Ansel felt his eyes open slowly, a strange power coursing through his whole body.He felt like he had been reborn. His body felt even more energetic and powerful.Staring at the ceiling, he realized that he was laying on the floor, his back facing the marble floor.Was he knocked out?Ansel couldn't understand what happened, he felt like he had gone unconscious but what caused it?Unable to lay on the ground any longer, he dragged his body up from the cold floor.A virtual screen stared at him, floating on the air like a little TV screen.'What in the world is this?' Ansel thought aloud, his brow knitting together.[Click on absorb to activate]Ansel read the message with a straight face.He still didn't quite understand what the little virtual screen was.Why was it floating in front of him?Unable to believe what he was seeing, he waved his hands in the air, behaving as if he was about to catch the virtual screen.But his hands passed through it and it felt like the screen was untou
Ansel's lips curved up into a smirk.Most of the ancient knowledge that he had always wanted to practice had miraculously merged together with his brain.He didn't even have to open a book to remember the cures and treatments for anything.Suddenly Ansel remembered that he was here for a reason.He needed to get the devil's breath before it was too late.Ansel walked around the shop, his eyes scanning every corner of the shelves.His face lit up like a Christmas tree, a wide grin spreading across his features. "Bingo!" he exclaimed, the excitement evident in his voice. His eyes gleamed with triumph as he spotted the white sack containing the coveted devil’s breath.The devil’s breath was made up of what appeared to be a cluster of purple balls, from which a spooky, smoky substance emanated. The substance was thick and hazy, adding a supernatural quality to the herb.And that was why it was called the devil's breath. It breathed out purple smokes.Ansel approached the devil’s breath wi
The police officers were listening attentively when they saw Ansel walk toward them with an evil grin.Mrs Arlington’s voice was authoritative as she spoke to the officers, her contempt for Ansel evident in her tone. “Arrest him, officers,” she commanded, her facial features twisting into an expression of disdain.Ansel just smiled, he refrained from speaking because he was in a good mood.After all, he had gotten what he came here for."Go on, he can't deny it.""Can we hear from you?" One of the police men walked forward, ignoring Mrs Arlington and directing his question to the show owner.The shop owner went on to explain about what happened and the man nodded as he took down some notes.Then he turned to Ansel, expecting him to defend himself."These three people have spoken against you and they have sworn to be a witness. If you do not want to go to the prison then you need to pay for the broken plate."Ansel watched the policeman as he spoke. He had a straight face and didn't c
The police officers and the Arlington's left in shame after getting a small amount of money from the necklace.The rest of the money went for the compensation of the broken plate.Ansel stood alone, the quiet shop was broken only by the clatter of the shop owner’s broom and dustpan as he went about the task of cleaning up the shattered remnants of the plate. A glimmer of hope sparked in Ansel’s mind as he recalled his newfound “repair” skill. If his memory was correct, he now possessed the ability to fix the broken pieces, potentially undoing the damage.It was among one of the numerous skills that he had unlocked.Ansel thought it would be a good decision to test out his new skill by repairing the broken plate.He just needed to get it right on the first try even though there was evidence of doubt in his heart.He knew that he could still try his luck.The shop owner was about to start sweeping the broken pieces when Ansel said casually."Don't throw them away! I can fix it."The s
"That is impossible""Oh my God, I don't believe this.""It looks as good as new"The crowd that gathered were surprised, they began talking about Ansel.Still trying to believe what they were seeing.A little girl that had come to the shop was amazed, so she walked forward and asked politely."Can I touch it?" With wide, sky-blue eyes and a face as sweet as cotton candy, she was the picture of innocence and cuteness. Her lips curved into the sweetest smile as she asked innocently.Ansel wanted to decline her request but when he remembered that she was just a kid, he smiled and handed it to her.The little girl smiled, she had never seen a thing like that.How could a man repair a broken plate?The little girl was so grateful that she gave Ansel a sweet bow, her head almost touching the ground. “Thank you Uncle!” she said in her super adorable voice. She then handed the plate back, grinning up at him like a puppy.With a huge smile on his face, Ansel patted her on the shoulder. She lo
"Please wait Master" The shop owner called after a moment of silence.He ran to meet Ansel but then the door swung open.A stunning woman strolled into the shop. Her beauty was like something straight out of a fashion magazine, every movement she made exuded a kind of grace and elegance that could have rivaled a movie star. This woman was straight up stunning. Her skin was smooth and perfect, like she was carved by an artist. Ansel followed the shop owner's gaze and it fell on a beautiful redhead woman.Her freckles were perfect, everything about her was perfect.Ansel felt himself swallow a lump down his throat.Meanwhile the shop owner whose real name was Mark, ran to meet the woman.Kowtowing with so much respect that made Ansel wonder who the woman was.Ansel’s gaze followed the mesmerizing woman as she made her way towards him, accompanied by the shop owner. At first Ansel thought he must have been dreaming but no he wasn't, she was indeed walking towards him.Ansel decided t
Ansel left the shop and was now in L's company.He had to attend some business corporations as some companies reached out to L group.Ansel needed to go there to find a suitable company that could partner with their company and bring profits.He strode into the meeting room, wearing the same casual piece of clothing that he wore earlier which consisted of a casual jean and plain top.The meeting room was large, with a long oval table as its centerpiece. Surrounding the table were several chairs, neatly arranged and comfortable-looking.Ansel walked toward a free chair and took a seat, keeping the single piece of paper and a pen on the table.Some of the representatives who were sitting at the table were surprised to see Ansel.They wondered if he had missed his way or gotten lost.This was an important meeting and not a place for beggars.Whispers began to fill the room and Ansel placed an earpiece in his ear.The meeting hadn't started and he decided to wait until everything was sett
"He must be a cleaner, Mac, look at his outfit! I'm sure he must be crazy or something." A man chipped in and the room erupted in laughter.Ansel tried his best to remain calm.Was this how representatives from companies behave? He wanted to hit them in the face but it would be a rash decision.Ansel’s patience had finally worn thin and he spoke up with a seething voice, his temper flaring like a raging fire. “Why do you think I can’t sign a contract with the L Company?” he challenged, his words sharp. “None of you can either, so don’t give me that crap.” Ansel was overly confident and Mac wondered why out of everyone in the room, the good-for-nothing beggar was the most confident.A man who was in his forties face contorted with anger, he stood to his feet and addressed Ansel with a venomous tone. “And you think you’re fit to sign a contract?” he seethed, his eyes blazing with contempt. “What gives you the right to sit at a table with us? Who the hell do you think you are?” He clear