Alle Kapitel von Reborn Before Doomsday: My System Has Infinite Storage : Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

BEFORE THE CALL.The suffocating stench of medical antiseptic clung to the air of the hospital corridor. Overhead, harsh fluorescent lights cast a clinical glare across the polished floors.A dozen men in tailored black suits stood at rigid attention along the walls, hands clasped formally behind their backs, their sharp eyes scanning every shadow of the private wing.Lucien Laurent stood rooted before the heavy double doors marked VIP. Inside lay the matriarch of the Laurent empire—his grandmother, Margaret Laurent.He reached for the stainless-steel handle, but a man stationed by the entrance stepped directly into his path. Though clad in the same black suit as the security detail, this man exuded an unmistakable authority. In his hand, he held an encrypted tablet.Lucien’s eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. He turned his head with agonizing slowness, fixing the man with a freezing glare. Grayson might be his grandmother’s most trusted personal assistant, but he was still hired sta

"I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, lady, but this is a serious commercial establishment," the store manager snapped, his tone turning condescending. "If you came here to record a social media video or waste my morning, I suggest you take your jokes elsewhere."I raised an eyebrow, genuinely taken aback by his hostility. I hadn't anticipated that placing a massive, profitable order would trigger such immediate skepticism."Do you honestly think we have nothing better to do than drive all the way out here to joke with you?" Elara interjected fiercely, stepping forward with her eyes blazing. "If you don't have the capacity to fulfill the order, just say so and we'll take our business to someone who does! Don't you dare be disrespectful to my boss!"She matched the man's aggressive energy point-for-point, her loyalty surfacing with surprising speed. She looked ready to tear into him further, but I raised a calm hand, stopping her gently.Thinking it through, I could understan

The young waitress, wearing a faded linen apron tied tightly around her waist, tapped her notepad twice against the small wooden table to pull me from my thoughts."Can I get you anything else?" she asked, forcing a strained, exhausted smile.I tore my eyes away from the thick brown envelope resting on the adjacent table. "A glass of fresh juice will be fine, thank you.""Coming right up." She jotted down the order and turned, disappearing behind the heavy swinging doors leading into the kitchen.Ding!My heart gave a sudden leap as the unmistakable chime of the system vibrated through my mind. A translucent blue notification board materialized directly in my line of sight:> [System Notification]> First Quest Unlocked: Secure an exclusive invitation to the upcoming Jill and Jones stakeholder summit from an official J&J representative within the next thirty minutes.> Reward: 50 Influence Points (IP). Unlocks the System Store.> Countdown Timer: 29:55... 29:54...>This was the first

Dorian raised a dark eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Step outside?"I gave a single, firm nod, keeping my posture rigid, authoritative, and utterly unbothered by the heavy atmosphere hanging over the dimly lit diner. A private setting would make manipulating him infinitely easier. In a crowded room, a man like Dorian Voss kept his guard up, his polished corporate persona operating at peak performance. Outside, stripped of his audience and bathed in the quiet shadow of an isolated alleyway, his predatory instincts would narrow down to a single focus: me. And that singular focus was precisely what I needed to bend his mind to my will.After collecting my packaged takeout from Emily and offering her a silent nod of farewell—a gentle reassurance to the frazzled woman that her beloved establishment was finally safe—I stepped out into the cool evening air alongside Dorian.The transition from the warm, grease-scented air of the restaurant to the crisp twilight draft was jarring. We walked arou

The following afternoon, I met Lucien Laurent at the primary access road overlooking the Nova Horizon Development Zone. The air was thick with the scent of overturned earth, diesel exhaust, and dry dust whipping off the unpaved access tracks. Elara had driven me to the site in our rented black SUV, navigating the rutted construction paths with practiced, stoic ease.When we arrived near Lucien’s parked luxury sedan—a gleaming masterpiece of polished dark metal that looked hilariously out of place amidst the heavy earthmoving machinery—I stepped out to join him. His personal assistant, Vincent, stood at rigid attention beside the passenger side door, his posture immaculate. As I approached, I caught a brief glimpse of a dark, intricate tattoo peeking out from beneath Vincent's starched white collar before he subtly adjusted his stance to conceal it.Lucien and I exchanged crisp, professional greetings, our voices firm and businesslike, before stepping away from our respective assistant