time for this nonsense! You’re wasting my time! Are you tired of living, huh?!” The officer stiffened slightly, sensing the sheer menace radiating from Vincenzo. THUD!As he turned away, his steps halted. His phone vibrated in his pocket. The name "Zelle" flashed on the screen. “Hello—” “W-Where are you?”

Two Hours Earlier. “I want to reserve the VIP restaurant and a hotel room for tonight,” Alexis said with an authoritative tone. “I’m sorry, Sir, but the restaurant has already been booked by Zelle Cornell for this evening.” “Zelle?” Alexis’s jaw tightened at the mention of that name. His annoyance deepened as he recalled their earlier treatment of him. “Cancel it,” Alexis demanded, his voice cold and sharp. “I’ll pay triple the price.” The receptionist hesitated. “Did you hear me?” Alexis asked, lowering his voice but amplifying the threat. “I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t know who you are, but Zelle Cornell is the fiancée of Vincenzo, the wealthiest man in the USA. We cannot cancel her reservation. Furthermore, Mega Corp is one of Morris Corp’s key partners.” Alexis clenched his fists. The irony was suffocating. He was the rightful heir to Morris Corp but couldn’t openly enjoy or claim his position. “I am the *true* heir to Morris Corp!” Alexis snapped without think

Alexis parked his old motorbike in front of the Mega Hotel gate and approached the doorman. He frowned as he noticed the flood of guests arriving in luxurious cars of various brands, dressed in tuxedos and expensive dresses. "Is there an event happening?" Alexis guessed. Fortunately, he decided to disguise himself as a pizza deliveryman—just in case the killer was lurking nearby without his knowledge. "Sorry, you're not allowed in," the security guard blocked him. "I don't have time for this. I need to deliver this pizza while it's still hot." "Stop pretending to be busy. Beggars aren’t allowed here." "Beggars?" Alexis was slightly offended, but he held back, refusing to respond in public. Instead, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and made a call. "Alexis?" Alexis was startled and turned toward the owner of the voice. "What are you doing here?" His face darkened as he saw a blonde-haired woman and a man walking toward him, hand in hand, looking perfectly

Alexis placed two cups in front of Vincenzo and Zelle, who were shamelessly indulging in their affection. He tried to stay calm, even though his heart shattered every time they flaunted their romance right in front of him. Alexis couldn’t shake off the pain etched deep in his heart from Zelle’s betrayal, even though their relationship had ended long ago. 'Enjoy your happiness while it lasts, because soon it will all be over,' Alexis thought, averting his gaze as he turned to leave the room. “Who told you to leave?” Vincenzo suddenly barked. “What else do you want, Mr. Vincenzo?” Alexis forced a polite smile, masking the fury bubbling within him. “Kneel,” Vincenzo commanded without a shred of emotion. Alexis froze, a deep frown forming on his face. “Hurry up and do it!” Vincenzo snapped, his tone dripping with intimidation. Despite his confusion, Alexis obeyed. He knelt, allowing his pride to be trampled upon for the sake of his plan. “Now put this on.” Vincenzo tosse

A man with a cold, fierce face entered a VIP room at one of the finest restaurants. The atmosphere in the room was already thick with an invisible tension."Finally, you’ve arrived. You made me wait too long," Vincenzo said, his voice low and sharp, as though there was no room for tolerance. He took a deep drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke calmly, as if savoring the tension that hung in the air.The room was deliberately dimmed. Only the soft glow of the lights reflected off the glossy black table surface, casting dark shadows around them."I had to secure the situation before coming here," Ernest replied briefly, his tone calculated, as he sat across from Vincenzo with a watchful demeanor."Did you bring what I asked for?" Ernest asked, his voice more of a command than a request."Sure," Vincenzo said, pushing a red folder across the table toward Ernest, as if delivering something of great value. "Here’s the official inheritance letter Raymond created, along with a sample o