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THE GREATEST REVENGER SYSTEM Arc Quest 2: Start!
Thenma’s fingers hovered over the glowing yellow panel for a heartbeat longer, his pulse quickening in anticipation. He tapped it with deliberate intent, and the system’s voice resonated once again, smooth and mechanical, carrying an air of authority: [Loading Arc Quest… Please wait.] The screen pulsed, shifting into a cascade of data streams and vivid holographic imagery. The system’s interface now seemed more advanced, its precision honed to perfection. Thenma leaned closer, his sharp eyes scanning every detail as the voice returned. [New Arc Quest Unlocked!] The text expanded across the screen, lines of glowing gold detailing the challenge ahead: [Major Arc Quest: The Fall of Kato Montgomery and Edward Montgomery] Objective: Prevent Kato Montgomery from entering politics and expose Edward Montgomery’s hidden corruption to destroy the Montgomery family's influence.] Thenma’s grin widened, his chest tightening with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation. But the syst
THE GREATEST REVENGER SYSTEM Investigation of Edwards Buried Scandal
The bustling chatter of the precinct died down as Thenma stepped inside, his presence commanding attention. Dressed sharply in a tailored black coat, his confident stride and the faint smirk on his lips were enough to make the officers glance at each other, wary. He ignored their stares, heading straight for Miles Whittaker's office. Detective Miles Whittaker sat behind his desk, his face buried in paperwork. The most honest detective in the city, or so his reputation claimed—though that title felt tarnished now. Thenma pushed open the door without knocking, his smirk widening when Miles looked up, startled. "Ah, Detective Whittaker," Thenma drawled, stepping inside and casually closing the door behind him. "I didn’t think I’d find myself sitting across from you again. After everything, of course." Miles sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Thenma," he greeted, his tone clipped. "What do you want?" Thenma chuckled and took a seat, crossing one leg over the other as if he owned
THE GREATEST REVENGER SYSTEM Meet Prosecutor Finch
The sterile air of the Prosecutor General’s Office greeted Thenma as he stepped through the glass doors. The soft hum of murmured conversations and the clicking of keyboards filled the space, but his presence turned a few heads. He adjusted the lapel of his black coat, his every step purposeful. His system, The Greatest Revenger System, had been unusually active since his visit to Miles’ office the previous day. [New Informant Unlocked: Laura Finch] [Profile Overview: >Position: Deputy Chief Prosecutor > Age: 32 > Reputation: Sharp-witted, ambitious, with an impeccable track record of high-profile cases. Known for her tenacity in court > Current Secret Interest: Investigating Kato Montgomery. Reason unknown] Reaching the front desk, he offered the receptionist a polite nod. "I’d like to meet Deputy Chief Prosecutor Laura Finch." The receptionist’s expression shifted into a polite but firm smile. "Do you have an appointment, sir? Prosecutor Finch’s schedule is quite fu
THE GREATEST REVENGER SYSTEM Under Montgomery's Watch
The bass-heavy music of Verona Lounge thumped through the walls, muffled in the soundproof VIP room where Kato Montgomery entertained himself. His shirt hung open, revealing a toned chest glistening under the dim, seductive lighting. The woman he had pulled from the dance floor earlier moaned softly, her head thrown back as Kato thrust into her with raw, unrestrained desire. Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud crash. "What the hell-!" Kato growled, pulling back abruptly and turning his furious gaze toward the intruder. The woman gasped, fumbling to pull her panties back up as Kato barked, "Get out!" She hurriedly grabbed her discarded dress and bolted from the room, avoiding the menacing glare he shot in her direction. Kato cursed under his breath, running a hand through his tousled hair as his temper flared. "Do you have a death wish?" he snapped at the man who dared interrupt him. The man bowed his head slightly but stood firm. "I'm sorry, sir. But this couldn't wait.
THE GREATEST REVENGER SYSTEM How About That?
