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Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "You'd wish you never was born..."
Alves was not really bothered by their appearances. He just couldn't quite tell how they had found him. He didn't remember telling anyone close to the two boys that he would back to Grimming Hills today. Did they even know that he had been away since forever? Why should they even know?While he was pruning the thoughts, his gaze fell on the lad who was still lying on the floor. OH, WHY I WAS WONDERING FOR A WHILE?He seemed to had finally come to a conclusion of who really might have led the two sons of Madam Casper to him. "Is he dead or something?"Michael asked as soon as his attention went to the lad who was lying on the floor. "There's only way to find out."Simeon walked to the lad who was on the floor. The lad had stopped snoring so it was quite hard to tell, and his face and chest were to the cold floor. Simeon raised one of his legs to kick the lad in the side,"I'm sure your brain is working. And you would think twice before you do that."Alves suddenly snapped at Simeo
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "The hotel is yours..."
"When you walked in, you pushed him out of the way. You didn't think I actually forgot about that, did you?"Alves carried on. And immediately, the two men spun around. This time, it wasn't only Simeon that was enraged, Michael too was making little to no effort hiding his rage. He didn't seem to care anymore. He didn't look like he had the luxury of time to hold his rage in. "At least if you have no idea what manners are. If you have lived all your lives mistaking cowardice for manners, it is about time your learnt something new. Purge yourself of the weird approaches."Alves took a pause. He knew that he didn't have the time for things like this. There were a couple things on his list, very important things for that matter. And none of these things included having a fight with the sons of Madam Casper. But perhaps because of the ugly memories he had shared with them, and the haughtiness which further glorified their personalities, he wouldn't mind letting his rage pace his Ken for
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? A Twist
Alves was standing at the front of the hotel. He had just turned to look at the name of the hotel. There was an indication and tag imprinted in the top of the protruding part of the building. It read, Eagle's Crest Hotel and Suite.Alves couldn't believe his eyes at first glance. He blinked his eyes to be sure that he was seeing right. When he discovered that he was in his right mind, he pushed his head to the side. "Eagles Crest."He muttered. It was obvious that he was still having a hard time believing what he had just seen. "This Hotel?"He kept on pruning the thoughts like a gardener. There was a certain memory surfacing. And he looked to want to hold unto the memory for a while. His eyes and attention were spent on the inscription in the building. Then the memory which had suddenly been picked started to sketch a brighter picture in his mind. About three years ago, he had traced someone to this hotel. He had meant to walk through the door and confirm where the person he was
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? A Turn.
"Freeze. Your hand in the air.""Right now, you freak!!!"Men in black with guns drawn had encircled Alves, ordering and yelling at him. Alves didn't know what to do yet. He didn't know what to think. He was trying to process the thoughts. Perhaps he was missing something which he never had anticipated. Alves started looking from one side to the other. He was turning. "You better don't think of doing anything dumb...""If we have to tell you again, you'll be shot and gunned down at the spot..."The men kept yelling orders, threatening and warning him. Alves didn't know what to do yet or what to make of it. But he was trying to reach something. He shut his eyes while in the midst of the noise and orders. He was trying to reach at his Ri. He wanted to be sure about something. He wanted to make sure that he was not overthinking things. At a point, he was starting to think that this might have to do with what Akulia warned him about before he left the parallel world. Just like the sa
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "The real spy"
"Tell me about the plot of the government."Alves started, taking a glance at the fellow who was seated opposite him. The man couldn't look up at him. The courage was not there. He looked to still be leeching off the incident that happened about some minutes ago. But immediately Alves asked the question, his head was up. But he couldn't look Alves in the eyes. Alves didn't quite care. He just wanted the fellow to tell him what he wanted to hear. "The Prime Minister is looking into all the investments of the mysterious trillionaire. The owner of the MANGRID tower."The young man said then took a pause. Alves couldn't quite tell if the man had taken the pause because he had something else coming. But it didn't seem so at all. Or perhaps Alves was thinking too much. "The investments of the mystery man?"Alves wanted to be sure that he heard the words perfectly. The young man nodded his head fiercely. There was a sudden light reaching at the corners of his face. It was as though he wa
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Her bouncer...
