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All Chapters of The return of mighty-E and the trillionaire system.: Chapter 11
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Upgrading skill.
Ethan wakes up earlier than usual. He quietly tends to the house and prepares breakfast. He glances at the clock and realizes he has an hour before the others will awaken. As he plates the food, he can't help but enjoy this clandestine role. He observes people's true selves by pretending to be nothing more than a humble servant. He hums a tune while setting the table. Contemplating what it would be like if he reveals his true identity as the mighty-E from the very beginning. They might beg for forgiveness, claiming they don't mean any harm, while they are wolves in sheep's clothing. Just as he is lost in thought, he hears hurried footsteps descending the stairs. Startled, he turns to see Mr. Desmond. "Good morning," Ethan greets with a bow. "Keep it," Mr. Desmond replies curtly, snatching the remote control and turning on the TV. The screen displays a news headline that reads, "Generous Benefactor anonymous mighty-E Gifts $30,000 to Every Citizen, Inspiring Unity and Hope
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The Secret organization
The loud banging on the door jolts Ethan awake, and his bleary eyes land on the clock – already past nine.He knows he's in for some scolding as he opens the door, and there stands Ariana."Hope nothing's wrong; you woke up late," she says, her eyes filled with concern."I'm okay, just tired," Ethan replies, and Ariana nods.She turns to leave but abruptly halts, casting an assessing glance up and down Ethan before turning back, leaving him puzzled.Realizing he is late, Ethan rushes to the kitchen to prepare breakfast."What! Where is Ethan?" Mrs. Desmond's voice echoes through the house, reaching the kitchen. The impending facepalm moment has arrived. He hurriedly approaches her."I'm sorry, I woke up late," he mumbles, bowing his head.Then, Mr. Desmond enters, and his wife envelops him in a hug."Where were you all night?" she asks while helping him with his suit."Just had an urgent and serious meeting," he replies, moving further into the room."Good morning, sir," Ethan greets
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Ethan desperate bargains.
As the old counts, "1...2...".Ethan finds himself on his knees, desperation in his voice, "Please, I'm just curious. I see them carrying something out of a van," he explains anxiously.The old man can't help but laugh."And you want me to believe that? You're here as a driver, yet you won't stay in your place," he scoffs."Anyway, you've seen what you shouldn't have, and for that, you'll have to pay with your life," he declares, signaling to the armed man to proceed with the grim task.But Ethan pleads earnestly, "Please, I'll do anything. Anything you want."His sincerity is evident.The old man leans forward, a wicked grin on his face."You'll do anything?" he inquires, raising an eyebrow.Ethan nods vigorously, desperation in his eyes. "Yes, yes, I will," he affirms.The old man exchanges whispers with the person beside him, their eyes locked in a sinister understanding."Alright, I'll give you a chance," he relents.Ethan sniffs in relief, "Thank you. I'll do anything," he repea
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Hectic journey to China
Ethan sits back in startled disbelief. "Master?" he wonders.Money certainly has the power to change situations dramatically.He decides, "I'm going to add more for you if you put away all the guns and return the people's belongings.""We will do that, Master!" they eagerly agree. They immediately return the stolen items to the passengers, who are bewildered by the man dressed in rags with such influence.Ethan continues, "I'll make another transfer to you, but... I'm sorry, I can't be your master."They drop back to their knees, pleading, "Please, we'll serve you."The leader speaks up, revealing their desperate circumstances, "It's not that we're doing this because we want to. We have to survive. We're just a group of thugs with no leader and nowhere to sleep. You see that gun? We borrowed it.""Oh, I understand. Get up," Ethan says, and they rise to their feet."I can't be your master, but you can work for me from time to time. Give me your contact information," he offers, and they
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The hot auction with Lord Chua
Ethan's heavy eyelids reluctantly open, a dull ringing in his head. His surroundings slowly come into focus as he blinks away the blur. He finds himself bound to a steel chair, his hands securely tied behind his back. Sandra and the bar-lady are similarly restrained nearby. "You're awake. Your little plan isn't quite working out this time," Sandra remarks, disappointment etched on her face. Ethan nods, realizing that his strategy is failing miserably. They're in an unfamiliar place, far from help. As the three captors come into view, one of them brandishes a phone, gesturing for the bar-lady to translate. She relays their message, "They're asking for the phone's password. They say they'll let us go if you give it to them." Ethan scoffs, knowing that revealing the password isn't an option. They converse again, and the translator relays, "They're giving us a chance before the guns arrive." Ethan, defiant, responds firmly, "Tell them to go to hell." The woman gazes at him incred
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You have to die!
