............Rohan Johnson stepped off the bustling elevator and made his way toward his cubicle on the 12th floor of the Altair Corporation. Dressed in a crisp suit and tie, he blended in seamlessly with the sea of professional crowd bustling around him. Despite his average appearance, there was something about Rohan that hinted at an underlying potential wanting to be unleashed.As he settled into his chair, Rohan glanced around the office, observing the familiar faces of his coworkers. The constant hum of ringing phones and the clattering of keyboards filled the air, creating a symphony of corporate life. It was just another day in the maze of cubicles, where dreams collided with deadlines.Rohan's gaze shifted to the clock hanging above his computer monitor. It was already 8:45 a.m., and his team meeting was scheduled to start in fifteen minutes. He glanced at his reflection in the glossy screen, running a hand through his tousled dark hair that fell just above his expressiv
............Rohan stepped out of Altair Corporation, his mind heavy with the burden of unjust accusations and a severed career. He trudged wearily towards the bus stop, hoping to find solace in the familiarity of his daily commute. Little did he know that the next few moments would forever change the course of his life.As he boarded the crowded bus, Rohan searched for an empty seat, his eyes darting from one occupied space to another. He finally spotted a vacant spot towards the back and quickly made his way towards it. However, before he could reach it, a middle-aged woman aggressively pushed past him and claimed the seat for herself."Hey, I was going to sit there," Rohan protested, his voice laced with weariness.The woman glared at him with disdain. "Don't you dare talk to me, you sick pervert!"Confused and taken aback by the sudden accusation, Rohan tried to defend himself. "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything!"The bus erupted in chaos as passengers turned th
............As he stumbled upon a nearby park, his exhaustion overwhelmed him, and he collapsed onto a bench, his body trembling with weariness and despair. Above him, the sky darkened, its once vibrant colors now muted, matching the bleakness within his heart. The stars hid behind the thick curtain of clouds as if even they couldn't bear witness to his plight.The silence of the night enveloped him, broken only by the distant sound of a passing car or the rustling of leaves in the wind. It felt as if the world had conspired against him, leaving him isolated and alone in his misery. Tears welled up in his eyes, reflecting the pain that seemed to penetrate every fiber of his being.Depression settled over him like a suffocating blanket, casting a shadow on his spirit. He couldn't shake the overwhelming sadness that washed over him, nor the deep ache in his heart. It felt as if hope had abandoned him, leaving behind only emptiness and heartbreak.......The rain poured relentlessly
............The glitching screen continued to taunt him, a visual representation of his shattered hopes and dreams.At that moment, a profound sense of loneliness washed over Rohan. The glitching phone, his only connection to the outside world, had become yet another reminder of his isolation. He felt as though he was standing at the edge of a vast abyss, his calls for help swallowed by the void.As the sounds of his frustration subsided, Rohan's phone fell silent. Its flickering screen remained frozen, caught in a loop of glitched images. He stared at it, feeling a strange kinship with the broken device. In its malfunction, he saw a reflection of his brokenness, a shared experience of being adrift in a world that seemed determined to leave them both behind.With a heavy sigh, Rohan slipped the phone back into his pocket, resigning himself to the cruel embrace of his misery. The glitches and the silence only deepened his sense of despair, leaving him feeling more alone than ever
............[Status][Host: Rohan Johnson[Age: 25[Balance: 100,000[Body: 11 (Extremely Poor)[Mind: 14 (Extremely Poor)[Skills: Can be added freely, need to use up Tap Points[Income: 20 USD (Extremely Poor)[Tap Points: 0]As Rohan's gaze remained fixed on the screen, a new section emerged, labeled "Status." The words shimmered, displaying a comprehensive overview of his current state. It was an unflinching reflection of his circumstances, presenting a stark reality that he could no longer ignore.He read the lines that delineated his existence. His name, Rohan Johnson, served as a reminder of his identity in this complex system. The next entry, his age, read "25," a testament to the years that had passed by, laden with missed opportunities and the weight of his struggles.But it was the subsequent assessments that pierced his heart. The words "Extremely Poor" loomed beside the categories of "Body" and "Mind." The system didn't hold back, laying bare the toll his circumstanc
............The next day, Rohan woke up from a restful sleep, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. Stretching his arms and legs, he sat up on the bed, basking in the warm morning sunlight that flooded the room through the window."Ah... What a great sleep I had in a while!" Rohan muttered to himself, a contented smile spreading across his face. The tranquility of the morning filled him with a sense of serenity, momentarily pushing aside the tumultuous events of the previous day.As he took a moment to collect his thoughts, he glanced around the room and a sense of confusion washed over him. "What am I doing here, huh?" he questioned, his eyes scanning the surroundings. Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, his memory surged back, reminding him of the extraordinary events he had encountered."What a hellish day I experienced yesterday... Those shitty bastards!" Rohan's voice grew fierce, his anger reigniting as he recalled the indignities he had suffered. The determination in his ey
