2023-10-11 18:03:29The moment Ryan opened his eyes after a good night's sleep, he was greeted with TEETS's notification.
Peeep!
[Congratulations!]
[Objective Five: Expose Marissa Crowne's infidelity.]
[Objective Five Achieved.]
[You received an Active Ability – Dismantle Lvl 1.]
[Description: Allow the Host to reveal another System's Host within a 100-meter radius and negate one of their Abilities.]
'That's cool,' Ryan thought. 'I wonder when I'll meet one.'
[As Dismantle is an Active Ability, the Host may use it once a day. It will remain active for an hour.]
Ryan hummed, thinking, 'Dismantle.'
[Dismantle Lvl 1 Activated.]
[No other Host found within a 100-meter radius.]
'Oh, well.'
Ryan smiled to himself, knowing that it was a good omen, that today would go smoothly, like what he and Violet had planned.
As Ryan promised that he'd help bring Violet's parents together again and not make the divorce
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The Revenger's System 129. The Next Performance from An Amateur
‘My dear, sweet angel,Would you be so kind as to go to my private island in the Caribbean with me today? If you truly love me, go on pack your things and go meet with the driver who will take you to the airport.I will wait for you there.From your future husband,Rhome.’Marissa smiled to herself as she reread the message again and again. She couldn’t help but smell the fragrant flowers again. It was a beautiful assortment of white, yellow, and pink flowers.She didn’t know Rhome could be this romantic, but it was to be expected. After all, he had done every romantic thing since meeting her at Rosanda’s party two nights ago.She walked to the bed with bouncy steps, humming to herself as she lay there with sparkling eyes, imagining what they would do on his private island.A private island. In the Caribbean Sea, no less!Robert would never bought her things like this. A flower bouquet, of c
The Revenger's System 130. Ready to Sail
Ryan heaved a sigh when it was time to move out. They landed at the international airport when the sun was about to set. They had to get to the harbor and get on a yacht from there. Not wanting to wait and mingle with the others, Ryan had purchased a yacht and paid someone to navigate it. Ryan put up an act, making sure his voice was higher than usual but still similar to how he sounded earlier. He found Marissa already waiting for him as she got out earlier like all those first-class passengers. “Do you have a good flight, Ma’am?” he greeted her with a smile. He wore an additional red cap to further hide his features, though Marissa wouldn’t notice. Besides, the sun was especially hot here, so he was just blending with the crowd. “Oh, yes, very much, thank you.” Marissa was visibly shaking from excitement, oblivious to the trap that lay ahead. “Where are we going from here?” “Our ride is waiting by the dock.” Ryan grabbed her suitcase
The Revenger's System 131. Best Laid Plan
The journey was beautiful.Though it didn't even take an hour until they arrived at the private island that Ryan bought from the dark web yesterday. Violet hoped there wouldn't be any animals or nomad people lurking around.Violet looked around, and there was no one.There was no one.Where the hell did Ryan go?A quick look into her phone, and she sighed.'Your mom wants to look around the islands. If you arrive first, hide your father or she'll refuse to get off the yatch.'Ugh, now she had to rack her brain.Once again, looking around, she spotted a newly made wooden cottage with two windows about twenty meters from the water. The green coconut trees, shrubs, and grass around the cottage created a beautiful view that contrasted nicely against the white sand.Turning to Jones, she asked, "What about the supplies?"The tan young man in a floral shirt gestured with his spreading hands, "It have all fruits you can
The Revenger's System 132. Basic Survival Skill
The island Ryan bought was beautiful.Located in the Caribbean Sea, the air was fresh and warm enough for him to take off his shirt. He could swim by the water – hopefully, he wouldn’t sink or get caught in a wave – or just lay around the white sandy beach. Like the other island he bought to parent-trap his in-laws, it also had a small wooden cottage with enough necessities.Staying here with Violet, it must felt like heaven.However, a strange and intrusive variable came out of the blue.Staring at the tall, blond man in the eye, Ryan grunted, “You really have no shame showing your face in front of me, do you? Feeling like a parasite now?”“I should be the one saying that.” Jared huffed and straightened his back, crossing his arms to make himself bigger. He was compensating for something else, obviously.“Well, you’re welcome to leave anytime soon,” Ryan said without a care, &ldquo
The Revenger's System 133. The Man with A Burn Scar on His Neck
Ryan grabbed a tablet from inside. “Want to watch what your parents are doing?” Violet blinked at him. “How many cameras do you have?” “Three.” “That’s not nearly enough.” “What, you want to watch your parents make love or something?” Violet groaned, “Don’t say anything like that, scum!” “Well…” “And no, that’s not what I mean.” Violet had to think of something ridiculous to take her mind off that horrendous image. “What if they kill each other?” “I hardly think so.” “Oh, you want to bet?” “Like I said, you suck in your bet against me.” “Turn it on, then. You’ll see what I mean.” Ryan turned on the tablet and saw what the CCTV he had installed showed them. “Fuck. You’re right.” Frankly, Marissa and Robert were fighting tooth and nail, like elementary kids with a crush. “See? I know my parents better than you.” “As you should.” Ryan mumbled, wincing a little
