However, five minutes had gone since Ernest bought a huge load of clothes, and his brain just thought of only one thing.A machine gun.If you were going to be dead tonight, why wouldn't you buy a machine gun and go back shooting the damn shop owner—Steven Smith? Ernest himself would go to hell for murder, but Steven would be there for indirectly killing him!!!Fuck.Once again, Ernest sat on the street with money, but was not even able to blurt out a bad word with his mouth, because he was still muted for another ten minutes.Though all the words above were just a moment of complaining, maybe he should buy a gu-“Thanks God, finally we found you, Mr. Eswaranski!”Ernest looked up, seeing the comer. Oh? That was the director Ernest had met in the morning, and his name was, hmm, Matthew? Morris? Or Miller?There were two people coming with him, all of whom were exhausted, breathing as if they had just a running contest.One was Ashley, yeah, Ernest remembered his name thanks to his arr
The first time ever, Michael felt how hard it was in negotiation. Though the legendary last name Eswaranski had turned twenty thousand dollars into something more realistic than just a daydream, it's still a dangerous investment.Thirty percent was high and safe enough for both investor and the project manager, right?Didn't he think that it was still… low? Was he crazy?Thinking so, Michael asked. “So, you mean 40% would be better?”Ernest glanced at Michael without a word, but this time, Ernest’s emotion was not good as it was at the beginning. He put the black card on the table, right on the contract, finger started scratching the table.Forty percent? What the heck was that man saying? There had been thirty and Ernest just wanted to remove it, so why the hell did he think that forty would be better?Fck the damn punishment! Why muting him? Why???Now Ernest could neither say that he refused this contract nor gesture that he was temporarily dumb! He could do nothing, and Michael—ye
On the way looking for Ernest, James had been complaining that he had to pay the bank officer five hundred dollars but received just one sentence: that Ernest came from the Eswaranski family — which had already shown in his full name.Michael remembered how he had replied to James with a gentle look—exactly what his grandfather had done in his memory.“Do you know what the ratio is to give birth to a genius, raise them to be a good person, and make sure that they would do something big to help this world?”“It was about zero, because most of us can't even imagine that, let alone taking it into action and solving all the possible problems to reach that goal.”“But in the Eswaranski clan, that ratio was ninety-nine to one hundred. Do you know what it means?” Michael looked at Ashley and James’ bewildered faces, “99% to be geniuses, and the other 1% were… monsters.”“But what is a monster?” Ashley had asked him that, but Michael just shook his head in silence.A supernaturally smart guy?
What was happening?The landlord couldn't expect this twist. She was confused for a moment, “What are you saying?”Ernest scratched his matted hair, yawning, “Just wait for five minutes, I have to brush my teeth before showing you what the damn problem had happened to me last night.”The landlord narrowed her eyebrows. She was the type of person who couldn't suffer any negative comments about her assets, even though everyone found it terrible. She was provoked, and her voice was high-note.“What the fuck are you talking about, Ernest? You’ve been living here, in my apartment for three years, you know how good it actually is. And now you insult my flat this way and threaten to leave?”Ernest, who was still brushing his teeth at the toilet, immediately went out with his frothy mouth.“Who the hell would be that silly to insult you if this flat is okay? Why don't you think that there must be some actual problems? There are ghosts in this damn room and they scared me all night long!”He w
“Here you are.” Yvonne put the hot bowl on the table, interrupting his line of thoughts, “Rice dumplings, like thousands of times before. And remember to pay me this time, or I'll kill you.”Ernest nodded, picking up the chopsticks, and keeping on creating his plan. Though everyone said that cutting off a tree was always easier than growing them, Ernest needed a detailed plan—or he would be slammed dead by that tree itself.To waste the money, Ernest needed a better identity, so that he could gain trust and conduct his plan.He thought so, eating a dumpling and let his plan spread as the shrimp flavor did all over his mouth.But, how would Ernest do that with just a black card? You couldn't defeat an army by just waving a flag. At least you needed a ghost company showing that you're ‘trustworthy’, and if you're penniless, you couldn't even hire an idiot to take part in your scamming career.Ernest ate another rice dumpling, and suddenly, a sound echoed in his mind. A notification foll
All in a sudden, a female loud voice immediately echoed in the space. “I refuse to work with him! Mr. Durkheim, if you don't cancel your stupid cooperation, I'll leave and tell my father about this!”Ernest looked at the girl coming. She walked from the door behind Ernest, and followed by two girls who looked like her assistants.Despite his ex-girlfriend and murderer being a gorgeous girl, Ernest had to admit that this girl was even more beautiful than his ex. She got long reddish wavy hair, blue eyes, and a hot body which could draw all men’s attention under the sporty clothes.Ernest stared at her for a second later, then slowly turned his eyes away. This girl’s chest was heaving as if her two giant bouncing balls could escape from her crop top anytime, and Ernest couldn't let his eyes stare at them like a pervert.He was there to start a new job as a director and producer, and moreover, Ernest was fighting not to be dead.Ernest had to be tougher, so, don't, just don't stare at th