............"Shut your trap and proceed with the transaction!" Rohan's voice turned even colder, sending shivers down the employee's spine."Huh... very well, let's see the expression on your face when you can't afford it!" The employee replied begrudgingly, leading Rohan to the reception area where he operated the transaction machine. Rohan placed his fingerprint on the device, finalizing the transaction."The transaction of $10,000 has been completed. Thank you for your patronage!" The machine's monotonous voice echoed, startling the employee."How is this possible? You...!" The employee stared at the machine and then at Rohan's face, utterly perplexed by how an individual dressed modestly and with an unassuming appearance could afford such a substantial sum."Hehe... you better believe it. Now, show me to my designated area!" Rohan smirked, his gaze mocking as he gestured for the employee to lead the way."Hahaha! Yes, sir! Congratulations on becoming a gold member of Pies N' Th
............"How about this one!" Rohan exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise as he pointed out the fourth unit, which astounded him with its private garden."Ohh, this one. Well, it would come at a higher price compared to the others," the salesperson replied with an honest smile, ensuring that Rohan was aware of the increased cost in advance, so as not to feel deceived."How much is it?" Rohan asked, his confidence momentarily shaken, yet determined to pay as long as it wasn't an exaggerated amount."The total price is close to 10 million dollars," the salesperson stated, causing Rohan to almost choke in disbelief. His mind raced with thoughts, realizing that the price was astronomical, but he composed himself and held back his reaction.'My god, 10 million dollars... this is an exorbitant amount!' Rohan silently exclaimed within himself, but he maintained his composure externally, not letting the salesperson perceive his shock. The salesperson, assuming Rohan was reconsideri
............The man seated on the plush couch was a man from the Dragorin hidden Family, a figure of immense power and influence. His very presence dominated the room, and even someone as powerful as Mord knew he had to show respect.“So, you were sent by Elias Kurovsky? You’re so weak!” the man finally spoke after giving Mord a brief glance. He shook his head in disappointment, his voice carrying a hint of disdain.“Master Dragorin, please don’t worry about my strength. I may be weak, but I’ve built a strong network in these lands. With it, I can help you accomplish your task easily,” Mord replied calmly, despite clenching his fists tightly. His tone was confident, showing no sign of dissatisfaction.Mord had heard from his brother Elias that the Dragorin family was searching for some traitors who had escaped. They needed his information network to track them down, and that knowledge made Mord confident. He sneered inwardly, thinking, *No matter how powerful you are, you still nee
............Ade nodded, a grim expression settling on his face. "Exactly. The Dragorin Hidden Family isn’t known for backing down easily. They’re powerful, and they know it. If it comes to a fight, things could get ugly fast."Rohan leaned back in his chair, his mind racing. The Dragorin family were no ordinary opponents—they were dangerous, cunning, and deeply entrenched in the power struggles of the hidden Martial world. A direct clash with them could lead to consequences far beyond their control."We need to be prepared," Rohan said after a moment, his tone more serious. "If we’re going to confront them, we can’t afford to underestimate their strength. Otherwise, we’ll be the ones to lose.""Agreed," Ade replied, his eyes narrowing as he considered the power of the Dragorin Hidden Family. "We need to gather all the intel we can and be ready for anything. The moment they make a move, we have to be ready to strike without hesitation."Rohan nodded, already thinking through strategi
............"Ehh...really!" Riya and Priya looked at each other with incredulous look, wondering why did they not notice that."You really forgot to look at the report, didn't you!" Sofia Baur look at Riya and Priya with twitch in her temple thinking these two really became spendrifts."About that, Sister Riya. It's about time to call our irresponsible Boss, shouldn't we." Priya said with raising corner of her mouth thinking only option as to how they can solve fund problem."Ahh... Rohan, should we...?" Riya hesitated, unsure of how to express her concerns. If they didn’t have more funds, they wouldn’t be able to complete the upcoming projects."What are you so worried about? Didn't he say before that if we needed more funds, we could just contact him and he'd transfer what we need?" Priya replied, noticing Riya's anxiety. She wasn’t the least bit troubled about calling him. After all, she was just an employee, and there was no harm in asking their boss for financial support.Priya
