Rebirth Of The Tycoon: I Shall Dominate The World

Hathor's voice echoed in my mind, clear and authoritative, as if she were standing right beside me.

"William, the bond skill you've unlocked, 'Strategic Ally,' is a unique feature of the Dominance System. It's a skill that activates when your loyalty bond with someone reaches 100%. It enhances your abilities when working with that person and amplifies their strengths to complement yours. Think of it as a synchronized buff that makes your teamwork unmatched."

I frowned, intrigued. "How does it work?"

"When you and Todd collaborate on tasks, whether strategic or combat-based, the 'Strategic Ally' skill boosts both of your cognitive functions, reflexes, and decision-making speed," Hathor explained. "The stronger your bond, the more seamless your coordination becomes."

The system chimed in next, providing additional details about my new skills:

[Skill: Genius Strategist]

Description: Heightens your analytical and strategic thinking, allowing you to outmaneuver opponents in various scenarios.

Passive Effect: Boosts problem-solving speed and creativity.

Active Effect: Grants temporary foresight into possible outcomes during critical moments.

[Skill: Strategic Ally]

Description: Increases compatibility and coordination with your bonded ally. Enhances shared tactics and reduces errors during execution.

Passive Effect: Heightened synergy with bonded allies.

Active Effect: Allows temporary mental synchronization for more precise teamwork.

"This could be a game-changer," I muttered to myself.

Hathor's voice softened. "Use it wisely. These skills will be vital for both your survival and your mission."

After a long day, I finally made it back home. My body felt heavy, but my mind was racing with everything that had happened. I threw myself onto my bed, pulling out my phone to text Janet and Todd.

Opening our group chat, I typed:

William: Janet, it's time to put an end to things with Adrian. He needs to know it's over for good.

Janet: I understand. I'll talk to him tomorrow after school. He needs to hear it directly from me.

Todd: Good. We'll be nearby just in case he tries something.

Janet: Thanks, guys. I appreciate it.

Satisfied, I put my phone away and drifted into a restless sleep, my dreams a whirlwind of memories and anticipations for the next day.

The next afternoon, Todd and I waited in the shadows near the park where Janet had agreed to meet Adrian. She didn't know we were there, but we weren't taking any chances. From our vantage point, we could see them clearly.

"Janet," Adrian began, his voice desperate. "You can't just throw us away like this. We were perfect together until Todd showed up and ruined everything!"

Janet crossed her arms, her tone firm. "Adrian, we were never perfect. You were controlling and dismissive. I should've ended this sooner."

Adrian stepped closer, his voice growing darker. "That's not true. You loved me. You still do. If it weren't for Todd, we'd be happy together."

"No, Adrian," Janet said, her voice unwavering. "This is my choice. It's over."

Suddenly, Adrian grabbed her arm, pulling her into a forceful embrace. Janet struggled, her voice rising in panic. "Let me go, Adrian!"

"You're mine, Janet," he growled, his grip tightening. "No one else can have you."

That was our cue. Todd and I charged in, fury boiling in our veins. Todd reached Adrian first, yanking him away from Janet and delivering a solid punch to his jaw. Adrian stumbled back, his face twisted in rage.

"Stay away from her," Todd snarled, his fists clenched.

Adrian recovered quickly, throwing a wild punch at Todd. I stepped in, blocking it and countering with a knee to his stomach. Adrian doubled over, but he wasn't done. He swung at me, his movements frantic and uncoordinated.

Todd and I worked in perfect harmony, our movements synchronized as if we'd practiced this a thousand times. The 'Strategic Ally' skill activated, our coordination flawless. While I distracted Adrian with quick jabs, Todd swept his legs out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground.

Adrian looked up at us, his defiance replaced by fear. "You'll regret this," he spat, but his words carried no weight.

"The only one regretting anything here is you," Todd said coldly.

Janet stepped forward, her voice strong despite the tremor in it. "Stay away from me, Adrian. This is your last warning."

Adrian didn't respond. He simply scrambled to his feet and ran, disappearing into the distance.

As the three of us walked home together, the tension slowly dissipated. Janet's shoulders relaxed, and she looked at Todd and me with gratitude.

"Thank you," she said softly.

Todd smiled. "That's what we're here for."

Changing the subject, I spoke up. "Now that that's handled, we need to focus on our business plans. Janet, you'll be managing logistics. Todd, you're in charge of strategy. With our combined skills, we'll dominate the market."

Janet nodded, a spark of excitement in her eyes. "Let's make this happen."

