In just two weeks, his presence in Tokyo's elite circles had gone from rumor to reality.
Though no official record tied him to any known conglomerate, his name spread like wildfire across university forums, social networks, and luxury lounges.
They didn't know where he came from… but no one dared to question where he was going.
7:00 AM – Morning Ritual
A soft chime echoed across the penthouse.
Ren rose from a bed so large and plush it could fit four people comfortably. His silk sheets—deep black with gold embroidery—slid off his frame as he stepped barefoot onto the warm marble floor. A personal AI assistant whispered from the corner:
"Good morning, Kaito-sama. Weather in Tokyo is clear. Your car is waiting."
Ren didn't reply. He simply walked into the rain-glass shower room. The wall morphed into a panoramic display, showing global market trends and underground auction results. He let hot water cascade over him while reviewing the rise of the Kaneda Conglomerate.
"They own the shipping ports. Good. I'll take that lie tomorrow."
8:00 AM – Breakfast of the Cold-Hearted
Ren's breakfast was light, not due to preference, but precision. He ate only the best:
— Bluefin tuna sashimi on cold granite
— Belgian truffle-poached eggs with saffron oil
— Gold-leaf espresso, harvested from a single-origin Costa Rican farm
He sat alone at a glass table that overlooked the Tokyo skyline, barely chewing.
Next to him sat Miyako, wearing one of his dress shirts and nothing else. She watched him eat in silence, unsure of whether to speak.
She had changed.
From a proud class queen to something else entirely.
"Are we going out today?" she finally asked.
"No," Ren replied. "I'm driving."
9:30 AM – The Car and the City
A black Lamborghini Revuelto pulled up to the underground lot. Custom-plated. Bulletproofed. Silent engine.
He drove through Tokyo's business district at a calm 40 km/h—never speeding, never drawing attention, yet always commanding it. Pedestrians turned. Phones rose. Hashtags trended.
#WhisperedHeir
#LamborghiniKing
#RenSighted
He made no effort to hide. And that only deepened the mystique.
12:00 PM – Lunch with the Jealous
Lunch was at Kaizen Garden, where a single dish cost more than most families made in a week. He booked the entire outdoor terrace with a tap.
On the far side of the garden sat several rich students from the university. All eyes turned to Ren as he was served:
— Seared Wagyu cube steak on volcanic stone
— Moonlight lotus soup (imported from a banned island in the east)
— Three rare vintages of wine decanted by a robot butler
A girl from another table whispered, "How can he afford all this?"
Another answered, "My brother told me Ren Kaito controls a private military."
[Rumor detected: "Ren owns a private force." Status: Seeding.]
Ren's smile returned. Just slightly.
2:00 PM – The Island That Should Not Exist
A hologram bloomed in his private tablet—untouched by any network, running purely on System tech.
The display showed a forbidden island, red-flagged by the Japanese government.
Abandoned. No entry allowed. Radio silence.
And yet, on the beach… soldiers moved.
Ten men in black armor trained with rifles, each marked with the RΞN Protocol.
He had paid no money for them.
They existed because someone joked that Ren was secretly building an army.
[Rumor confirmed: "He has a private island with elite soldiers."]
[System constructed 'Phantom Island Base'. Team Alpha-0 deployed.]
Ren watched their drills in silence, sipping iced espresso.
Power was growing. Not loud. Not public. But real.
4:00 PM – Shopping and Shadows
He strolled into Akasaka Ward, where only old money dared shop.
Within ten minutes, he had purchased:
— 3 tailored suits
— A diamond-encrusted fountain pen
— 2 luxury watches (one worth ¥9,000,000)
— A silent pistol (System issued, untraceable)
Miyako tried to keep up, but even she struggled. She had asked once why he bought so much.
"Because I can," was all he said.
But the truth?
He wasn't buying things.
He was adapting. Testing. Observing which parts of high society whispered about him next.
7:00 PM – Twilight With Her
The sun dipped into the skyline. Ren sat on the penthouse balcony with Miyako curled beside him. Soft jazz played, but only the wind truly filled the silence.
"You weren't always like this," she said, stroking his hand.
"I was never anything," he replied.
She looked at him, eyes uncertain. "Do you feel anything for me?"
Ren didn't answer. His eyes stared beyond her—toward the invisible soldiers on the island, the whispers in the city, and the System that waited for the next rumor.
But then, very faintly, he leaned forward… and kissed her forehead.
A rare act.
[Rumor forming: "He has a soft side—but only for her."]
[Status: Incomplete. Conflicts with Cold-Hearted Trait.]
11:00 PM – Nightfall of the Villain
He changed into black sleepwear, surrounded by silence. His room had three floors. His closet bigger than his entire childhood home.
He lay down slowly, the city's noise far beneath him.
He looked to the ceiling. Not with hope. Not with dreams.
But calculation.
[System Notice:]
Small rumors no longer provide power. Only widespread belief or high-impact whispers can now alter fate.
— Evolve influence.
— Spread fear.
— Build truth from legend.
Ren closed his eyes.
Tomorrow, someone would say he controls underground auctions.
And so he will.