[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-rewind-with-a-superstar-system":3,"chapter-rewind-with-a-superstar-system-rewind-with-a-superstar-system-chapter-137":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Rewind With A Superstar System",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1652179,2117,"Chapter 135: Staff Recruiting (2)","rewind-with-a-superstar-system-chapter-137",137,"\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man smiled shyly at Emily’s words, wiping his hands on a towel slung over his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He understands English, though,\" Emily added quickly. \"And he can speak basic English well enough to get by.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Von focused his attention on the food in front of the man, trying to repeat the name on the man’s tag in his head. Marcello.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the others he had seen today, Marcello didn’t have a special skill via [Inspect]. Before Von could even pick up a fork, the chef gestured proudly at the rich, hearty bowl in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I make for you the Pappardelle with the wild boar ragù,\" Marcello announced with an accent. \"Is-a handmade pasta. I cook the meat slow, very slow. You eat, Capo. You like.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Von took a bite of the dish, his eyes widened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The depth of flavor was unbelievable. The pasta was perfectly al dente, and the meat completely melted on his tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He really loved it. As much as Von hated to admit it, Marcello might actually be a better cook than him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it had to do with the fact that this was his first time having this particular Italian meal, but it was different. And Von loved different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Von looked down at the man’s name tag again, then looked him right in the eye. \"I love your Pappardelle, Marcello. You’re hired.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marcello’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. He raised his hands upwards in gratitude, rattling off a string of rapid-fire praises and \"Thank you, Capo!\" before quickly moving to clean his station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Von turned to the other two chefs, offering them a respectful nod. \"To the rest of you, you’re exceptional at your craft. Better luck somewhere else, thanks for your time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them complained. They had both been well compensated just for showing up and cooking the tasting plates today. They packed up their knives and quietly exited the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Von grabbed another forkful of the pasta and returned to the living room. Emily stayed behind for a few minutes to finish sorting the paperwork and fix a formal start date with Marcello, confirming he would be moving into the Pinecrest compound by the end of the week.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Emily finally walked back into the living room, she picked up a clipboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Up next is your security,\" Emily announced. \"Who will also work as your primary driver.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She walked over to the patio doors and signaled outside. A moment later, two men walked inside the living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were both burly, but one stood out immediately. He had very dark skin and stood at a towering height of over 6’8\".\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest was broad and he wore a plain, oversized black t-shirt and cargo pants, and he had a mean, entirely blank expression on his face that made him look completely unapproachable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other guy, meanwhile, was much more lax with his expressions. He wore a fitted tactical polo that showed off his muscular arms, and he flashed a confident, easygoing smile as he entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t too far behind the giant in terms of being jacked, but he carried himself with a lighter energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Von sat down on the couch and looked at the two respective resume sheets Emily had placed on the glass table, not questioning the men just yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[McKenny Rigg: Ten years of experience. Highly trained in executive protection. Background in private security forces for elite corporate clients. Certified evasive driver with an active concealed carry permit.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Bunny: Ex-military background. Certified chauffeur. Scored high points during the initial vetting phase solely due to his highly intimidating physical presence and flawless driving record.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Von read the second sheet again, pausing as a specific detail stuck out to him. He looked up, his eyes landing on the absolute giant of a man standing in his living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your name is Bunny?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emily laughed softly from her spot. \"Apparently, that’s what he’s called in the industry. Kinda ironic, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t get any reaction from Bunny. The big guy didn’t even smile. He just gave a single nod of confirmation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking tough was not enough for Von to choose them, though. He used [Inspect] quickly, but just like the chefs, none of them possessed a skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, Von was going to have to go his own way in making a choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Von placed his right elbow on the glass coffee table, keeping his posture entirely relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So...\" Von trailed off, looking between the two men. \"Who thinks they can beat me in an arm-wrestling match?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emily looked at Von’s arm resting on the table, and then she looked up at the two massive, burly men standing in front of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She immediately felt a wave of pity towards the two bodyguards who were about to have their egos completely broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fair guy, McKenny, stepped forward first. He flashed an amused smile after seeing Von’s relatively average-sized hand waiting on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McKenny set his massive hand down, gripping Von’s palm. \"I don’t know about this, man. I don’t want to hurt you, but you’re the boss.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just pull,\" Von instructed calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McKenny nodded and applied pressure. He tried to start easy at first, not wanting to slam his potential new employer’s hand through the glass table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Von’s arm didn’t move an inch. It felt like McKenny was trying to push over a bolted steel beam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frowning, McKenny shifted his stance, gritted his teeth, and applied his full strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The veins in the security guard’s neck bulged, his biceps flexed hard against the sleeves of his polo. He pushed with everything he had. But Von was an immovable object.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Von didn’t struggle much. He let the man exhaust himself for a few seconds before applying his own pressure. With a smooth, effortless motion, Von drove McKenny’s arm down, pinning his knuckles firmly to the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McKenny stepped back, his eyes wide in absolute disbelief. He grabbed his own wrist, rubbing it as he stared at the young artist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How...\" McKenny stammered, completely losing his confident composure. \"How did you do that? It’s impossible. Your hand is so small, yet so strong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Next,\" Von called out with a smirk, interrupting the guy before he could spiral into a full existential crisis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bunny stepped forward next. The giant didn’t smile, and he didn’t offer any warnings. He locked his massive, bear-like hand onto Von’s, planted his boots firmly into the floor, and tried his absolute hardest from the very start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the sheer size difference, Von still brought Bunny’s hand down easily, pinning it to the glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the brief match, Von actually noticed something interesting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McKenny, the light-skinned man, was actually a lot stronger physically, despite having a smaller build than the giant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Von released his grip. Bunny stepped back, rolling his massive shoulder once. The giant didn’t look embarrassed in any way. He just returned to his neutral, unapproachable stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Von looked at Bunny, raising an eyebrow. \"Don’t you want to know how I did that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bunny shook his head to a simple no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McKenny, however, didn’t agree with that mindset. He took a step forward, his brow furrowed in frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want to know. Never in my entire career have I witnessed such an abnormality. You can’t just leave us clueless like that. What kind of training do you do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Von smiled faintly. He turned away from McKenny and looked directly at Bunny.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re hired,\" Von told the giant. He then glanced at McKenny. \"I don’t need a guy who asks questions to protect me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>McKenny could only let out a defeated sigh, realizing he had just talked himself out of a highly lucrative job. A few moments later, Emily escorted both men outside to handle Bunny’s paperwork and compensate McKenny for his time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the front door finally clicked shut, the living room fell quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minutes later, Emily returned from the hallway with the third set of applicants in tow. She walked over to the couch, holding a fresh set of folders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, moving on,\" Emily said, looking down at Von. \"These ones here are for your Social Media Manager role.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Von wasn’t focused on her words. He wasn’t looking at the folders, and he wasn’t looking at the two young professionals wearing smart-casual blazers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were completely fixed on one specific face among the group, a face he would have never expected to see standing in his living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Von slowly sat up from the couch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You...! No way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1421,"2026-06-06T12:05:34.314Z",1,"novelbin.me","0cb2bcb4507cd8636f6cfa53c651dd5f79101a9266f58ff1118daa8eee9dc98a","rewind-with-a-superstar-system-chapter-138","rewind-with-a-superstar-system-chapter-136",224,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Frewind-with-a-superstar-system-cover.jpg"]