Living in the big city is not as easy as Marcell imagined. Huft. He had only slept for 5 hours and had to get up early to deliver newspapers to loyal Hot News subscribers. After that, he came to Yale University, to work. Don't think Marcell went to college, just to survive Marcell had to do more than 3 part-time jobs. Marcell Clark grew up in an orphanage and migrated at the age of 17. While finishing high school, Marcell took part-time jobs.
Until he finished high school, he also had to work. Raising money to go to college. Marcell didn't have parents who gave him money to finish his education. Marcell stood by himself.
"Your face looks very tired," said Peter, his coworker.
Marcell exhaled. He didn't know how long he would be like this, unable to relax and prepare for tomorrow. The man prepared a package that he had to deliver to the recipient.
"Why is this not finished?" asked Marcell softly. He was actually very tired. Last night after returning from working at the bar, Marcell studied for college readiness. Even though there was no application money yet, Marcell still had to prepare his knowledge. Oxford University was too high for him who lacked knowledge facilities. Everything was limited, Marcell didn't even have a laptop. But his high spirit looked for all the ways he could become someone with insight.
"The package just arrived. Every day a package comes," Peter replied, reminding that every day the expedition courier continued to deliver packages to Yale University. I don't know what the customer bought.
Marcell looked bored, stopped his work and checked his cell phone. He had not replied to a message from his girlfriend, Jasmine. The beautiful girl with whom he has been in a relationship for the past year. Jasmine is a fun girl, and Marcell likes being around her. Jasmine was his only passion at the moment.
One day, he would build a secure life for his girlfriend. That was Marcell's promise for all his hard work. Marcell typed a few words in reply to Jasmine's message. Saying that Marcell would be busy today due to a lot of work.
"Let me deliver the packages first," Marcell said, pushing the troly filled with packages belonging to Yale University students or lecturers.
Peter gave Marcell a thumbs up in reply. The man himself was busy ticking off the names of the recipients who had received the packages.
Marcell walked through Yale University with his troly. Giving package after package to the recipients. Of course, to lecturers and students whom he had previously contacted for confirmation. Actually, packages for students can be picked up directly at the Yale University package room, because the presence of students is uncertain. Unlike lecturers who are always on the spot. Or Marcell just put the package in their locker with a notification via chat message.
Now his troly only had one package left. With a destination to the gym room. There were also lockers for visitors who wanted to exercise. Usually each room also had lockers provided, according to where the visitor was and where they were going at that time to fill in the details on the package.
"You're so beautiful today."
"I look beautiful every day Stefan."
Marcell's brow furrowed, he sharpened his hearing as he was familiar with her voice.
"Hmm yes, and I hope your beauty is only for me." Stefan looked at Jasmine closely.
Jasmine chuckled. "It's only for you, who else would it be?"
Stefan chuckled. "Just break up with your boyfriend. He's poor and pathetic. What's in it for you."
Marcell was stunned. He turned his head right and left looking for the source of the voice. He recognized this voice. The voice of his girlfriend, Jasmine. Marcell's body took a small step closer to the gym. There were only two people inside. His girlfriend and who knows, one tall blonde man.
"He is useful. He's smart and not stingy. He does all my assignments. And Marcell regularly buys gifts for me every week." Jasmine's small chuckle was meant to demonize her boyfriend. "But I don't know, it seems like his life will continue like that. I wouldn't marry a man like that."
Marcell clenched his fists. He boldly entered the gym and made Jasmine turn around in surprise.
Stefan, Jasmine's mistress also turned around. His frivolous smile grew as soon as he realized who had entered. "Is that your pathetic boyfriend?"
Jasmine then aligned her face. She was already caught, so she might as well do it. Why defend yourself and brag? "Hi sweetie. Working?" Jasmine asked rhetorically.
Stefan examined Marcell's outfit from top to bottom. With the work uniform, the t-shirt with the PD logo with the Paket Delivery stand for. And the hat Marcell wore was similar to the logo on his shirt.