“Okay, so you're Margaret Mitchell, the only daughter of the Founder and CEO of Mitchell Entertainment, right?” Ernest repeated again.“Yeah,” Margaret raised her eyebrows, “my father can decide the fate of your damn stupid film crew by just a single call for his subordinate. You’d better kneel on your knees and beg for my forgiveness!”Margaret’s voice was high-pitched, and after years of being a wealthy young lady, her expression was somewhat powerful to the listeners. But this time, the listener was Ernest, who was even smirking at her.“If showing your name only was enough for me to beg for your pardon, then, do you know who you're facing now, Miss Margaret Mitchell?” Ernest went back to the desk, hand picking up the thick notebook, slowly pulling the broken nails off the cover.“Hah, don't kidding me,” Margaret smirked, “Who the hell can you be? The president’s son? Or some billionaire’s secret child?”Ernest just smiled in silence as if he found her words utterly naive and ridic
Ernest just needed a second to notice that Yvonne was ready, or even excited to punch at the hoodie girl again. But, Ernest screamed in his mind, he just wanted Yvonne to be a fake secretary, and her bruised eyes wouldn't be paid, okay?Scammers must have their own limit!With the fastest speed of his life, Ernest stood up, interrupting Margaret.“Margaret Mitchell, this is the final warning.”Ernest was no longer smiling. He stood up, staring at Margaret with a freezing look containing no relaxation. Margaret looked back at him, and for some unnamed reason, she thought she was facing a furious predator with blade-sharp claws ready to cut off her throat, not a chilling guy anymore.She gulped down her saliva. “W-what?”“Stop talking like an idiot and get out of this place.” Ernest pointed at the door while his voice was lower and lower. He emphasized every single word. “We will talk later about your father's silly contract, but now you have to leave before it's too late. And I can pro
The harmony atmosphere immediately froze after Ernest’s words.Now not only Paul, but also the others who were following after Ernest were shocked to the point their expressions couldn't be calm for a moment.They all stared at Ernest as if he was a monster, some started to be so cautious, and even Terrence was ready to take Ernest down anytime.As a vampire, Ernest knew that, because those intense looks were too hard to ignore.But he didn't stop walking into the nightclub, and even smiled with the bartender, who was his acquaintance but now not knowing him.“One Manhattan, more ice, thanks.”Then he looked back at Paul and his subordinates. They're still silent as if they're waiting for a command from PaulMaybe killing Ernest, caging him to ask how he got all that information, or just considering if they could take down that young monster.However, the commander, Paul, was thinking of those, all at once, and he didn't know what to do with Ernest at the moment.Illegal activities we
Ten minutes after using the system’s Vampire State to threaten Paul and the Dragon Flame Gang, Ernest had successfully been brought to their hidden business structure. Paul drove his old car, slowly leading Ernest to go through lots of narrow alleys, then a few empty streets which were full of old, abandoned houses, before the terrible scenes in front of Ernest’s eyes turned into a crowded street. It was midnight, but this street was still lively with neon lights, people going back and forth, and irritating EDM music echoing from speakers at both sides. Since turning into a vampire, Ernest was allergic to light, even if it's artificial. He didn't have time to locate where the destination was, but the old car had stopped, and Paul's voice echoed in the strained atmosphere. “Here we come.” Paul said, slightly sighed before leaving the car. “One of our important facilities, Dreambound Nightclub.” Ernest opened the car door. And for no reason, he narrowed his eyes at the fancy bu
Obviously, Dean and the Silver Skull Gang weren't the only ones who started to be afraid of Ernest, but the ones standing next to Ernest in the Dragon Flame Gang also looked at him with caution.Of course Ernest himself didn't know that, because he was already over the moon after completing the second task despite… no, thanks to his dead situation.If he wasn't dead and turning into a vampire, how the hell could he threaten those people that he would kill all of them?And if he couldn't threaten them, how could they choose to sell their gang to survive?Ernest knew that it's unkind to threaten the others, but he would be completely dead if he hadn't done so.God knew how Ernest, a totally ordinary person, had struggled to survive amongst gangsters.However, the film crew had taught Ernest one thing that buying was just the beginning of everything.He looked at Paul, then Terrence, and Jack, as well as their subordinates whom Ernest just punched once to defeat.Then Ernest smiled with
