Predecessor Host

Five miles away, in a villa of a private compound owned by Aeron's family, Aeron could be seen groggily waking up in his large room. His phone was vibrating and the noise annoyed the heck out of him. It was still very early for him to get out of bed.

'Which of the son of bitches is calling me in this hour?'

His naked upper body rose, and his right hand groped around for the ringing device. With a swipe of his finger, he unlocked his phone and through his still sleepy eyes, he read the notifications.

'Ah. So it was this bastard.'

He clicked his tongue and immediately focused on the message.

<System: Host, you are in a huge mess. A bigshot several times more powerful than your family has set his eyes on you. Hehe.>

His sleepiness flew away.

"Which bastard? How come? I didn't mess with any bigshot?"

<System: You didn't. But you're planning to. I suggest you start