My World Domination System

Sickness and Cure

Benjamin Black felt like he was riding a jet powered cloud. He had driven a car once at a parking lot with some of his high school buddies. But it was an older model that belonged to a friend’s parent, and you could feel the weight of the steering rack and every gravel and chip and bump on the parking lot.

This Mclaren just felt like nothing at all. Meanwhile, Amber was extremely nervous. She had only taught him how to use the paddle shifters on the steering wheel minutes ago, and the Park and Reverse buttons on the gearbox.

But this man was driving at 170 miles per hour. Just 30 miles from the top speed in open country road.

“Holy Shit!” laughed Benjamin at the top of his lungs. The windows were down and the winds were forming a tiny hurricane in the cabin. The V6 engine was roaring with it. Amber nodded but kept her eyes watchful on the bends that were coming up.

This was her dream car but riding in the passenger seat of someone that hadn’t driven a vehicle in the past 5 years was taking it’s toll. Which was weird because he was so immensely wealthy.“Watch out for the curves. Remember, brake and shift down. The wheel is extremely responsive, so light touches.” she warned.

“Alright.” said Benjamin, as he slowed down to take the corner.“Have you really not been driving these past few years?” Amber asked him.“Uhmm, yeah” he answered.“Why?” she pressed. She wanted to know more about this persona in front of her.

She knew he liked to dress down for whatever reason, maybe to intentionally hide his wealth from others. She called him Mr Wallouby, but he said he doesn’t want to be called by his sister’s surname. What did he do for work?

But Benjamin floored the gas pedal again. The Mclaren shot up to 180 miles per hour now, and Amber clutched the handlebar by the passenger seat. Both were completely deaf again.

They had pulled over next to what looked like a big farm, and Benjamin was sitting on the hood of the car, talking to Amber that was still trying to figure him out.

Suddenly, his face turned sullen.“This is great, but I wish I could show my sister this.” he confessed. “I wish I could I have spared her a lot of other things too” he continued.

Does that mean that the Walloubys were not initially wealthy? Did Benjamin just come into this wealth recently?, thought Amber.“All we have is hope that she will wake up.” Amber consoled.“That’s not enough” noted Benjamin.

“Why is it that you doctors know so little about comatose patients?” asked Benjamin earnestly.

“Science and Research takes time. And a lot of money. All the drugs you see today have been years in the making. Thousands of clinical tests fail, even more are inconclusive, and a miracle few make it into a drug or treatment.” said Amber shaking her head.

“There are just too many things to treat. And little number of companies are willing to do that for free.” she lamented further.Benjamin nodded, but suddenly a thought came into his head.“What field of medical science do you practice, Amber?” he asked.

It was the first time he called her by her name.“Neurosurgery. Why?” she asked.“Then, you could do it. You could study what is happening with my sister and others.”“You mean lead a study? Sure, I could. But that’s not going to bear any fruit. These studies are like money pits. No one is going to-”

Benjamin pointed to himself.“No, you can’t. Pharmaceutical companies lose tons of millions of dollars every month on Research and Development. It is unimaginably expensive.”

“How much do you need?” he asked bluntly.Amber was speechless. This man’s selflessness was sweeping her off her feet.“All my life, I’ve listened to people tell me what I can’t do. What is impossible. It’s tiring. How much is the figure for you to study my sister?” he demanded.

“W-We might be looking at north of 75 million dollars, at least.” she managed.“I’ll give you $150 million. And we have to have a lab or something as well too, right? How much do you think Medhill hospital will sell for?”

Amber couldn’t believe the conversation she was having. What was Benjamin thinking? And who was he that was about to bring out $150 million dollars like it was nothing? He didn’t look past 30 years old! Nothing made sense about him.

She felt herself hyperventilating, and took a step back to a get a grip on herself.“MedHill is a small hospital, but reputable in the nation. The board won’t accept anything below $150 million.” she said calmly.“Great. I’ll offer them $200 million” Benjamin said pleased with himself.

“System Initialized. Task 3, Part 2: Ongoing. Abilities granted: Martial Arts unlocked.” came the voice.

Benjamin smiled to himself. He remembered what the old man on the phone said about the system.“Why do all this? All for your sister?” Amber inquired.“Yes. But for another thing too. I’m going to change the world.”