Laura Finch stepped into the lavish Paradise Restaurant, her heels clicking softly against the marble floors. The air smelled of jasmine and fresh spices, a subtle undertone to the opulence around her. A uniformed staff member greeted her with an air of familiarity, as if she were expected. Without a word, they gestured for her to follow and led her through a maze of tables adorned with fine eastern and flickering candlelight. The path ended at an intricately carved wooden door, which the staff member opened with practiced precision. Inside, the VIP room was bathed in the warm glow of paper lanterns. The space had an oriental elegance, with silk tapestries lining the walls and a low lacquered table set for two. Kato Montgomery sat on the far side of the room, reclining comfortably on a plush chair. He cradled a ceramic cup of traditional wine, swirling it lazily as if he had all the time in the world. His sharp eyes lit up with amusement when Laura entered, a slow smile spreading a
THE GREATEST REVENGER SYSTEM No Game To Play With Me!
Kato Montgomery stood by the glass wall of the VIP room, the dim glow of paper lanterns casting his silhouette against the darkened glass. He swirled the remains of his traditional wine in the ceramic cup, his sharp eyes following Laura Finch’s every movement below. The woman walked with purpose, her heels clicking against the pavement as she approached her car. Then, as if she felt his gaze, Laura paused. Her head tilted ever so slightly, and her eyes turned upward, locking onto the third-floor window. Kato’s grip on his cup tightened as he stilled, studying her expression. She couldn’t possibly see him—the dark glass made sure of that—but the way she lingered suggested otherwise. She stood there for a heartbeat too long, her calm confidence as unnerving as it was intriguing. Finally, she turned away, stepping into her car without a backward glance. Kato watched the vehicle pull out of the driveway and disappear into the city night before turning away from the window. The room
THE GREATEST REVENGER SYSTEM Secret Operation
The heavy bass of the nightclub thumped in the background as Collin, dressed impeccably in a servant’s uniform, slipped through the crowd with calculated precision. His movements were smooth and practiced, his expression calm despite the task at hand. He approached the private lounge where Jonathan Afler—a frequent patron of this particular establishment—lay sprawled drunkenly across a plush leather couch. Two women lounged beside him, their laughter mingling with the low hum of conversation. Collin leaned in, feigning deference. "Another round of drinks for you, sir?" he asked, his voice neutral. Jonathan barely acknowledged him, muttering incoherently. Collin’s hands moved quickly but subtly, retrieving the ID access card from Jonathan’s jacket. Securing the card in his pocket, he nodded at the women. "Take good care of him, ladies." Without hesitation, he exited the room, his steps as smooth as his actions. Outside, the crisp night air greeted him as he approached a sleek blac
THE GREATEST REVENGER SYSTEM Interrogation Room
Thenma woke with a sharp jolt, his head throbbing painfully in one concentrated spot—a bitter reminder of Laura's heel. The cold steel of handcuffs bit into his wrists as he adjusted his posture in the stiff interrogation chair. His eyes flickered up to meet Laura's cold, impassive gaze as she stood across from him, her presence dominating the small room. Thenma smirked faintly despite the circumstances. "Well, we meet again, Prosecutor Finch. I’d say it’s a pleasure, but..." He trailed off, his tone light and teasing. Laura didn’t respond. Her face remained a mask of indifference, her silence unnerving. After a brief, piercing stare, she turned and exited the room. Moments later, a man entered—a tall figure with sharp features, his suit pressed to perfection. He carried a folder under his arm and settled across from Thenma with a measured, deliberate air. "I’m Detective Alex Vittoris," the man introduced himself, placing the folder on the table and flipping it open. His eyes sca
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James Found Out