"Tsk..tsk..tsk.. he's so handsome." Stefan quipped lightly.
Actually Marcell was handsome, but his limited clothing style and unkempt face made him look dull. Marcell was 185 cm tall and his arms were muscular as a result of his early morning exercise and a lot of work.
Marcell's teeth chattered with anger. He realized he was just a poor man with no family background. Do all rich people treat poor people like this?
Marcell knew the man beside Jasmine. The quarterback of the Yale University soccer team. His popularity has skyrocketed because he comes from a rich background. His father owned a paper company in New Haven.
"Why?" asked Stefan defiantly as he saw Marcell throwing him a glare. "Are you angry about all the things your girlfriend said?" Stefan pulled Jasmine's waist closer. The girl kissed Stefan briefly on the cheek. Showing openly that she was now dating Stefan.
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Damn it.Marcell wanted to punch Stefan's arrogant face. He knew there would be a lot of things that could happen if that handsome ass had a purple bruise on his face. His parents would sue and Marcell could go to jail. Huftt... it's so sad to be poor.There was no one to defend him, even to defend himself Marcell had to think twice. His life was never free, he could only hold grudges and anger. Even a scolding or a punch was hard to swallow."Why?" Marcell asked.Not to Stefan, but to his girlfriend Jasmine. Or now it could be called an ex-lover because his presence was not that important to Jasmine. That girl only thought about her happiness."Why what?" Stefan asked back."I asked Jasmine." Marcell looked at Jasmine coldly.Stefan let out a rough breath. He didn't expect Marcell to be this cold to him. How dare he."What did you want to ask?" Jasmine said."Why did you choose a man like this?" Marcell pointed at Stefan without even glancing at her.Jasmine stifled a giggle. Does so
Forty minutes later Marcell was still in the same state. Until a cleaning service who got a picket to clean the gym room was surprised to see a man unconscious with blood pouring out.The cleaning service, named Mike, called out to the people passing by in front of the gym. Asking for help because someone was injured in the gym room. Mike looked so panicked because Marcell's body was limp without the sound of his breathing or his stomach rhythmically rising and falling.So Mike went to accompany Marcell directly to the hospital with the help of someone who called the ambulance earlier.As time passed, Mike silently prayed for Marcell's safety. He knew Marcell was nobody and didn't know Marcell. But finding someone lying there, motionless with so much blood was enough to make Mike's heart flutter.Mike swore this was the scariest thing he'd ever experienced. What if this was a murder?Seeing as Marcell's body was found in work clothes not gym clothes. Surely the man wasn't having an ac
SYSTEM : "TAKE THE $1,000,000 IN YOUR ACCOUNT AND SPEND IT IN 3 DAYS."Just like that there are no other options. But was this real, or was it just Marcell's dream."Who are you, what are you?" asked Marcell softly. It felt strange because the system's voice came out of his own head. What and who was Marcell actually talking to?But Hermes system did not answer Marcell's question.Would something happen if Marcell pressed the "NO" button?For five minutes Marcell was silent with a stare in front of him, which perhaps if other people were paying attention just stared blankly.SYSTEM : "Marcell Clark? You have one second left!" Not answering Marcell's question instead the voice inside his head gave a warning.Making Marcell reluctant to press the "YES" button.Next the screen rotated to show the loading logo and a second later the check logo was displayed on the screen. Switching again to the text:SYSTEM : "$1,000,000 HAS BEEN DEPOSITED IN YOUR ACCOUNT. PLEASE COMPLETE THE CHALLENGE TO
"How much do I have to pay?" asked Marcell."700 thousand dollars.""Deal."In the meantime, Marcell could not buy land in the city center. He had already spent 700,000 dollars on an apartment unit. Finished with the apartment purchase negotiations, Marcell took his leave.Next for college facilities and investment Marcell needed a laptop, new gadgets, and maybe clothes, shoes and so on. He didn't have any nice clothes, for sure Marcell had to change his clothing style so that people wouldn't get suspicious. Like Alan earlier who was a little doubtful about Marcell, because Marcell's appearance looked ordinary.Marcell also needed to take care of his face, which was dull because he was often exposed to pollution and the sun. Next, before the flight to New Haven. Marcell went shopping at the nearest mall. He bought almost a closet of clothes and more than 12 pairs of shoes. Bought an expensive watch, bought a bag, went into an electronics store and ended up at a beauty clinic.He would
