2024-12-07 20:15:32Evelyn Raven's funeral was a big event as she was a well respected and loved woman in North Hills.
High-profile individuals and even the first lady of the country graced her funeral. After Evelyn Raven was laid to rest, the Raven family gathered the next day for a brief hearing of her will. Evelyn Raven founded Raven enterprises, a global e-commerce company. It's the third-largest e-commerce company in the world with a net worth of $400 million. Evelyn Raven has two sons, Jonathan Raven and Francis Raven. Jonathan and Ingrid had three offspring: Curtis Raven, Laura Raven and Betty Raven. Francis, with his wife Helga Raven had two offspring, Gregory Raven and Jasmin Raven. Mr. Woods, Evelyn's trusted lawyer, adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. Jonathan Raven, being the first son, was appointed chairman and CEO of the company, controlling 35% stake in the company. Everyone nodded in approval as Jonathan had dedicated decades to Raven enterprises. The family estate was also given to Jonathan's children, Curtis, Laura, and Betty, which was divided among them. Francis Raven, Evelyn Raven's second son, was appointed COO of Raven enterprises with a 15% stake. His two offspring inherited the secondary estate off the coasts of North Hills. So far, so good, nobody argued with how their inheritance was split. It was fair and reasonable to the Raven family. Evelyn also donated the sum of $15 million to various orphanages, foundations, and charitable causes. Then Mr. Woods paused as he read the last paper. “There is one final bequest… to a man named Barry.” Barry, who had been sitting on a low stool at the corner of the room, raised his head slowly when his name was announced. He had been grieving Evelyn's death that he wasn't even paying attention to the will reading, not until his name was announced. Everyone turned to stare at Moses, surprise written all over their faces. “How is it possible that piece of crap gets a share of our family's inheritance?” Curtis said curtly. “He's an outsider. He shouldn't be getting a cut.” “I agree,” Gregory stood up, agitated. He pointed an accusing finger at Barry. “Did you manipulate our grandmother to leave you a share of our wealth, you street rat.” Barry's eyes darkened. He had had just about enough with the Raven family and their dislike for him. “I did no such thing,” he said, his voice dark. “If you don't want me to take part in the inheritance, you can have it.” Gregory hesitated. He had never seen Barry looked so sad and moody. “Well, then,” Francis Raven urged Mr. Woods. “What did our loving mother leave her trashy grandson-in-law?” Mr. Woods cleared his throat and glanced down at the document in his hand. Everybody leaned forward, eager to hear what Evelyn Raven had left Barry. “Barry is to inherit the White mansion off the coast of North Hills,” Mr. Woods announced. “He's also given rights to own Evelyn Raven's $10,000 funded Forex trading account.” Everybody stood up sharply in shock. The White mansion was worth over $25 million, too luxurious for a man like Barry to inherit out of the blue. The Raven family erupted in anger. Ingrid pulled at her hair, her voice screeching. “This is unacceptable. My children were given the family estate, but how come this nobody gets the White mansion, huh?” “A $25 million mansion? You've got to be kidding me,” Curtis slammed his hands on the table. “Grandmother must have been out of her mind to leave him anything.” “I smell a rat,” Gregory yelled at Barry, pointing an accusing finger at Barry. “What sort of lies did you whisper in my grandmother's ears while she was frail and weak? I don't believe this!” Francis Raven walked up to Mr. Woods and snatched the documents. “Give me that,” His eyes ran over every single detail of the will. “It's all in here. That bastard gets the White mansion and her forex trading account.” Jonathan joined him and read the will. His face knitted into a thick frown. “Barry doesn't deserve this–any of it. As the first son of the Raven family, I cannot allow a stranger to own the White mansion.” “Yeah, father, don't let him,” Betty Raven shouted. “How is he getting the white mansion and I have to share the family's estate with Laura and Curtis? It's not fair.” Ingrid rushed up to Barry and slapped him across the face. “You entitled bastard. I don't care what my mother-in-law saw in you, but the rest of us clearly don't. If you know what's best for you, you'd reject this inheritance.” Barry held his cheeks, his mind racing. He was also shocked that Evelyn would leave him a home and not just any home, the White mansion. The White mansion was the fifth most expensive private homes built in North Hills. It was too much for a pauper like him. Suddenly, Laura who had been watching the entire scene in a brooding silence, stood up and cleared her throat. The room fell silent as she spoke, “Well, now that grandmother is gone, I have a very important announcement I want to make.” Barry looked at her, wondering what she was up to. Her heels clicked sharply against the tiled floor as she walked up to him. With one swift motion, she pulled out a stack of papers and thrust them into Barry's face. “I'm getting a divorce,” she declared, a bitter smile on her face.
