All Chapters of The Rise of Caleb Larkin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Mr. Larkin, I think you should give up on him. You already owe us 300,000 dollars in medical fees, and we need you to understand that this hospital isn't a charity!""Dr. Lewis, I swear I'll find a way to pay you! My son is still breathing. He's asleep right now, but he'll wake up soon, I know it! He's still so young… Please, I'm begging you!" A tall man who looked to be around sixty years old pleaded in a shaky voice as he clutched the doctor's coat desperately. His face was wrinkled with age, and his cloudy eyes gleamed with unshed tears."I'm sorry, Mr. Larkin. I've done all I can." The doctor shook his head and pulled his coat free from the man's calloused hands, then turned and walked away.At that moment, a well-dressed young man entered. He glanced at Caleb, then snickered mockingly. "That useless lump is finally going to die, huh? Frederick, I told you three years ago—Caleb will never wake up. Look at what you've become thanks to him. He's ruined your family, and he made th

Blood splattered across the floor as the man went tumbling to the ground.Caleb stormed toward Room 808, his every step charged with fury."Shit! Stop him! We can't let him meddle in Mr. Johnson's fun!" Within seconds, over a dozen men blocked the hallway. Brian's thugs weren't just street punks—these were hardened enforcers, men who had done his dirty work for years, leaving a trail of blood and broken lives in their wake.Caleb roared, "Get out of my way!""Teach that brat a lesson! Get him!" One of the men hollered."I warned you." Caleb lunged, fists striking with brutal precision, dropping anyone who got close. Even before the coma, Caleb had already been a formidable fighter, trained from childhood by his father. But now, with the Divine Legacy flowing through his veins, his strength had reached terrifying heights.In moments, the hallway was littered with unconscious bodies. Blood dripped from Caleb's knuckles, and his eyes burned with rage. No one dared to stop him now.

Simon was considered decent at martial arts, but Caleb's strike left his cheek burning painfully. Caleb's gaze was icy. "Looks like the elder Mr. Turner never taught you manners... Guess I'll have to teach you instead.""H-how dare you hit me?!" Simon's eyes bulged, veins straining like ropes beneath his skin. He clenched his fists in rage, wanting nothing more than to tear Caleb apart."What's all this racket?!" A firm voice sliced through the tension. An elderly servant wheeled Damian Turner into the room. The old man's eyes were half-closed, but there was a quiet authority about him that commanded respect.Simon was never one to miss an opportunity to blame others, and said quickly, "Grandpa, Kayla brought a con artist into our house! He even slapped me! Kayla's gotten so full of herself, she thinks she runs this family now!"Damian's sharp gaze flicked to Kayla, and he asked her firmly, "Kayla, what's going on here?"She hesitated briefly before she spoke, "This is Mr. Caleb

Caleb smiled coldly as he closed the distance between him and the group of men."What... What do you think you're doing? Don't think that just because you've got a little skill, you can skip out on your debts! Mr. Brown is an Acquired-Stage Warrior! Hey, don't come any closer… What are you trying to do?!"Bam!In a second, Caleb transformed into a beast, his iron fists raining down on Harold. The thugs surrounding Harold were frozen by Caleb's terrifying presence and didn't dare intervene.In that short time, Harold had become bruised and bloody. His nose had swelled up, and two of his bloodied teeth were on the ground. "Stop! Mr. Larkin, please..." Harold begged with terror in his eyes. Caleb was a madman—a complete psychopath!"Tell Mr. Brown I'll be seeing him tonight. I'll pay him the money my dad owes, but the debt you all owe my dad? I'll be collecting that too!" Caleb snarled, kicking Harold so hard he flew.Harold's thugs quickly helped him up. He stared at Caleb rese

The knife pierced Caleb's skin, sinking deep into his chest. Blood dripped from the wound, pooling on the cold floor beneath him. But Caleb remained calm. He met Brian's gaze and asked, almost casually, "Is this enough? Will you let my daughter go now?"Brian cackled, applauding mockingly. "Ah, fatherly love… It's so touching, I could cry! But no. It's not enough." His grin widened, eyes glittering cruelly. "Move the knife to the left… I want to see how far your devotion really goes. Do it—or your daughter walks away with a scar for life. I don't bluff, Caleb.""Daddy! I'm scared!" The little girl whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut.Caleb's voice softened, "It's okay, sweetheart. Daddy's right here. Keep your eyes closed—this is just a bad dream. It'll be over soon." Without hesitation, Caleb gripped the knife tighter and dragged it across his chest. The blade carved through skin and muscle with a wet, sickening sound. Blood poured freely from the wound, and a metallic scent f