The Master Programmer

Jason leaned back against the chair, his fingers drumming a steady rhythm on the polished table. Across from him kneeled a man who exuded unease, his eyes darting around as though searching for an escape that didn't exist. But there was nothing for him in this place. Only the face of a man that he could only see to be a battle demon. And that battle demon was currently staring at him with eyes that were currently looking at him like he was a dead man walking. This calm, apathetic demeanour only added to Mr Grey's growing anxiety. "So," Jason said, his voice soft but deliberate, "shall we settle this matter?" The man frowned, his brows knitting together. "What's there to settle? I told you, I can't just... do this. It's not about the money, alright? It's my heart… I can't move on from this." His tone was defensive, almost pleading, but Jason's expression remained unreadable. Mr Grey was going to fight this with all his might though. He could not allow Jason to interfere with him in any way he could. He was never going to let Jason win! This was his money! His and nobody else's! Jason tilted his head slightly, as though considering the man's words. "Your heart?" he echoed, letting the phrase linger in the air before he continued. "Let's not complicate this. You're a criminal, sure. But even criminals have accounts that can be traced, don't they?" The man's eyes widened slightly. Of course, he was a criminal. But that did not mean anything did it? What was this bastard trying to do? "What are you getting at?" Jason leaned forward, the intensity in his gaze making the man flinch. "You can't take what you've stolen to the market. But you can give me the shares. You know exactly what I'm talking about. I want those shares. Now." The man hesitated, his lips parting as though he was about to protest. Jason didn't let him. He raised a hand, silencing him effortlessly. "Enough with the excuses. The shares and the bank account. Now. Or… We can deal with this in another way…" Jason leaned back, an evil smirk coming to him as the three Goons stood behind him with unconscious bodies lying everywhere around. The woman he had been trying to lay his hands on was standing behind him, wrapping her hands around his neck and looking at him in hatred. "I heard you like rape? That is interesting to me… See, rape is a sadistic behaviour all about control. Rapists love the feeling of taking control from someone, especially from women, and this is probably because when they were younger, they had a female figure, probably their mother, who took away control from them…" Jason then leaned forward, looking down at the man who was kneeling like he was a piece of dirt. "I think I understand what you need. You need to have that happen to you. Maybe you should get raped… Just to feel what it's like again to have control taken away from you. What do you think about that?" "What? No… I don't need something like—" "You can see it already, can't you? Being held down and stretched open! You can already imagine someone fucking you, making you the bitch you are, the disgusting piece of dirt you are. I have a friend who can take care of you… He's very gifted. In every way, you can imagine… You seem... plump. I'm sure he'd love to manhandle you. I have his number, maybe I should-" "Stop, stop stop!! Please stop" the man said, looking at Jason in fear. Looking into those eyes, the man understood now. This wasn't just a demand, it was a command, delivered with such precision and authority that it left no room for argument. The threat was just a cherry on top to make him comply. Jason meant every word he was saying. Something was terrifying about the way he was speaking. He couldn't even imagine ever standing against this man. Jason's tone shifted subtly, layering his words with a rhythm that disarmed the man's defences. He spoke with conviction, anchoring his statements in a way that made them feel undeniable. Jason mirrored the man's initial hesitation before leading him to a desired conclusion, imagining the worst-case scenario possible and when he did it was also at that moment that Jason had him in a chokehold. This created a psychological alignment that made compliance feel natural. The man swallowed hard, nodding slowly. It seemed he had no choice. He reached into his bag and pulled out a tablet, his fingers trembling as he transferred the money he had in his savings and investments and cleared his bank account, transferring the funds to some Crypto Wallet that Jason had quickly set up on his phone. Jason watched silently, his piercing gaze never leaving the man's face. That was until a blue panel flashed next to him. |———————————— || Master Programmer System || Stats | Missions | Items | Store | ————— Congratulations on completing the hidden mission: Convince A Greedy Fuck