Online Game: I Started with Max Charisma and Caught the Goddess's Eye

Donald walked up to Coarmy with a grim expression.

Even though Coarmy was a head taller than him.

He couldn't shake the immense sense of pressure he felt from the man standing before him.

"Who told you my son is dead?" Donald glared at Coarmy, his fists cracking with tension.

If I told you, would you believe that your son himself said it?

Coarmy's lips moved, but the absurd words stayed unspoken.

He was too stunned inside.

Could it be that even with a crushed heart, that kid is still alive? Is he some kind of cockroach?

And why does everyone act as if he's on the verge of death?

Quagmire and the others exchanged confused glances. They didn't know how the rumor started, but somehow it spread that Luca was about to die.

From the looks of it, however, his condition didn't seem too serious.

While they were pondering this, the door of the ICU, covered by thick isolation curtains, was pushed open.

A middle-aged doctor, wearing a mask and glasses, stepped out and asked, "Who is the patient's family member?"

"I am!" "I am!" "I am!"…

Sini, Donald, Darabont, Zoey, and Susie all raised their hands in unison.

The group crowded around the doctor.

The doctor rubbed his temples with some frustration and said, "Only one representative needs to come forward."

Donald stepped forward, his face full of concern, and asked, "Doctor, how is my son doing now?"

The middle-aged doctor replied, "For now, there's no immediate threat to his life. This kid's recovery and vitality are somewhat..."

He paused to choose his words carefully and then said, "As strong as a cockroach."

Sini immediately frowned and said, "What do you mean by that? Are you calling someone a cockroach?"

The middle-aged doctor let out a wry smile and said, "It's meant as a compliment. I've been a doctor for over twenty years, but I've never seen such a strong recovery rate before."

"If you're interested, you can have him contact domestic medical research institutions. I'm sure someone will be interested in studying him. If any breakthroughs come out of it, it could contribute to global medical progress..."

As he spoke, the doctor began pulling business cards from his pocket.

The gleam in his eyes, visible through his glasses, radiated hope and a desire for the global advancement of medicine.

Sini and Donald, of course, had no interest in letting their son become a test subject.

After finally getting rid of the enthusiastic attending doctor, they saw Luca being wheeled out and transferred to a regular hospital room.

He was dressed in a hospital gown, his complexion normal. When he saw everyone, he even raised his hand in a friendly greeting and smiled, saying, "Hey, everyone's here."

Susie's eyes reddened, and she immediately threw herself into his arms, crying loudly as she hugged Luca. The little eagle mouse was squashed and screeching in pain, while Luca gritted his teeth, clearly uncomfortable.

Through her tears, she said, "I thought you were really going to die this time. You scared me to death..."

Luca, though still grumbling, gave her a gentle look and, while stroking her soft, long hair, said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Seeing that Luca was okay and even had enough energy to bicker, the others all breathed a sigh of relief.

The assassination attempt had been incredibly close. Luca had been just a door away from TNT. A regular person would've been torn to shreds in that instant, but now seeing him alive and well, everyone couldn't help but marvel at how incredibly tough he was.

Donlow pressed his lips together, his gaze shifting to the girl who was still in Luca's embrace. A fleeting hint of envy appeared in his eyes.

At that moment, Coarmy spoke, his tone irritated. "By the way, didn't you say you were fatally injured? You don't look so bad now."

Luca shot him a puzzled look. "What, just because I'm severely injured I have to be on my last breath? Who made that rule?"

At that point, the attending doctor, adjusting his glasses, added, "This young man's heart and internal organs were severely damaged. If it were an ordinary person, they'd probably be heading straight to the crematorium by now."

[What?] Coarmy thought.

Coarmy was momentarily speechless. "Alright, fine, as long as you're okay. Mr. Drumph heard about what happened and is planning to come all the way from Kyoto to see you."

He paused, his gaze turning cold. "Don't worry, we'll take care of this. Anyone who dares to hurt a member of Morning Star, even if they're from the James Family, will have to be ready to face the consequences."

At these words, everyone's eyes flashed with a cold, determined look.

It didn't matter how powerful the James Family was—this wouldn't just be brushed aside.

Luca chuckled. "Well, thanks in advance, then."

Though he said that, in his heart, he had already made a decision.

The next time he saw Celephais, he would personally settle the score!

If someone came to kill you and you didn't fight back.

That wasn't called having a big-picture perspective—it was called being a coward.

At that moment, Luca suddenly remembered something.

He looked at Coarmy and asked, "By the way, does this mean I don't need to complete this month's Transcendent mission?"

Coarmy smiled. "Of course, we at Morning Star aren't some evil corporation that exploits its employees. Just focus on recovering in the hospital for now. You don't need to worry about the Transcendent mission."