Alves halted at the front of the big gate of the Casper Mansion. There were memories streaming at that moment. He could remember a couple things even while he was not making an effort to reach that deep and annoying part of his memories. He shut his eyes for a while. He could remember about few months ago. He was standing at the same spot. On this same spot. Being drenched to pool by the rain after he had been thrown out of the mansion. Before the call which changed his narrative came in. He couldn't help but think of possibilities of events if that particular call didn't hit his phone at that particular time. The thoughts of these things did nothing but dig the hideous grudges which he had held against Madam Casper. Of course he haven't settled with his inner man yet about it. He didn't think he could ever settle. He knew deep down that he wouldn't stop until he had made the woman pay for everything which she had put him through. He had a couple ways to make that come to pass. Ev
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? YOU GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME
"What the hell was that?"The bouncer was all over Alves' face, as he held unto Alves' neck in such a ruthless grasp. And while Alves was still thinking of what to do,WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?Alves heard his Ri drop in his head. He could tell that much that it was his Ri. He was acquainted with the voice and that was not the problem at that moment. There seemed to be more to the confusion. He understood what the Ri was telling him to do; the Ri was encouraging and advising him to deny ever knowing what the bouncer was talking about. Even though he had no idea what his Ri was up to, yet he didn't want to argue with it yet. One thing which he knew for sure was the fact that the Ri would never push him into such a nightmare that he wouldn't be able to help himself from. Alves put one of his hands on the back of the hand of the bouncer; the hand which was putting pressure on his neck. He didn't have to put much pressure on it, because the hand of the bouncer slowly left his neck.
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Who's tired of peace?!"
The gate man had turned to the bouncer now. Alves had to move his gaze from the gate man to the bouncer. He was waiting patiently for what the gate man would do or say. "Well..."The bouncer who was bold and upfront earlier seemed to had lost the drive as he stuttered,"I mean, we saw the gate bend. Didn't we? He walked right through it..."The bouncer seemed to had been pushed into a hall divided into labyrinth. The hall being his state of mind, and finding his way out of the whole situation seemed like a mirage to him at that moment. THEY CAN'T SEE HIM? OH MY GOD! THEY REALLY CAN'T SEE HIM?Alves' eyes held that much ray to the pupils again. He couldn't believe his eyes and the reality which had just dawned on him. I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN SEE THE RI? THAT IS JUST TOO...Alves decided not to prolong the thought. I NEED TO DO SOMETHING QUICKLY BEFORE THINGS GO OUT OF HAND. But at that moment, he wasn't sure of what to do either. He needed to talk to the Ri, but he didn't know h
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"Hi! I'm the anonymous!"
News began to spread across Grimmings about the mystery of the newly discovered Dragon King and mysterious Trillionaire. The news started as still and random as the flowing breeze, until there was a twist which made it hostile, raging like a ferocious wind across Grimming Hills. "That can't be true." Someone said to the people who surrounded him. "The dragon King? He is who?" The same person carried on the argument. "You were not listening?! I said that he was the same person as the son-in-law of the Casper mansion!" The lady who was the centre of attention, said. "What!" Almost everyone who was encircled in that group exclaimed at the discovery. "How is that even possible? It does not make any sense." Someone argued passionately. "That was the same thing I thought in the first place, but for no reason, things started to play out." "But we only just discovered that the dragon King is alive. It hadn't even been more than twenty minutes ago since the press meeting ended! How coul
"Alves?!"
Inside the Casper mansion, there were a couple of people gathered in the living room. They all had their eyes glued to the screen of the TV. Their facial reactions emphasised how absorbed and engulfed they were by whatever was going on on the screen. "Why does it feel like I'll die of curiosity?" Michael muttered, almost falling off his seat. "My heart will be ripped open." Simeon had few of his fingers over his lips in anticipation. "I can't breathe." Their sister was trying to divide her attention between not looking and looking. Madam Casper was seated in her special chair, staring sternly at the screen. Her gaze was locked in as though she would be paid handsomely for the attention squandered. No, invested!On the screen of the TV, there was an explosion at the entrance of the media train, and everyone was waiting, watching with their hearts in their mouths. A man dressed in an entire that wasn't typical of the modern era walked into the media train. There was a black mask on
"I present to you..."
The Prime Minister walked briskly into the media train. There were all several screens set up. As soon as he stepped into the designated area, all the cameras and lightening whirred in his direction. His face was supplanted in the chain of screens, which looked like a cinema. There was hardly anyone on the media train. The cameras seemed to have the mind of their own, zooming in at intervals on the face and other parts of the Prime Minsiter. "Now you are live." A robotic voice said in the train. The Prime Minister took two steps forward into the stream of limelight. "I'm sure that everyone knows who I am." He started. "I am the Prime Minister of this great country, Grimming Hills." He continued. "There has been a lot happening in this country ever since I assumed the position. Though most of them have been significant changes and growth in the economic sector of the country, some of them have been a little concerning." "At least, so it started in the past few months until recen
"That's if it was a human."
