Ethan trudged through the dimly lit streets, his worn shoes scraping against the pavement. Another long night as a guard for the wealthy Richardson family had taken its toll. He couldn't wait to get home, collapse onto the couch, and forget the world.
As he turned the corner onto his street, the faint cry of his three-month-old daughter, Emily, pierced the night air. Ethan's heart quickened. Something was off. Sarah, his wife, usually kept Emily calm and quiet. He hastened his pace, keys jingling in his pocket. The one-room apartment complex came into view, and Ethan's anxiety grew. He unlocked the door and pushed it open. "Sarah?" Ethan called out, but only Emily's wails responded. The small apartment was dimly lit, the single window shaded by a tattered curtain. Ethan's gaze swept the room, taking in the messy space. Sarah's belongings were scattered about, but she was nowhere to be seen. Ethan rushed to Emily's crib, lifting her into his arms. She calmed slightly, nuzzling her head into his chest. "Hey, little one, it's okay. Daddy's here," Ethan whispered, trying to soothe her. As he rocked Emily, his eyes drifted to the wooden table. A piece of paper caught his attention – a letter, addressed to him. Ethan's heart sank. He knew that look, that tone. It was the same one Sarah had used when she'd threatened to leave before. With a heavy sigh, Ethan sat down, Emily still in his arms, and began to read: "Ethan, I'm sorry. I just can't do this anymore. I thought we could make it work, but it's too hard. We're struggling, and I don't see a future for us. I've tried to hold on, but I just can't. Please take care of Emily. She deserves better than what we have. Sarah" The words stung, like a slap to the face. Ethan's vision blurred as he read the letter again, hoping to find some hidden message, some glimmer of hope. But there was none. Emily, sensing her father's distress, began to cry once more. Ethan held her close, trying to comfort her, but his own heart was shattering. How could Sarah leave? How could she abandon their daughter, their family? The questions swirled in Ethan's mind as he sat there, numb, with Emily's tears mingling with his own. He and Sarah were college sweethearts. They had met at their first year in college and it was love at first sight. Ethan came from a wealthy and powerful family: The Noah family. Although he was an illegitimate child, he wasn't treated as such.. or so he thought. A year after college graduation, Ethan had gotten a job at Financial Horizon, one of the biggest company in Sterling City. He and Sarah decided to get married, the Noah family didn't support nor oppose his decision.. yet at the wedding ground, the moment the exchange of vows and rings were made, the family announced that Ethan was no longer part of the Noah family. He had reeled in shock. Why was he suddenly disowned? What was his offense? Sarah had assured him it will be alright, and thus they consummated their marriage at a hotel instead. But that wasn't all that happened. Ethan was fired from his job the next day, and his bank account was frozen. His step brothers claimed that all these belonged to the Noah family and thus Ethan shouldn't be allowed access to it. Ethan and Sarah moved to the suburbs area of Sterling City. There, Ethan did his best to get a job at another reputable company, but none approved his request despite his high qualifications. Ethan then had to join a security firm and as a night guard, and sometimes as a bodyguard. A few months later, Sarah had gotten pregnant, and thus Emily was born. Ethan's weekly salary of $480.77 didn't do just to their living expenses. Ethan hadn't given up on getting a new job, he had submitted applications at several companies, but there had been no response whatsoever. Now Sarah has abandoned him, not just him, but their three months old daughter as well. As he stared at the calm face of his sleeping daughter, Ethan's resolve was renewed. "My dear Emily, papa will make sure you get the best in life. I'll do anything and everything to make it possible." Ethan assured his daughter. Sigh! If only one of these companies will accept his application, he would make good of it and make life better for his daughter. 