All Chapters of The Rise of Marvin Rock: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The master of ceremonies delivered an announcement. "Wait, there will be a special session." The man brought out a trophy and an award medal.Every year, Gloriston University selects one person deserving of an award because they are judged to have made significant contributions to the field of science.The Science Glory Awards are not like the Nobel Prize, where candidates must register first to be evaluated by a jury. Instead, experts from Gloriston University independently select from various research results and recent scientific breakthroughs.Typically, the campus chooses ten research findings or discoveries deemed influential over the past decade. These are then evaluated by Gloriston University experts to determine the absolute best.The master of ceremonies faced the audience and said excitedly, "I invite Marvin Rock. Please, come up to the podium!"Almost all participants stood up and applauded as a form of appreciation for Marvin Rock.Usually, the Science Glory Awards are h

Raymond Harvard couldn't restrain his aggressive outburst, lunging forward and shoving Marvin Rock hard enough to send him stumbling backward, nearly losing his footing. But Marvin was far too sturdy to be thrown off balance by such a feeble push. Hands immediately grabbed Raymond, pulling him back to prevent the confrontation from devolving into a full-blown brawl. Yet, because Raymond sat at the very pinnacle of social standing courtesy of his family's wealth, few in the hall—including the government officials themselves—dared to physically restrain him too forcefully. Most preferred not to get involved. Rather than entangling themselves in a feud that would only bring trouble later, they chose to remain silent bystanders. Raymond's two bodyguards came rushing into the venue, swiftly stepping in to secure their boss. "You scheming bastard, Marvin!" Raymond bellowed in a frenzy, his face twisted into a furious, venomous sneer. He pointed an accusing finger. "You're intentionally m

On the outer fringes of Gloriston sat an underground casino. Despite its remote location far from the city center, Chemisland's largest gambling den was perpetually packed. The Morgan Casino remained operational to this day thanks to heavily armed enforcers and the backing of corrupt government officials. Tens, if not hundreds, of millions of dollars circulated through its doors daily. Lately, however, the Morgan family had suffered a sharp decline in profits. What little revenue remained was continuously eroded by unexpected expenses, plunging them deep into the red. The Morgans were infamous across the nation—not for wealth or high status, but for their reputation as a high-tier mafia syndicate. Big Boss Morgan was once a feared enforcer, credited with taking hundreds of lives. Yet miraculously, he had never served a single day in prison. That terrifying immunity built his legend. Now in his seventies, he spent his remaining days confined to a wheelchair and a bed. Father to fiv

The first floor maintained a deceptive calm. Scanning his surroundings, Marvin noted a sea of billiards tables—it looked more like a high-end pool hall than an underground casino. As expected, the heavy thrum of EDM and disco music vibrated through the air. Thick clouds of tobacco smoke hung like a persistent fog over the room, while empty liquor bottles lay scattered across tables. It was a hedonist's paradise. Marvin, however, wasn't the type to run from reality. Most people flocked to nightlife venues desperate to escape the crushing weight of their problems, clinging to the delusion that alcohol and cheap thrills provided a cure—unaware that intoxication merely delayed the inevitable. Even more delusional were those who treated gambling as a legitimate livelihood, foolishly believing they could sustain a life on a fifty-fifty chance. Driven by blind desperation, they hitched their futures to a ruinous gamble. When losses mounted, they sold off household goods, pawned valuable

Dhea was in total shock, utterly unable to conceal her disbelief. "Y-You're not joking, right?" she stammered, her voice trembling. Slipping his phone back into his pocket, Marvin offered a warm, reassuring smile. "I'm dead serious. I don't lie. I'll drive you to the hospital myself later." Dhea buried her face in her hands, completely speechless as a fresh torrent of tears streamed down her cheeks. For days, she had endured, fought, and scraped by, only for every door to slam in her face. But today, fate had dealt her a different hand; she had crossed paths with a striking, extraordinarily generous man—a man who had just handed her a hundred thousand dollars without asking for a single thing in return. "Today is your last day working here, Dhea," Marvin added smoothly. "I'll provide you with start-up capital afterward so you can launch a small business of your own." Marvin's decision was far from reckless. He recognized genuine sincerity in Dhea, and he simply couldn't stand by a