The Seventeen-Year Emperor
At seventeen, Keith Agus Runcandel stood at the peak of a transformation that shook the world.
Over the past year alone, the Sign-In System had rewarded him relentlessly:
Vast sums of dollars and global shares Multiple mansions across Europe and Asia Cosmetic and pharmaceutical formulas that disrupted legacy industries Game engines and software programs that redefined Runcandel Gaming Automobile blueprints combining performance, safety, and futuristic AI Oil, energy, and import–export frameworks that stabilized entire regions
One by one, subsidiaries rose:
Runcandel Automobile Runcandel Gaming Runcandel Oil & Energy Runcandel Imports & Exports
Each launch became a market earthquake.
Within three years, the Runcandel Group officially crossed the line—
👉 A ten-billion-dollar empire.
Keith read the report calmly, fingers tapping the desk.
"Still early," he muttered.
The Third-Year Sign-In Reward
The system chimed.
[Sign-In Complete: Year Three]
Reward Acquired: Beginner Conqueror's Haki
Keith felt it instantly.
Not force.
Not pressure.
But presence.
A will so overwhelming that it bent the atmosphere itself.
He nodded once.
"…One of the best rewards so far."
Bonds and Loyalties
In the past year, Keith's personal circle had stabilized and deepened.
Romantic partners (adults only):
Vermouth Tomoko Suzuki Eri Kisaki Yukiko Fujimine Grayfia Lucifuge Kuroka Yor Forger Sylpha Langlis Saya Takagi Gamma Chisato Hasegawa Albedo Jodie Starling
Each relationship was built on choice, power, and mutual respect—not dependency.
Those under his protection and guidance:
Shiho Miyano Akemi Miyano Ran Mouri Sonoko Suzuki Hidemi Hondou
They were family, protégés, and future pillars—not tools, not possessions.
Keith made that distinction clear to everyone.
Intelligence Reports
New messages flowed in.
From Jodie Starling:
"Akai has stopped targeting Akemi.
He entered the Black Organization via Barolo."
Keith scoffed softly.
"So he chose the worst possible door."
He already knew Akai's nature.
Talented.
Lucky.
And reckless enough to survive things that should kill him.
"Not my problem," Keith decided.
"For now."
From Tomoko Suzuki:
Shiro Suzuki was attempting a public image recovery—
donations to foundations, charity fronts, and desperate PR moves.
Keith didn't even blink.
"A drowning man grabbing at air."
From financial intelligence:
The Kurosaki–Amamiya conglomerate was officially bankrupt Their war with the Suzuki Group had destroyed both sides Survivors were selling assets just to stay alive
Keith closed the report.
"I warned them once," he said quietly.
"That was mercy."
A Message from Momiji
Another notification appeared.
"Keith-sama… congratulations on your empire."
He smiled faintly.
"The game is only getting interesting."
Keith stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of Runcandel Vision HQ, looking out over the city lights of Europe.
Behind him lay wealth, power, loyalty, and secrets.
Ahead of him—
The Zoo Organization The true Black Organization The man pulling strings from the shadows And a world not yet ready for what he was becoming
At seventeen, Keith didn't call himself a king.
But the world already did.