'Well, first things first, I have to find a place for Emily to stay during the day, I'd have to quit the night guard job and focus on being a bodyguard.' Ethan thought to himself. He had to register Sarah at a daycare. But daycares are expensive. Ethan placed Emily back in the cradle, and then used his phone to browse. "The nearest daycare is Kids Haven. Holy Molly! Ethan's eyes almost swirled to the back as he read about the costs of enrolling his child at a daycare. "The cost of daycare enrollment varies greatly depending on factors such as location, age of the child, and type of care. Here are some examples of daycare costs: Infant Care: $2,495 per month for full-time care Preschool: $1,450 per month for full-time care, with an additional $150 curriculum f*e Toddler Care: $285 per week for full-day care, 4-5 days a week Before and After School Care: $140 per week for 5 days a week, with transportation Summer Programs: $225 per week for full-day care It's also worth noting that some daycares charge registration fees, which can range from $50 to $200 per child or family. Additionally, some daycares offer discounts for siblings or referrals. At Kids Haven, parents can make a part-payment of $1,000, or $600 a week.." Ethan didn't read further. He still had about $800 in his savings. And his job tomorrow as a bodyguard will net him about a thousand dollars. Du! Du! Ethan checked his phone and saw it was a message from one of the companies he had applied for. He's been requested to be at the company as soon as possible for an interview. Ethan checked the wall clock and saw it was still a few minutes past seven. He sprinted to the bathroom, took his bath, combed his hair, changed into his suit, picked up Emily and left the apartment, he will register Emily at Kids Haven daycare, then hurry up to the company for the interview. What Ethan didn't know was that there was a lot still store for him on that day.Ethan hailed a cab, carefully securing Emily's car seat before handing her over to the daycare staff at Kids Haven. The registration process had taken longer than expected, but he'd managed to negotiate a partial payment plan. Although he wasn't much of a haggler, but he did try to haggle at the fee he was to pay. In the end, he had to concede to their demand and paid the amount required.He kissed Emily on the cheek and the little girl smiled. Ethan then rushed out of the daycare building, he knew he could not appear late for the interview else he may just lose this opportunity to change his life and that of his daughter. As the cab sped toward Overlord Stocks, Ethan's anxiety grew. This interview could change everything. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself. The cab stopped in front of the sleek, glass-faced Overlord Stocks building. Ethan paid the fare, grabbed his briefcase, and stepped out onto the sidewalk. He still could not believe he was finally going to get an
Ethan's eyelids fluttered open, greeted by darkness. A sheet covered his face, heavy with an unsettling finality. His mind foggy, he lifted the sheet, and a faint hospital scent wafted in. Realization dawned in an instant... Morgue. With a jolt, Ethan sat up, sheet flying off his face. A frightened shriek pierced the air. He spun around, finding a nurse stumbling backward, eyes wide with terror. Ethan reacted on instinct. In one swift motion, he swung his legs over the gurney and scooped up the nurse, cradling her in a princess carry. Her eyes locked onto his, shock and fear mingling. "Y-you're...you're alive," she stammered. Ethan's gaze roved the dimly lit morgue, taking in the rows of cold storage drawers. "How long?" he asked, voice low and rough. The nurse trembled, "Y-you've been here for...for hours. You were pronounced DOA." Ethan's thoughts began to spin as he sought for a solution to what happened to him. He knew he had been involved in an accident and should be
Ethan sat up straight and decided to probe into this so-called companion. "Eminence, huh? Who or what are you?" Ethan asked. "I am an Artificial Intelligence System, you can think of me as your personal assistant. Needless to say, I am not of this world of yours. I have been sent as your aide by the goddess of nature and life, Her Excellency Gaia, thus I am here to help.» the female voice said with no hint of glee in its voice. "And how will you be able to help me?" Ethan questioned the system. In the past he would have been fretting, but now his mind was as calm as the sea. He had already died once, what's the worse that could happen, not like he's afraid of death anyway. «I can grant the Host sets of skills and monetary rewards should host walk in the path of accomplishing his goal.» the system replied.. "Alright. Since you said you're a system and I'm the host, can you show me my stats?" Ethan knew about this sort of things, not like he'd been a recluse all his childhood
