In this world, no one gives you anything.
If you want something, you take it—by theft, deceit, or fear.
Jun Mo Xie wasn't just a man from another world.
He was a mind forged in betrayal and survival.
So when he cured himself of the poison that had ravaged this body, he didn't smile in relief—
He calculated his next move.
He stood before a mirror in his modest room.
Stronger. Sharper. Focused.
But he wasn't admiring himself.
He was planning.
"This body survived because two men still believed in it.
That's reason enough—for now."
His grandfather, Jun Tian Bai—the ailing patriarch.
And his uncle, Jun Ling Qi—a former warrior, now confined to a chair by betrayal and shattered nerves.
One evening, Jun entered his uncle's room, carrying a small vial of thick, dark liquid.
"Are you certain about this?" the uncle asked hesitantly.
"You've fought worse battles. Trust me," Jun replied calmly.
He poured the solution over his uncle's neck and shoulder.
Silence.
Then, a twitch.
A tremble.
Then—a movement.
His uncle gasped. His hand, long dead, had stirred back to life.
He reached out, overwhelmed, but Jun pressed a firm hand on his shoulder and spoke coldly:
"Tell no one. You will remain paralyzed. For now."
His uncle stared at him in disbelief. "Why?"
"Because when they think you're useless, they speak freely.
And we need every word."
Outside, things were worse than they appeared.
The Jun Family was crumbling.
The northern branch schemed openly.
The eastern branch siphoned resources through fraud and bribery.
And enemies beyond their gates… were only waiting for a reason to strike.
That's when she arrived.
Mo Yan.
She moved like a blade, her figure as sharp as her stare.
A tight black combat suit hugged her deadly curves, and her hands never strayed far from her hidden blades.
"I've been sent by the Third Matriarch to protect you," she said.
Jun didn't answer. He just studied her, silently.
"Balanced stance. No footsteps. Concealed weapon on her left hip.
She's not just a bodyguard."
"You're not here to protect me," he finally said. "You're here to watch me."
She smiled coolly.
"You're smarter than they said."
"And I'm more dangerous than they imagined.
Stay close, but know this—if you cross me, you won't leave this house breathing."
Then came the fool.
Or so everyone thought.
Ling Feng, Jun's only "friend."
A noble born into luxury, obsessed with gambling, and seemingly blessed with the IQ of a chicken.
But in Jun's eyes, he was useful.
Very useful.
"I want you to go back to the gambling dens," Jun told him one morning.
"Wait—am I hearing this right? You want me to gamble?"
"Yes. Lose. Be the idiot they expect you to be."
"That… I can do," Ling Feng grinned.
The plan was cruel. Brilliant. Ruthless.
Casinos loved Ling Feng.
They gave him credit, bonuses, even private rooms.
All because he always lost.
And now, Jun would use that against them.
The coins Ling Feng lost were marked. The playing cards carried hidden messages. The game tables were being watched by Jun's agents.
In two days, Ling Feng lost a small fortune.
And yet, that "loss" turned into three times its value—laundered, flipped, reinvested.
Then, Jun had Ling Feng win—once.
A huge sum.
The casino panicked.
"This can't be happening!"
Ling Feng laughed as he took his gold and left, while Jun sat quietly in the shadows, knowing full well…
"They funded their own ruin."
Inside the family, pressure built.
The northern branch was rallying rogue warriors.
They whispered that the old man was weak… and the heir was worse.
In the main hall, an elder declared:
"We can't trust someone who spends family funds on herbs and fantasy cures."
Jun rose from his seat slowly and said:
"No, Elder Shen. You just fear anyone who threatens your theft.
Don't worry—your punishment is coming."
At night, Jun sat beside his uncle in a hidden chamber. Maps were spread across the stone table.
"The northern branch will strike in a week," he said. "I'll be ready."
"And you?" asked his uncle. "Will you protect us all?"
Jun looked into the shadows beyond the candlelight and whispered:
"I'll protect those who deserve it.
You. Grandfather. The loyal few.
As for the rest?
They'll find no safety in the shadows."