Darien wasn’t exactly a standout guy. He was of average height, with messy dark hair and that slightly disheveled look of someone who had spent too many late nights glued to a screen.

His faded black jacket, adorned with a peeling patch, flapped lightly in the wind as he trudged forward, hands stuffed deep in his pockets.

His gaze flicked up to a flickering sign above an unremarkable building:

“Nether Realm Internet Cafe– Cheaper rates in the district !”

Darien snorted at the name. “Nether Realm? How dramatic can you get?”

But it was the closest spot with decent gaming rigs, especially since his home setup had finally given up the ghost after one too many rage-induced fist slams.

With a resigned sigh, he pushed through the door.

Inside was just as he expected, dim lighting, the sharp scent of synthetic coolant hanging in the air, and the rhythmic clatter of mechanical keyboards filling his ears.

Rows of high-end gaming pods lined the walls, most occupied by players hunched over their screens, faces illuminated by the glow of *League of Legends*.

A bored-looking attendant with neon-green hair glanced up from behind the counter. “Hourly or full day?”

“Two hours,” Darien muttered as he swiped his wrist-comm over the payment scanner.

“Pod 17. Don’t spill anything on the gear or you’re paying for it.”

Darien rolled his eyes and made his way to his assigned station, weaving past a group of guys loudly arguing about “that ridiculous Warwick buff” in the latest patch.

Pod 17 was decent, a high-refresh holographic display, a tactile feedback keyboard, and a chair that didn’t scream “back pain” at him every time he sat down. Cracking his knuckles, he logged in and launched League.

The familiar chime of the login screen filled his ears, and a smirk crept across his face.

“Time to int some games.”

He queued up for Ranked Solo/Duo mode; fingers drumming impatiently on the desk as anticipation built within him.

The match popped almost instantly: top lane, Garen!

“Oh hell yeah,” he muttered under his breath. “Spin to win.”

He barely noticed the lanky guy next to him sporting a “Feeder’s Anonymous” hoodie until Darien executed a perfect level 2 all-in, silencing Darius and spinning him down to 10% HP before flashing away to safety.

The guy next to him stopped playing entirely.

“Yo,” the hoodie guy exclaimed, blinking in disbelief.

“That was clean as hell!”

Darien shrugged nonchalantly. “Darius players deserve it.”

Instead of returning to his game, the hoodie guy leaned closer, captivated by Darien’s skillful manipulation of the wave.

He froze it near his tower and then swiftly hunted down the Darius player as soon as he made a mistake.

“Bro, you’re styling on this guy!” the hoodie guy grinned, clearly impressed.

Moments later, another player, sporting a tattoo that read “0/10 Powerspike” on his forearm, caught wind of the excitement and ditched his own match to watch.

“Wait, is this dude actually good?” The tattoo guy asked, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

“No,” The hoodie huy chuckled. “He’s just playing Garen… but like… he’s playing him *right*.”

By the time Darien reached a staggering 6/0 score and started taking on two enemies at once, a small crowd had gathered behind him.

“Oh snap, he’s really carrying,” someone whispered in awe.

“No way this guy’s solo queueing, he must be smurfing!”

“Nah, check out his match history, hardstuck Emerald for three seasons.”

Darien tuned them out, laser-focused on his game.

He roamed mid-lane and executed a flawless Q-E-R combo to take down the enemy Zed before teleporting bot to dunk their ADC with style.

The crowd erupted into cheers!

“Holy crap!”

“Bro, what was that?!”

“This dude’s an absolute menace!”

As Darien continued to dominate the match, the peanut gallery grew louder and more animated.

“Why’s their jungler even trying? My man’s fed beyond belief!”

“Because junglers are masochists, they thrive on getting stomped.”

“Nah, this Warwick just sucks! Look at his pathing; he’s farming like it’s PvE mode.”

Darien couldn’t help but smirk as he executed a perfect Baron steal with a last-second Smite + Ult combo that left everyone gasping in disbelief.

“Oh my God! He’s him!” yelled the hoodie

Guy enthusiastically.

“Nah,” The tattoo guy countered skeptically.

“He’s not ‘Him.’ That’s just a myth.”

“Then explain that play! You can’t can you?”

“I can’t! That’s why it feels like bullshit!”

The enemy team finally surrendered at 20 minutes, a testament to Darien’s sheer unrelenting Demacian justice!

As the victory screen flashed across his monitor, cheers erupted from the crowd behind him:

“Bro, you gotta stream!”

“What’s your IGN? I’m adding you right now!”

“Teach me your ways, oh mighty Garen main!”

Darien finally turned in his chair, giving his neck a good rub. “Relax, guys. It’s just one game.”

“One perfect game,” Hoodie Guy chimed in with a grin, clearly not ready to let it go.

“Nah, their top was just dogshit,” Darien replied as he stood up, stretching slightly.