The Revenger's System 134. A Call for Help
The next day, Ryan had prepared various sets of breakfasts to enjoy with Violet. He purposefully made meals with nice smells and kept them in the small living room.Jared was there, grumbling silently as his stomach growled like a hungry monster. However, he eyed the delicious breakfast Ryan made with the piercing eyes of a hunter. In this case, he had to close his mouth to stop salivating over the smell and look of it.“The kitchen’s free if you want to make your noodles,” Ryan smirked at him, bringing along the orange juices and a bowl of salad. “Or warm your canned soup, perhaps? Good thing I stored some in here, right? Either way, you have to pick fruits from the woods or die of starvation.”Scowling heavily, Jared rose to his feet and slammed the door. He went out and disappeared to the woods behind the small cottage, probably searching for some fruits like he suggested.Finally, alone with Violet, he smiled to himself.<
The Revenger's System 135. Snake and Tree
“HELP!”It was Jared’s voice.“PLEASE HELP!”There was no mistaking.It really was Jared’s voice, and he must be in danger.Jared was in danger–Violet rose to her feet and rushed out of the cottage’s porch. She dashed further to the island, going into the woods where Jared must have searched for some fruits to eat. He was alone.“Wait,” Ryan shouted behind her, “Violet, wait!”She didn’t care.Jared was her brother, her role model and protector. He was always the one who saved her. So, now was her chance to do the same for him. She had to keep him from whatever danger was threatening his life. Whether it was wild animals or dangerous people, she’d save him for sure.“Violet!”Soon, Ryan was running beside her.“We have to assess the situation first.”Anger welled up inside her chest. &l
The Revenger's System 136. The Ex-CEO and A Caterpillar
“I will not carry him to the cottage.”That was the sentence Ryan had repeated for the last three minutes. He was annoyed by the notion itself, let alone when the person he was supposed to carry was none other than his brother-in-law.To strengthen Ryan’s point, the person in question agreed. For once in his life.“Who are you to say that?” Jared crossed his arms as he sat on the ground, grimacing as his right ankle throbbed with pain. “Even if you beg to carry me, I will never let you touch an inch of my skin.”“Ew. Now, who sounds so gross?”“It’s you, useless scum!”“Oh, yeah? I don’t see a bug on my shoulder, but I assure you I see a certain bastard does!”Jared glare. Hard. And cold. Like a pair of daggers made from ice. But it only lasted for three seconds because the next thing he knew, he was screaming when he felt small feet walking on t
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156. Signing His Death Sentence
Ryan struggled to stay awake as he stared blankly at one of the bare white walls around him.The hum of the bright fluorescent lights above him flickered occasionally, breaking him in and out of his trance. There were no windows except for the small one at the door, which barely showed into the hallway.He had long lost count of the hours he had been held inside this room since he arrived. He felt tired and broken in more ways than one, but he was managing, and that is all he could do right now.He just needed to hold out a little longer.Just a little longer.Shifting his gaze at the paper before him, it did not take long to realize that no one here was ever on his side to begin with. Telling the truth did not matter. Everyone believed he was a murderer. He was guilty the moment he was arrested, and they made that very clear after trying to repeatedly beat him into signing the confession, making sure to avoid his face. Anything that his prison uniform did cover, they beat until they
155. Turning Table is Not that Simple
The interrogation room was well air-conditioned, it was supposed to be cold. Yet, Ryan couldn’t feel anything but stifling heat from deep within his chest. He felt rage, more than fear or puzzlement at this point.There was only one person who could and would frame him, but getting everyone to believe was hard. Almost impossible, even.Leaning back in his chair, Detective Pierce continued, "Let me tell you the short version of what I think happened. You murdered Jorge and left Edric for dead. You left straight from the party to the airport, trying to flee the scene of the crime.""That's ridiculous.""Why else would you leave Seattle in such a hurry? Were you planning to leave the country next?"Glaring, Ryan griped out a resounding, "No, I simply went home. If I wanted to run, I'd go anywhere but there, wouldn't you think?""It's not far-fetched for you to gather your things and prepare to disappear for good. You wanted revenge for your father's death and you wanted to take down the
154. Murder Interrogation
Still in shock, Ryan asked the police officer who told him to step forward. "Can I make a phone call?""You're not allowed.""What about an attorney?""The police will contact one on your behalf once you've been transferred.""Transferred?"The officer sighed, pushing him to move forward after a moment. "To Seattle's police jurisdiction. Now stop talking and walk."Following the orders to move, Ryan was taken to a small check-in station where an officer forcefully dipped each of his fingers in black ink, printing each digit on a white paper document.Once they were finished, he was escorted into another area, which was equipped with a digital camera and a large backdrop against the wall that was marked with varying heights. He inwardly sighed as he was given a small blackboard with his name to hold up.An officer instructed him to stand up straight and look towards the camera. He flinched as the flash sounded and wa
