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 honest, you actually look like a beggar, kid. Aren't you lying?” Of course yes, that woman had a good eye, Ernest thought. He was nothing but a beggar now, but if he couldn't spend 1,000,000 USD immediately, Ernest would turn from a beggar to a dead body!!! Was there anything more crucial than your life? Now he could do everything to complete this damn mission and live longer! So let's lie for your life, Ernest Eswaranski! Ernest thought so, and his smile was even brighter than before. “Why do you think that wearing something like this is a sign of beggars but not just a hobby?” Ernest touched his tattered sleeves and replied with an elegant attitude as if he was wearing a vest. “But if you're wealthy, why do you have to transform into a beggar?” The old man nearby asked Ernest, “Youngster, you're lying. We have lived long enough to recognize a wealthy person, and it's obvious that you're just poor.” Tch, why was lying harder and harder those days? Ernest just wanted to waste all of the damn money he was possessing, he just wanted to live a bit longer, so why the hell was it so hard??? Ernest raised his eyebrows. The relaxed attitude was gone, and there was the annoyed look on his face. Thirty minutes had passed, and Ernest had no time to talk with those people. He had to spend the money before his lie was exposed. Ernest turned to the employee who was standing behind the glass door as she didn't know why ‘the beggar’ hadn't left yet. “Now what, miss? Your shop doesn't welcome me just because of my appearance, huh?” The woman heard Ernest's unsatisfied voice. She didn't want to get involved in something like chasing a beggar away right in front of the crowd. But there were more and more people gathering at the shop, and she couldn't just stand there and let those people negatively affect their brand's figure. The employee opened the glass door, telling Ernest. “Our shop welcomes everyone, except for the ones who have suspecting behaviors.” Then she talked with a loud voice, “All four beggars whom we refused to meet intended to disrupt us by begging our customers, and they didn't want to do shopping in our shop any more. Even one of those beggars wanted to steal our clothes.” “We have our reason for not welcoming you, sir. You say that you are not a beggar, but you give no evidence to prove that you have enough money to do shopping here.” “Certainly, we understand how hard it is for a beggar to survive in this tough world. But, ladies and gentlemen, we have to work too!” The employee glanced at the crowd, “I am a mother, I have to work to raise my children, but if I let those beggars affect the shop's monthly income, the owner will fire me!” The crowd immediately supported the employee's words. They whispered loudly as they wanted Ernest to hear that. “I agree, this young man might be a liar.” “If other people were treated this way, they would leave this shop and go to another one, but this man just stands here to argue. Don't you think it's weird?” “Go away, liar! You're disrupting their shop! Get out!” The situation was worse and worse for Ernest. Other people thought that he was just an annoying beggar who came there just to disrupt. It's unacceptable! Ernest was a beggar, yes, but he just wanted to spend his money! Who the hell was free to the point of coming to a deluxe apparel shop and letting the others scold him? The employee saw Ernest being silent. She thought that the guy was shocked and he had nothing to lie to. She smiled in politeness, but her words were a threat. “Please go away or we will call the police.” Ernest laughed as if he saw something super funny and interesting. He also nodded, waving his hand, but not leaving. Everyone was confused, including the employee. She didn't understand why the beggar smiled that way, but it didn't stop her from pulling this person away from the apparel shop. More people were heading to this place, and the owner wouldn't be happy to see his shop becoming the national circus. “What do-” “Now can I say something after all?” Ernest interrupted the employee, and he also stopped his laughter as well. Ernest himself might not recognize, but all the people surrounding realized that something had changed. Ernest was no longer elegant and courteous, his eyes were sharp as blade and ready to cut off everything. He stepped forward, and when he realized that everyone was silent, he glanced at the employee with a challenging look in his eyes. “Call 911 first, miss.” At the same time, Ashley and the scriptwriter, James, were walking all over the area to look for Ernest.Ashley had been walking for such a long time, his face turned pale and both his legs were trembling uncontrollably. He huffed and puffed, telling James with a trembling voice, as if there was nothing stable on his body now.“S-stop, James! I-I need to take a rest! I can't walk any longer!” Then he bought an icy beverage from the vending machine, and started complaining after drinking a bit, “Screw it! Why the hell does Michael tell us to find that beggar? He is just a scammer coming to fool us and Michael trusts everything he said? What happened?”“And the last name Eswaranski? Damn, why the fck did my uncle sell the diary to pay for his debt? Why didn't he sell one of his kidneys? Fuck!!!”“Now the diary is gone and it's possible that the scammer has seen that name and pretended to be noble!”Ashley couldn't hold back his bad words. After Ernest left, he had gone back home to look for the name Eswaranski in his great grandfather’s diary. But who the hell could expect that his uncle h
Ernest raised his eyebrows. His anger vanished as fast as the way it showed up, and Ernest was conscious enough to realize his problem. He couldn't stand there and argue while the precious time was flying. He had another plan, but before leaving, he had to do something. “Fine, now I understand the way you guys do business.” He looked at the big, sparkling banner on the rooftop, “Friesta? Good, this is the first brand that I have to keep in mind.” “We will meet again.” If I couldn't survive tonight. Ernest left that sentence with a mysterious smile before he turned away, heading to another shop. Ernest wouldn't give up! He had six hours left, and there must be some shop where he could spend all his money! But when Ernest was about to leave the crowd, he heard someone calling him. “Sir. Please, sir. I have something to talk about.” Ernest was surprised, and so did the crowd. Since they all knew that Ernest had done nothing wrong, no one dared to scold him badly. Just look at his
“You have one hour and one million dollars to prepare. Got it?”Ernest's words pulled Steven back to reality. He nodded immediately.“Yes, sir. We'll have done everything by the time you arrive!”Now Steven wasn't the only one to be shocked. Everyone was, too, including Ashley and James, who had been standing in the crowd and witnessing from the beginning to the end of this event.Ashley was recording that scene with his phone, intending to show Michael that he had trusted the wrong person. But, please, how the hell could the story twist this way?James and Ashley looked at each other, seeing the same message in the eyes.Ernest Eswaranski wasn't a scammer? Not kidding?Ernest was a scammer, and Ernest himself admitted that in his mind. But he was satisfied with what he had just created. It was face-slapping, right? Just look at the woman employee’s regretful expression, as if she had thrown one million dollars away. Ah, yes, it was actually one million dollars, ha ha.Though the mone
Yes, the bank officer knew what the black card actually was.There were some mysterious clans in the world who were richer and more powerful than the other half of the world. They lived and worked in secret, wandering among ordinary people, contributing a lot for the world. As a result, they took the right to enjoy special privileges, which no one else could imagine.One of those privileges was the black card. It was recognized widely in the world, according to what the bank officer had learned, the card’s owner could pay and withdraw the money anywhere in the world, no matter what country they were in, or which ATM machine they wanted to use.Their black cards were just simple. The background pattern, the name, and sometimes there was a number.The pattern was their clan's symbol, engraved with some special techniques so that the card was unique and recognizable. They had their own symbol, and all the bank officers had to learn them properly so as not to cause any trouble with those
Yes, sir. I'll bring it to you.”Hannah stood behind Ernest, so he didn't know how focused she had been since the moment he stepped into the shop. Now she smiled in silence, going to the opposite area to prepare an icy water cup, as if she had pretended Ernest's choice.Unlike the employee who had scolded Ernest, Hannah was conscious and smart enough to figure out who the real VIP was.Aniston Stella had been unmarketable for about a year—the moment when Friesta had launched and taken away all their ‘loyal’ customers. Hannah had to know exactly who her customers could be.There had been lots of people wearing fancy clothes, showing how wealthy they were, but they had just tried to find more reasons to buy the shop's clothes cheaper and cheaper.But who the hell would sell a silk skirt for just three dollars?Hannah had to learn the differences between the actual wealthy people and the fake ones, but not based on the appearance. Their expressions, their attitude, and even the way they
In the other corner, Hannah realized that the situation, despite its weirdness, was worse than expected. She stepped out, thinking of some way to ease Ernest’s anger, because they couldn't provoke this wealthy (and weird) customer. But right at that moment, the poor employee heard Ernest shouting.“Screw it, Steven! Twenty thousand dollars is not even enough for a tiny meal, why the hell are you always refusing as if it's a big amount?”Hannah stopped. Ernest's words echoed in her ears like a curse.‘Twenty thousand dollars is not even enough for a tiny meal’?So that's a corner revealed of the rich’s life?Hannah looked at her colleagues, seeing the familiar bewilderment reflected in his eyes.It’s enough bewilderment. Hannah stepped back. She would never poke her nose into this argument. She—the woman who couldn't even buy a tiny meal costing twenty thousand dollars—was not deserved. Hannah's better go back, or else she would not be able to look straight at her dinner.The argument
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
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-