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God Complex Chapter Nine - Old friend
The dashboard reappeared. “Host made eight hundred million instead of a billion. Host failed to meet the threshold; penalty: 15% of life points deducted.” Despite the reminder, he remained fixated on the zeros on his phone screen. He tapped at it, suspecting a glitch, but the figures were real. He withdrew a fraction of the money, and within seconds, his wallet swelled by one-eighty million dollars. He should have been jubilant, thrilled by what initially seemed impossible, but he couldn't feel anything. Couldn’t feel happiness. He glanced at his life points and asked, “Can I utilize the talent for something else?” The system responded. “Affirmative. However, you must meet two conditions: use the talent for something significant, and do so within seventy-two hours. Otherwise, I may assign you a private mission.” He confirmed. With his talent, achieving something significant would be easy. He just needed to find the right outlet and get to civilization. **MINUTES LATER** He emerged f
God Complex Chapter ten - Porcelain
Alexander slipped into a restroom and donned one of the outfits. For the first time, he saw his reflection. He had ocean-blue eyes, a symmetrical face, clear skin, rosy full lips, and a sharp, bearded jawline that perfectly complemented his now tall, lean, and muscular physique. He was beautiful. No wonder those women threw themselves at him.Acquiring some minor equipment, he left. A Rolls-Royce screeched to a halt at Greystone’s biggest hotel. Alexander elegantly stepped out, with envious eyes trailing after him as he strolled into the luxurious lobby. It smelled of lavender and was illuminated by diamond chandeliers that reflected off the diamond floors, crowded with elites. He made a mental note to buy a hotel. “I would like a suite,” he said to the receptionist. “We have the—” he cut her off. “I want the best.”From behind her glasses, her eyes scanned him, starting with the gadgets he held and moving down to his face. He passed the elite's check. She cleared her throat. “Well, t
God Complex Chapter One
Tires screeched to a halt. “Of all days, God, why today?” cried Jason, a common deliveryman. He's transporting a delicate, half-a-million-dollar Chinese vase sensitive to the elements, but was stuck in a gridlock at night while a rainstorm loomed overhead. If he doesn't leave traffic soon, the valuable artifact would be damaged, and he'd be ruined.Thinking, he came to a reckless decision. If he wanted to secure his livelihood, he had to drive dangerously, disregarding every safety law. Squeezing the throttle, he maneuvered through the tightly packed vehicles, using his arms to steer and his legs to push through. He progressed, creating a path but barely avoiding other cars, scratching them in the process and enraging their already furious drivers.Jason was a man with insurmountable responsibilities. Because of his lower-class background, he faced more drawbacks than advantages, so he would rather risk physical harm than flounder through this life-changing order. Besides, the fragile
God Complex Chapter Two
‘EXTERNAL THREAT DETECTED. SYSTEM SUSPENDING RESURRECTION OF HOST,’ the voice notified, using nanoseconds to react to Henry's attacks. It continued, ‘COMMENCING PROTECTION BYPASS. DONE. SCANNING FOR THIS WORLD'S BEST PROTECTIVE TALENTS. MARTIAL ARTS INFERRED. HARNESSING THE TALENTS OF THE WORLD'S BEST MARTIAL ARTISTS: IP MAN'S WING CHUN, BRUCE LEE'S JEET KUNE DO, MIKE TYSON'S HEAVYWEIGHT BOXING, MASTER CHOI'S TAEKWONDO. ALL TALENTS HARNESSED. COMMENCING FULL CONTROL OF HOST'S BODY.’Thereafter, energy coursed through Jason's veins like bolts of electricity, causing his body to twitch. His left arm, once still and silent, abruptly jerked back to life, grabbing Henry 's gun and pushing its barrel upward, changing the direction of the bullet before the shooter could react. The bullet, hot and piercing, blazed out with a resounding bang, grazing Henry 's face and taking some of his flesh. He stumbled, falling backwards. ‘What just happened?’ while his pain-filled grunts ricocheted over th
God Complex Chapter Three
The cold metal back of an AK-47 smacked into Jason, sending him stumbling into a puddle of dirty water. “Shut up and get lost,” a voice thundered, reeking of impatience. The destitute man didn't seem to be giving up, and the guards - dressed in dark overcoats, adorned with skull badges, and armed with machine guns - stepped out, their faces a murderous countenance as they trained their loaded guns on him. One scoffed, “You, a commoner, married to Miss Rachel for two years? How laughable. It's best you disappear before you lose your legs, delivery boy.”Jason raised his hands in fear. “Don't shoot. I'm telling the truth. Okay, let's try this: call Madam Regina and let her know it's me. She knows who I am and will let me talk to Rachel .” The men didn't budge, but Jason remained steadfast, though terrified. He knew that getting into the estate was the only way to contact his wife and clarify the misunderstanding, thereby saving his sister. It was now or never.His eyes trailed behind th
God Complex Chapter Four.
No, no, no. He refused to believe it. It wasn’t her fault. Yes, it wasn’t her fault. Rachel was going through with this because she believed he had passed. If he could prove otherwise, she would jump back into his arms, and everything would be back to normal. Blinking back tears, the newfound motivation bolstered Jason as he sprinted away from the cheering crowd, bumping into many, determined to get his beloved wife back.“Rachel!” Jason screamed. The distance between them was still too great for her to hear. He closed the gap and tried again, this time with all the breath in his lungs. “Rachel, it’s me, Jason! Don’t go through with the engagement! I’m not dead.” It worked. She heard him, but so did everyone else. The volume of his words had drawn the attention of all the guests, bringing the once festive atmosphere to an awkward silence.Rachel pivoted, her eyes bulging in terror at the sight of Jason. She wasn't the only one taken aback—Dominic Stone was equally stunned but managed
God Complex Chapter Five
“Move,” followed by a kick that landed on Jason’s back. He barely felt it. His thoughts were elsewhere. How could it be that in just a single day, he had not only been betrayed by his wife but had also indirectly put his sister's life in critical danger? All this while a half-a-million-dollar debt hung over his head. It felt almost unreal, but then again, life had never given him a break since birth, so it shouldn’t be surprising. But what about his sister? He had to find a way to save her. He had to. He froze, his feet rooted to the spot. An unsettling silence had fallen over the air, like a warning sign that something was amiss. Jason's instincts kicked in, and he swiftly turned around to investigate. The mobsters, they'd stopped walking, but listened intently on their walkie-talkies. They nodded to whatever they received, then in unison snapped their eyes at him. Jason recoiled, his heart racing with fear.He didn’t need foresight to know something was wrong; they weren’t done wit
God Complex Chapter Six.
Mister Stone had been at it for minutes with no change. Operatives were supposed to be resolute; he understood that. But Jason was something else entirely. He sounded convincing and refused to crack, despite the torment. However, getting him to talk hadn’t been the priority; having fun was. Mister Stone pulled away, flinging his hand in disgust, and adorned his lipless smile. He then raised his iPad to Jason’s face.Jason cringed at the blinding close-up light but blinked away the blurs in his vision to see a familiar hospital room. Then, he saw a familiar girl with a beanie who seemed to be making what looked like anniversary gifts. Jason's chest tightened, and he began to hyperventilate. That was his sister, in her Rothschild Hospital ward. They had brought his sister into this. His anguish morphed into adrenaline, and he thrashed against his restraints, shouting anything that resembled pleas. Dominic, witnessing the scene, transformed his expression from maniacal to mournful. His