to Give to Charity. As a reward, you have received the following: —> 30 MC Well Done. Keep working hard and one day you will truly become a Master Programmer. Your Current Missions: —> Make your Sexy Boss Fall For You (43% done) —> Take Revenge on the Grumpy Middle-Aged Landlord (31% done) —> Build a Syndicate! (10% done) ————————————| |———————————— | Master Programmer System || Stats || Missions | Items | Store | ————— Name: Jason Cross MC (Master Coins): 400 Level: 22 Stats: (No Change) ————————————| The power resided in the gaze. Jason had been sitting there, simply observing—a seemingly natural act. Yet, the unwavering intensity of his stare held a profound impact that would eternally influence the man. It was as if the mere act of being watched compelled him to comport himself. These same eyes that had delivered that terrifying prospect of him either getting brutally hit, or brutally abused, were now watching him, and every time he turned his head up he would see tha same eyes and wonder if he would get that same experience once again, and when he did, he would behave. When the transfer was done, Jason glanced at the screen. Four million dollars and a bit more. His lips curved into a faint smile as he pocketed his phone. "Well done," he said, his voice laced with approval. "Now, let's part ways. I hope I will never see you again. I'm sure you hope for the same thing. If I do see you, or maybe I see your men… I will know. And If I know, I will come for you. Next time there won't be four men you have to deal with. Only one. The one you don't want to see. I'm not talking about me, either. I'm talking about the one that will have you slurping his cock like some greedy slut. I'm sure you understand." The man looked at him in disbelief. "You're just... leaving? After taking everything from me? This is everything I have! Please! Just leave me something!" "I'm sure you have enemies coming for you. But I'm sure you also have friends. Don't worry, you'll survive as long as you make sure to not be stupid. Just do not let me see you ever again," Jason said with a sick smirk as he stood up. As he stood, Jason motioned to Isabella, who had been standing silently behind him. "Let's go." As Jason and Isabella left, Marcus, Mousa and Marek left after them, their heads held high as they followed Jason. This was the most exciting night they had ever had in their lives! They witnessed a single man confront more than thirty individuals, and to their astonishment, he completely overpowered them. Following that, the same man boldly extorted a prominent gangster who owned a large casino, which made over a million annually, seizing all of his possessions. It was astounding! Jason, who was currently holding Isabella, turned to the three and asked them, "Do you guys have Crypto Wallets? If not, make them quickly so that I can give you guys treats." What? The men exchanged uncertain glances. "Payment?" Marcus asked, incredulous. He had been a bit greedy for it, but he had not expected it. After all, they had stolen from him before. And there they stood, gazing at him in astonishment, wondering why on earth Jason was handing them money. He had done most of the work, and gotten most of the results, and yet he was still giving them money for some reason. Why?! Jason shrugged. "Consider it an investment. I told you before, right? Follow me, and you stand to gain the world. Well, I meant what I said. You will never have to look elsewhere as long as you follow me. I know you guys don't have faith in me. But that's easy to build over time." The men were confused, but when Marek began fiddling with his phone, showing Jason the QR code which Jason scanned and quickly sent over 30,000 dollars, the others found themselves confused. What the hell? Did he mean what he said? How insane! That was more money than they had ever had in their lives. The others were quick on the uptake and soon enough, Jason had sent over everything to everyone, giving Mousa 30,000 and Marcus 40,000 dollars. This was a slight deviation, simple but effective. He was setting up a hierarchy just like that. "Marcus, I'll call you when I need you. For now, enjoy the night. Don't say anything about what happened. And don't do anything stupid." Marcus nodded, his eyes having turned from the earlier fear, annoyance and reluctance from an hour ago, to the reverence and idolisation that he was feeling now. Jason wanted to laugh but he held himself back. After giving them the money, he told them to leave and then turning to Isabella, who had practically plastered herself to Jason's side, they smiled. "We'll see you, boss!" "Yeah, call us anytime! We're willing to do anything for you, boss!" These guys were so loyal… If Isabella knew that Jason had been beating them and mentally torturing them this whole time, what would she think?