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Master of the supreme life-force art
Barry stood at the edge of the trench, the heat from the coals warping the air before him. He looked down at his bare feet, then at the long path of hot coals. He swallowed a lump down his throat. "I can do this," he said, steadying his breath. "I know I can do this."He lifted his right foot and placed it squarely onto the bed of embers.A searing, immediate pain exploded from his sole. It felt like molten metal eating away on his skin. He gasped and jerked his entire leg back as if pulled by a string. He stumbled backward, staring at the red blistering skin on the bottom of his foot. A cold wave of doubt flooded him. This was madness. He wasn't built for this. The fire would consume his flesh. Unfortunately for Barry, Wei offered him no sympathy.“Again,” Wei snapped.Barry's jaw clenched as he tried to push the doubt aside. He stepped forward again, this time forcing his foot down and attempting to walk on the coals.The result was worse than before. The burn was just as fi
The second and third training
Barry was immediately prompted to the next stage of his training. The next day after he had struck down the tree with his fist, Wei brought Barry toward the eastern ridge of the island. There, a narrow mountain path spiraled upward like a scar carved into the stone. At its base lay stacks of thick wooden logs.Each log was cut from ironwood trees that were dense and brutally heavy.“You have passed the first training,” Wei said calmly. “Now comes your endurance training.”He gestured again. “You will carry logs from the base of the hill to the summit. One at a time. There are five hundred logs lying in wait for you. Ensure you clear them all.”Barry studied the hill closely.The slope was very steep and uneven. Even seasoned disciples struggled to carry a single log halfway up before collapsing.But he nodded all the same. “I understand. I'll do it.”That very night, Barry lifted the first log onto his shoulders.The weight slammed into him like a mountain. His knees bent instantly,
No one laughed
From that day forward, Barry trained like a man possessed.Dawn no longer mattered to him. Even nightfall no longer existed. From his perspective, the world shrank until there was only him and the tree.He punched. Again. And again. And again.His fists kept slamming into the bark until his hands bled. He'd wrap his hands when the skin split open to stop the bleeding. When the cloth soaked through with blood, he tore more from his robe. When there was nothing left to tear, he used leaves and vines.But Barry never stopped.Before he knew it, he began to forget his meals. Sleep became an afterthought. His body screamed for rest, but Barry ignored it stubbornly. His mind was centered on one purpose—falling the tree with his fist. That was all that mattered to him.Meanwhile, Han and his followers never missed a chance to mock him. Every evening, as they returned from structured training, they passed by Barry’s spot simply to take shots at him. “He’s still punching that thing?”“Look
Han
The sun crawled slowly across the sky as Barry stood before the next thick tree.Again. And again. And again.His fist slammed into the bark, sending a dull thud through the forest. Pain exploded up his arm, vibrating into his bones. He hissed sharply through clenched teeth but did not stop.By midmorning, his knuckles were raw. By noon, blood stained the bark where he struck it. The tree, however, stood unmoved.Barry staggered back, breathing hard, sweat soaking through his white robe. He leaned against a rock, lowering himself to the ground.So this is how they break you, he thought.He drank water, wrapped his hands in cloth torn from his sleeves, and sat quietly for a few minutes, eyes closed, regulating his breath.Then he stood up.And returned to punching.Soon, time lost meaning to Barry. The sound of fists against bark blended with the rustling wind. When his arms trembled too badly to continue, he rested. When the pain dulled into a deep, burning ache, he stood again.Th
limits
The next morning, Barry was ripped out of sleep by a thunderous gong.BOOOONG—!The sound rolled across the island like a living thing, vibrating through stone, bone, and blood.Barry groaned softly and sat upright, rubbing his face with both hands.The room he had been given was barely larger than a storage cell. A low mattress lay directly on the stone floor. Beside it were three plain white robes folded neatly and a pair of worn sandals identical to those worn by the other disciples.There was no luxury nor special treatment for him. He was treated equally with the others.Barry had no problem with this. He was used to discipline and humility.Exhaled, he swung his legs off the mattress, and stood to his feet.The time was 4:00 a.m when he woke up. It was far earlier than his usual morning alarm.Without wasting time, he changed quickly, tied his robe, splashed cold water over his face, and stepped outside.The temple grounds were already alive.Rows of disciples moved in silence,
The clansmen
A heavy silence followed after Wei’s proclamation. For a long, awkward moment, no one said anything. Then everyone burst into laughter, shattering the silence like glass. Some clansmen covered their mouths as they laughed openly. Others shook their heads, smirking as if they had just heard the most ridiculous joke imaginable.“Him?!” a burly man with a shaved head and crossed arms barked, his voice thick with scorn. “Grandmaster, have the years clouded your vision? He’s an outsider! A soft city-dweller!”Another, younger man with a sharp face stepped forward, his smirk cruel. “Look at his clothes! His hands! He’s never known real labor, let alone the discipline of the Supreme Life-Force!""Absolutely. This is an insult to every disciple who has bled and sweated here for decades!"The laughter grew, mingled with angry muttering. "Grandmaster," an elder with a long scar across his cheek said gravely, "you trained us from childhood. We have shed blood and bone for this art. And yet yo
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