The Tycoon's Odyssey

Jason's vision blurred as he felt the crushing grip tighten around his neck. The invisible force clamped harder with every passing second, stealing the air from his lungs. His body withered helplessly in the air, every muscle in his body screaming in agony. Panic surged in his chest as the realization struck that he was going to die.

The pressure on his neck increased, and Jason strangled a squeal of desperation. His mind raced, overwhelmed by fear and pain.

'Is this how it ends?' he thought, his body trembling as the world around him started to fade into darkness.

Suddenly, Evan's communicator buzzed, breaking the tension.

[Sir, stop! You might really end up killing him. Control yourself!] Aurora's firm yet urgent voice rang in Evan's ear.

Evan's hand twitched, and he released the hold. Jason collapsed to the ground with a sickening thud, coughing violently as he gasped for air. His body convulsed, every breath ragged and painful. He didn't dare move, his heart pounding wildly with terror.

Evan stared at Jason, his piercing gaze cold and unreadable. 'If Aurora had been a few seconds late… this guy would be dead,' he thought.

Evan's eyes briefly flickered with something like curiosity as he reflected on his power. The ability was telekinesis—a godlike gift that allowed him to manipulate objects and people like having an invisible pair of hands. It was a wonderful ability, though its potential terrified him as much as it impressed him.

Powers like these hinted at the unknown dangers lurking in the world, alien abilities that were far beyond his comprehension.

At first, he didn't want to buy, but the system had repeatedly urged him to have a trump card.

But now he understood why it had insisted.

Shaking his head, Evan dismissed the thought and clapped his hands. Jason flinched at the sound, fear still etched on his face. Mac appeared in the doorway, flanked by a group of enforcers who began collecting Jason's defeated bodyguards, all writhing on the floor like insects.

Evan gestured to Jason, who was trembling on the ground. "Take him," he ordered, his voice devoid of emotion.

Mac nodded, and one of the enforcers hoisted Jason's limp form like a rag doll. Jason whimpered, his earlier arrogance completely shattered. His mind screamed for mercy, but his lips refused to form the words.

"I want every piece of his memory wiped," Evan said coldly. "It doesn't matter if it destroys his neural system. Turn him into a puppet."

Aurora's voice returned, hesitant. [That's a good way, but he might not be of much use after that.]

Evan's eyes narrowed. "Just erase all those stupid things and make sure he becomes loyal—like a loyal dog."

Jason's heart sank, the weight of Evan's words crushing him even more than the telekinesis had. Despair spiraled through his mind as he grasped the grim reality of his fate—a life as a hollow shell, stripped of all memories, emotions, and identity.

Aurora hesitated for a moment before asking, [And Mithal?]n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Evan's gaze shifted to Mithal, who was slumped against the wall, glaring at him with unbridled hatred. The sight disgusted Evan. Without a word, Evan stepped forward and delivered a vicious kick.

BOOM!

Mithal's body flew across the room and slammed into the wall with a resounding crack before crumpling to the floor, groaning in pain.

Evan clicked his tongue in irritation. "Do as we had planned," he said, his voice sharp.

Aurora's silence lingered, prompting Evan to add, "Give him the same treatment as Amit Sharma."

Meanwhile, Jason's fear deepened as the enforcers dragged him away. Every nerve in his body screamed in protest, but he was powerless to resist. 'A puppet… nothing more than a lifeless tool,' he thought, tears streaming down his face.

As Evan watched them leave, his face remained impassive. To him, mercy was a cruelty the world couldn't afford.

Jason was dragged through the dimly lit corridor, his mind a chaotic whirlwind of fear, confusion, and despair. His body ached from the suffocation and the bruises inflicted during the earlier encounter. He struggled to focus, to find a way out, but the overwhelming reality of his fate clouded every thought.

The enforcers led him into a sterile white room filled with advanced equipment that hummed softly. In the center stood a sleek metal chair with numerous cables and devices attached to it. Jason's eyes widened in terror as he realized what it was.

An erasure module.

"No… no, please!" Jason stammered, his voice hoarse from screaming earlier. He struggled against the firm grip of the enforcers, but his weakened body couldn't match their strength.

"Quiet," one of them barked, shoving him into the chair. Jason flailed, but straps quickly locked his arms and legs in place, holding him immobile.

As the headpiece of the module lowered toward his skull, Jason's breathing quickened, his fear turning to outright panic. "You can't do this! I'll change! I'll do anything! Please!" he begged, tears streaming down his face.

The door hissed open, and Evan walked in, his steps deliberate and his expression ice-cold. He glanced at Jason, who was now sobbing uncontrollably with detached scrutiny.

"Evan, please," Jason choked out. "I was wrong. I'll fix it. Just…give me a chance."

For a moment, Evan said nothing, his eyes fixed on Jason with a piercing, almost clinical detachment. "A chance?" he finally said, his voice low and even. "You had every chance. You were trusted. You were given more opportunities than anyone else. And you squandered them all." Experience more content on empire

Jason's lips quivered, but he couldn't muster a response.

Evan leaned in slightly, his stare as cold as his tone. "People like you don't deserve mercy. You prey on trust, exploit kindness, and think you can escape consequences. Not anymore."

Aurora's voice rang softly in Evan's ear. [Sir, the procedure is ready. Do you want to oversee it?]

Evan straightened and took a step back. "Begin," he said flatly.

The machinery whirred to life. Jason thrashed in the chair, screaming, "No! No, please! Don't do this! I'll—" His words were then suddenly cut off as the device activated.

A sharp, searing pain exploded in Jason's head, forcing his body to jolt against the restraints. His screams turned to guttural cries as the machine began stripping away his memories, tearing apart the very essence of who he was.

Evan turned away, his expression unreadable. He walked to the observation window and watched as the once-proud man was reduced to nothing more than a blank slate. Jason's screams eventually faded into silence, replaced by the faint hum of the machinery.

After a few minutes, one of the technicians approached Evan. "The procedure is successful. He's… empty now."

Evan nodded curtly. "Good. Assign someone to handle him. He's to be a puppet, nothing more."

As Evan left the room, Aurora's voice chimed in his ear again. [I will maneuver his thoughts now and as for Mithal.]

A faint smirk tugged at Evan's lips, his cold demeanor unchanging. "He'll get what's coming. But for now, let him stew in his misery. When the time comes, I'll deal with him personally."

Aurora paused before replying, [Understood, Sir.]

Evan stepped into the elevator, the doors sliding shut behind him. As it descended, he allowed himself a rare moment of reflection. His power, his decisions, and the path he'd chosen—it was a lonely road, but one he believed necessary. Mercy was a weakness the world could no longer afford.

The elevator doors opened to reveal Mac waiting for him. "It's done?" Mac asked, his voice gruff.

"Hmm," Evan gave a slight nod.

Mac gave a nod of approval and crossed his arms. "What's next?"