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
“Cut!!!”“Okay, good, let's take a rest, everyone. We'll continue filming in the afternoon.”“Thank you, Mr. Durkheim! My stomach has been waiting for this moment for so long, ha ha.”“Then tell Ashley to buy you some food, I'll pay for that!”“Kelvin, you're more and more skillful! Just maintain your professional style!”So it was lunchtime?With both eyes emotionless, Ernest looked at the film crew nearby who were waiting for lunch after ‘working hard’ for hours, then looked back at his own meal—which he ate a half and held another half for hours without biting a piece.Why didn't he eat the meal?Ernest stared at the half of bread for a while. Then he closed his eyes, putting it all into his mouth and gulping it down, though the bread is nothing but a tasteless edible object. Honestly, Ernest was not a picky eater who just decided to eat what they loved. His poor identity didn't allow that, and even though this meal was just bread with some peanut butter spreaded on, he could eat
But the director didn't have time to think about this, because his actor had already been provoked and started yelling at Ernest.“Oh? Then who the heck are you? Are you a famous actor who won an Oscar? Or the honored lecturer working in the National Film Academy? You are just a kid trying to draw our attention!”“Listen, kid. The word ‘experienced’ is not for such an innocent teenager like you. I graduated from The National Film Academy, and I know what I'm doing! Just getta of here and let us adults work, okay?”All those bad words slapped Ernest at an incredible speed, and it's fast to the point he couldn't hear exactly what this handsome man was yelling about. However, even the dumbest man could realize that this man was humiliating Ernest.And Ernest was not dumb.He looked at the actor, slowly telling him with a disdainful smirk.“As far as I know, your character is a beggar struggling to find food on the street, right? Then your actions are absolutely wrong.”Ernest pointed at
What's the problem, sir?”Ernest turned back with a slight smile, even though his mind was full of bad words. All those crew members looked scary like hell when he commented, so what's this man gonna do? Punch him?Ernest had decided that he would punch back at this man if he just came to yell.But it didn't happen. The middle aged director immediately smiled, as he was trying to show his friendliness to Ernest. His words were polite as well, which made Ernest think that the director wanted to copy him.“My name is Michael Durkheim, this crew's director. Please don't bother Ashley's rude behavior. He didn't hear what you've said and it's all his fault. Don't leave this way, sir. May I talk to you for a while?”Ernest raised his eyebrows for a long time, which abruptly chilled Michael to the bone.“My pleasure.”“This way, please go this way, Mr… Sorry, may I know your name?”“Ernest Eswaranski.”The director stopped for a moment. He might have heard of this surname somewhere before, b
Michael smiled in bitterness. Obviously asking for an investment was never an easy task. He may have underestimated this young guy, just because of his innocent appearance. Look, Ernest didn't even ask what the offer can be but strictly asked for a reason. Ernest knew everything, and according to years of experience talking with all types of producers, Michael understood that he had to show this teenager what benefits he could gain, or everything would be gone. Michael didn't fear that the budget would disappear. What he was afraid of is the loss of his position in the upper class—once Ernest felt unpleasant for what Michael said. Instead of asking for a budget which could provoke this young heir, Michael needed to ask for something more friendly. “I know what you want, Mr. Eswaranski.” Michael said, then he went to find his suitcase in front of Ernest's bewildered eyes. Want? What did Ernest want? Why did he know nothing about that? While Ernest was still confused, the dire
Ernest smiled at Ashley, turning at the weird director who was still bewildered aside and showing him a relaxing expression. “I guess you will need a discussion first, Mr. Durkheim.”“Mr. Eswaranski…”Michael's heart nearly stopped beating when he saw Ernest standing up. He didn't even have time to yell at Ashley—the one who had broken all his wonderful plans. He was about to hold Ernest's sleeve, but Ernest dodged Michael's hand fast like a wind, showing the obvious refusal though he didn't say that.“We will talk later, Mr. Durkheim.”“We don't work with you! Get out of here! Now!”At the moment Ernest was about to put his feet out of the van, he heard Ashley's disdainful words, and the finger pointing at the outside filled with underestimation. The people around him didn't say a word, just looking at Ernest as if he was an old toy, which could entertain them for just a few minutes.He realized that he couldn't leave this way.Ernest turned back at Michael, who was engulfed in despa
Eswaranski? Now confused wasn't what Ashley was feeling. It turned into shock and for a moment, Ashley thought that it was a damn prank. But it was impossible. Eswaranski was so rare that he had never met anyone having that surname in real life, or even on the Internet. Lying was not that easy. You couldn't randomly take a meaningless surname and unintentionally match the real one belonging to someone if you had never heard about it. Ashley had seen the name Eswaranski once. “I have read about that name, Eswaranski.” Ashley’s face turned pale and his voice was trembling. “My late great grandfather had written about that in his diary, but I don't remember the content.” Then he looked at Michael, “Mr Durkheim, I have to go home to find the diary!” Ernest was sitting at a coffee shop. A cup of espresso was on the table, giving off the beautiful scent of perfect coffee. A pianist was playing a song over there, and the relaxing music echoed all over the coffee shop. Waitresses in
For heaven’s sake, it's the first time Ernest had to do such a complicated thing like analyzing just to spend money. He looked at the shop, then glanced at his reflection on the glass door, thinking that his brain would explode before the system showed up and took his life.Ernest had nothing at the moment, just eight… no, seven hours left to complete this mission, and there was nothing valuable all over his body. All the things he was wearing were useless, invaluable which his ex-girlfriend and murderer refused to take.Just a T-shirt, a pants, an old hoodie which Ernest had worn for five years, and-Ah, yes.He got one thing.An idea appeared in Ernest's mind.Ernest turned at the woman who was advising him to ‘be a better man’, giving her a polite smile. “Thank you for giving me such precious advice, ma’am. But I don't come here to disrupt their business, I want to buy some clothes, and it's pretty weird if the employee treats me this way.”“Oh?” The woman was surprised, “To be hon
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-