The Awakening of the Divine Power System

Finally Knowing Who I Am

The car pulled up in front of the most prestigious boutique in the city center—a place Sofia had always dreamed of entering but could never afford on her "measly" resident doctor’s salary. The doorman initially eyed James with skepticism, noting his tattered, rain-soaked lab coat. However, the moment Julian stepped out from the driver’s side—radiating an intimidating yet effortless elegance—the man instantly snapped into a deep bow.

"Welcome, Gentlemen," greeted the boutique manager, who had rushed down to handle the arrival personally.

James stepped inside, with Julian following exactly one step behind like a vigilant shadow. Within the plush interior, James selected a charcoal grey handmade suit, stitched from the highest quality silk thread.

As he adjusted the jacket in front of the mirror, a different man looked back at him. This wasn't the withered, stressed James from before. This was a man with a piercing gaze, squared shoulders, and a face that radiated natural authority.

"What do you think?" James asked, straightening his collar.

"Perfect, my Lord. The garment has finally found a wearer worthy of it," Julian praised. "Would you like me to purchase the entire seasonal collection so the boutique can close its doors to the public for the rest of the day?"

James chuckled. "No need to be that aggressive. Let’s just get what I need for now. I want them to see me as a man of class, not some tacky nouveau riche show-off."

James picked out a few more items. When they reached the counter, the manager swiped James’s card with trembling hands.

"T-thank you, Sir," the manager said with profound respect. "Is there anything else we can assist you with? A delivery to your hotel? Or perhaps to your private residence?"

Julian cut in smoothly, "I’ll handle the rest."

"Of course, Sir!"

As they stepped out, the night air felt incredibly crisp. "Julian, you mentioned you could handle administrative tasks. Have you dealt with my status at the medical association?"

Julian nodded as he held the car door open. "It is done, my Lord. Administratively, you are now registered as an independent consultant with the highest level of international licensure. I have also scrubbed the record of your termination from Dr. Arnold’s hospital servers, replacing it with a record stating you resigned to lead a global research initiative."

James smiled, satisfied. Julian truly was the ultimate assistant.

"So, what is the next phase of the plan, my Lord?" Julian asked as they began to carve through the glittering city traffic.

James leaned back into the plush leather seat, eyeing the distant silhouette of the hospital. "The day after tomorrow, that hospital is hosting an international surgical symposium, right? Max Peter wants to flaunt his skills in front of the investors."

Julian glanced through the rearview mirror, catching the golden glint in James’s eyes. "Correct, my Lord. Max is scheduled as the keynote speaker."

"Good," James murmured. "Tomorrow, I want you to arrange for me to attend as a guest of honor. I want to see the looks on Sofia and Max’s faces when they realize the 'janitor' they looked down on now holds their entire world in the palm of his hand."

"Orders received, my Lord."

James exhaled. "Man, if I wanted a luxury place to stay tonight, is that doable?"

Julian smiled. "My Lord, I have been making arrangements since the moment you touched that card. A hotel suite wouldn't befit your dignity. We are currently heading to The Zenith, the most exclusive apartment complex in the country. I have already scheduled a meeting with the property manager for the three-story Super-Penthouse at the summit."

"Tonight?" James was surprised. "It’s nearly midnight."

"To the owner of the Infinite Nexus Card, time is a negotiable concept, my Lord," Julian replied calmly.

The car came to a halt in front of The Zenith’s lobby. As James stepped out, the security detail eyed him with suspicion. Inside the brilliantly lit sales office, a middle-aged man named Robert—the senior property manager—waited with a sour expression. He had been forced to work late because of a ping from the central system claiming a "potential buyer" was arriving.

When James walked in, Robert didn't even bother to stand. He scanned James from head to toe with a judgmental sneer.

"You're the one who wants to see the Super-Penthouse?" Robert asked, his voice dripping with doubt.

"That’s right," James said.

"Look, kid, I think you have the wrong address. That unit costs hundreds of millions of dollars. The property taxes alone are probably more than your entire family's life savings."

James offered a faint, dangerous smile. He was used to being looked down upon as a broke resident. "I want to buy it tonight. Cash."

Robert burst into a loud, mocking laugh. "We get people like you all the time—kids who won the lottery or want to show off in front of their assistants. The Zenith isn't for people who just have 'style.' Without a ten-generation asset verification, you aren't even allowed in the elevator to the top floor."

"The audacity of this mortal to insult my Lord," Julian hissed. He stepped forward, his hand beginning to rise. If Julian flicked his wrist, the entire building would be leveled in seconds.

Just before Julian could act, James raised his right hand, signaling his assistant to stand down.

"Easy, Julian," James said casually. His voice was calm, yet it carried an immense, crushing weight. "Don't be in such a hurry to break our new toy."

Julian stopped instantly, though his killing intent remained thick in the air. "But my Lord, this insect overstepped. He has defiled your honor with his filthy words."

James turned to Julian with a sly grin. "Julian, destroying them with raw power is boring. It's too quick. I want to see his face change when he realizes he just tried to kick out his future boss. I still want to play with these 'know-it-alls' for a bit."

James turned back to Robert, who was beginning to break into a cold sweat despite his arrogant posture. "Mr. Robert, you said I can't go up without asset verification?"

"That’s right!" Robert snapped. "And that process takes three business days!"

James tossed his titanium Black Card onto the marble table. The clink it made sounded like a thunderclap in Robert’s ears. "Julian, call the primary owner of this development. What’s his name?"

"Marcus Thorne, my Lord. He is currently on his private jet heading to London," Julian answered instantly.

"Call him. Tell him I’m buying the entire building, not just the penthouse. And tell him I want this property manager fired and blacklisted from the service industry forever before the sun comes up."

Robert laughed again, though his voice was noticeably trembling now. "Buy the whole building? You think this is Monopoly? Marcus Thorne doesn't take calls from—"