Today Marcell's fever has gone down. He woke up very early. He headed to the balcony to enjoy the morning air with a cup of tea. The hustle and bustle of the city wasn't too crowded yet. So there wasn't too much pollution either."Are you feeling well?" Mike's voice coming into Marcell's room made the owner of the room turn his head.Marcell could see Mike bringing breakfast and also medicine on a tray. Marcell was not mistaken, in fact Mike knew gratitude. Without being told, the man served him. Although Mike's position has been determined by Marcell as the head of the shop."You should still have breakfast first." Mike put the tray on the table. This time Mike prepared waffles sprinkled with powdered sugar and topped with kiwi fruit and strawberries."You're getting better at cooking," Marcell said coming into the room."Yes, I'm learning slowly. It turns out that trying new things is really fun," Mike replied with a happy look."Eh? When did you make the tea?" asked Mike when he sa
The seminar lasted for four hours. Miu was very enthusiastic at the beginning, but as soon as Marcell turned her head the girl had closed her eyes with regular breathing. I don't know where the thought came from, Marcell wanted to know the girl's personality. In a matter of 5 seconds a green transparent screen appeared. Hwang Miu 19 years old Korean, now a British citizen. - First semester student at Oxford. - Independent. - A girl who is strong and true to herself. - The family breadwinner. - Smart, and always looking for new opportunities. Everything Marcell wanted to know just appeared. After reading, the transparent screen immediately disappeared. "Hey, wake up. The seminar is over." Marcell tapped Miu on the shoulder. Miu moaned her eyes blinking slowly open. Several people were already walking out of the building. "It's over?" asked Miu in confusion. "Yes, you slept very well." Marcell got up from the chair. Miu hurriedly gathered her consciousness and followed
"Seriously?" asked Alan in a higher tone. Surprised. Of course he was surprised. The capital from Puffy Muffy alone Alan felt had not been returned but Marcell confidently wanted to open a branch. Just by saying that. It was amazing how much money the man had. "Wow, you inherited a lot too," said Alan leaning his back against the back of the sofa. Marcell smiled awkwardly. "Yes, I planted stocks and invested. So I guess my money keeps flowing.""Wow, you've been taught how to manage money since childhood. No wonder the money doesn't run out." Again, Alan was amazed by Marcell. Well, even though that wasn't the case."What do you think? Should I open a Puffy Muffy branch now?" asked Marcell. "Do you have the capital?" Alan asked back to make sure. "Yes, very much. You can find a shop in the city center. London for example." Alan was taken aback. I don't know how many times. "You dare to open a business in the city center?" Marcell nodded. "It's not like we should start in the c
Marcell stopped by the hotel after picking up his movement papers. He took off his shoes and coat. The air in New Haven was getting cold. It would soon be winter. Marcell's feet stepped onto the bed and lay down. He would relax for a while before cleaning up. Marcell was just stopping by, not staying overnight. While waiting for his flight back to Oxford, Marcell had rented a one-night hotel room that he would only stay in for a few hours. There was no one Marcell wanted to meet, but one person came to mind. Aunt Ruth. Where was she now? Marcell wasn't yet that great of a person to have an assistant who could access where missing people were. Marcell's hand scrolled through his cell phone searching the internet for the Hermes system. Isn't that what's written on the transparent screen? But nothing, what appears are bags, shoes, and other products from a brand. Does this have anything to do with it? Of course not. Hermes must have another meaning and is not made that clear to be
Prof. Jose nodded."Why is it dangerous?" Dr. Ivan asked. "Isn't it obvious from what Hermes means?""High Entity Righteous Mind External System." Prof. Jose said. He remembered exactly what Hermes was. "High Entity is a representation of the system, which is a high entity equivalent to a god."Dr. Ivan nodded."Righteous Mind, the output, will help M155 to have virtuous thoughts. An example would be managing the money from the system or doing good with the money.""Then where is the danger?" asked Dr. Ivan who had not yet found the answer to his confusion. "External System. The system that runs is outside of M155's personal consciousness. So the subject seems to have his own mind in the system. We will not know what the system will do to the subject." Prof. Jose added. "Can't we monitor it?"Prof. Jose was silent. Actually, even though he was the best graduate of technology science there was still a lot he didn't know about 155.23. For Prof. Jose 155.23 was too complicated. Unlike
Marcell arrived at Cottesloe and Sunnymead parks at 10am, where the festival was in full swing. Marcell's eyes took in every booth. It turned out that Puffy Muffy was not the only booth selling cakes, there were two others that he felt might be Puffy Muffy's rivals."Marcell!" the shout that Marcell recognized as Mike's voice echoed. Making him turn his head and look for the source of the voice. "Hey!" Mike shouted again which immediately made Marcell's sight catch his presence. Marcell's feet stepped towards him. "Hey how is it?" asked Marcell asking for sales at the Puffy Muffy booth. I don't know whose idea it was, but it looked beautifully decorated in a combination of blue colors like in the store."I'm sorry, not many people know about Puffy Muffy yet so they mostly visit other booths." Alan lifted his chin towards a pink cake booth called Love Cake. Marcell followed the direction where Alan's eyes were looking. Indeed, there seemed to be more visitors. At the moment, there w
"Hmmm... this is delicious, exactly what my grandmother made. Makes me nostalgic for my childhood." Andreas praised, eating the cherry pie even more voraciously. "Thank you, feel free to stop by our shop." Alan said. Their conversation flowed smoothly. Andreas seemed happy to be among them. Until Marcell received a dinner invitation at the Shangri-La The Sard hotel, London. Where there will be many business people coming. Andreas said it was the hotel's 11th anniversary. "Nice to meet you guys. Don't forget my invitation next Thursday," Andreas said, patting Marcell's arm lightly and leaving the Puffy Muffy booth.Marcell stared intently at Andreas' retreating back. His mind focused on one question. What kind of person is Andreas Hubert? But the system screen didn't tell him. More precisely...HERMES SYSTEM: COME TO THE INVITATION MR. HUBERT HAS EXTENDED. FIND THE ANSWER THERE!GOOD LUCK!Hm... the system rejects Marcell's request. He is increasingly unclear about how the system
Marcell arrived at London's Shangri-La The Shard hotel 15 minutes before the event began. As a nouveau riche, Marcell was still gaping at the sight of such a prestigious event. I don't know what dream he had to get an invitation to a five-star hotel birthday in the city center. This time he was not alone, there was Alan who accompanied him to this event. Marcell was still stiff talking to important people. For this reason, Alan, who was older than him and had work experience meeting with many clients for a long time, felt he could help Marcell. "They must be wondering which company you own. Or are you the son of a conglomerate." Alan whispered, telling the situation as the invited guests looked at Marcell in confusion. Alan himself walked a little behind Marcell making them think that Alan was his personal assistant. "Do you think so?" asked Marcell to confirm. He didn't really realize that the stares of some of the invited guests meant what Alan said. Marcell thought they wer