Luca's eyes brightened. "So... does that mean the organization will reimburse my medical expenses?"

"You're really getting cozy with this 'our organization' thing," Luca thought, silently rolling his eyes.

However, Coarmy still nodded and said, "Reimbursed, and you'll get paid leave until you recover. After all, the benefits at Morning Star are... well, they're known worldwide."

Luca turned to the attending doctor and said, "Doctor, could you extend my stay in a deluxe VIP room for two more years? Charge it to his account."

As he spoke, he made sure the doctor knew exactly who to bill.

Pointing at Coarmy's nose.

Paid leave with no work—where else could you find such a good company?

This was the perfect opportunity to milk it for all it was worth!

Coarmy's smile immediately froze on his face.

Two years?!

What, are you planning to live in the hospital from now on?

Fuzzsir's eyes suddenly lit up. "Luca, you're a genius! Why didn't I think of that?"

"We can just retire in the hospital!"

"Not only do we not have to work, but we also get health insurance, retirement benefits, and free meals and accommodation!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, his pale face flushing with color.

Before anyone could comment on Fuzzsir's apparent insanity, he suddenly pulled out a dagger from somewhere and, with a wild grin, shouted, "Hahaha! The good life is here! I'm coming for it!"

Without hesitation, he thrust the knife straight toward his own heart, and his movement was swift, decisive, and brutal.

Everyone was caught off guard by Fuzzsir's sudden craziness. Luca noticed what was happening but couldn't react in time to stop him.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Coarmy was livid.

If you want to be a parasite, fine, but do you really have to aim for your heart? What kind of lunatic—

In the nick of time, Melania reacted with lightning speed and slapped Fuzzsir's hand.

The dagger flew out of his grip with a sharp clang.

The impact was so strong that Melania nearly used all her strength to knock it away. The knife zipped through the air like a bullet, narrowly missing Luca's nose, before slamming into his hospital bed and bouncing off.

Clang!

Coarmy's body stiffened.

In an instant, the entire corridor fell into silence.

Coarmy slowly turned his head and looked at his own backside.

His face turned from white to red, then back to white again.

He wanted to scream in pain and rage but remembered he was in a hospital.

His face went from purple to black, like he was going through a dramatic face-change—truly a sight to behold.

Everyone else had to fight to keep from laughing, their lips twitching as they struggled to hold it in.

This guy is seriously unlucky! How on earth did he manage to get caught up in this?

"Fuzzsir!" Coarmy gritted his teeth, yanking the knife out. Blood splattered everywhere.

Looking at Fuzzsir's innocent expression, Coarmy's eyes turned red with rage.

Grinding his teeth, he spat each word out slowly, "You're not working tomorrow! Go clean the headquarters!"

Fuzzsir obediently replied, "Alright, boss."

…

That night, the moon hung high in the sky.

In a lavishly decorated penthouse in the center of Celephais.

Nomadey, holding his phone, spoke excitedly, "Master Celephais, I can say with confidence—Luca is definitely dead this time!"

"I heard gunshots and explosions from his side, and I even made some inquiries with the police. Five people were confirmed dead. The police are currently hunting down the murderer, and the whole city is under lockdown."

On the other end of the line, Celephais's voice came through, cold and mocking.

"Good. I was wondering why I hadn't heard anything yet. I thought maybe something went wrong, but it turns out they were just hiding from the police."

"Alright, you've done well. After this, you stick with me. Once I'm done with Susie, you can have your turn, however you want."

Nomadey's fist tightened instinctively, his expression shifting with anger.

According to the original deal, once Luca was dead, Susie was supposed to be his.

But now this bastard had changed his mind halfway through, and that angered him beyond measure.

"What? Do you have a problem with that? Or are you attached to the girl?" Though Celephais couldn't see Nomadey, it seemed he guessed his current mood. His voice turned mocking as he narrowed his eyes.

Nomadey was silent for a moment, then forced a smile back onto his face. "Master Celephais, you're thinking too much. It's just a woman. There's no need to hesitate. Besides, it's an honor to share a woman with you, Master Celephais."

"As long as you understand," Celephais responded, clearly satisfied with Nomadey's attitude. A dog should know how to act like a dog.

Once the call ended, Nomadey's expression instantly turned dark. He threw the phone across the room in a fit of rage.

Bang! The phone, which had cost him thousands, was instantly reduced to a pile of scrap metal.

He raged through the room, smashing things left and right, his face contorted with fury as he roared, "Damn you, bastard! How dare you think you're worthy of being with Susie? Without that good family background, what the hell are you, Celephais?"