............"How should I know what those arrogant shits are thinking? I just hope they don't enter Willowbrook City, or I might have to do something about them!" Rohan shrugged, his words turning cold."Hey... hey, Rohan... my man, you should know those arrogant guys aren't just any average men. It's what they have backing them that makes them so arrogant... and we're not in their league to criticize them." Ade looked speechless at Rohan's direct and cold words, even though he agreed. He knew they were nothing special compared to those arrogant piece of shits.As Ade was lost in thought, Rohan was mulling over the information.'How should I handle them? I'm not sure why their activity is getting closer to Willowbrook City. Are they here for the Turner siblings? Even if that possibility is slim, I need to make sure these arrogant guys don't get close to Willowbrook City,' Rohan thought, speculating why the Dragorin Hidden Family decided to send their men to all the neighboring citie
............Ade nodded and sprinted towards the door, while Ravi stood guard to prevent any other gangsters from escaping.The fight was already over except for a few men who came with Hans Schmidt. They stood, looking at Rohan with murderous intent while helping Hans to stand firm.As Ade sprinted through the side door, he followed the sound of hurried footsteps echoing in the dimly lit hallway. Arman Mace's shadow flickered in the distance as he rounded a corner. Ade quickened his pace, feeling like he was chasing a mouse, and a grin formed on his face.Meanwhile, inside the warehouse, Rohan advanced on Hans Schmidt. The remaining gang members, though outnumbered and exhausted, stood protectively around their leader. Rohan's eyes flickered as he thought about how to get information from this trash and dismantle the gang so they could never regroup."You think you can still walk away?" Rohan said, his voice calm but firm. "I've already given you a death sentence, so don't even thi
...... ...... "Like he said, we are not interested. So, care to tell us where your gang leader is?" Ade stepped forward, clearly annoyed, standing in front of Arman. He was not pleased with Arman's attempt to buy time. Even Ravi could see that Arman was just trying to keep them busy with his trash talk. "Fine, you asked for it." Arman, with a disgruntled expression, noticed his phone ringing. Understanding what this meant, he smirked at Rohan and his group. "Get back, Ade. We have a guest who seems to have just arrived!" Rohan, who was keeping a vigilant watch, noticed a few other presences outside the warehouse. Seeing Rohan's warning and vigilant expression, Ade instantly moved back beside him. Arman picked up the phone, his smirk widening into a sinister grin as he answered. "Right on time," he muttered, his eyes never leaving Rohan's. Rohan and Ade exchanged wary glances, both tense and more cautious at the change in Arman Mace's face. The atmosphere inside the warehouse g
............"1...10...30....55... Hmm, there are not that many here. Where might the rest be?" Rohan counted and looked back at Ravi for an answer."They should be patrolling other areas or maybe collecting money from the vendors," Ravi replied after thinking for a moment, checking the time. It was his guess based on the usual activity his team had observed from the gang."Hey, you fuckers, I'm talking to you! Are you ignoring me?" The gangsters who had thrown bottles on the ground glared at Rohan and his group, feeling ignored. Anger flashed across their faces."Crash...!""Fuck it, let's teach them a lesson!" Another group of five stood up, throwing their bottles too. Ten gangsters advanced towards Rohan, Ade, and Ravi."Damn it, they think we're weaklings!" one of the gangsters muttered angrily. Feeling humiliated by Rohan's dismissive attitude, they lunged at him, who was standing at the front."Swiish... Bam! ... Ahhhh...!!""Crash... Thud... Thud...!!"Just as the gangsters lu
............"Thank you again, Mister, and you too. Please, let me show my gratitude sometime if you have the time. Here’s my contact info!" Anshika Kumari bowed and thanked Rohan and Ade once more, offering her phone number to Rohan. She felt that words alone weren't enough to express her gratitude and wanted to invite them to dinner sometime.Although she was poor, she knew how important it was to be thankful after being saved from such a dangerous situation.If Rohan and Ade hadn't arrived when they did, who knows what that gangster might have done to her."It's alright. We'll call you when we have some time. Now off you go. That nice lady will drop you off wherever you need to go. And make sure you don't follow any shady uncles next time, alright?" Rohan smiled gently, noticing the little lady's smile, a stark contrast to her earlier crestfallen expression."Mmm... see you next time, Mister. Farewell for now!" Anshika Kumari nodded and said goodbye to Rohan and Ade before being g
............"Okay...Ms. Kumari, can you tell us how you ended up here? You know this place is very dangerous and filled with gangsters like those guys over there!" Rohan asked the girl pointed at the two pigs lying on the floor, wondering what her story was and what kind of situation led this girl to this dangerous place."I...!" Anshika looked at Rohan's face, hearing his words, unsure where to start explaining her situation that led to her current predicament.She became emotional as she remembered why she followed that portly man despite knowing he had no good intentions.At twenty years old, Anshika’s mother had suddenly been admitted to the hospital due to a stroke. Coming from a poor family of two, both mother and daughter relied heavily on each other, so she was in distress, needing urgent money for her mother's treatment.By chance, she met a portly middle-aged man who offered to pay her mother's hospital bills in exchange for doing something for him. With no other choice, s