William James Moriarty

A world ruled by the nobility... Where the souls of the poor are crushed beneath the feet of those who hold power. A world where a person’s worth is measured not by their humanity, but by the wealth they possess and the authority they command. If you have neither... Your fate is hunger. Homelessness. Fear. Humiliation. A world where dignity is sold... And justice is bought. As for humanity... It died long ago. And at the very heart of that merciless world stood one man... A man who ruled it with an iron grip. William James Moriarty. The sole heir of one of the oldest and most prestigious noble families. At only thirty years old, he had built an economic empire powerful enough to control half the city. Luxurious hotels, elegant restaurants, influential companies... his reach extended into every corner of the nation. To William... Money was power. And power was law. Cold-hearted to a frightening degree. Mysterious beyond comprehension. No one had ever managed to read what lay behind those piercing golden eyes. He saw the poor as nothing more than weak fools who had created their own misery... And for that reason, he had never offered them even the slightest trace of mercy or compassion. Logic... Was the only thing he believed in. As for emotions... He regarded them as a disease that infected the weak and clouded their judgment. He had never fallen in love. Nor had he ever allowed his heart to beat for another. To him... Love was nothing but a waste of precious time. William was fully aware of his own appearance and the overwhelming aura he carried. A single glance from his sharp golden eyes was enough to leave women speechless. Yet their admiration never interested him. His mind belonged only to numbers... Calculations... Strategies... And business negotiations. He spoke very little. He adored silence. Because within silence, he could think... Calculate... And plan every move with flawless precision. His anger... Was exceptionally rare. So rare, in fact, that most people believed he simply could not be angered. But when it happened... He fell silent. He never shouted. Never threatened. Never raised his voice. Instead... His gaze turned terrifyingly cold. The muscles in his jaw tightened. The veins along his neck became visible. And the silence surrounding him became far more frightening than any scream. Then... The unfortunate soul who had crossed his boundaries would disappear. Without a trace. Without anyone knowing how... Or by whose hand. No one dared invade William Moriarty’s personal space. And those foolish enough to do so... Were never given a second chance. Despite his unimaginable wealth... His life had never been free of tragedy. Years ago, the Moriarty mansion was consumed by flames after what was declared to be a gas leak. Every member of the family perished that night. As for the one responsible... Their identity remained unknown. Leaving William... The sole survivor. The final heir to the Moriarty name. A man feared by all. Respected by all. And one whom no one dared stand against. The newspapers often wrote: “The name William James Moriarty will be remembered for centuries... because men like him are never born twice.”

更新 September 23, 2026