The neon lights of Neo-Tokyo flickered in the rain, casting distorted reflections on the wet pavement. Ren Kuroda, a seemingly ordinary college student, clutched his aching head as he stumbled through the backstreets. His vision blurred, and a strange, mechanical voice echoed in his mind.
**[System Initializing…]**
*What the hell?* Ren winced, pressing a hand against his temple.
**[Welcome, Host. Identity Confirmed: Ren Kuroda – Sole Heir to the Kuroda Zaibatsu. Activating Legacy Protocol.]**
Ren froze. The *Kuroda Zaibatsu*—one of the most powerful underground conglomerates in the world, rumored to control black markets, cutting-edge tech, and even private armies. His parents had died when he was young, leaving him in the care of his aunt, who had always told him they were just a middle-class family.
*"Heir? What kind of sick joke is this?"* he muttered.
**[No joke, Host. Your family's empire was hidden from you for your protection. Now that you have reached maturity, the System will guide you in reclaiming your birthright.]**
Before Ren could process the words, a group of armed men in black tactical gear emerged from the shadows, their faces obscured by high-tech visors. They moved with lethal precision, surrounding him.
*"Target acquired. Eliminate the heir,"* one of them hissed.
Ren's pulse spiked. *They're here to kill me?!*
**[Emergency Defense Protocol Activated. Deploying Shadow Guard.]**
A split second later, three figures clad in sleek, armored suits materialized out of nowhere—*his* guards. Their movements were a blur as they engaged the assassins with brutal efficiency. Gunfire erupted, but the Shadow Guard moved faster, their weapons humming with suppressed energy.
One of the attackers lunged at Ren, knife glinting. Instinct took over.
**[Combat Module Installed. Host may now utilize enhanced reflexes.]**
Ren's body moved on its own—twisting, dodging, before his fist connected with the man's jaw with unnatural force. The attacker crumpled.
The fight ended as quickly as it began. The assassins lay unconscious or fleeing, and the Shadow Guard stood at attention, awaiting orders.
**[First Threat Neutralized. Reward: 100 Legacy Points. Access to Black Market Network Unlocked.]**
Ren exhaled sharply, his hands trembling—not just from fear, but from the raw power now at his fingertips.
*This changes everything.*
A smirk tugged at his lips as the System's interface flickered before him, displaying options:
**[Weapons. Intelligence. Private Army. Corporate Takeovers.]**
The streets of Neo-Tokyo had just become his battlefield.
And Ren Kuroda was no longer just a student.