Chapter 53 (The Mortal Multiverse : Liam Raven Harper)

Chapter 53 - Sharingan Upgraded

Liam Pov

It was almost midnight as I entered the apartment and I went straight to my room as an important task was in hand.

Leaning back in my desk chair, the HUD glowed and came alive in my vision.

The day’s events had piled enough weight on my shoulders that I couldn’t let my strength be lacking anymore.

If I wanted to end this case decisively, I needed more mental and physical stats to upgrade my sharingan

“System,” I whispered under my breath, and the HUD shifted, listing my current points.

Stats

Strength : 20

Intelligence : 30

Agility : 21

I used the money left over from Emma 200k to convert into required points

[Shall I make the purchase?] Eve’s voice carried that usual mix of sarcasm as she knew I should have done this long back.

“I’ve been playing this game long enough,” I replied, tightening my grip on the armrest. “If I can’t think faster and hit harder, all the progress wouldn’t matter.”

Eve didn’t argue. Instead, she displayed the menu:

[Strength Potion – Cost: 10 Points – Effect: Permanently increases Strength by +2]

[Intelligence Potion – Cost: 10 Points – Effect: Permanently increases Intelligence by +2]

My current stats blinked in front of me as I took a breath and pressed confirm.

The HUD registered a deduction, points vanishing like water down a drain.

Bottles appeared in the inventory—clear glass vials glowing faintly with blue for intelligence, red for strength.

One by one, I summoned them into reality, the system materializing the potions onto my desk.

The vials hummed faintly, like they weren’t of this world.

I downed the first crimson one and heat surged through me like fire in my veins, muscles tightening as though being re-forged.

My arms flexed involuntarily, veins running thick with renewed power.

By the time I drank the fifth, I felt my chest expand, my breath deeper, my stamina unshakable.

My body still looked the same—lean muscles and athletic—but I could feel it. The raw strength hiding under the skin.

Next, the blue vials. I uncorked the first and swallowed. A rush of clarity hit me so hard I had to shut my eyes a few times.

The world sharpened and every detail in the room—the tick of the clock, the hum of the AC, registered in perfect sequence.

By the time I finished the batch, my mind was an engine at full throttle. Memories didn’t just exist, they layered, categorized themselves neatly, accessible at a thought.

I looked at the stat screen.

Strength: 50

Intelligence: 50

Agility: 21

And then my Sharingan flared I could actually feel the power in my eyes has increased by a huge margin.

I went and looked in the mirror and the single tomoe has evolved and reshaped into two spinning tomoe in each eye.

The world slowed and my perception, sharper than ever, picked apart every flicker of movement.

[At last, Two tomoe achieved.] Eve’s voice had lost its sarcasm for once.

[Congratulations, Liam. Your control over genjutsu has increased along with perception and memory synchronization with your visual cortex optimized.]

I blinked, eyes returning to black. My reflection in the mirror still carried the ghost of the crimson glow.

“This is what I needed to end them” I whispered.

[And don’t forget to hit harder.] Eve finally quipped.

[Now your brain’s a supercomputer and your body’s a weapon. Try not to waste it doing useless stuff]

I smirked at that, flexing my fist once, feeling the effortless strength in my knuckles.

The case had grown into a monster with too many heads but now, I finally had claws sharp enough to cut them all down.

The morning light filtered weakly through the blinds of my room. I hadn’t slept much—my mind had been moving at twice its usual speed since the upgrade, and I wanted to bring those scum down as soon as possible.

I finished my morning routine and wore the suit Emma gifted me and the Rolex watch on my wrist.

I picked up the phone and dialed.

“Cross,” came the groggy voice on the other end, clearly surprised by the early call.

“Drop whatever you’re working on,” I said immediately, tone leaving no room for debate. “I need you and Ruiz at the Manhattan Criminal Courthouse. Now.”

There was a pause. “…What the hell happened?” Cross asked, his voice sharpening.

“I can’t tell you over the phone,” I replied, my words clipped. “But I promise you won’t regret it.”

Another pause, heavier this time. Cross wasn’t just a cop; he was a man who measured people, weighed them silently. He knew my well enough to know that I wasn’t reckless.

“You’re not making this sound like an optional favor,” he muttered.

“This isn’t a favor, both of you will benefit from this and...” My tone was iron. “You and Ruiz are the only ones I’ve worked with and trust. No one else.”

Silence. I could almost hear him rubbing a hand over his face, thinking it through.

Then came his answer, steady and sure.

“…Alright. We’ll be there.”

“Good.” I cut the call before he could ask more questions, my eyes narrowing on the files spread across my desk. The game was almost ready to end, but I needed Cross and Ruiz to take charge when I played the final hand.

I stepped out of my room, coat in hand, and caught the faint clatter of pans from the kitchen.

Emma was there, sleeves rolled up, flipping eggs in the pan like usually does.

She glanced up as I entered.

“Morning,” she said, a small smile curving her lips.

“Breakfast’s almost ready. Sit down, you need to eat before you run off again.”

I shook my head, tightening the tie around my neck.

“Not today. I’ve got something important to take care of.”

Her smile dimmed. She didn’t ask what—it wasn’t her way.

Instead, she studied me for a second, noticing the sharpness in my tone, the weight in my posture.

“So it’s serious,” she said quietly.

“Yeah,” I admitted. “Too serious to linger.”

She let the spatula rest against the pan, her eyes softening. “Then just… promise me one thing.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

“Drive safe.”

For a second, the heaviness pressing on my chest eased. I gave her a faint smile. “I will. Promise.”

She nodded, turning back to the pan, though I caught the way her shoulders tensed ever so slightly.

She understood more than she said.

I slipped out the door, down the hallway, and into the elevator.

When the doors opened, the dim glow of the basement parking lot greeted me.

My bike stood waiting like a shadow made of steel.

I pulled my helmet on and swung into the seat, the engine roaring to life under me.

Eve’s voice chimed softly in my ear, steady and sure.

[You’re ready, Liam]

I tightened my grip on the handlebars. “Yeah. Let’s end this.”

And with a twist of the throttle, I sped into the streets, heading straight for Manhattan Criminal Courthouse.

The End