SYSTEM: "YOU HAVE ONE HOUR LEFT." Marcell frowned. SYSTEM: "ONCE AGAIN, YOU HAVE ONE HOUR LEFT." The voice from Marcell's head was heard again. Oh my!!! Marcell did need money for his survival in England. But the money from Hermes system must run out soon. Marcell still has savings that he took yesterday at the ATM near the hospital, Marcell has put it back into the account. So for food and other needs Marcell will cover first from the savings. After all, he has also started investing and mutual funds. Should I just invest the money again? Marcell scrolled through his phone until he accidentally found a social web that could donate via transfer. A web that contains activities of the learning process on a remote island, how families in the countryside live or the story of the Central African Republic that is often posted by artists on social media. Without further ado, Marcell went straight to the donation page. And the man handed over the entire amount left in the account from
Drrrt... drrrt... And the sound of the cell phone ringing brought Marcell out of his reverie. He went back to his room and picked up his cell phone."Yes Alan?" asked Marcell as he picked up the phone from Alan."Are you at the apartment? I went there this afternoon with my friend to deliver the car you ordered. But we rang the bell and there was no response. Where are you?" asked Alan.Ah yes Marcell just remembered that one thing. Against his will Marcell also didn't know he would fall asleep for that long."Well, I'm already at the apartment. But there's no need to rush, you can drop her off tomorrow. I want to rest today," Marcell replied because it felt like he needed a break after three hectic days of frantically spending 1 million dollars. Especially when he had just had a minor accident due to a fight."Okay then, have a good rest. I'll confirm tomorrow if you want to deliver the car.""Ah yes, I need your help," said Marcell holding Alan who was about to hang up."Are you lo
Marcell was all dressed up and ready to go to Oxford University. He went back to take care of the registration and complete the files that had been delayed. He smiled with joy when he saw his dream car parked in the basement of the apartment. Marcell could drive because he had previously worked part-time as a valet at a hotel in New Haven. His skills became more proficient when he also had experience driving as a taxi driver.All of Marcell's life experiences finally paid off, and the wisdom was that the man didn't need to learn to drive again. Brmmmm...Brummmm..bruummm...This sound even sounds melodious to Marcell's ears. Well look at it all now Marcell is an awesome rich guy. He was confidently walking down the streets of Oxford. He couldn't stop giving thanks for having the opportunity to be in this position.Because of Marcell's happy mood, he was not focused when he parked his car. Unintentionally making someone crash.SRETT...BUGG!"Aw!" someone's screech made Marcell reali
"Good afternoon, Mr. Clark. We're from Monzo Bank."Marcell looked at the two people in front of him in confusion. "Can I help you?" Marcell asked. This was strange, this was the first time the bank had approached him."I'm Chris and this is my colleague Barney. Can we talk inside?" Chris asked, implying that they were going to talk a lot.Marcell nodded, opened the door wider and invited them to enter his unit. Marcell grabbed two canned drinks from his fridge and placed them on the table. "What's up?" asked Marcell matter-of-factly.Barney was busy taking out some documents from his bag and handing some to Chris."Thank you in advance for trusting Monzo Bank. We saw your transaction list for 3 days in a row in a large amount. I know there must be some discomfort with your card limit." Chris paused for a moment, making Marcell nervous.Of course he was still afraid if some official parties suspected him. Especially with the unreadable mutations in the account. Since moving to the UK