The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock

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The Indomitable Klaus Whitlock

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Klaus Whitlock, an honest man with a deep love for his wife Allison, faces an unexpected fall from grace when he is wrongly convicted of narcotics smuggling at the airport. Unbeknownst to Klaus, the true mastermind behind the crime is his influential father-in-law, who uses his power to protect his reputation at the expense of Klaus's freedom. After spending five harrowing years in prison, Klaus's hard-earned release on good behavior turns bittersweet when he returns home to find that Allison is now engaged to his best friend, Duncan, the newly appointed zonal director of Chimera Bank. Distraught and betrayed, Klaus is consumed by despair and anger, leading him to a tragic end. But fate intervenes as a mysterious godly system resurrects him, bestowing him with extraordinary abilities. Armed with newfound power and a thirst for justice, Klaus embarks on a quest to uncover the dark truths behind an organisation hunting him and the betrayal of those he once considered family. As he navigates a complex web of betrayal, power, and revenge, Klaus must confront his former life and choose between seeking vengeance or redemption.

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    CHAPTER 1

    The fluorescent lights of Kennedy International Airport hummed, casting a sterile glow on Klaus Whitlock as he waited by the baggage carousel. His fingers curled and uncurled at his sides. The air smelled of jet fuel and cheap coffee, the sounds of hurried conversations and rolling suitcases filling the terminal. Five years. Five long, agonizing years separated him from Allison, from his life. He pictured her face—the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed, the warmth of her hand in his. He had played this moment in his head a thousand times. Would she be waiting for him? Would she run into his arms, tell him she never stopped believing in him? He had held onto that hope like a lifeline, the one thing that had kept him sane behind those prison walls. A voice shattered his thoughts. “Klaus Whitlock?” Two uniformed officers stood before him, their expressions grim. Before he could react, they were leading him away, through the maze of corridors. The faces of returning travelers bl

