The Heavenly Demon of Terror-Chapter 263: The Stolen Belongings

Owen's POV

I leaned back against the old wooden bench, staring at the half-rotted beams above my head. Dust floated in the air like time itself had been suspended in this place. But even in the quiet, my thoughts stormed.

William Yates.

The name came back to me like bile in my throat.

"That bastard..." I muttered, my voice low, bitter.

Original Owen's father. A man who should've protected his wife and child. Instead, he used them—used the woman who loved him and left her to rot in despair. Owen's mother had married him for love, for a future she thought they'd build together. And what did he do?

Drained her inheritance. Burned her trust. And left her and Owen to suffer while he rose to power.

And it didn't stop there.

I closed my eyes for a second, trying to suppress the rising anger.

In the first life, the original Owen never had a moment to breathe. Even after being betrayed emotionally by Yvette, he still clung to her like a dying man to a memory. He loved her, damn it. Too much. And despite Yvette's cold shoulder, Owen cared. He protected her. He defended her reputation. He took her shame on his back just to see her smile, even if it wasn't for him.

But what did that love earn him?

Yvette's silence. William's exploitation.

Because Owen married her, William gained access to her money—money from one of the wealthiest empires that even the Bardot Industries and Maa Conglomerate together couldn't match. Yvette Jennings was wealthy beyond imagination. She was practically on par with the hidden titan of finance—Nocturne.

And William?

He sucked that money like a leech, reinvesting it into expanding his empire while keeping Owen and his mother on the sidelines. Owen never saw a dime of the wealth he indirectly handed over. It wasn't just theft. It was betrayal on a generational scale.

My hands clenched into fists.

But in the second life... everything changed.

Original Owen finally stood up. He realized the chains that bound him. The fake loyalty. The misplaced love. He divorced Yvette—cut ties before her family's name could be exploited again. And with that one move, Yvette cut all financial support to William. The bloodline tap was severed.

William's empire staggered. Cracks began to form.

That's when Owen did what no one expected.

He rebuilt himself. Not with wealth, but with resolve.

He protected his friends. Shielded the weak. Walked into danger when everyone else turned back. He did everything right. Maybe not perfect—but with heart.

And now... now I was here.

Wearing his name.

Living in a world where the scars of his past still burned in every corner.

But I wasn't him.

I was something else. And now, I had choices he never did.

My eyes narrowed as I looked out the broken window of the shed.

William Yates... you don't know me. You think I'm still that boy you could ignore. Exploit. Toss aside.

But I'm not Owen Yates.

I'm the one who ended wars in my past world. I'm the one who fought Henry Hans to a draw. Who clashed blades with Samuel Gebb, the reincarnated Heavenly Demon himself. I'm the one who walked through blood to find purpose again.

And now... I was in your world.

"William Yates," I said aloud, my voice echoing through the empty shed, "You're the next name on my list."

I stood slowly, brushing the dirt from my hands.

There was no more running from the shadows of Owen's past.

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It was time to face them. One by one.

And burn them down.

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Owen's POV

I was just walking down the narrow cobblestone street, hood up, hands in my pockets, trying to stay under the radar. The evening air had a damp chill to it, and the city around me buzzed with the usual noise—merchants shouting, wheels creaking, drunken laughter from nearby taverns. I was deep in thought, going over my next move, when it hit me—

DING!

A sudden chime echoed in my ears, crisp and mechanical.

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[System Notification]

Quest Alert: Unfinished Bloodline – Part I

Target Identified: William Yates

Objective: Investigate William Yates' current whereabouts and influence in the Human Realm.

Optional Objective: Recover Owen Yates' Mother's stolen belongings from Yates Estate.

Reward: +50,000 EXP | +1 Rare Skill Fragment | Memory Echo (Personal)

Time Limit: 14 Days

Accept Quest?

[Yes] [No]

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I stopped in my tracks.

Of course.

Of course this bastard gets system recognition like he's some final boss.

I stared at the holographic screen, my jaw clenched. This wasn't some random encounter. The system only issued legacy quests when emotional or historical weight was involved—quests that defined a soul's purpose in that world.

This wasn't my past.

But it was his. Owen Yates'.

And I chose to carry it.

I tapped [Yes] without hesitation.

The screen vanished with a glimmer of light, and a subtle pulse of energy rippled through me. Somewhere deep inside, something shifted—like a ghost of Owen's rage had awakened, aligning with mine.

"Alright, William..." I muttered, stepping forward again, more focused than ever. "Let's settle the legacy you left rotting."

I pulled my hood lower and disappeared into the crowd, eyes set on the next Chapter of my war.