Veil System: Running a Model, High-End Escort and Marriage Agency
Chapter 83: Regeneration ($100

Chapter 83: Regeneration ($100

Justin Black was fucked up.

He lay there, sprawled out like a crime scene, the cold bathroom tiles doing absolutely nothing for his situation. Blood oozed from the side of his head, mixing with the black, gooey substance that had leaked out of his body earlier—creating a disgusting-ass puddle that looked like something straight out of a horror movie.

Unconscious. Breath shallow.

Dude was gone—

Not dead—yet—but definitely looking real questionable. If someone walked in right now, they’d probably think he got bodied in his own damn bathroom. Like damn, bro, who jumped you?

His arm twitched slightly, but other than that? No movement. His whole body was limp, like a dropped mannequin, except way more expensive and probably cursed at this point.

The Veiler transformation had done him dirty.

For a second, the room was silent—no dramatic music, no system notifications, nothing..Just a half-dead teenager bleeding out next to some cursed sludge.

And downstairs?

Sasha and Chloe were chilling. Drinking. Completely unaware that their boy was up here looking like a murder victim. If Justin was conscious, he’d probably be pissed as hell—perhaps not.

The blood had been pouring out, a steady stream mixing with the black sludge still clinging to his body. The floor was a mess—dark liquid pooling under his head, the air thick with that metallic scent.

Then, without warning, his blood lit up. One second, it was just regular-ass blood; the next, it was glowing like some ancient relic had just been activated.

Not a flicker. Not a slow glow.

A full-blown surge of light.

The red liquid pulsed, vibrating with some unknowable force, and then—it reversed. The blood that had already left his body defied logic, physics, and common sense, pulling back into his wound in a perfect stream, not a single drop wasted.

The cut on his head? Sealed shut. Clean. Not even a scar.

The black filth that had been clinging to his skin, the remnants of whatever dark transformation his body had gone through? It didn’t just disappear—it was rejected. The dirt, the sweat, the impurities—all of it was wiped away in an instant, like his body had deemed them unworthy.

Not like, oozing or spreading—no, no, this shit was reversing. Like someone hit CTRL+Z on his injuries. Just pure, pristine regeneration.

And when it was done?

Justin lay there—silent, unmoving.

But this wasn’t the same Justin Black from before. His skin was smooth, his body impossibly refined—not just attractive, but predatory. His very presence screamed power, control, something untouchable.

The black, sticky-ass cursed goo that had been staining his skin? Gone. Evaporating like it had just been personally rejected from existence. His body shined up like someone had just run a fresh update, deleting all bugs and glitches. The sweat? Wiped away like it never dared exist in the first place.

And just like that—Justin Black lay there.

Clean. Untouched. Impossibly handsome.

But more than that? Dangerous.

Like whatever had just happened to him wasn’t just some glow-up.

This wasn’t just healing.

This was a rebirth.

[Ding! The Veiler has unlocked a Godly-Tier ability: Regeneration.

[Ability: Regeneration: The Veiler can recover from any wound—cuts, broken bones, internal damage, even fatal fucking injuries.

Diseases? Viruses? Infections? And even the common cold are completely irrelevant to the Veiler. The Veiler’s body constantly maintains peak condition, immune to all sickness!}

Then came the tremor.

It wasn’t just a little shiver. It was like someone had detonated a bomb in his soul.

Justin’s body jerked violently, every nerve in his system firing off like fireworks on the Fourth of July. His lungs convulsed, dragging in air like he’d been drowning for hours. His muscles clenched so hard they should’ve torn apart, but instead, they grew stronger—reinforced, upgraded.

His veins pulsed, glowing with something raw and ancient, something inhuman.

Then—his eyes snapped open.

For a second, everything was too much.

His senses weren’t just sharper—they were weaponized. He could hear everything. The faint drip of water from the faucet. The hum of the lights. The distant sound of a heartbeat—not his own. His vision? Unreal. Every detail, every texture, too fucking clear. Like life itself had been upgraded to 4K Ultra HD.

And then, the real shit started. The wound on his head? Sealing itself up. No scar. No pain. Just erased. The sticky, disgusting gunk that had oozed out of him—the literal impurities purged from his body—began to evaporate.

He was now purified. Like his body was now stuck with only the best, only what belonged.

His skin?

Immaculate.

No scars. No blemishes. No imperfections. It was smooth, like sculpted marble, but warm, alive, radiating a quiet, intimidating heat. His muscles?

They weren’t bulky. This wasn’t some comic book hulked-out bullshit. No—this was precision. The kind of body that didn’t waste an ounce of strength. Every muscle was tight, defined, perfectly proportioned. His chest—broad. His abs—etched into reality. His arms—deadly without effort.

And then, well.

Let’s talk about the real upgrade.

Because fuck.

His cock?

Massive.

Like, whatever genetics had given him before? The system had laughed, thrown that shit out, and built a new one from scratch.

Thicker. Heavier.

Fucking divine.

A weapon in its own right.

Justin exhaled, stepping toward the mirror. His reflection stared back at him, and for the first time in his life, he saw exactly what the world was gonna see from now on—a fucking problem.

His jawline? Sharp enough to cut through bullshit. His eyes were no longer just dark. They were black holes. Abyssal. The kind of stare that made people hesitate. That made them reconsider their life choices.

And his aura had been dangerous before but now he was danger itself.

[Ding! Ability activation cost: $100M.]

[Ding! The money has been deducted automatically since the Veiler was unconscious and his life was in danger!]

Justin blinked. Wait, what?

A hundred fucking million? Just like that?

...Pfft.

Who gave a fuck?

That Regeneration ability even if it cost him a billion, he would’ve found that money and paid it in full. His fingers ran over his forearm, feeling the raw power thrumming beneath his skin.

His lips curled into a smirk.

"So... what the fuck am I now?"

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