Novels by Jusuf Morris

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

Steve ignored his coworker’s earlier warning. “Probably just some workplace drama,” he muttered to himself. He didn’t have time for vague concerns. His focus was on completing his daily mission and earning enough System Coins to rebuild Alvarez Corp. It was 10 PM, and the restaurant was still buzzing with activity. Steve hustled between tables, delivering food and drinks to guests. Meanwhile, Adam watched him closely from his office monitor, a sly grin creeping across his face. “Step one is done,” Adam murmured, recalling his meticulously planned scheme. “Now, let’s see how far you can fall, Steve.” As he exited his office, a distinguished man entered the restaurant. The man, in his mid-50s, wore an expensive suit that exuded wealth and power. Adam immediately stepped forward to personally greet the guest and escorted him to the VIP area. “Steve!” Adam’s authoritative voice called out. “Yes, sir?” Steve quickly approached, balancing a tray in his hands. “This is Mr. Carl

Steve held a small chip, no bigger than a memory card, in his hand. His face lit up with triumph as he reflected on everything he had endured to acquire it. It had been a month since that bloody incident that almost cost him his life. "With this, I don’t have to fear anyone anymore," he murmured, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Now I can focus on rebuilding Alvarez Corp from scratch." But his thoughts were restless. The journey was far from over. The world he lived in—a battlefield of competition and betrayal—wouldn’t let him climb back up so easily. "System, give me a mission to earn money. I need funds to restart my company." [Understood, Mr. Alvarez.] A transparent screen popped up before him, displaying a new mission. [Daily Mission: Work as a waiter at Greyson Corp’s luxury restaurant.] Steve’s brow furrowed as he read the task. “What? A waiter? In a restaurant? That’s humiliating.” [Starting from the bottom is essential for you to gain System Coins and re

Stephen entered Alan’s underground base, flanked by ten highly trained bodyguards. Alan approached him just as Stephen stepped out of the elevator. “So, how did it go? Did you manage to extract the chip or system from his head?” “Yeah. Here it is.” Alan handed him a small box containing the chip. Stephen took it, opened it, and smirked with satisfaction. “Now, return my daughter,” Alan demanded firmly. “I’ll return her after I see Steve’s corpse,” Stephen replied coldly. “That wasn’t our deal!” Alan protested. “You seem nervous. Don’t tell me you’ve been colluding with Steve?” Stephen accused confidently. “If you want to see your daughter, just show me his dead body. That should be easy enough, shouldn’t it?” Alan clenched his fists in frustration. “You’re as much trouble as your father. Fine. Follow me.” Stephen trailed Alan into an operating room. Alan pulled back a sheet covering Steve’s lifeless body. His face was pale and still. Stephen reached out to check the

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 thinking. S

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

"FUCK! Failure again!" The sound of shattering glass echoed as Vincenzo brutally knocked over the table in front of him. His face was flushed with rage. The room, once full of guests, was now silent, leaving only scattered glass shards and the awkward Cornell family.Zelle and her family exchanged glances. Disappointment was veiled behind their fake expressions of concern. They hadn’t been able to exploit Vincenzo’s wealth this time, but pretending to be a caring family was a duty they had to fulfill."Calm down, Vincenzo," Helen stepped forward, trying to salvage the situation. Her thin smile attempted to soothe him. "I'm sure Raymond must have a reason for not showing up."Vincenzo turned sharply, his eyes piercing through Helen. "A reason? Another piece of nonsense like that, I swear, I will destroy anyone who dares to stand in my way!"Everyone’s eyes were on Vincenzo as his fury boiled over. No one dared to oppose him. After taking a heavy breath, he grabbed his coat and left w

“Congratulations, Vincenzo. Soon, you’ll officially become the richest man in the USA,” said a 55-year-old man as he shook Vincenzo’s hand. “Thank you very much,” Vincenzo replied confidently, flashing a smile as he shook hands with each distinguished guest approaching him. Meanwhile, Zelle stood elegantly by his side in a figure-hugging red dress that highlighted her flawless curves. Her poised demeanor and stunning appearance exuded sophistication, solidifying her image as the partner of the future heir to Morris Corp. “She’s incredibly lucky,” one woman whispered to her companion. “Her life will change completely once Vincenzo is officially named the heir.” The elegant atmosphere abruptly shifted as a man entered the room. His commanding presence drew every gaze, and the weight of his steps made a statement. “Who is he?” the guests murmured. Although they were all part of the elite, none seemed to recognize the mysterious man. Vincenzo’s expression darkened instantly. Anger si