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Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? A strange encounter.
Villian pulled the limo over at the front of the AUSTRIX group building. He quickly hurried out of the car to go and get the door for Alves. When he got the door, he bowed,"Boss."But Alves didn't want to come down yet. "Come in, Villian."Alves called. Villian who didn't see that coming was quite surprised. But he didn't let that get the best of him. He climbed into the limo and walked to seat, because he couldn't stand even if he wanted to. "Shut the door."Alves ordered and he did. Villian had no idea what his boss was up to. And he dared not ask questions;Though Villian had just known Alves. Their meeting wasn't even up to a week yet. Yet Villian had learnt the nature of his boss. He had noticed that Alves was a man of few words. And he did love to keep couple things to himself. He couldn't call Alves secretive, neither could he call him talkative. The title for Alves was a term seated on the fence between being secretive and being talkative. "It's obvious now that your in
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? The gate man's son...
At first, when Alves traced the corners of Simeon's face to tell what his reaction was after seeing him, he thought Simeon was surprised. But that didn't seem as the case. While the both them exchanged long stares, Simeon's face suddenly broke into a wild laugh. He didn't even hold back the urge to laugh, knowing that he was in a formal setting. The only thing which was going through his mind was what the Jinx was doing in such an office. He couldn't help but wonder how Alves got an access into the AUSTRIX building let alone walk through the door, into the office of an esteemed individual like Manuel. One of the reasons that Simeon was quite surprised was the fact that, even he wouldn't had been able to enter Austrix, let alone visit Manuel if not for the connection of his mother; not every CEO'S could walk through the door of Austrix let alone come that far. Alves already knew what was going on. "What's so funny, Simeon?"Came a feminine voice from behind Simeon. Simeon stepped
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Mr Jared: Huthi Farmland
"You are not the son of a gateman, are you?"Manuel asked him after a prolonged seconds of silence. "What is that to you? You should stick to business and not beat around the bush."Alves scolded. He hated to think that Manuel was looking down on him. But on the other side, it was natural for Manuel to be surprised. "Forgive my manners."Manuel apologised. Alves had no idea what to make from that apology. Not yet. He had no idea whether or not it was genuine, or Manuel had said it for the sake of formality. Alves had several opinions on the person of Manuel, but he didn't want to jump into conclusions. He had agreed with himself that whatever details he missed about a business partner, he would lift them all from Villian. And now, he would do the only thing that brought him there; business. He watched as Manuel go through some well arranged files which were on his work table. Originally, Alves had thought that a company such as Austrix with great reputation, ought not to have any
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Huthi Farmland: A Concern
Alves followed Manuel quietly till they entered into the large meeting hall. It was so beautifully organised and arranged. Its interior was rich, deep and mature. Not too flashy, not boring. There was a long mahogany table to which several chairs were locked. And occupying these chairs were so many men. Men who were quite old. Alves didn't need to be told that those men were the board members. He walked straight to where he was led to by the lady who had come to get both him and Manuel. As soon as he settled down, all eyes which had been suspended on him since he entered through the door were heaved and supplanted on Manuel. Everyone looked away from him as though he wasn't seated there. All attention on Mr Manuel. Alves could tell by the lot of things and the atmosphere building, off the chills of the air conditioned room, that majority of the men were not on good terms with Manuel. Though Alves had already been filled in on the details by Villian, yet seeing it by himself had
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Visiting the interesting man...
"Madam... Madam..."Simeon entered into the Casper living room, calling out loudly. He wss followed by Laura who was trying to stop him to no avail. There was no Casper in the living room but Gareth who was going through something on his tablet. "Simeon, what's the matter? Why do you seem to be on an edge?"Gareth turned to Simeon, looking from him to Laura who seemed to be another version. "Where is Madam? Is she in her room?""Uhm... I think so ---"Gareth wasn't done with the words when Simeon had walked out of sight, heading straight to Madam's room. Michael walked out from the other hallway which led from his room to the living room. "What's the matter with your brother? Why does he seem restless?"Michael asked, looking from Laura to Gareth. "Of course we are all trying to fall on the good side of Madam, but isn't he becoming sissy lately? Why is he acting as if he has something to lose?"Michael carried on. "He must be restless after the death of grandad. Anything could
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? Two bamboo stalks: The unthinkable!
The limo pulled over at the roadside. Out of the van which had pulled over at its front, jumped out several men dressed in suits. They hurried to the limo and got the door. Manuel stepped out first, followed by Alves. The men bowed to Alves. Manuel did too. Now that Alves was the owner of AUSTRIX, he would get all the honor ascribed to the owner.But then it felt so unreal to him. Manuel was someone whom he held in a high regard. He had read about the achievements of Manuel as well as his unique biography. Some of Manuel's life story inspired him also. And now to think that, the person whom he admired and respected in the field of business management, was bowing to him? It was an occasion which should blow him away. But Alves had trained his heart not to be swayed by things that come and go. All that mattered to Alves at that moment were two things: getting his revenge on Madam, and getting to root of his origin. The men in suit led the way and Alves, with Manuel by his side, foll
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? "Why should I be the odd one?"
Alves was already on his feet. He wasn't paying attention to Manuel and Co who were asking whether or not he was fine. That didn't seem like his main concern. Though he could feel pain writhing in his sides, but he had just experienced something which was very strange. Something which mocked the human sense and the modern mind. Alves was walking briskly towards the two tall stalks again. "Mr Alves, are you sure you are alright? I mean ---"Manuel was doing all he could to get Alves to stop, but Alves had something else going on in his mind. He kept on walking till he was standing in front of the space between the two stalks which had blue smears. NO, THAT CAN'T BE. WAS I NOT IN MY RIGHT MIND? WHAT WAS THAT JUST NOW?He tried to ask himself some of the questions which had even stalking his mind. But no matter how long he waited, he couldn't get any answer to the questions. He knew what the only answer to the questions was. And he was willing to give it another try. "Mr Alves, you
Bro, what! He has a Quintillion? The Jinx
Alves opened his eyes slowly. There was a light pain travelling across his body. He could feel that he was in a lying state. He moved his head slowly to his left. He was wondering where he was. He couldn't possibly still be in the forest. Before he passed out, he remembered that he was hanging down two hugging bamboo stalks. And the present position which he was assuming mocked that memory. "Boss, are you awake?A familiar voice came from his right hand side. He knew who the owner of the voice was. He turned. It was Villian. He wanted to ask Villian where he had been but had a change of mind. "For how long have I been lying here?"He asked, trying to seat up in bed. Villian wanted to help him, but he held up his hand. The pain he felt earlier when he woke up must had been in his head. "Please don't tell me that it's been another two weeks."He hated to think that he had wasted time over and over again. Villain shook his head actively, "Of course not, Boss. You were just sleeping
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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
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"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