At the other side, Olivia was at the headquarters, taking care of the sick Olly and waiting for the news in anxiety as time passed.“Why didn't Dean call us even once?” Olly asked.He slowly walked to the door, trying to turn his eyes at the distant gate, which was recognisable in the dark, thanks to the lights.He had been walking back and forth for the tenth time, and the longer he waited, the more nervous he was. And for the first time ever, Olly hated this mansion’s huge area.It was too big to see anything from there, especially at night.Olivia brought a warm tea cup to Olly, looking at his narrowed eyebrows.She understood why, because even Olivia herself was nervous that Ernest could be injured or something. But she couldn't let the currently injured boss stand there and waited for some news.Thinking so, Olivia sighed.“Boss, you shouldn't be too nervous about the young master. He was safe after the kidnapping, wasn't he? Now he has our subordinates with him, as well as Dean
At first, Ernest didn't believe in what he heard. He slowly turned back to see a man with the head almost fully bandaged—the consequence of taking so many hard punches at once.His figure didn't look like someone who would sell something, it was more similar to a desperate man begging for money so that he could heal his injuries.Ernest asked back. “Pardon?”Then Paul, the bandaged man, took a deep breath, claimed.“I say, we agree to sell this gang to you.” Noticing that Ernest was still emotionless as if he didn't give a damn about this negotiation anymore, Paul repeated louder. “Ernest Eswaranski, we accept your deal.”“We are ready to sell this gang to you, and we can discuss this.”Ernest heard that, and he wasn't the only one to hear this clearly.When Ernest was still confused, thinking that he had just gone through a beautiful hallucination, a loud, angry voice had torn off the silent atmosphere.“Boss! What are you doing? What have you just said?!”Terrence, the loyal guardia
Like what those people had expected, Ernest turned to Jack with a smile.Dean looked at him with caution. Fck, his young master was crazy again.Now, after shouting to show his attitude, Jack started to regret it, especially when he saw Ernest's smile. That bastard had smiled so friendly when he pushed Jack out of the window, and now he smiled again!!!“I mean-” Jack opened his mouth with an effort to fix his mistake before Ernest came and threw him from the sixth floor to the ground, but Ernest had interrupted him.“Why are you always blaming others while you're the one who conducted the crime, Jack?”He stood up.Jack’s face, which had slowly returned to normal, was now bloodless again. What was Ernest doing? Was Jack about to be killed? What should he do now!?Even Dean and his subordinates from the Silver Skull Gang were ready to stop Ernest once he held Jack's collar and threw that man to the ground, let alone Paul.But Ernest just stopped a few steps away from Jack, staring at
“Impossible!”Paul felt like he could pass out anytime. He shouted, trying to figure out if he was in his nightmare, but his head was literally painful, continuously reminding him that it was reality.Ernest narrowed his eyebrows.“Why not?”“Ernest Eswaranski, I know that it's our fault for kidnapping you, and I understand that you want a proper compensation from me.” Paul sat back on his bed to keep his body stable. “But I can't sell my gang!”“How could you come up with such a rude offer?”Jack, who stood with two Silver Skull Gang members guarded at both sides, added.“The boss is right!” He shouted. “Ernest Eswaranski, you are exaggerating everything!”Paul had a bad premonition when Jack opened his mouth. What the fck was he thinking of?This building was all surrounded, with more than half of the subordinates defeated by that monster! How the fck could this man blame those invaders so bravely?Paul growled.“JACK!!!”But obviously, it couldn't stop Jack from running towards dea
When Paul first heard the noise of the sudden attack at his gang’s headquarters, he had thought that it was just a joke.He laid on the bed with all his face covered, one broken arm bandaged well, and a dizzy mind after leaving the ICU room, which had partially stopped his mind.“Huh? You said who?”He looked at his subordinates, asking with a slow voice.And the man answered him, huffing and puffing after running from the first floor to the sixth—where Paul was resting.“Ernest Eswaranski! Boss, it was a guy from the Silver Skull Gang!”The subordinate opening the door was Jack.While the chaos was worse and worse, he had a bad premonition that Ernest would punch him dead once he caught him again. But he couldn't die right in the base of his gang!Kidnapping? Yes, Jack took charge of catching Ernest and Kelvin to cut off Ernest’s arm, but he was fine after all, wasn't he?He even knocked all his subordinates in the abandoned house, and Jack didn't ask for an apology!Why did Ernest t
“Young master…” Hearing Ernest's words, Dean immediately tried to stop him.“I said, don't worry. I'll stop everything, you just need to stay here.” Ernest smiled, then headed to the fighting chaos.When turning back at Dean, Ernest heard Dean asking from his back with a nervous voice. “But young master, do you know how to deal with them?”Ernest smiled. That's a good question for asking a teen who had attached to the system a few days ago.Of course he didn't.Right at that moment, a guy rushed to him. Ernest didn't have time to see what he looked like but the fist had come in advance.Ernest didn't have time to react, but his body had moved. He raised his fist, punching at the opponent’s belly.The guy stopped for a moment, then falling on the ground, right in front of the others’ eyes.They had heard Dean screaming Ernest’s identity, and now, seeing how Ernest defeated one of their allies in such an effortless way, they automatically stepped back.The title ‘young master' was well-