Ethan woke up to a bright morning, feeling refreshed. He glanced at Emily, sleeping peacefully. "Today's the day," Ethan whispered, determination in his voice. He bathed, dressing in his best attire – a navy blue suit. Next, he gently bathed Emily, who cooed and giggled. "Time for daycare, baby girl," Ethan said, smiling. He hailed a cab. "Kids Haven daycare, please," Ethan instructed. At the daycare, Ethan kissed Emily goodbye. "I'll pick you up soon, okay?" The cab driver nodded. "Wyrmstone Residence, Eldrador Coast," Ethan said. As they drove, Ethan reviewed his plan. Renting an apartment at Wyrmstone would be the first step. Eminence's guidance echoed. "Chain mission: #1: Get a better apartment." The cab stopped in front of Wyrmstone Residence. Ethan paid the fare. "Thanks," Ethan said. Wyrmstone Residence's grandeur awed Ethan. A sleek, modern design. Manicured lawns. Ethan took a deep breath. Time to secure his new life. Ethan strolled into the lobby, his con
Ethan and Manager Stevens walked out of Villa C, the warm sunlight casting a glow on the perfectly manicured lawns. "Thank you, Manager Stevens," Ethan said, shaking hands. "This villa exceeds my expectations." Manager Stevens smiled. "Welcome to Wyrmstone Residence, Mr. Wright. Enjoy your new home." Ethan nodded, his mind already racing with plans. Time to tackle the second segment of the chain mission. "Furnish and decorate your new apartment," Eminence's voice echoed in his mind. Ethan headed to the city's upscale furniture district. Ethan strolled through the upscale furniture district, envisioning his dream home. Villa C's empty rooms would soon fill with warmth and character. As he browsed through a luxurious showroom, a familiar voice pierced the air. "Ethan!. Is that you?." Ethan's heart sank. Sarah, his ex-wife, stood before him, her piercing green eyes flashing with malice. "What brings you here?" Ethan asked, feigning calmness. He still couldn't believe she had
Ethan watched as the furniture company's team meticulously arranged the luxurious pieces, transforming Villa C into a haven. "Perfect," Ethan said, admiring the result. The team leader beamed. "Thank you, sir! We're glad you're satisfied." Ethan handed him an envelope. "A small token of appreciation. $10,000 for your exceptional service." The team leader's eyes widened. "Thank you, sir! This is generous." As the team departed, Ethan felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. «Ding! Congratulations, Host, on completing the second segment of the chain mission.» «Ding! Your outstanding result earns you a bonus: $2,700,000.» Ethan's eyes sparkled. «Ding! Wealth: $3,975,000 Influence: 300 STAT System Update: Chain Mission Progress: 2/5» Eminence's message flashed: «Ding! Congratulations to Host. Your strategic spending and generosity have boosted your influence. Prepare for the next challenge.» Ethan pondered the upcoming mission. Ethan's phone buzzed
Jason Omar and Sarah walked into Dr. Lee's office, ignoring Ethan. "Dr. Lee, delightful to see you," Jason said, his smile dripping with insincerity. Sarah nodded in agreement. Sarah smiled sweetly. "We're happy to facilitate the transaction." Dr. Lee's eyes locked onto Jason. "I'm happy you're willing to sell. "Five million dollars is a steep price, even for me, a member of the Omar family." Jason smiled as he spoke. "I'm curious, where did you get the funds?" Jason's eyes sparkled with amusement. Dr. Lee turned to Ethan. "Actually, Mister Omar, it's not me buying the land." Ethan stepped forward. "It's Ethan Wright here who's interested in purchasing the land." Jason's and Sarah's heads snapped towards Ethan. Their expressions changed from amusement to shock. Jason's eyes narrowed. "Ethan Wright?" Jason repeated. He had been trying to pry into Ethan's mysterious backer, but so far all he knows is that Ethan is an abandoned son of the Noah family. He w
The next morning, Ethan dropped Emily off at Kids Haven daycare. "Have a great day, baby girl!" Ethan said, kissing Emily's forehead. At the car dealership, "Luxury Rides," Ethan was greeted by a polished salesman. "Welcome, sir! I'm Ryan. How can I assist you today?" Ethan smiled. "I'm looking for a new car. Show me what you have." Ryan's eyes sparkled. "Right this way, sir." As they toured the showroom, Ryan showcased various models. Ethan remained unimpressed. None of the cars captivated him. Ryan noticed Ethan's discerning taste. "Perhaps something more... exclusive?" Ryan hinted. Ethan's eyes locked onto Ryan. "Show me the exotic cars," Ethan said. "The ones only the truly wealthy can afford." Ryan's gaze swept Ethan's attire. A simple yet elegant watch, quality shoes. Ryan's expression changed. From skepticism to curiosity. "Follow me, sir." Ryan led Ethan to a secluded section. A glass-enclosed showroom for the elite. «Ding! Host's
