Julian stared at the glowing text on the watch's cracked surface. His fingers trembled, hovering over the mysterious device that had just changed his life in a single night. His entire body felt different—lighter, as if he had crossed an invisible threshold, stepping into a world he didn't understand.
The ten thousand dollars sitting in his bank account felt unreal.
He had spent years being mocked, insulted, and used by people who never even cared to remember his name. Girls who sneered at him, laughing behind his back. Friends who abandoned him the moment he needed them. A world that never gave him anything.
But now?
Now, he had power.
And power demanded a price.
The words on the watch flickered, pulsing as if impatient.
[New Task Available]
Julian hesitated, his gut twisting. He hadn't expected this. What if the next task was worse than the first? What if it required him to do something he wasn't prepared for?
But what was he afraid of?
Hadn't he suffered enough already? Hadn't he been pushed around, discarded like trash? If the world was going to use him, then maybe it was time for him to use the world.
His jaw clenched. He tapped the watch.
The screen flickered, and a new message appeared.
[Task 2: The Art of Humiliation]
"Find the person who mocked you most in the past. Expose their weakness in front of others. Break them."
Julian's breath caught in his throat.
His mind raced through the faces of those who had tormented him. The girls who had toyed with his emotions, leading him on just to laugh at him. The guys who had shoved him against lockers, humiliated him in front of crowds.
And then—one name surfaced in his mind.
Liam Carter.
Julian's fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.
Liam was the golden boy of the school. Tall, rich, charismatic. He had everything Julian didn't. And he had made sure Julian knew it.
For years, Liam had tormented him. In front of girls, in front of teachers, in front of everyone. Mocking him for being poor, humiliating him at parties, even forcing him to watch as the girl Julian liked was stolen right in front of his eyes.
And Julian had taken it. Because what else could he do?
But now…
Julian picked up his phone, his fingers typing with a new sense of purpose.
There was a party tonight. One of the biggest ones of the month. A high-end rooftop gala at the Mirage Hotel, packed with celebrities, influencers, and rich kids who flaunted their wealth like it was their birthright.
Liam would be there.
And tonight, Julian wasn't going as an outcast. He was going as something else.
Something new.
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The rooftop was filled with the scent of expensive cologne, high-end liquor, and the sweet perfume of women dressed in the finest designer brands. The city skyline stretched beyond the glass barriers, neon lights flashing in the distance as music thumped in the air.
Julian stepped onto the marble floor, his posture relaxed but his mind sharp. For once, he wasn't wearing thrift store clothing. He had used a fraction of his reward money to rent an expensive suit—a black tailored piece that fit him perfectly, making him look like he belonged in this world.
Nobody recognized him at first.
The same people who ignored him in school, who never bothered to remember his name, now gave him side glances as he walked past. He caught a group of girls whispering, their eyes scanning him up and down, curiosity flickering in their expressions.
Julian smirked.
Power was a strange thing.
And then he saw him.
Liam Carter.
Laughing, surrounded by his usual circle of friends. His arm draped lazily around two girls, his cocky smile as effortless as ever.
Julian's stomach tightened.
The watch buzzed.
[Target Identified.]
[Weakness: Livestreaming Reputation]
Julian's lips curled. Liam had built a reputation as a rising star on social media, flaunting his luxurious lifestyle on livestreams. He was the face of the perfect rich kid—every post carefully curated, every video designed to make people envy his wealth.
But Julian knew the truth.
Liam had secrets. And tonight, Julian would expose them.
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Julian positioned himself strategically near the bar, close enough to overhear Liam's conversation but far enough to remain unnoticed. His phone was already connected to a private forum—one where rumors spread like wildfire. He had created a fake profile earlier, gathering dirt from students who despised Liam just as much as he did.
And then—he found it.
A video.
One that Liam had never wanted anyone to see.
Julian smirked, his fingers tapping quickly. He uploaded the clip onto a viral thread, attached Liam's name, and hit send.
The effects were instant.
The crowd near Liam's group started shifting, murmurs rising. People pulled out their phones, scrolling, their expressions changing from amusement to shock. Liam frowned, noticing the shift.
Then his own phone buzzed.
He clicked on the notification. And froze.
His face paled.
Julian watched as panic replaced confidence, as the once-golden boy realized the walls were closing in.
The video had exposed everything. Liam's father—who funded his entire lifestyle—had been caught in a corruption scandal. Secret offshore accounts, bribery, tax evasion. And now, the world knew.
More notifications flooded in. News outlets, influencers, even law enforcement were picking up the story.
Julian stepped forward, leaning close to Liam's ear.
"Not so fun when you're the one being humiliated, huh?"
Liam snapped his head around, fury in his eyes.
"You—!"
But before he could finish, the girls beside him had already backed away, their eyes filled with disgust. His friends whispered, distancing themselves, their loyalty crumbling in real-time.
Liam's perfect world was falling apart.
Julian took a slow sip of his drink, feeling something he had never felt before.
Satisfaction.
The watch vibrated.
[Task 2 Completed: Reward Available]
Julian exhaled slowly, stepping back as security guards began approaching Liam. The golden boy's reign was over. And Julian?
He had just begun.
He tapped the watch.
[Choose Your Reward]
1. Physical Enhancement (+10% Strength & Speed)
2. Charm Boost (Irresistible Presence for 48 hours)
3. Ownership of an Abandoned Luxury Penthouse
Julian smiled.
He was no longer the same person who had suffered in silence.
And he was just getting started.
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