WEEEOOOOHHH!
The sharp wail of police sirens shattered the tense silence of the alley.
The flickering red and blue lights reflected against the damp brick walls as the sound of screeching tires filled the air.
Su Chen, still standing in his defensive stance, watched as the thugs froze. Their eyes darted toward the street, their bodies tensing.
Then—without a word—they turned and bolted, disappearing into the maze of alleys.
Su Chen remained motionless for a few seconds, his breathing ragged.
It was over.
Slowly, he unclenched his fists, feeling the tension leave his body.
That had been too close.
If the police hadn't passed by at that exact moment…
He exhaled, shaking his head.
What was the point of thinking about it?
This was reality. He wasn't some untouchable figure anymore. He was just a man.
And if he wanted to survive, he had to accept that.
(What do you thought he will awaken system 🐸)
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Acceptance
Su Chen stepped out of the alley, the cold night air brushing against his face.
The world felt… different.
It wasn't that the city had changed—no, everything was exactly as it had been before his rise to power. The same cracked pavement, the same neon signs flickering above closed storefronts, the same distant hum of traffic.
But to him, it all felt foreign.
Like he didn't belong here.
Because in his mind, he still wasn't the weak, struggling Su Chen of the past. He was the man who had built an empire, who had achieved power beyond imagination.
And yet, all of that was gone.
The system didn't appear. The wealth, the status—it was all just a memory now.
A cruel joke.
He tightened his grip on his bag, feeling the weight of the few valuables he had salvaged from his apartment.
There was no point in thinking about the past anymore.
For some reason, fate had given him another chance—
but this time, without power.
Then… what was he supposed to do?
He thought about Ye Meng. About Su Tian.
They didn't exist here.
The people he loved, the family he had built—they were nothing but ghosts of a future that would never happen.
The realization twisted like a knife in his chest.
But he had to move forward.
Even if he didn't have power.
Even if he was just another ordinary man struggling to survive.
He had done it before.
He could do it again.
This time, he would live a normal life.
No grand ambitions. No supernatural power. No war for supremacy.
Just an ordinary life.
That was his resolve.