The next morning, Ethan dropped Emily off at Kids Haven daycare. "Have a great day, baby girl!" Ethan said, kissing Emily's forehead. At the car dealership, "Luxury Rides," Ethan was greeted by a polished salesman. "Welcome, sir! I'm Ryan. How can I assist you today?" Ethan smiled. "I'm looking for a new car. Show me what you have." Ryan's eyes sparkled. "Right this way, sir." As they toured the showroom, Ryan showcased various models. Ethan remained unimpressed. None of the cars captivated him. Ryan noticed Ethan's discerning taste. "Perhaps something more... exclusive?" Ryan hinted. Ethan's eyes locked onto Ryan. "Show me the exotic cars," Ethan said. "The ones only the truly wealthy can afford." Ryan's gaze swept Ethan's attire. A simple yet elegant watch, quality shoes. Ryan's expression changed. From skepticism to curiosity. "Follow me, sir." Ryan led Ethan to a secluded section. A glass-enclosed showroom for the elite. «Ding! Host's
Jason Omar and Sarah walked into Dr. Lee's office, ignoring Ethan. "Dr. Lee, delightful to see you," Jason said, his smile dripping with insincerity. Sarah nodded in agreement. Sarah smiled sweetly. "We're happy to facilitate the transaction." Dr. Lee's eyes locked onto Jason. "I'm happy you're willing to sell. "Five million dollars is a steep price, even for me, a member of the Omar family." Jason smiled as he spoke. "I'm curious, where did you get the funds?" Jason's eyes sparkled with amusement. Dr. Lee turned to Ethan. "Actually, Mister Omar, it's not me buying the land." Ethan stepped forward. "It's Ethan Wright here who's interested in purchasing the land." Jason's and Sarah's heads snapped towards Ethan. Their expressions changed from amusement to shock. Jason's eyes narrowed. "Ethan Wright?" Jason repeated. He had been trying to pry into Ethan's mysterious backer, but so far all he knows is that Ethan is an abandoned son of the Noah family. He w
Ethan watched as the furniture company's team meticulously arranged the luxurious pieces, transforming Villa C into a haven. "Perfect," Ethan said, admiring the result. The team leader beamed. "Thank you, sir! We're glad you're satisfied." Ethan handed him an envelope. "A small token of appreciation. $10,000 for your exceptional service." The team leader's eyes widened. "Thank you, sir! This is generous." As the team departed, Ethan felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. «Ding! Congratulations, Host, on completing the second segment of the chain mission.» «Ding! Your outstanding result earns you a bonus: $2,700,000.» Ethan's eyes sparkled. «Ding! Wealth: $3,975,000 Influence: 300 STAT System Update: Chain Mission Progress: 2/5» Eminence's message flashed: «Ding! Congratulations to Host. Your strategic spending and generosity have boosted your influence. Prepare for the next challenge.» Ethan pondered the upcoming mission. Ethan's phone buzzed
Ethan and Manager Stevens walked out of Villa C, the warm sunlight casting a glow on the perfectly manicured lawns. "Thank you, Manager Stevens," Ethan said, shaking hands. "This villa exceeds my expectations." Manager Stevens smiled. "Welcome to Wyrmstone Residence, Mr. Wright. Enjoy your new home." Ethan nodded, his mind already racing with plans. Time to tackle the second segment of the chain mission. "Furnish and decorate your new apartment," Eminence's voice echoed in his mind. Ethan headed to the city's upscale furniture district. Ethan strolled through the upscale furniture district, envisioning his dream home. Villa C's empty rooms would soon fill with warmth and character. As he browsed through a luxurious showroom, a familiar voice pierced the air. "Ethan!. Is that you?." Ethan's heart sank. Sarah, his ex-wife, stood before him, her piercing green eyes flashing with malice. "What brings you here?" Ethan asked, feigning calmness. He still couldn't believe she had
