I am the New King in the Idol System

Chapter 7-Amnesia?

Denver just remembered that Thor has another nickname, Ben. Denver shook his head slowly. He really didn't know what Black wanted.

"You look like that innocent guy I met a few years ago. Did something bother you that you forgot why I called you here, hem?" asked Black as she put her cigarette in the ashtray and sat up straight. Letting the blanket covering her beautiful body sag and expose her beautiful breasts. Denver gulped.

"Sorry, about that. It's just that I had an accident. I fell in the shower and hit my head. I... can't remember very well at the moment," Thor replied with a frown on his face, trying to convince Black that he was indeed sick.

Black's face turned serious instantly. "You... have memory loss? Amnesia?"

Thor, who felt that Black believed his words, nodded in affirmation. Black gave Thor a sharp look and stood up. She walked over to the hangers and covered her synthetic body with gold silk pajamas. Denver stood still, taking in the beauty of the thug boss' body. Honestly, this was the first time he'd ever seen a woman naked and Denver was no hypocrite who wasn't tempted by Black's beauty.

"Go see Horas to confirm your condition. After that, we'll talk," Black said as she approached. Thor nodded and turned away from Black. "Wait." Thor turned his body and stared at Black intently. "Do you know where to find Horas?"

Thor shook his head. "I can find out from my comrades. Don't worry, I won't get lost."

Black was silent, but her sharp eyes stared at Thor intently. "Do... you remember the TX-000?"

Denver's brow furrows. "What was that?"

Black rolled her eyes and turned away. "Meet Horas. I will call for you when the time comes. For now, do whatever you remember," she replied as she walked away with her back to Thor.

"Okay," Thor replied and left. The door that had been closed suddenly opened automatically. He was sure that the door could only be opened if authorized by Black. 'She must have used some kind of remote or special button to open this damn door. Hell, if I get trapped by making trouble with Black, that sexy woman could kill me in ways I can't imagine!' Denver screeched to himself as he continued walking, reluctant to turn around.

Denver, who remembered where the floor was when he entered the elevator, returned to his original place. He asked the man who delivered him earlier, where to meet Horas.

"Your brain is really troubled. Give me your cell phone," the man asked, which Denver immediately did.

Luckily, he brought Thor's cell phone and handed it over. The fierce-faced man, whose name he did not know, was surprisingly kind to a thug.

"This phone can only be unlocked with a special password. Remember, BX1111," he said as he typed in the password on the phone screen.

"Okay. BX1111," Thor replied, staring intently at the phone screen.

"Then, all the important numbers you can call from our group, have a signature."

"A signature?" Thor repeated. The man nodded.

"Look," he replied, pointing to the names on the contact list. "All the names of the Black group members are nicknames. Like Horas, Ben, Volvo, Raul, and others, there are no last names. It's all just one name."

"I see," Thor replied and took his phone back. "Mm, so... what's your name?"

The man laughed sarcastically. "Brock. Remember carefully."

"It's good to see you again, Brock. I'm... Thor Benedict, but you can call me Ben," Thor says as he asks for a handshake.

Brock chuckles softly and asks him to leave. Thor smiled along with him. As luck would have it, he had survived the night. He would have panicked if he had been questioned about Rosita's money. Denver intended to keep it and help the woman. What happened to Rosita reminded him of his own dark life when the thugs were collecting debts from his father. Denver sat on the motorcycle and sent a message to Horas which turned out to be a chat from a previous message on one of the apps.

Yes, you must see me. Black has already informed me of your condition. Meet me at Red District.

"Red District, what's that?" muttered Denver in confusion. He took the initiative by asking Horas to send his location from one of the apps. "What? Las Vegas!" he screeched which made several mansion guards turn their heads towards him. "Haha, sorry. I ... just got too excited," Denver replied with a smile.

However, when he looked at the map and the distance traveled by motorcycle, he realized that the location was not far from where Horas was.

"Apparently... I'm in America? Wow!" he exclaimed in awe and looked around.

Yes, Denver had previously lived in England, London. He who had never been to America was stunned by this. Denver, who had always been curious about Las Vegas because he had only seen it on television news and movies about life there, prepared to leave the mansion. However, Brock suddenly came up to him.

"Ben!" he yelled, which made Denver not start the engine. "The boss asked you to stay here for the day. She doesn't want you to make a mess with that brain of yours. Go tomorrow. Horas aren't going anywhere," Brock said, making Denver's spirits instantly dim.

"Okay," Thor replied and got off the motorcycle. This time, he's carrying his stuff. Brock, who seemed to know that Thor was having trouble remembering, led him to what turned out to be Thor's room. "Thank you," Thor said with a smile.

"Your friendly demeanor makes me uncomfortable," Brock says, which makes Thor chuckle softly.

"Have a good rest, Brock," Thor says and closes the door. "Hahhh ...."

Denver thinks Thor's room isn't too bad. It was small, but comfortable enough to live in. He didn't need to rent a room to rest on that early morning. "Ah, shower!" he said excitedly as he rushed to the bathroom in the room. "Yeah!" he exclaimed happily as he saw that Thor's bathroom was quite clean and had hot water to refresh his body.

Denver hurried to clean himself up. It felt so good to find water to clean his stinky body. As Denver dried himself in front of the mirrored sink, he scrutinized Thor's body intently.

"Crazy. His tattoos are like clothes. They almost cover his entire body except for his armpits, neck, back of his hands and lower body. He only tattooed his upper body," Denver said as he looked at his back in the mirror.

[Host maintains body hygiene. Charisma points +3]

"Haha, this is cool! Who would have thought that my good habits would give value to this thug. You should thank me, Thor," said Denver, who felt that Thor's face was very handsome, and it was a pity to be a thug.

As Denver dried himself, he noticed the scissors placed next to the sink. Denver opens one of the apps to see a video tutorial on how to cut hair with a simple tool, but gives results like a professional cut. Thor's long hair, which he found annoying, was desperate to be cut. He made a neat cut like a soldier with the help of a shaver available in the sink drawer. Who would have thought, if the results of Denver's haircut fit perfectly with Thor's firm face shape.

[The host did a haircut and made a model that suited Thor Benedict's facial characteristics. Charisma points +5]

Denver was so happy. He felt that tonight a lot of luck was on his side. Thor wanted to do something else, but he was tired. For him, it was enough to dress Thor for the night. It was time to rest.

"Hempf, I hope... tomorrow is better," he said as his refreshed body lay on the bed.

Thor closed his eyes, ready to drift off into sweet dreams. However, a dream that felt like a dark memory appeared that disturbed his sleep.