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Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Raving hearts.
"What the fuck exactly is happening?""I mean I can't wrap my head around it.""This really has got to be a sort of sitcom or something.""Or perhaps someone is using all of you to catch a sort of cruise... or a prank?"The silence which had been suddenly crushed and beaten to pulp by the sequence of argument miraculously found its old form again, clothing and draping the living room in its best fashion. Each person who would stare into the nothingness, now pick anyone, whom his mind dim fit, in his gaze. The coldness slowly graduated into a chilly warmth. "He is not our legal father?"Gareth smeared the silence again, ripping it open to let every form of sound intrude. "Legal father? Since when did that become a thing?"Michael carried on almost immediately. "Does that mean that somehow Gareth is still my brother?""Will you just shut up and let me think?"Simoen snapped at Laura all of a sudden. He looked a little bit irritated. Yet he wasn't done with whatever he had in mind.
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Court - Bounce Back
The court room was unusually teeming with audience. After a while everyone had settled down, the judge walked in. The jury was a distance away to the left-side of the given space. Everyone had their eyes on the judge. She seemed to be busy with something as she had her attention spent on something which was on the table. The formal burden all rested on her shoulder. There was no one by her right nor left to help her make decision. Save the jury who was in her eyeshot. But then when she pushed up her head, it was as though she already had her way around this even though it hadn't started yet. "The attorney representing the Plaintiff can supplant her argument."The judge called and a tall beautiful lady got up on her feet. She was dressed formally yet with the touch of elegance. She looked to her side. There was Simeon seated there. Simeon nodded at her and then a gentle smile ran across her face. The unspoken transaction which had just happened between the both of them gave severa
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "I was Dead Drunk"
"That bitch! That fucking bitch! I want to beat the hell out of her. I want to pluck all her teeth."Simeon paused for a while and scoffed. "She was even laughing. She laughed at me. She smiled. She must think that she has everything figured out. She must really think herself to be untouchable. She must really feel like nothing can get to her since she is ---""Simeon can you stop acting childishly?!"Michael cut him short. Micheal held a stern stare at him, scolding him with his gaze even though his mouth was reluctant to let the words out. "Am I childish? Am I really childish? Getting pissed off and worried that that bitch might go unpunished is acting childish to you, really? I'm childish right?""Yes you are!"A bold feminine voice threw his argument right in his face. Everyone looked in the direction of the owner of the voice. It was Simeon's lawyer. The lady who had represented them in the court. "If you weren't my boyfriend, I would had dropped this case. How dare you think
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "His Highness, we found you."
"I don't think those boys would be able to beat Sarah on this case. She seemed to be prepared for everything that comes her way. And to think of it, Simeon had taken a wrong step by giving her a hint. The next court case would be too tough for them. It would seem like pouring water in a basket."Villian took a pause, he took a glance at Alves who had been silent all along. The both of them were seated in a garden. On a wooden bench. There was a blue lake few metres away from the bench. "Boss?"Villian wanted to make sure that he wasn't speaking into the air. That everything he had said hadn't been blown into the air and carried away by the travelling wind. Alves slowly shifted his gaze to Villian and stared at him for a while. When Villian noticed that he was staring too long, he dropped his gaze. He couldn't keep looking his boss in the eyes. Alves looked away from him to the lake again. It was quite hard to tell what was going on in his mind. He had been quiet like that for a lon
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? His True Identity.
Alves had no idea of what to think. He just kept staring at the men who had bowed before him. It was as though he was in trance of some sort. He closed his eyes then opened. He did that for as many times as possible. He shook his head. The more he tried to confirm the situation, the remote the realisation seemed to be. He couldn't even count the numbers of the men. Perhaps he was lazy or perhaps he was too bothered by the situation than doing an unnecessary mathematics. The men didn't put up their heads yet. They remained in that position. They were reluctant to get up on their feet. They didn't even budge. They were like robots who were bound and confined to carrying out their respective duties. Alves really didn't know what to make of this. He had just left Villian to go meet his confidant and the get the information that would finalise everything for him. And now what? Double crossed by strange men in robes?THEY DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT ME? SARAH DIDN'T SEND THEM?It was only natur
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? The ALUWA
"Boss where did you go? Where have you been? Are you alright? I found your car in the middle of the road. I had sent words out to men, to make a search for you. I told you not to go on your own. Did anything bad happen to you?"Villian met him with so many questions. Alves had just arrived at the front of the large gate of the MANGRID tower. There were numerous henchmen positioned at the front of the gate. They had all bowed as soon as they saw Alves return. Alves remained standing there for a while as he looked from Villian to the men. His eyes were ambiguous. They couldn't quite reflect what was going on in his mind. But from the look of things, it was obvious that his mind was busy. As soon as he plucked his eyes from Villian, he approached the gate, leaving Villian standing there. Villian knew too well to carry on the argument. Instead he hurried to get the gate for Alves. Alves walked through the gate into the super large compound of the tower. He kept on walking in the direct
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "His Eminence is Wise."
Alves couldn't choose what to do. All he could do wa stare at the old man who had bowed and was still in that humble position before him. He knew he should do something. Anything, at least to ease the old man of the uncomfortable position. Yet he couldn't help himself.From his facial expression, it was evident that he had so many questions which had been inspired by the shock. He would never had expected something like. He had come here for something entirely different. The fact that he had to go from one phase of confusion to another was a little too much for him to process. Suddenly, he got a grip on himself and hurried to the man to help him up. "What are you doing? Are you trying to lay a curse on me? How would you bow before me? What would people think if they catch a sight of this?"He scolded as he helped the man return to his seat, but the man was reluctant to go back to his seat. "Allow me to remain kneeling before you, His Eminence. I have wronged you, and can't look y
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Her dream.
Driving for a while, he came to a stop at a silent garden and pulled over. He stepped out of the car and walked a length into the garden. Lucky enough for him, there was no one in sight. "Should I keep taking this as a lie?"He muttered the question, staring into the space. "Why does everything keeps pointing in the same direction?"He took a deep breath. "First, it was those weird unclear dreams I used to have when I was young.""A decade later, then I was double crossed by some weird men in black robes who claimed that I am their king.""Then I was warned to be careful of Villian... that he isn't who he seems to be.""Then I found a possible link to the men in robes.""Out of curiosity, and in search of the truth, I hurried to go meet Grandpa's only friend. To ask him if he did the highlights or was told any strange story by grandpa. Only to find out that even the man was part of the story all along."He threw his face towards the sky, letting the fresh air hit on and tickle the
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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
- Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?
"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
- Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?
"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
- Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?
"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
- Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?
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
- Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?
"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
- Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?
"...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
- Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?
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
- Bro, what! He has a Quintillion?
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