Ethan woke up to a bright morning, feeling refreshed. He glanced at Emily, sleeping peacefully. "Today's the day," Ethan whispered, determination in his voice. He bathed, dressing in his best attire – a navy blue suit. Next, he gently bathed Emily, who cooed and giggled. "Time for daycare, baby girl," Ethan said, smiling. He hailed a cab. "Kids Haven daycare, please," Ethan instructed. At the daycare, Ethan kissed Emily goodbye. "I'll pick you up soon, okay?" The cab driver nodded. "Wyrmstone Residence, Eldrador Coast," Ethan said. As they drove, Ethan reviewed his plan. Renting an apartment at Wyrmstone would be the first step. Eminence's guidance echoed. "Chain mission: #1: Get a better apartment." The cab stopped in front of Wyrmstone Residence. Ethan paid the fare. "Thanks," Ethan said. Wyrmstone Residence's grandeur awed Ethan. A sleek, modern design. Manicured lawns. Ethan took a deep breath. Time to secure his new life. Ethan strolled into the lobby, his con
Ethan sat up straight and decided to probe into this so-called companion. "Eminence, huh? Who or what are you?" Ethan asked. "I am an Artificial Intelligence System, you can think of me as your personal assistant. Needless to say, I am not of this world of yours. I have been sent as your aide by the goddess of nature and life, Her Excellency Gaia, thus I am here to help.» the female voice said with no hint of glee in its voice. "And how will you be able to help me?" Ethan questioned the system. In the past he would have been fretting, but now his mind was as calm as the sea. He had already died once, what's the worse that could happen, not like he's afraid of death anyway. «I can grant the Host sets of skills and monetary rewards should host walk in the path of accomplishing his goal.» the system replied.. "Alright. Since you said you're a system and I'm the host, can you show me my stats?" Ethan knew about this sort of things, not like he'd been a recluse all his childhood
Ethan's eyelids fluttered open, greeted by darkness. A sheet covered his face, heavy with an unsettling finality. His mind foggy, he lifted the sheet, and a faint hospital scent wafted in. Realization dawned in an instant... Morgue. With a jolt, Ethan sat up, sheet flying off his face. A frightened shriek pierced the air. He spun around, finding a nurse stumbling backward, eyes wide with terror. Ethan reacted on instinct. In one swift motion, he swung his legs over the gurney and scooped up the nurse, cradling her in a princess carry. Her eyes locked onto his, shock and fear mingling. "Y-you're...you're alive," she stammered. Ethan's gaze roved the dimly lit morgue, taking in the rows of cold storage drawers. "How long?" he asked, voice low and rough. The nurse trembled, "Y-you've been here for...for hours. You were pronounced DOA." Ethan's thoughts began to spin as he sought for a solution to what happened to him. He knew he had been involved in an accident and should be
Ethan hailed a cab, carefully securing Emily's car seat before handing her over to the daycare staff at Kids Haven. The registration process had taken longer than expected, but he'd managed to negotiate a partial payment plan. Although he wasn't much of a haggler, but he did try to haggle at the fee he was to pay. In the end, he had to concede to their demand and paid the amount required.He kissed Emily on the cheek and the little girl smiled. Ethan then rushed out of the daycare building, he knew he could not appear late for the interview else he may just lose this opportunity to change his life and that of his daughter. As the cab sped toward Overlord Stocks, Ethan's anxiety grew. This interview could change everything. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself. The cab stopped in front of the sleek, glass-faced Overlord Stocks building. Ethan paid the fare, grabbed his briefcase, and stepped out onto the sidewalk. He still could not believe he was finally going to get an
Ethan trudged through the dimly lit streets, his worn shoes scraping against the pavement. Another long night as a guard for the wealthy Richardson family had taken its toll. He couldn't wait to get home, collapse onto the couch, and forget the world.As he turned the corner onto his street, the faint cry of his three-month-old daughter, Emily, pierced the night air. Ethan's heart quickened. Something was off. Sarah, his wife, usually kept Emily calm and quiet.He hastened his pace, keys jingling in his pocket. The one-room apartment complex came into view, and Ethan's anxiety grew. He unlocked the door and pushed it open."Sarah?" Ethan called out, but only Emily's wails responded.The small apartment was dimly lit, the single window shaded by a tattered curtain. Ethan's gaze swept the room, taking in the messy space. Sarah's belongings were scattered about, but she was nowhere to be seen.Ethan rushed to Emily's crib, lifting her into his arms. She calmed slightly, nuzzling her head