“Still,” Tattoo Guy said, crossing his arms and leaning back with a smirk. “That was the most entertaining shit I’ve seen all week!”

Darien chuckled, shaking his head as he logged off. “Guess I’ll take that as a compliment.”

As he strolled out of the café, the group behind him wasted no time diving into his match history, already debating whether he was “actually cracked or just got lucky.”

Darien didn’t look back,he didn’t need to.

A sly smirk crept across his face. Maybe he’d come by tomorrow for another round of fun!

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“Sir for the past three months, the Osborn Family’s diverse industries have been thriving and progressing very well!

The Osborn Pharmaceutical and Biotech Group has captured a remarkable 3% of the global skin reconstructive market, soaring to an impressive 50% share within the Aurelian Federation alone.

If this momentum continues, it won’t be long before they completely dominate the skin reconstructive market in the Federation.

With ongoing expansion and a hefty capital injection into the company, a staggering 5 million units of the AMHP-9 Emerald Rebirth Pod have been sold worldwide, raking in an astonishing profit of 159.8 trillion Unicreds after expenses, an incredible 74% profit margin! And major hospitals across the globe have already reserved an additional 10 million units”.

Inside his expansive study, Arthur reclined in his executive chair, exuding a relaxed demeanor as he savored a glass of red wine and puffed on a cigar while listening to Evolon’s reports.

“A 74% profit margin, huh?” Arthur raised an eyebrow at Evolon’s update. “That’s impressive!” he muttered with satisfaction.

“Evolon, please continue!” he urged.

“Sir,” Evolon began, “while the AMHP-9 Pod has made significant strides in transforming the pharmaceutical landscape, especially within skin reconstruction, it has also attracted some unsavory attention.

There are those attempting to fabricate false evidence against our product and others who are trying to reverse-engineer our technology.

But rest assured, I’ve taken care of everything.” The flickering visage of Evolon displayed countless data points as it reported.

Arthur’s eyes narrowed with disdain at this news; if competitors managed to crack their cutting-edge technology, it would raise serious questions about product quality. After all, their technology was five to ten years ahead of Panterra!

“What about those top players? Have they made any moves since our last incident?” Arthur pondered aloud.

“No sir,” Evolon replied. “They’ve gone silent and halted all experiments related to the pod.”

Arthur furrowed his brows thoughtfully. “It seems these giants have conceded defeat in the skin reconstructive sector,” he murmured under his breath.

He understood why they might back off; no other technology on the market could rival that of Osborn Pharmaceutical and Biotech Group.

To these industry titans, Osborn was merely a small ant, insignificant compared to their decades or even centuries of influence and wealth in pharmaceuticals.

Each competitor held hundreds of trillions in assets and could sway global markets with just a thought.

While Arthur celebrated their success with AMHP-9 Emerald Rebirth Pods, a game-changer poised for monopolization, he remained grounded enough not to underestimate these formidable opponents; arrogance could lead to swift downfall.

Arthur shook his head and chuckled at the thought.

Sure, he might not be able to take on the big shots just yet, but who knows what the future holds?

With a little help from the system and some careful planning, he could achieve great things.

“Evolon, continue!” Arthur commanded with a spark of curiosity.

“Sir, the Spectra S mobile phone released by Osborn Technology has achieved remarkable success,” Evolon reported. “In just ten countries, including the Aurelian Federation, sales have skyrocketed to 350 million units!

The Spectra S alone sold 50 million units, while the Spectra S Pro hit 120 million units, and the Spectra S Pro Max soared to an astonishing 280 million units.

This has netted a profit of 1.4 trillion Unicreds with an impressive profit margin of 88.7%!”

“Wow!” Arthur’s eyes widened in surprise and disbelief.

He hadn’t anticipated such staggering profits from just ten countries!

And sales were still climbing rapidly; if they included global figures, the numbers would be mind-blowing!

After all, this $1.4 trillion was merely from three months’ worth of sales in those ten markets.

“Damn! Having advanced technology is like printing money!” Arthur exclaimed as he took a deep breath and sipped his drink, a small smile spreading across his face.

“Evolon, what about global sales data?” he pondered for a moment before asking.

“Sir,” Evolon replied, “the company is still in the process of expanding globally. Unfortunately, supply can’t keep up with demand right now.

They’ve been busy acquiring new factories and installing production lines to ramp up output.

Based on my estimates, it will take about two months to fully expand globally.

However, since they don’t utilize third-party distribution channels, there have been some setbacks that are slowing down progress.”

“Okay!” Arthur nodded nonchalantly. After all, if his uncle couldn’t tackle this issue himself, what’s the use?

He had faith that his uncle would overcome these challenges in no time, it was simply a matter of money! And when it came to finances?

Well, even Madara Uchiha would have to acknowledge him as one of the strongest players in that game!

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