Todd grinned. "With the talents of all three of us, there's nothing we can't achieve."

As we planned our next moves, the bond between us felt unbreakable. Together, we were unstoppable—and this was only the beginning.

The days after Adrian's departure were surprisingly calm. School and business settled into a familiar rhythm, and I began to focus more on the growing demand for my homework service. However, things took an unexpected turn one afternoon when a group of students—my clients—approached me with an ultimatum.

"You can't keep charging us for this homework service, William," one of them said, arms crossed. "If you don't stop, we'll report you to the teacher."

Another chimed in, a smug grin on his face. "Yeah, let's see how you handle detention—or worse."

I kept my expression neutral, though my mind was racing. These students were my main source of income, and their rebellion threatened to ruin everything I'd built. But using the memory wipe device on all of them wasn't an option—it would draw too much attention and drain my resources.

"Hathor," I thought, seeking her guidance. "Any ideas on how to handle this without escalating things?"

Her response was swift and reassuring. "There's always another way, William. Listen carefully..."

The rebellion began subtly. At first, it was just whispers in the hallways—students exchanging knowing glances during class. But soon, the tension became impossible to ignore. The clients I had carefully built up for my homework service were now banding together, threatening to expose me to the teachers unless I stopped charging them.

By lunchtime, the leader of the revolt—a cocky senior named Ryan—cornered me in the cafeteria.

"William," he began, his voice loud enough to draw the attention of nearby students. "We've decided we're done paying for your little service. If you keep trying to charge us, we'll just tell the teachers everything."

I kept my expression neutral, my mind racing. I couldn't afford to lose this business, but using the memory-wipe device on all of them wasn't feasible. Too many people. Too much risk.

After Ryan walked away, smug and confident, I ducked into the empty library and whispered under my breath, "Hathor, I need a solution. Fast."

Hathor's voice was calm but firm. "The memory-wipe device isn't practical here. Instead, you'll need to assert control in a way that cements your dominance without relying on brute force."

"How?" I demanded.

"Leverage their fear," Hathor said. "These students are bold because they believe they hold power over you. Show them otherwise. The Dominance System has tools for psychological manipulation—use this skill wisely since I will only give you a one-time use."

The system's interface appeared before me, revealing a new option:

[Skill Activation: Negotiator's Edge]

Description: Amplifies your charisma and persuasive abilities, allowing you to bend others to your will.Passive Effect: Your words carry greater influence.Active Effect: Temporarily instills fear or loyalty in your target based on your intent.

"Activate it," I muttered.

That afternoon, I called a meeting with my rebellious clients in an unused classroom. Ryan stood at the front, smirking as if he'd already won. The rest of the group looked wary but emboldened by their numbers.

I leaned casually against the teacher's desk, surveying them. Then, with a calm but commanding voice, I began.

"Let's get one thing straight. You think you can threaten me? That you can expose me and walk away unscathed?" I let the words hang in the air, watching their confidence falter.

Ryan scoffed. "What can you do? We're the majority here."

I smirked, activating Negotiator's Edge. My tone sharpened, each word slicing through their bravado. "The majority? You mean the same group that depends on me to keep their grades up? The same group that knows I have detailed records of every deal, every transaction, every request? Do you really think the teachers will only be angry with me?"

The room went silent. The students exchanged uneasy glances.

"I've been covering for all of you," I continued. "Every late assignment, every plagiarized essay—you think the teachers won't wonder why so many of you suddenly got better at school overnight? If I go down, I'm taking you with me. Every. Single. One."

Ryan's face turned pale, but he tried to recover. "You're bluffing."

I stepped closer, locking eyes with him. "Do you want to test that theory? Because I guarantee you'll regret it."

The tension in the room was palpable. The rebellion crumbled before my eyes as the students shifted uncomfortably, their confidence eroding.

One by one, they mumbled their agreement to continue paying, their loyalty—or fear—now firmly in my grasp. Even Ryan backed down, his earlier bravado replaced by silent resignation.

Later that evening, I sat in my room, feeling the weight of the day lift. Hathor's voice broke the silence.

"Well done, William. You've proven that dominance doesn't always require physical force. Sometimes, the mind is your greatest weapon."

I smirked, leaning back in my chair. "They never stood a chance."

But even as I relished the victory, I couldn't shake the feeling that this rebellion was just the beginning. The stakes were rising, and I needed to stay one step ahead.

For now, though, the Dominance System had my back—and I was ready for whatever came next.