Invincible Son In Law

Leon Gray sat at the end of the long dining table, his chair a little lower, his plate untouched.

The Collins family dinner was always the same-a battleground disguised as fine dining.

Crystal chandeliers lit the golden hall. Silverware clinked. Laughter echoed. Yet all of it pressed down on Leon like chains.

"Leon, pass the wine," Brandon Collins, Emily's younger brother, ordered without looking at him. He didn't ask.

He commanded, like Leon was the butler.

Leon picked up the bottle carefully, poured it into Brandon's glass. The moment he did, Brandon sneered. "Careful. Don't spill it.

Expensive stuff. More than your entire year's allowance, right?"

Snickers rolled down the table. Leon lowered his eyes, jaw tightening.

Miranda Collins, Emily's mother, leaned back with a sigh. "Why my daughter still keeps you around, I'll never know.

A useless man who can't even provide pocket change, and we have to look at your face every day."

Even though the words were as painful as knives, Leon's face remained the same..

His wife, Emily, sat beside him. She was dressed in sleek navy blue, her posture perfect, eyes glued to her phone. Not once had she looked his way.

"Emily, honestly," Miranda pressed on. "You should've divorced him already.

This family carries enough burdens. Why chain yourself to this-" she gestured at Leon, "-nobody?"

Heat crawled up Leon's neck. His hand tightened around his fork until his knuckles whitened. But still, he said nothing. He never did.

Inside, though, the silence burned.

Three years. Three years of being their son-in-law, their punching bag, their shame. He'd endured because Emily's father-the only one who treated him like a human being-had arranged the marriage before his death.

He owed the old man a debt of respect.

But patience had a limit. And Leon was almost at his.

Brandon leaned forward suddenly, waving a piece of steak on his fork. "Hey, Leon. Want a bite? Oh, wait-you're probably not used to food like this. Don't choke." He popped it into his mouth and chewed with exaggerated satisfaction.

Laughter exploded around the table.

Emily set down her phone at last. Her voice was low, flat. "Enough, Brandon."

For a moment, Leon almost looked at her, almost grateful. But then she added, "It's embarrassing for me too. Don't make it worse."

That hurt more than the insults.

Leon's throat worked, but no sound came out. He lowered his eyes again. The room blurred with heat.

How long...?

The Awakening

The laughter dimmed in Leon's head. His pulse pounded like war drums.

And then-

[System Activation Detected.]

Welcome, Host.

System Condition: Years of accumulated humiliation detected. Host compatibility-100%.

The voice wasn't spoken. It thundered directly inside his skull.

Leon froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. His gaze darted around, but no one else reacted-only him.

What...?

Words shimmered before his eyes in faint golden text only he could see:

[Humiliation Reward: +10,000 credits.]

[System Feature Unlocked: Basic Wealth Exchange.]

Leon briefly believed he had gone insane.. But then, something buzzed in his pocket. His phone.

He slid it out under the table. A new app glowed on his screen-black and gold, with a single word: System.

His thumb trembled as he tapped it open. Numbers stared back:

Balance: $10,000.

Cold spread through Leon's veins. Real. It was real.

Another notification blinked: