The First Move
Dinner with Daggers
The Collins mansion gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers, but to Leon it was a battlefield.
Every evening at that table meant blood—not spilled on the floor, but carved into his pride.
Tonight was no different.
"Leon," Miranda's voice rang sharp as a blade, "you didn't speak a word during the meeting. Do you think you're mute, or are you really that stupid?"
Brandon leaned back, swirling his wine. "Don't be so harsh, Mother. Our dear brother-in-law has an important role—he's the mascot of failure. Without him, how would we know how successful we were?"
Laughter rolled down the table.
Emily sat stiffly, her fork moving mechanically through her food. She hadn't supported him since the car park dispute.
Leon lowered his gaze. He could almost feel the System waiting, humming in the background, rewarding his silence.
But tonight… he had something more.
His phone buzzed faintly. He slid it from his pocket under the table. The words pulsed in gold:
[Quest Reminder: First Move – Use your new skill within 24 hours.]
Leon's thumb brushed the screen. A surge of warmth spread through his chest.
Skill Activated: Negotiator's Edge.
The room seemed to sharpen. Voices slowed, expressions deepened, hidden motives flickered like neon signs above each person's head.
Miranda: contempt, insecurity.
Brandon: arrogance, hunger for validation.
Emily: pride… but something else. Fear.
Leon's lips curved faintly.
"Mother-in-law," he said suddenly. His voice was soft, yet it cut through the laughter.
All eyes snapped to him.
"What did you say?" Miranda demanded.
Leon lifted his gaze, calm, steady. "You're right. I don't contribute much. But if I told you I could bring in new investment for the Collins Group—would that still make me useless?"
The room went still.
Brandon snorted. "You? Investment? Don't joke."
Leon tilted his head. The Negotiator's Edge pulsed. His words slid like silk. "Some doors open to silence. Not to noise. Maybe one of those doors is ready to open for the Collins Group."
Miranda frowned, caught between scorn and curiosity. Even Emily's fork paused midair.
"Explain yourself," Miranda demanded.
Leon only smiled faintly, eyes dropping back to his plate. "You'll see."
[Quest Progress: 60%.]
The table buzzed with whispers. Brandon scoffed, but doubt flickered in his eyes. Emily's gaze lingered on Leon a fraction longer than usual.
And Leon chewed his food slowly, savoring not the taste—but the silence he'd weaponized.
The Hidden Network
Later that night, when the mansion finally quieted, Leon sat by the window again. The silver watch ticked softly, steady as his breathing.
His phone buzzed. The System glowed.
[Quest Completed: First Move.]
Reward: Access to Hidden Network.]
Leon tapped.
The screen shifted. A new menu unfolded—encrypted chats, anonymous profiles, lines of data, and opportunities blinking like stars in the void.
Hidden Network: A marketplace of shadows.
Buyers, sellers, informants, investors—all cloaked behind code names.
Leon's pulse quickened.
He clicked a random listing: "Short-term investment opportunity. Entry: $10,000. Return: $30,000 in 48 hours. Risk minimal. Verified by System."
Another: "Corporate intel on rival companies. Price: $5,000."
Leon leaned back, heart pounding.
This wasn't just money. This was power.
The System buzzed again.
[Special Offer: First Trade Discount – 50%. Limited time.]
Leon didn't hesitate. He tapped to purchase intel on Collins Group's biggest rival—Sterling Enterprises.
Within seconds, a file appeared. He opened it.
Charts, reports, hidden scandals. Sterling's CEO secretly funneled company money into illegal offshore accounts. One exposure, and Sterling would crumble.
Leon exhaled slowly.
Tomorrow, Brandon and Miranda would laugh again. But tomorrow, Leon would carry a knife beneath his silence.
Shattered Masks
The next day, Leon accompanied Emily to another meeting. She tried to protest, but he simply said, "I'll stay quiet."
Emily's lips pressed thin, but she didn't argue.
The meeting began. Brandon boasted of Sterling Enterprises' "flawless" strategy, mocking Emily's failures again.
The board chuckled, eager to see her squirm.
Leon sat still. Silent. Until the moment was perfect.
He leaned toward Harold, his voice low, words wrapped in the glow of his Skill. "Check Sterling's offshore accounts. You'll find something interesting."
Harold blinked, startled. He studied Leon's calm face. Then, curiosity won.
He signaled his secretary. Within minutes, whispers flew across the table as documents loaded onto screens.
Sterling's scandal glared back at them.
Gasps erupted. Brandon's smug smile froze. Miranda's face drained of color.
Emily stared at Leon, eyes wide, lips parted.
"Impossible," Brandon muttered. "How did he—?"
Harold slammed the gavel. "This changes everything. We'll launch an investigation immediately. Sterling will bleed."
The board whispered with amazement and wonder.. For the first time, their gaze was drawn away from Brandon and Miranda and toward Leon.
He lowered his gaze again, calm, silent.
[System Update: Quest Chain Unlocked – The Silent King's Rise.]
[New Title Earned: Shadow Investor.]
Emily touched his arm when the meeting ended. Her voice trembled slightly. "Leon… how did you know?"
He caught her eyes, a small curve on his lips. "Some doors open to silence."
Her hand fell away slowly. Confusion, doubt, maybe even fear flickered in her eyes.
As they left the building, Brandon stormed behind them, fury twisting his face.
"You think this makes you somebody?" he hissed in Leon's ear. "You're still nothing. You'll always be nothing."
Leon turned his head slightly, his silver watch catching the sunlight. His tone was steady, serene, and as silent as death.
"Then why are you shaking?"
Brandon flinched.
Leon walked on, Emily trailing behind him in silence, the city's shadows stretching long before them.