It hadn’t taken long for Katarina to become the center of Rover Verelli’s attention. With her sultry voice, stunning beauty, and her practiced persona as a charming drinking companion-for-hire, she quickly found her way into Rover’s inner circle—just as Thenma had instructed. She hadn’t told her father what she was really doing at Verona Lounge, and she had no intention of doing so. Thenma had agreed to keep it between them.Before returning home each night, Katarina always made sure to change out of her seductive attire and slip into casual clothing—something she would’ve worn on any ordinary day. With a calm expression masking her double life, she stepped through the door of her home that evening.But she didn’t expect what was waiting for her.“Thenma… what are you doing—?”Her question was abruptly cut short.Her eyes widened in horror as she saw Thenma reel backward from a powerful punch to the face. Standing over him was her father—James—his face a mask of fury.“How dare you us
Wolf's Den
The air outside Verona Lounge was thick with humidity, carrying the scent of city smog and the lingering aroma of cheap perfume from the women who worked its sidewalks. The neon sign flickered in crimson hues above the entrance, casting an eerie glow onto the pavement below. It wasn’t just another nightclub. It was a place of power. A place where shadows lurked in the corners, where men with deep pockets and darker secrets indulged in pleasures that couldn’t be spoken of in daylight. And tonight, Katarina Whittaker walked into it willingly. Getting in hadn’t been as simple as she expected. The underground broker she was forced to meet had slid her a note with a single, cutting remark: “Verona Lounge doesn’t take random city whores. If you’re not from Anony, you’re out.” That in itself was enough to raise suspicion. Katarina had worked through Blostom’s nightlife before. Clubs like Verona Lounge were supposed to be filled with girls from all backgrounds—runaways, desperate wome
Talking Plans
The ride to Thenma’s apartment was silent, save for the occasional hum of the engine. Laura wasn’t sure why he had brought her here instead of discussing the plan elsewhere, but she didn’t question it. Not yet.The apartment building was tall, sleek, and modern—one of those places where the city’s wealthier residents lived, far removed from the chaos below. The 11th floor gave a perfect view of Blostom’s restless streets, yet inside, it was eerily quiet.Thenma unlocked the door with an effortless motion, barely knocking before pushing it open. The moment it swung wide, a bright voice greeted him."Thenma!"A girl rushed forward, her excitement clear in her tone. Katarina Whittaker—young, bright-eyed, carrying the kind of energy that could light up a room. Her long, honey-blonde hair bounced slightly as she reached for him, but then she froze.Her smile faltered.Her warm brown eyes flicked from Thenma to Laura.Someone she didn't recognize.And even though Katarina didn’t say a word,
Something Off About Everything
The city of Blostom was awake in its usual rhythm—cars streaming through the roads, people rushing in and out of the Prosecutor Building Center, and the occasional blare of sirens in the distance.At 10 a.m., a sleek, midnight-black sports car sat idly in the parking lot, the tinted windows shielding its occupants from prying eyes.Inside, Thenma was relaxed—too relaxed. One hand rested on the wheel while the other lifted a can of soft drink to his lips. Across from him, Laura Finch sat with her arms crossed, brows slightly furrowed.She hesitated for a moment, then exhaled."You’re saying Joey gave you the hint… through a sandwich?"Thenma smirked, glancing at her sideways. “Mr. Douglas.”Laura rolled her eyes. "Joey."Thenma let out a chuckle, taking another sip of his drink. "Yeah, a sandwich. Pretty creative, huh? The guy used mustard to write the damn coordinates. Real old-school spy shit."Laura’s gaze sharpened, her skepticism evident. "And you’re sure you got it?"Thenma’s smi
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⚠️ Content Warning: Mature & Disturbing Themes ⚠️This chapter contains graphic depictions of violence, sexual exploitation, non-consensual acts, drug use, and psychological manipulation. It explores dark themes such as human trafficking, abuse, and inhumane experiments. Reader discretion is strongly advised.If you are sensitive to such topics, please proceed with caution or consider skipping this chapter. Your well-being is important.---Laura stiffened at the sound of Kato’s voice behind her. She turned swiftly, masking her initial surprise. The way he stood there, casual yet calculated, made her uneasy—like he had been there long enough to hear every word exchanged between her and Thenma.She swallowed down her nerves, reverting to the version of herself that Kato knew: cold, distant, untouchable.“Just talking to a friend,” she said, her tone indifferent. “Inside was too loud.”Kato’s smile was polite, yet it held the weight of something unspoken. He didn’t trust her. That much
