World Domination Begins With Getting a System in a Modern World Chapter 160: Unyielding William

The Horizon’s Edge was more than just a yacht — it was a floating palace. A triple-decked leviathan of polished steel and marine elegance, with enough luxury to sha most boutique hotels.

As Jas stepped aboard with Logan, he imdiately took note of the details: teak flooring that shone beneath soft LED strips, marble-topped bar stations, sprawling lounge spaces wrapped in sun-kissed glass, and a soft scent of sea breeze mixed with luxury perfu lingering in the air.

Music thumped from concealed speakers — a llow, bass-heavy rhythm that vibrated through the bones without overwhelming conversation.

Sunlight danced across the ocean, and champagne already flowed freely among the guests scattered throughout the decks.

Logan guided Jas through a brief tour of the yacht.

"We’ve got a mix of lounges, private corners for those looking to flirt or talk business, plus a sun-deck upstairs with a plunge pool. Down below, there’s a ga room — cards, poker, even a VR setup," Logan said as he led Jas past a curved bar where two n were already comparing stock trades.

"And food?" Jas asked with a light smirk.

Logan laughed.

"Overkill. Sushi station, gourt tapas, seafood platters. If you leave hungry, it’s your fault."

They passed through one of the private lounges — a sleek room with deep leather seats, high ceilings, and a panoramic view of the horizon.

Jas nodded in approval. The yacht was a statent — understated in design, overwhelming in execution.

Eventually, they stopped on the middle deck by a quieter corner where the ocean shimred unobstructed beyond the glass railing.

Logan leaned casually against the rail and shot Jas a sidelong glance.

"So, I’ve been wondering... how’d you pull it off?"

Jas raised an eyebrow.

"I an — you," Logan clarified. "You just appeared out of nowhere, and I’ve heard enough rumors about you that I stopped believing all of them. So, what’s the truth?"

Jas chuckled. He was surprised there was rumours about him now making the rounds,but he felt that it’s normal considering how ordinary is background is.

"Nothing fancy," he said with a shrug. "Got lucky at the right ti. I hit big on so bets, stacked my earnings, then decided to try sothing stupid — built a coin with a friend. It went viral. Value exploded overnight."

Logan blinked, clearly processing what Jas had just said.

"Just like that?"

"Well... the basics, yeah." Jas nodded.

Logan stared at him for a long mont, then gave a short laugh.

"That’s... both wild and infuriating. So you’re telling you didn’t inherit a fortune, buy so VC firm, or win a tech grant. You just gambled your way into the deep end?"

"Pretty much," Jas said, sipping his cocktail.

Logan shook his head in disbelief.

"Either you’re the luckiest bastard alive, or you’re hiding sothing serious."

Jas smirked, neither confirming nor denying.

Logan didn’t press. He was smart enough to know when soone was guarding sothing valuable. Instead, he just grinned and raised his glass.

"Fair enough. I don’t know how, and I don’t care. But I do know this — I want to stay close. I hope we can be partners in the future."

Logan was still finding it hard to believe. He couldn’t believe that Jas was that simple and extrely lucky.

He felt that there was more that Jas was hiding but he didn’t want to pry as he understood that everyone has at least a secret they are protecting.

Also, he understood that it won’t be wise of him to insist, and he decided to let it be. But he made a decision to get close to Jas and maintain a close relationship with him as he see great things coming from him.

The two of them clinked glasses.

A few more casual exchanges followed before Logan was swept away by a cluster of friends calling him over near the pool deck.

Left alone, Jas exhaled and glanced around. The conversation had left him a bit parched — and hungry.

He made his way across the lower deck, toward the buffet line, where golden lighting frad an immaculate layout of small gourt plates: butter-seared scallops, truffle sliders, seared ahi tuna, mango-glazed shrimp skewers.

Jas picked a few items and was just about to turn away when a sudden, familiar presence stopped him.

Rachel Cobb.

She stood right in front of him, arms crossed loosely, with a blank expression on her face.

Jas gave a polite smile and made to step past her, unwilling to entertain whatever ga she was beginning to play.

But then, she spoke.

"Wait."

He stopped and turned his head slightly, waiting for her to speak.

She opened her mouth... then closed it again.

Jas narrowed his eyes slightly, unimpressed, and turned to walk away.

Rachel, apparently unprepared for that reaction, imdiately followed.

"I said wait!"

Jas didn’t slow down. The crowd moved around him like a current, and Rachel’s heels clicked furiously behind him as she tried to keep up.

He wasn’t interestedas he rembered how she looked at him when Logan introduced him. Not in whatever change of heart she’d had, not in whatever curiosity her previous snub had evolved into.

Eventually, he found a spot near the yacht’s side deck — secluded, away from the noise — and took a seat on one of the curved lounges.

Rachel finally caught up, breathless, a light sheen of sweat dampening her flawless composure. Her grace was gone — chased away by urgency.

Jas glanced at her, genuinely surprised by how ungraceful she looked.

"What do you want?" he asked flatly.

Rachel opened her mouth to respond — but before she could speak, an irritating voice interjected.

"Well, well... if it isn’t the evening’s charity project."

Yes, it’s William Howell.

He stepped into view, drink in hand, his white jacket now swapped for a navy one, unbuttoned to reveal an ostentatious chain.

Jas remained seated, relaxed, watching him with detached amusent.

William’s voice was dripping with disdain, but it was louder now, and deliberately so.

A small group nearby turned to watch turned to watch the ensuing drama.

"Must be hard," William continued, "not having a yacht of your own. But don’t worry — we’ve all got to start sowhere."

He took a sip of his drink and gestured lazily around.

"This yacht cost nine figures. My father is a shareholder and board mber of one of the largest marine logistics chains on the West Coast. Rachel here, her dad’s firm handles half the city’s REITs. Logan? He’s practically Napa’s prince."

He leaned in slightly.

"And then there’s you," he said softly. "The man of nothingness."

Jas said nothing, as he simply stared at the fool in front of him.

"I just think," William continued smugly, "it’s important to rember your place, even if you’re dressed like you belong."

Jas slowly rose to his feet. He didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t even set down his drink.

But his eyes turned sharp — razor-sharp.

"You’re right," Jas said, with a quiet tone. "Let’s talk about place."

He took a single step forward.

"You were born with everything. You had the head start. The na. The network. The safety net," he said, as he took another step.

"And still, here you are — wasting daddy’s money on overpriced whiskey and hosting parties where the best entertainnt you can afford is trying to pick fights. Are you really that dumb, William?"

Laughter stirred nearby, and William flinched in embarrassnt.

But Jas wasn’t done. He was tired of this little shit coming back and barking up at him about his father’s money, and he wants to destroy him completely, and give himself peace.

"You said this yacht costs nine figures?" Jas asked, voice now cool and bright. "Do you know how many people on this boat are doing ntal math right now, trying to figure out if they can afford one like it? Do you know why I’m not?"

William said nothing.

Jas leaned in just slightly, lowering his voice even further.

"Because I don’t want to buy a yacht, William. I want to buy the fucking shipyard. Also, you keep yapping about the yacht being nine figures but it isn’t yours, is it? You can’t even afford a six-figure car yourself. You’re not all that. Just sit down. Be humble. And stop being a bitch."

Gasps, stifled laughter and a few choked coughs filled the air.

Even Rachel’s eyes widened.

Jas turned casually toward her.

"If you’ll excuse ."

Then he turned and walked away. And Rachel imdiately chased after him.

Behind them, William stood frozen — shattered in front of everyone.