153. Arrested in Cuffs
Opening the door, Ryan was alarmed at finding a couple of police officers standing on the other side. Glancing at the police car in the driveway, his face drained at wondering what the hell was going on."Are you Ryan Wilder?" one of the officers asked."…Yes."One of the men immediately took his hand and placed a handcuff around his wrist, pulling his other arm behind his back before adding another cuff.Another officer said, "Ryan Wilder, you are hereby under arrest on suspicion of murder."His mouth fell open in complete disbelief. "What?""You have the right to remain silent," the officer continued. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?"His knees felt weak. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. If this really was a dream after
152. Running Away Together
Everything was a blur as Ryan rushed down the hall and burst through the door where they had last left Violet and Edric.What he had found on the other side was his worst nightmare realized.Kneeling down as he pulled Violet limply into his arms, he shakily touched the side of her draining face and gently shook her, finding no response. Choking out her name through cracked whispers over and over, he couldn't stop the sudden tears blurring his vision.Never in his life had Ryan ever felt so hurt and broken as he did now."G-God, no…" he whimpered. "Violet, please… please wake up."Every silent second that passed felt like eternity as his chest began to heave with broken sobs. His throat burned and his eyes clenched in anguish.Weakly picking himself up to see her face, he brushed back her bangs and froze when her blue eyes slowly fluttered open. Everything around him grew still like he was viewing a dream
151. Fight Against Luck
Violet was ready to fight him. She had trained in several martial arts and mastered them for self-defense against harmful men like him. Rendering Edric useless was an easy task. She had almost done that months ago, when he was still playing with his old dog. Come to think of it, where was that old dog of his again? Violet’s blue eyes were focused as she shifted into a defensive stance, her lithe frame ready for action. On the other hand, Edric appeared remarkably nonchalant, sitting at a table with a book and a wide grin on his face as if he knew something Violet didn’t. The first move came from the infamous actress. Her movements were swift and precise, as she had aimed a roundhouse kick at Edric’s head. The red dress with high open slit at her tight created a beautiful motion picture, if one were to enjoy it. Sadly, the circumstance was not fit for such approval. However, just as Violet’s foot was about to connect with Edric’s head, a stack of books toppled over, and he stumble
150. The Outbreak
"Pick it up," Edric haughtily repeated. Violet couldn't believe what she had done - even if he did deserve it. Her reputation was already in the mud lately, so it wasn’t her concern. She just didn’t believe that she punched Edric because of Ryan, the fucking scum. To hell with people still watching her nude scenes. She had made that choice in her younger days, so she didn’t want to regret it right now. However, to insult and humiliate Ryan for having such wife, crossed her line. Oh, how her world had turned upside down because of him. Not responding fast enough for his liking, as she stood frozen in place, he roughly grabbed her arm and nearly pushed her towards the floor before Ryan had cut in between them. "Don't you ever touch her again," Ryan furiously spat. "You'll fucking regret it." Before Edric could retort, the Head Butler of the Ashford family, Jorge, wedged between them, gently pushing them back by the shou
149. To the Fundraiser
Right after breakfast, Thomas knocked on the penthouse door and asked if they were ready. Once they were, they left with Thomas, who had been waiting in the living room. He had been instructed to chauffeur them around Seattle today to find appropriate attire for the company's black tie fundraiser tonight.Although they were being forced to attend, Ryan surprised himself by enjoying their time together shopping for the event. Maybe it was because he got to see Violet try on dresses, or maybe it was just nice to do something normal. Before they return to the penthouse, Violet wants him to buy her a car. She would never ask him for such a thing, because even with all the wealth he had acquired, Violet could afford a car herself. Besides, she was too proud to ask for one. So, when she did ask him, Ryan easily agreed, and they bought one. Too bad, Violet didn’t let him see what the car she bought either, saying it was a surprise for him. Once they returned back to his penthouse after t
148. His First Kiss
Street lamps flickered on one by one as Thomas drove him about an hour south from the Ashford Gorup's building headquarters to the city's international airport.As the car rolled to a stop, Thomas turned back from the driver's seat and said, "I'll go wait for Ms. Crowne and escort her here, Mr. Wilder."Already unbuckling his seat belt, Ryan lifted a hand up for him to remain in place. Opening the door, he said, "Not necessary. Just stay here and wait for us.""But-"Slamming the door shut, he reached into the inside of his suit jacket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. He felt like an idiot wearing them, but they had helped with shielding his eyes from any sudden camera flashes. He doubted it would somehow cover his identity, but it served as a kind of protection from meeting someone's eyes directly.Familiar with where to go, Ryan placed his hands in his pockets and walked towards the terminal she would be arriving from.Once he heard Vi