One of The Girls
The air in the VIP room no. 5 was thick with perfume and the slow, hypnotic beat of the lounge’s private playlist. Dim golden lights flickered, casting seductive shadows as the women moved around Laura, their bodies swaying in a practiced rhythm.On the sleek glass table before her, a bottle of Château Margaux sat half-opened, its dark red liquid reflecting the ambient glow of the room. Crystal glasses clinked as one of the girls poured a drink, offering it to Laura with a teasing smile."You're not drinking," the woman purred, running a manicured finger along the rim of the glass. "Are we not to your taste, Miss Finch?"Laura barely spared her a glance. Seated at the center of the long leather couch, her body language remained unreadable—casual but detached. The women surrounded her, draping themselves across the seating, their movements fluid, seductive. Some continued their sultry dance on the polished pole in the middle of the room, twisting and arching like sirens luring in sailo
The Point Is To Go Back
Thenma stared at the numbers, his breath catching in his throat. A code—coordinates, precise and deliberate. It took him a moment to process that Joey had done this. That Joey, after all his irritation and refusal to cooperate, had finally shown his hand.A quiet part of him had started to believe Joey would never come around. But this—this was proof. A silent acknowledgment. A sign that Joey was choosing to trust him.Disbelief flickered in Thenma’s chest, quickly followed by something deeper—gratitude, relief. But he didn’t let it show. He could still feel the weight of unseen eyes on him, the invisible threads of surveillance tightening around the café.He quickly memorized the sequence, engraving it into his mind before carefully pressing the sandwich slices back together. Then, without hesitation, he took a bite, forcing himself to eat naturally, to move like nothing had changed. He chewed slowly, letting the taste settle, disguising his satisfaction with the meal.And for the fi
Way To The Key
Laura barely had time to stop the car when Thenma threw the door open and rushed out. His movements were sharp, precise—like a man who had just connected an important piece of a puzzle and couldn’t wait to confirm it.She watched as he strode toward the small café across the street, completely absorbed in his mission. His urgency was palpable, like nothing else mattered except reaching Joey.Laura frowned, leaning against the steering wheel. "Are you ever going to tell me why you dragged me all the way here?"Thenma, already halfway across the road, glanced back briefly. "Not now. You can head back first. I’ve got things to do here."Laura scoffed in disbelief. "Are you serious?"Thenma didn’t respond. He simply pushed open the café door, stepping inside without looking back.The warm aroma of coffee greeted him, blending with the low hum of conversation. The moment he entered, he forced himself to slow down, suppressing the restless energy that had driven him here. He had to act natu
The Case Takes Two
The soft hum of the car’s interior light cast a faint glow over Laura Finch’s face as she gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles pale against the leather. She hadn’t started the engine yet, and the silence in the car was suffocating. Next to her, Thenma slouched in the passenger seat, exuding his usual air of defiance.Laura’s sharp, cold gaze bore into him, the irritation on her face unmistakable. “Don’t waste your time staring at me like that, Prosecutor Finch,” Thenma said, his voice low but laced with mockery.Laura scoffed, leaning back in disbelief. “Then stop acting like I’m your damn parent, boy. Do you have any idea how many files I had to skip to drag you out of that police station?”“Sorry, Mom,” Thenma replied dryly, tugging his leather jacket tighter around him as if to shield himself from her frustration. But his mind wasn’t on her scolding—it was still back in Anony, replaying Joey Douglas’ panicked gestures over and over.Laura shook her head, her lips presse
