Upon entering the house, Jeremy spotted his mother sitting on the living room couch, her gaze fixed on a piece of paper in astonishment. A mischievous grin formed on his face, but he quickly composed himself, adopting a poker face before greeting his mother, who seemed too engrossed in her thoughts to notice that she had left the front door open. "Hey, son, how was your day?" She inquired, approaching hi. with open arms for a warm embrace, which he eagerly reciprocated. "Uninteresting as usual," Jeremy mumbled, not wanting to burden his mother with the details of his own eventful day. "How many times do I need to remind you to stay optimistic?" his mom playfully scolded, a frown appearing on her face as she affectionately pinched Jeremy's cheek. She then retreated to the couch, taking the paper with her. Curiosity piqued, Jeremy couldn't resist asking, "What's written in there?" He uttered, feigning ignorance. "I don't know," his mother replied, a mixture of surprise and fear fl
"You want me to delve into the intricate details of your late father's transactions?" Jessica spoke, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.She sat in her 360-wheeled chair, maneuvering through the cluttered office, holding numerous documents in her hands.Jeremy nodded, his eyes fixed on Jessica. "Yes, I need a thorough and comprehensive investigation. I want to understand every aspect of the deals he made." His voice carried a sense of determination, his gaze unwavering.Jessica let out an exasperated sigh, shaking her head in mock frustration."Sheesh! Your requests always manage to give me the chills. Normally, I would refuse such a task, as it goes against the principles of respecting people's privacy, even in death. But considering the circumstances and the fact that you are his only son, I'll make an exception and assist in uncovering the truth." Her tone softened, revealing her underlying empathy.Jeremy's gratitude was evident as he replied, "Thank yo
Jessica sat in stunned silence, her eyes fixated on the name that appeared on her laptop screen. It sent chills down her spine and made her heart race. "Blackthorn!" she exclaimed inwardly, her mind reeling with questions. "How is Blackthorn involved in this? I thought he was nothing more than a legend, a mythical figure from a bygone era. How could he possibly have any connection to Jeremy's parents?" She felt a sense of urgency to inform the guild master about this shocking revelation, but before doing so, she knew she had to share this information with Jeremy. With trembling hands, she navigated her mouse to the share button, her fingers hovering over it momentarily before clicking. She scrolled through her contacts, searching for Jeremy's name, and soon found it. However, just as she was about to send the message, she hesitated. "Wait," she thought, her mind racing with doubts. "I need to double-check the information. I can't afford to send Jeremy something that might cau
Jeremy stood there, utterly at a loss for words, his mind swirling in a tempest of confusion and disbelief. The scene unfolded before him like a surreal nightmare, and he felt as if he were caught in its grasp. His heart raced as he processed the gravity of the situation, standing bewildered and speechless as the imposing figure of James Detroit loomed before him. "Is this your son?" James Detroit asked, his brow arching above the dark sunglasses he wore. Slowly, he removed them, revealing eyes that seemed to pierce through Jeremy's very soul. The intensity of the moment made it impossible for Jeremy to look away. "Yes, she is my mother," Jeremy replied, stepping in to save his mother from the stress of having to respond. It was an unintentional interruption, but one he felt was necessary given the circumstances. He could sense the weight of the situation, and he knew that every word mattered. Thoughts raced through Jeremy's mind, each one more frantic than the last. Here
“Jeremy? Are you there?” Jessica's voice broke through the tumult of his thoughts, her tone laced with genuine concern. “Yeah, it’s me. I need your help. It’s urgent,” he replied, his voice emerging steadier than he felt inside. The weight of his current predicament pressed heavily upon him, and he knew he needed Jessica's insight more than ever.“What’s going on?” she inquired, a rhythm of anxiety manifesting itself in the way she drummed her fingers on her desk. Jeremy recognized this habit; it was a telltale sign that Jessica was feeling nervous.“Jeremy?” Jessica's voice cut through the haze of his thoughts again, pulling him back to the present. “Are you still there?”“Yeah, I’m here,” he responded, though it was evident to anyone listening that his focus was slipping away once more. “Jeremy, are you listening?” Jessica pressed, her intuition picking up on the shift in his demeanor and the delay in his responses. She could sense that something wasn’t quite right.“Yeah, I need
“But that’s a story for another day,” Burke began, his tone shifting to one of self-importance. “I am now a guild master, but not of any ordinary guild; I lead a secret organization that I founded eight years ago. We operate in the shadows, stark enemies of every guild out there, but that’s simply because we are fundamentally different.”He leaned in closer, his voice low and conspiratorial. “We possess the most banned techniques and pills, illegal cultivation methods, and an arsenal of knowledge that makes the guilds tremble in fear. Our methods are not just unconventional; they are revolutionary, and they unsettle the very foundations of the established order.”Jeremy felt a chill run down his spine at the implications of Burke’s words. “I am here to recruit you, Jeremy. To be honest with you, we are not good people. We do the dirty work for guilds and politicians, raid dungeons without permits, or we hunt for national treasures and artifacts illegally. There is so much more that a
[A new quest: Discover the truth about your past]The system's interface suddenly materialized before Jeremy, pulling him from the trance into which he had fallen. The rush of information and emotions swirled around him, a whirlwind of thoughts that threatened to overwhelm his senses. The gravity of Burke’s offer weighed heavily on his mind, mingling with the swirling doubts and questions that threatened to consume him. Could he truly trust his uncle? Was this dagger a gift or a curse? And what secrets lay hidden in the name "Blackthorn"? Each question echoed in his mind like a distant thunderclap, urging him to seek answers.With the newfound determination coursing through him, Jeremy took a deep breath, grounding himself. He was longer just a passive participant in the unfolding drama of his life; he was a player on the board, and the pieces were beginning to align. The road was fraught with danger and uncertainty, but he would not shy away from the quest for his own truth.As h
[Dimensional key] His expression hardened, filled with fierce determination, while the wind rustled against his unbuttoned T-shirt, which he wore over a black vest.“Let’s go!” he growled, a cold blue aura emanating from his body as he spoke, a manifestation of the resolve that surged within him.However, he halted in his tracks when he noticed an old man sitting across the street on a weather-beaten bench, the road acting as a bridge between their worlds. The man’s clothing was tattered and his visage haggard, giving him an air of suspicion that made Jeremy instinctively cautious.“Oh? Isn’t this the man I saw after clearing that unknown quest?” Jeremy mused, his eyes narrowing as he locked onto the old man’s gaze. Memories of their previous encounter flooded back, igniting a sense of intrigue within him.“Well, well, well, I thought I was the only Nightcrawler here,” the old man grinned, a peculiar gleam in his eyes. As he spoke, the veins in his temple and forehead pulsed, sugges