Alves was waiting patiently for the arrival of the Prime Minister. No matter how much he tried to dissuade himself from worrying about the punk who had claimed to have his full picture, he just couldn't get the thoughts off his head. He got up from the couch and walked towards the door again. "When did the media get here? I mean, it hasn't even been a minute since the news was broadcast. How could they have arrived here in such a sort space of time?" He murmured, looking through the door. He walked out of the door and headed towards the gate. He was in the compound of the tower. No matter how zealous and intentional the media personnel were, they could never break in. "We are here to meet with the mystery man!" A voice called from outside the compound. "Please, we would love to have a word with you, sir.""Please come answer some of our questions." "We know you are in..."Alves could hear the people calling at him. Leaving the compound premises wouldn't be much of a hassle for h
The Dragon King.
The flaps of giant wings preceeded the wave of wild wind, which swept across Huthi Farmland. The dragon descended at the front of the two bamboo stalks which served as the portal to the parallel world. "What the hell?" Alves was reluctant to climb down from the back of the dragon. It had been clouds and clouds when they travelled from the place where they left the Supreme Majesty. To suddenly find himself back at Grimming Hills was something he could never have anticipated. "Why did I find myself here? Why didn't I return to the Kingdom? What happened? Is this the doings of the Supreme Majesty?" The dragon pushed its head forward till it touched touched the earth. Alves climbed down from its back. "Did I really fly from like two worlds to Huthi under an hour?" He heard the wings of the dragon flap. The Supreme Majesty had told him that the dragon was his spiritual pet. He still didn't know what that really meant. The dragon lifted itself from the earth, and off it flew, as
"Your Spiritual Pet."
"What is sleep?"The Supreme Majesty asked again, waking Alves from his sleep. Alves sat up suddenly. He looked around him. It was as though he was making an effort to understand what was happening."What causes sleep?"The question came again, and he looked in the direction of the voice. Seeing the Supreme Majesty, he looked around him again. He was in a strange area. Clouds surrounded the both of them, yet the earth was rocky beneath him. He slowly got up on his feet. The Supreme Majesty had his back to him. Alves took careful steps towards the divine creature. "Where am I?""Where are we?"Alves asked intermittently. "What is this place?"When he looked to his front again, the Supreme Majesty was no longer there. Alves was neither surprised nor flustered. He had grown to acknowledge wonders like that. "Do not play the word game, Son."The voice came from behind him this time. He turned to look. "Why do you keep asking me what causes sleep? And what does sleep mean?"Alves arg
"...I'll do it. It's why I'm here..."
Warm hands were wrapped around his arm as he was led towards the lake. He couldn't make them stop. He didn't want to. They led him into the water. He took a few steps, pushing the water with his knees. That was how much he had been gobbled up by depth of that part of the lake. When he looked down to see, he could see the depth of the lake so plainly and clearly. The lake was crystal clear. The base of the lake was fine. No stone, no speckle. Just pure white sand. He looked to the front and couldn't find any sort of creature in the lake. No fish, no matter how small. Not even a fingerling. When warm palms glid down his arms and chest, that was when he was knocked back to the reality, which was quickening and pacing. The ladies were rubbing his arms and chest. They were scooping water and washing him. He wanted to argue with them, but then he recalled that it was the man from the hall who must have given them the guts to do that. He decided to go along with whatever they had in mi
The Emerald Prince.
"What causes sleep?"A voice zoomed to Alves as soon his eyes opened. He sat up and looked around him. At first, he didn't see who was talking, but when he looked again, there was an old but lanky man standing not far from him. The man had white flowing beards, which were in knots. His hair was snowy white with strands of blacks. "Do you have an idea, dear son?"The man turned away from him and walked towards something that looked like a throne. A shiny throne carved out of red gold. Alves had never seen anything of such elegance and beauty. The sight alone was breathtaking. HE JUST CALLED ME SON?Though Alves' mind was busy admiring the qualities and beauty of the Palace, he didn't trade the important details. Alves watched the old yet young man settle into the thrown. He quickly looked around him if there was any other person in the Palace. There was no one in sight. His only company was the strange old man. DID THOSE WINGED CREATURES BRING ME HERE? IS HE THE SUPREME MAJESTY? MY
Fragrances
"I'll kill you! You are dead!!!"Alves yelled as he kept falling and falling till THUD, his body hit the hot and thick surface of the body of lava. "Oh Lord. Oh God. I'm dead."He started to fight his way, trying to do whatever he could to get out of the thick and sticky body of liquid. "Do something you fucking, Ri. Fucking do something! Where is the hidden weapon I would be able to use in a difficult time?"In the middle of his bickers and yelling, something quite strange hit him. "Huh?"For a moment, he stopped fighting and kicking. "Wait a minute."He pulled one of his hands out of the thick liquid. "What's happening?"He turned the sticky hand to this side and that side. "Nothing is happening. No pain? No scar? No heat?"He couldn't believe his eyes. He tried to move his body in the lava. He turned around and saw how fiery and scary the lava seemed from distance. Moving to this side and that, he felt no pain. It felt like he was drowning in mud. Instead of a lava. "Is thi
