Notorious Victorious Novels & Stories

Chapter 116: A Glorious Victory The scent of triumph hung heavy in the air as the pack returned from their long and grueling battle. It had been a formidable challenge, one that tested their strength, courage, and unity. But against all odds, they emerged victorious, their spirits soaring high with the taste of triumph on their tongues.

Defeated. ---

And we were more than victors. We were absolute. We were unstoppable.

The feeling of victory was just too great, he knew he didn't stand a chance against the wolves if not for the fact that he was on a tornado and they were in their wolves. Furthermore, they didn't expect the mode of his attack as he was always changing his style of attack. Even at this, Conri felt the feeling of victory was just too sweet, it was a drug that no one would want to stop taking in their life. Once one tasted what victory was like, one would not want to stop taking it. Well, one couldn't continue having the taste of victory forever. One must also taste defeat. The defeat was bitter but it had more use than victory.

Very well, I have nothing to lose. "What do you want? Do you plan to quote Sun Tzu all night?" "No, I'm just checking your level of intelligence." "What is it to you?" "I told you; I hear that you're smart. I'd hate to see someone with your mind go to waste." "You've been lied to." "The greatest victory is that which requires no battle." "Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win." "Is that your way of telling me you've already won? That you've planned out your victory?" I didn't bother to answer that very leading question.

The fortress, long sacrosanct, provided its first intimation of vulnerability not in the ferocity of the battle, but in the tranquil wake of victory. The telecom deal had been sealed, a masterpiece of predatory art where they had left their opponents eviscerated and bleeding on the exchange floor. They had celebrated it over a glass of ancient Armagnac, the mood one of primitive, shared victory. They were monarchs on their own battlefield, and the world was theirs to command.

Voices reached me before my eyes could fully focus. Celebratory voices, filled with triumph and self-congratulation. "Complete victory. Dean's forces scattered to the wind." "Barely any casualties on our side. A masterful strategy." "This will cement Arthur's legacy as one of the greatest Alphas in our pack's history."

] [Opponent loses 60% of stamina: Gain an additional 20 Victory Points. Arsenio was stunned for a while. He just realized, just after the notification screen disappeared. The appearance of the notification screen a few moments ago, indicated that the Strongest Mafia System was still on him. Thus, he was still the owner of the Strongest Mafia System? Arsenio couldn't be 100% sure that it was possible, the appearance of that notification, the last one or not? "Do you still want to fight?" asked Arsenio looking pityingly at his opponent who had bled a lot.

I was triumphant. I won.

Victory rarely announces itself. Sometimes it signs its name and walks away. The boardroom crowned one of Atheria’s tallest towers. Glass walls framed the city below, sunlight flashing off steel and glass, bathing the room in gold. Arthur Vaughn’s voice cut through the quiet. “All submissions have been reviewed and verified. Today, we announce the legally binding winner.” Gideon Fairfax sat back, confidence etched into his smile. He had studied the numbers, tracked the endorsements, weighed every vote. Victory was his... he was certain of it.