As the auction concludes and guests begin to depart, Lord Chua, a tall Chinese man with a sharply defined face, maintains an intense gaze on Ethan. Sandra breaks the silence, asking, "What will we do now?". The others have already left, with Ethan promising to contact them later. He decides to take action, saying, "I will go meet him." Approaching Lord Chua, Ethan extends his hand for a handshake, acknowledging, "Hello, Lord Chua. I know you understand English well. Congratulations." Lord Chua's bodyguards are ready to intervene, but he motions for them to stand down, aware of the onlookers. When he takes Ethan's hand, he unexpectedly squeezes it firmly, causing Ethan to grimace quietly. Leaning in closer to Ethan's ear, he whispers ominously, "I am going to kill you for that," before releasing his grip and heading to his car. Ethan moves swiftly, stopping the closing windshield and making an unexpected offer. "I will buy the girl from you for one trillion." The driver, the bo
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The mysterious boy
Ethan, accustomed to his daily routine, rises early in the morning, takes charge of cooking, and meticulously tidies up the house. On this particular morning, an unusual hush fills the room as they sit down for breakfast. The sole sounds are the clinking of silverware against plates until Mr. Desmond finally breaks the silence."Why the somber atmosphere, everyone?" he inquires. "Well, I have an announcement to make. I'm passing the reins of Des Technology and Engineering to my son, Nick," he declares, causing everyone to straighten up in their seats. Mr. Desmond is the owner of three distinct companies—Des Technology and Engineering, Des Financial Management, and Des Welfare and Growth. The primary one being technology, and he's entrusting it to Nick."Thank you, Father. I promise to take it to new heights, higher than the where the mightiest eagle flies!" Nick proclaims, eliciting laughter from nearly everyone. Ethan, however, can't help but scoff as he stands beside them."Con
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The mysterious ID collection.
"What are you doing there?" he asks the boy, apparently named Derek.Derek, a young adult in his early 20s, sniffs, "We... we are being trafficked.""To where and for what?" he curiously inquires."I... I don't know. We were put in this van, and we don't know where we are going. When the van is about to return, I sneak out and manage to escape.""Where are the others?" he probes further."I told you, I don't know," Derek replies.Something big is clearly happening. He returns to the secret house but doesn't drive the van along to maintain the ruse."Where's the van?" Mr. Rex asks.He bows down, "I'm hijacked by some gunmen, I'm sorry."They burst into laughter, each one of them."Good job. Good thing they don't kill you. There is nothing in the van. We just use it as a distraction.""You use me as a distraction?" he points out, his voice shifting."Yes, and so?" Mr. Desmond responds.He faces Mr. Desmond, determination in his eyes. "I'm not working for you again. I'd rather sleep on t
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The App
"I will like to upgrade my shirt." {Upgrading in process. Processed. Points spent: 200}. Ethan's clothes metamorphose from rags to a sparkling new one. He walks inside the Royal High Hotel, remembering the day he first came here. It was the first time he met Sandra. "I will like to lodge overnight," he says to the receptionist, who is busily jotting something down in the record. When she gazes up, she is the receptionist from the other day. She, at first, startles as she sees him, then becomes even more polite. "Thanks for coming again; I have been looking forward to when you will come again," she says. Ethan nods, "I want the VVIP." "Oh..." she brings out the brochure. The one available now is the "VVVIP." "How much?" he asks. "200 million, sir." "Okay," he initiates the transfer, "and you have been improving… give me your details." She quickly presses her information into her phone, and when Ethan sees it, she nearly screams but controls herself—1 million dollars! She
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Derek becomes mighty-E
To thwart the cunning plans of the elusive Mr. Ben and his organization, Ethan takes action. He calls upon Black Scorpion, putting him into motion with a straightforward mission: trail them, capture them, and recover the stolen ID cards."Sandra, why do you think the system chose me out of all people?" Ethan asks Sandra, curious about his unique role."Because they did you unfairly, and you were about to die. I'd say the system pitied you," Sandra responds.Ethan nods, pondering his recent missions. "The missions the system has given me revolve around me and that secret organization. The main reason, I think, is that I am the only person close to them."Sandra repeatedly nods in agreement. "What baffles me is how this system can provide money and upgrades."Ethan grins mischievously. "Don't try to trace the root of my system before it gives me a mission to smack your face... that is some cool money, you know."Sandra scoffs playfully, and Derek, sitting quietly, wonders what they are
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