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    CHAPTER 1
    The fluorescent lights of Kennedy International Airport hummed, casting a sterile glow on Klaus Whitlock as he waited by the baggage carousel. His fingers curled and uncurled at his sides. The air smelled of jet fuel and cheap coffee, the sounds of hurried conversations and rolling suitcases filling the terminal. Five years. Five long, agonizing years separated him from Allison, from his life. He pictured her face—the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed, the warmth of her hand in his. He had played this moment in his head a thousand times. Would she be waiting for him? Would she run into his arms, tell him she never stopped believing in him? He had held onto that hope like a lifeline, the one thing that had kept him sane behind those prison walls. A voice shattered his thoughts. “Klaus Whitlock?” Two uniformed officers stood before him, their expressions grim. Before he could react, they were leading him away, through the maze of corridors. The faces of returning travelers bl
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    CHAPTER 2
    He had spent five years holding onto a dream.Klaus stood frozen, his hands trembling as the bouquet of roses and the carefully chosen cake slipped from his grasp. The flowers, once vibrant, now seemed to wilt under the weight of his devastation. The cake—meant to celebrate their love—felt like a cruel joke, a painful reminder of his misplaced hope. He had given everything to Allison. He had endured prison, humiliation, and endless nights of despair clinging to the belief that she would be waiting for him. He had sacrificed for her, for her family, only to be discarded like a broken, unwanted relic of the past. His breath came in ragged gasps as Allison’s cold eyes bore into him, devoid of the love he had spent five years holding onto. "You really want me to leave?" His voice cracked, betraying the whirlwind of emotions clawing at his chest. “After everything I’ve done for you?” Her expression hardened, her gaze impassive. “I don’t know why you thought you could just show up here
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    CHAPTER 3
    His tone dripping with casual malice. “I need Klaus Whitlock taken care of. Make it look like an accident.” Allison turned back to the celebration, laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. But the joy no longer felt real. Klaus jolted awake, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Pain flared through his chest with each inhale, his ribs screaming in protest. Distant, muffled sounds swam around him—a low hum of voices, the soft shuffle of feet. His head throbbed, a dull pounding at the base of his skull. Memories crashed into him all at once. Storming out of his father-in-law’s house. The check—torn and discarded in a fit of rage. The cab ride, his mind a whirlwind of betrayal. Then, the sudden collision—a black Concord slamming into the side of his taxi at a deserted intersection. The screech of metal, the shattering of glass, the world flipping into chaos. Then—nothing. Now, he was here. Bound. Helpless. Footsteps approached. Klaus forced his bleary eyes open and found hi
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    CHAPTER 4
    The mortuary was eerily silent, save for the faint hum of the air vents. The fluorescent lights flickered, casting shadows along the cold, sterile walls. Then, the mortician’s face twisted in sheer terror. His breath hitched as his eyes darted toward the funeral table. “G-Ghost…” Francis stammered, his voice barely a whisper. His body went rigid, his eyes rolling back—then he collapsed, hitting the floor with a dull thud. Klaus, crouched nearby, rubbed his chin thoughtfully. His pulse remained steady, but his mind was already calculating his next move. Footsteps. Voices drifted from the hallway, growing louder by the second. He had to hide. Without hesitation, Klaus slipped beneath the nearest funeral table, pressing his body against the cold tile. The door creaked open. A group of people entered, their movements crisp and deliberate. Among them was a stern-faced man in a white lab coat, his sharp eyes scanning the room. Beside him stood an elderly gentleman with nearly s
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    CHAPTER 5
    Klaus, now miles from the hospital, found himself in the back of a dimly lit café, the hum of conversation blending with the clinking of glasses. His heart was still pounding. The mortuary. The escape. The system. He exhaled sharply and focused. With a thought, he tapped into the strange presence lurking in his mind. A glowing interface materialized in his vision. [Name: Klaus Whitlock] [Skills: Perception (E Grade) // Mirage (F Grade)] He frowned. This still didn’t make sense. Was he hallucinating? Dreaming? Then, another notification blinked into existence. [Mission: Earn 10 million dollars using the gift of gambling.] [Reward: 10,000 coins, 1,000 EXP, Steeze +10, One Skill Upgrade.] [Failure to complete the task within the time frame (5 hours) will result in severe penalties.] Klaus nearly choked on his breath. "Excuse me?" he muttered under his breath. Ten million dollars? That wasn’t gambling—that was lunacy. His fingers drummed against the table as he considered his o
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    CHAPTER 6
    Meanwhile, Klaus perched atop a low rooftop, the city stretching before him. The adrenaline still hummed through his veins, but more than that—he felt good. The system’s boost was kicking in. His movements were sharper, his senses more attuned. A soft ping echoed in his mind. [Congratulations! You have successfully used your gambling skill for the first time.] [Reward: Permanent 20% boost in agility and grace.] [Luck stat: 180 pts.] Klaus exhaled, a smirk playing on his lips. [Convert money into digital form for bank account?] [Yes] [No] Without hesitation, Klaus selected "Yes." The bag of cash in his hands vanished, replaced by a sharp chime and a new notification: [Mission: $9,000,000 more to go] [System account: $1,000,000] Klaus exhaled, his lips curling into a grin. This was more than just numbers on a screen. This was the start of something new—an opportunity. He leaned against the railing of the pedestrian bridge, scanning the cityscape below. Neon ligh
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    CHAPTER 7
    “I don’t recall asking for your input.” Her voice was sharp, her gaze sharper—cutting through the air like a finely honed blade. “Keep quiet unless I address you.” Silence. The guards stiffened, exchanging uneasy glances. Klaus, still bound in cold steel, merely watched her, wary but intrigued. She turned to him fully now, head tilted slightly, as if assessing a piece of art only she could understand. “What’s your name?” “Klaus.” A ghost of a smirk played on her lips. “Well, Klaus… how about we have a little chat inside? On me.” The guards paled. “Ma’am, this man—” “—is my friend.” She interrupted smoothly, every syllable wrapped in quiet authority. “And unless you’d like to find employment elsewhere, I suggest you uncuff him.” Hesitation. A breath held too long. Then, the reluctant click of metal yielding to her command. “Please, sir, it was a mistake,” one guard implored, knowing the Italian man was a well-known and affluent friend of the manager, making his threat credible.
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    CHAPTER 8
    Klaus slid his stack of crisp hundred-dollar bills onto the table. The soft rustle of cash against felt was almost drowned out by the silence that gripped the room. $120,000 now lay in the betting circle. Isabella’s breath hitched. Even in high-roller territory, this was lunacy. Klaus? He was smiling. The energy in the room changed. The low murmur of gamblers and dealers, the clinking of glasses, the distant jingle of slot machines—everything dulled, as if the casino itself was holding its breath. Eyes turned toward the table, drawn by the gravity of absurd stakes. The dealer, a woman with weary eyes but a sharp mind, studied Klaus. His confidence wasn’t arrogance. It was something else—something colder, more deliberate. Klaus closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. He didn’t need to see the cards. He could feel them. Probability whispered to him, unseen forces shifting just slightly in his favor. When he opened his eyes, his gaze locked onto the dealer’s. With a smirk as bright as
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    CHAPTER 9
    Klaus sat back in his chair, eyes scanning the system screen floating before him. [Choose a skill to upgrade] He exhaled slowly, weighing his options. His skills were still at a beginner level, but Doppelganger stood out. It had the potential to be both a defensive and offensive asset. [Doppelganger: LV 2 – User can now create three clones. Clones remain active for two days.] A small smirk tugged at Klaus’s lips. Three clones… now that’s an upgrade. His mind shifted back to reality—the weight of his first mission settling on his shoulders. The sheer absurdity of it all was still sinking in. He had walked into the casino with nothing but strategy and his system’s luck stat. Hours later, he walked out with a mind-blowing $130 million from all the casino games he played. Of course, the casino wasn’t happy. Klaus had carefully split his winnings, accepting $80 million while the couple he had helped insisted on keeping only $20 million. A kind gesture on their part, but he knew they
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    CHAPTER 10
    Klaus followed him, brushing a hand through his disheveled hair. His fingers caught on knots, reminding him just how much he had let himself go. His beard was overgrown, his clothes slightly wrinkled from days of wear. He probably did look like a beggar. Behind them, two employees near the counter exchanged glances. "Does Steve not realize that man is a beggar?" a female attendant muttered under her breath. She folded her arms, watching them disappear into the grooming section. "He acts like this boutique is his entire world, always showing off what he knows." Another attendant, a male, scoffed. "He thinks he’s better than us just because he won Employee of the Year last year. I really hope he gets into trouble this time." The two chuckled quietly, glancing toward the entrance, where their supervisor, Mr. Jonathan, was due to arrive at any moment. "If the supervisor catches him wasting time on someone who clearly can’t afford anything, he’s done for," one of them whispered. They
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