The Invincible Arthur Gardner

Chapter 59 - Defeating the Corrupt Regime

Arthur opened his eyes the following morning in his luxurious room at the Golden Chamber Hotel and

glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already 5 a.m. His morning routine was familiar to him: he'd

take an energizing cold shower, go for a brisk jog around the city streets, and then start his day.

"Alright," he said calmly, stepping off his bed. He grabbed a glass of water and drank it, savoring the

cool liquid against his parched throat.

With the arrival of spring, the snow had thinned considerably compared to winter, making Arthur's

morning jog much more pleasant and comfortable than usual. He could run for up to an hour without

feeling the biting cold.

Arthur then went into his luxurious bathroom and took a cold shower, the three streams of water

cascading over him in a refreshing wake-up call. He took a deep breath, feeling his cells come alive

with energy.

Having been upgraded to a new body, Arthur found it very difficult to feel fatigued, as he was always

feeling energized despite all the activities he did throughout the day.

In addition to his enhanced physical strength, his high morale also enabled him to take on numerous

tasks and thoughts throughout the day without feeling tired.

Nonetheless, he was still thankful for being able to experience the joy of sleeping and resting at night,

and he eventually adapted to his new body and began to appreciate and feel connected with it.

After surviving the attacks of The Kraken and her army, Arthur then took Alicia to the Golden Chamber

and gave her a luxurious floor in the magnificent hotel, one floor below Edna. He did this to ensure the

girl's safety, believing it to be the best option for the time being, as Arthur himself needed to learn more

about the Underworld and its potential threats.

"The Underworld appears to have a great deal of authority over the city, and it appears that they also

have a strong presence in government," Arthur mused. Determined to create his own influence and

army if need be.

Arthur was intent on establishing his own business. He was determined to face these people and

ensure that those like Estella would not remain in power and exploit their authority for their own

personal gain.

Realizing that this was no small feat, Arthur was nevertheless determined to make it happen. He was

confident that he could make it happen with dedication and perseverance. Furthermore, he had the

support of his partners Edna, Claudina, and Alicia, and he was sure that there would be more help on

the way.

Arthur emerged from the bathroom, having changed into his sports clothes. With haste, he descended

the stairs to the VIP elevator, then made his way out of the back door, his favored exit to avoid the

crowd of people typically gathered at the hotel lobby entrance.

Arthur jogged in shorts, sneakers, and a sleeveless shirt, seemingly unfazed by the cool morning air.

He had her trusty earphones tucked into his ears, allowing him to find his inner peace and formulate his

daily plan.

Every morning, Arthur would jog through the small alleys between buildings and street corners, and he

would often find people sleeping on the streets, barely protected by their thick jackets and cardboard

boxes. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, Arthur was aware of his great wealth, and he realized that

he could easily change someone's life with it. However, he knew that giving these people money would

not be the right solution.

"Giving money to those who don't know how to use it, or even understand its value, would only be a

disadvantage," he thought. "The money would run out quickly, and they might even be exposed to

danger from people who want to take it away from them."

He had been using his money in whatever way he pleased lately, but he still made sure to help those

he gave it to, providing them with resources and the autonomy to make better lives for themselves.

"This isn't my job," he thought to himself. "It's the government's job to improve people's lives. But with a

government as corrupt as this one, it doesn't look like people's conditions will be improving anytime

soon."

Maintaining social levels was vital to those at the top, as it allowed them to maintain their position and

make more and more people suffer beneath them. This further secured their power for a long time.

People from all walks of life, ranging from the destitute living on the streets to the middle class, were

expected to remain in their respective social and economic standing for the foreseeable future. This

was because those in positions of power and influence relied on the patronage of these people to

generate wealth and increase their fortunes.

The ruling class sought to keep the lower classes in a state of weakness, so busy with the struggle to

survive that they could not even contemplate resistance. This oppressive way of life continued, leaving

those at the bottom with no hope of ever improving their station and those at the top with the

opportunity to use their power for further gain.

Arthur inhaled deeply and let out a relieved sigh on that chilly morning. Then, the sun began to peek

out from behind the towering buildings in the city, signifying the start of the day's activities.

"But," he added, having made up his mind. "I can make things better... in my own way."

He paused as he ran closer to the Golden Chamber Hotel.

"I can make things better by weakening The Underworld, or even eradicating them," he declared

emphatically.

Arthur raced back to the hotel and wasted no time taking the VIP elevator to his room, the most

luxurious suite on the top floor of the grand and lavish hotel building.

"I will be a terror for those who have abused their authority for their own gain," he declared with a smile.

When the elevator door opened, he noticed a woman with blonde hair standing there, who smiled and

bowed her head in greeting.

"Good morning, boss.... I have prepared breakfast for you. Would you like me to join you for breakfast

this morning?" Edna said softly, her smile never faltering.

"Yes, Edna. That would be great," Arthur replied in a collected manner.