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Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? An hour.
The wild composure of the once gentle breeze which had metamorphosed into a wild counterpart by time started to dwindle, and so did the mirage of realism which had been supplanted earlier. The echo from the horizon and the calls of the seagulls added something surreal to the feeling at that moment. It felt like Alves was plucked from his original body and was made into a remote version. His eyes ,which keenly observed Akulia who was still on his knees, slowly moved to his body. There seemed to be a twist to the sudden change which had just caught up with him. Everything happened in a close sequence whereby if a mental account of it was not taken, it would seem as though it never happened. "Akulia."There was urgency in Alves' tone when he called at Akulia. And at the mention of the fellow's name, he rose slowly on his feet. Perhaps he would had remained like that, on his knees, if Alves hadn't relieved him. "What's this?"Alves asked, looking down at his own body which had retur
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Your time is about running out."
Alves and Akulia were travelling through the forest which led to the lake. There was no word spoken by either of them. But it was quite obvious that there was a lot going on in Alves' mind. It was scribbled on his face. Akulia didn't for once look at him either. His attention was to the front. Alves was behind, Akulia at the front. Alves couldn't really tell which ought to come first. The prolonged silence went on for a while. And after a while, they cohld see the lake in an eye shot. Alves stopped walking all of a sudden. As though something quite urgent just hit him. Akulia heard the halt and stopped too. "Do you have any concerns?"Akulia asked before Alves could say the words. It was as though, Alves was trying to sort the words and think the thoughts through before making words of them. "What if Grandma suddenly asks of me? What would be your response?"Alves asked with such straight face that could poke a hole in Akulia's mind. Akulia was silent for a while as though he was
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Host's Agitation.
"Why are you prolly against every one other than me? Do you maybe have a bad history with any of them?"Alves was bent on getting to the root of this. "It's a matter of time before the shiny and brilliant light wanes out. It'll be advisable that you use the opportunity, His Eminence."Akulia was not willing to talk about it. Instead, his eyes were glued to the portal which kept crackling electrical currents every second. Alves sighed, looking in the direction of the portal. He knew too well that this fellow wouldn't tell him what he wanted to know, but he had another trick up his sleeve. At least if he didn't get this, he would get the other one. "When you saw Grandma, you were scared. I have never seen you around other people that way. It's either you are mad or not willing to stay. Just like the first day."Alves kept pressing. Akulia turned to face Alves this time. His eyes were stern and tough. It had no string of compassion in it. When he looked away from Alves, he walked towa
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Madam Casper!!!"
Alves had no idea what to make of what had just happened. Perhaps because events came so successively that he didn't know which to hold unto. He looked like a sort of fool who was struggling to lay his hands on multiple things at the same time. At first there were four bulldozers coming his way, and then suddenly a pop up! When the pop up had come, he'd thought that people around him would see it, but it seemed like he was the only one seeing it. Well, he couldn't tell that much, because the two men had only taken quick glances at him. He probably shouldn't read too much meaning to that. But his dilemma was which of the two to bank on first. Which of the two activities to take as a priority. The bulldozers right in from of him or the window pop up hanging right there with him. He was beginning to get ideas finally. The pop up seemingly had nowhere it was going. And as it seemed, he was the only one who could see it. It might be a good thing to take the bulldozers into considerati
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? FIFTEEN DAYS!!!
Alves couldn't remember whether or not he took down the window pop up which had appeared before him earlier ago. That wasn't his bother either. He ran into the express road, turning to his right and left. He could see the bulldozers pulling away from the premises of the Huthi Farmland. He didn't have anything to worry about them. Luckily enough for him, he saw the two men who had been shooed off by Madam. The two men whom he'd been talking to. They were getting into their own car. Alves hurried towards them at once. He figured that he could use their help. "Could you take me to the trillionaire tower. MANGRID?"He asked as soon as he got to them. He didn't have anytime to waste or anything to hide. The intentional he was, the quicker he would get the answer that he wanted. "Oh... it'll be a pleasure."One of the men said with a fat smile seeped in his face. THAT WAS QUITE EASIER THAN I THOUGHT. Alves thought in his mind and sat at the backseat of the car. He was wondering why t
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Villian..."
Alves knew that it was too late to leave. He had brought a great attention to himself. Perhaps if he had thought it through, he wouldn't had found himself in that situation. He took a few seconds to look at his back. The car was still there. He could only wonder. Why are the men still there? If they were scared as they claimed, they should have left. But they remained there. Why? To protect him?Alves couldn't really tell. Perhaps he was beginning to think too much. He couldn't really tell. But then he realised that he didn't have much time. The clicking of the cameras and the blinding lights of the flashes bathed him in illumination. Then came the sudden voice,"What do you have to say about this?"Alves had no choice but look back at his front. To think that he had become so popular over night? It was such a crazy thing to think about. Looking at the front, he was trying to figure out who asked the questions amongst the group. But when he thought he had found the exact onwer of t
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? The Young Man...
The rage which had been fueled by what he had heard, and other things tied to the foul emotions compounded into something more severe, propelling Alves to push the door open and stepped out of the car. "I swear I'm going to kill him on the spot."Alves swore so blatantly that every part of his body stood witness to the weight of the words. Stepping out of the car and taking his first few steps, something which he could never had imagined happened. Even though he had vowed in his heart that he would not be talked out of what he had purposed to do, yet for a second he had a second thought. Villian and the men who had come with him had just bowed to Alves. "What the hell, why are the bowing?"Alves muttered to himself. He didn't really know what to make of this. He just stood there wondering what this matter was. He was beginning to have several ideas but he had no idea which of the ideas to bank on. It just didn't seat well in his mind. After a while of wondering what the hell was
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "He's recruiting men to lock you away..."
"What is happening really? Could you please tell me a full details of it?"The both of them were at the lake where Alves had gone to meet his Grandpa friend not long ago before he travelled to the parallel world. When the fellow had driven Alves in that direction, Alves had thought that the fellow was taking him to meet the old man. Only for him to get there and discover that the old man was nowhere to be found. He did have the peace settled in his mind that he didn't really have to worry about anything at all. All he just had to do was pay attention closely to whatever the fellow had to say.They were seated on two wooden chairs. "Are you comfortable, His Eminence?"That might be the millionth time that the fellow would ask the same question. He just wanted to be sure that His Eminence was comfortable in that position. Alves didn't take offense in answering the question over and over again. But then he knew that if he got asked that question again, he might not answer as lightly
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