The cool whiff of the evening breeze, whipped past fleetingly, and with a gasp, Arnold’s eyes shot open albeit painstakingly.
At the same time, he felt a splitting ache in his skull, and blinking through his blurred vision, he closed his eyes again, and tried to remember where he was.He could hear voices nearby, the faint sounds of ambulance sirens wailing loudly, and he groaned as a wave of nausea swept over him."What was happening to him? Where was he?" He wondered, as he tried to move his stiff body ,but unfortunately, he couldn’t. And then it slammed into him all at once, like a ton of bricks and suddenly everything that’d happened came flooding back to him.The disgraceful wedding scene. Him getting drunk afterward and attacked by a group of vile men who had beaten him to a pulp and robbed him. Then……… the accident.“No…” The words tore out of his lips in a rush, and just as he tried again to get up from the hard bricked floor he heard a voice in his head.‘Of course, Not. You can’t die just yet.’“Huh?” Arnold was startled, confusion coursing through him as he tried to decipher who had that voice.It was a rather unfamiliar one, and he tried to open his eyes once more, but his eyelids remained stagnant like they’d been smeared with glue.‘Hello, Mr Arnold Stone.‘“Who are you?” He wanted to ask, but moving his lips just didn't seem possible at the moment.‘I can hear everything’s that’s going on in your mind. You can call me Nexus.’ The somewhat robotic voice replied. ‘I am your system host caretaker, ruler of the underworld and owner of wealth."This made no sense. Arnold was definitely dead, and this was probably the moment before he got to Hell or Heaven it seemed. He was never one to believe in stuffs like that, or the after life, but oh well…As he continued to think, trying his possible best to put two and two together, a bright screen appeared in front of him almost blinding and making his vision distorted..It was a large flat black square, and the words “SUPREME LAVISH SYSTEM - THE NEXUS” were printed across it in white block lettering.Small sparkly objects that looked like wads of bundled cash, hovered near the bottom of the screen and rotated on their own axis , occasionally giving off flashes of blue light or flashing red once in a while.‘System activating. 15%…30%…45%… Activation half completed.’Then the bright screen in his line of vision dimmed, and another picture appeared on the screen. This time it was his own reflection.Standing tall, dressed in his wedding suit, with a strange cap on his head, Arnold stared at the screen in confusion yet again, different questions whirling in his head, when suddenly the voice from earlier began to talk.‘Welcome aboard the Nexus, Host Arnold Stone. You’ve been single-handedly picked by the system, to carry on it’s legacies, until your time here is complete and you’ve achieved enough wealth as you may so desire.’“Huh?”‘You’re just the right man for the system, and considering your horrific past, Nexus has taken pity on you, and decided to transfer its wealth to you.’ Whoever was speaking drawled on.‘Please take note that there are precautions to be taken, and this system is a one to one binding system that cannot be transferred. Once your task is completed, you’re free to opt out on one condition.‘Whatever had conditions, wasn’t always good things but Arnold was stuck! Literally! He couldn't even speak!‘The condition would be revealed to you during the course of your system journey.‘ Maybe Arnold was imagining things, but something didn't sit right. Nexus's voice sounded malicious somehow. ‘But for now, it’s time for a brief personal introduction.‘Immediately, the previous screen went off and was replaced by another without his picture. Instead little texts with information about him began to pop up.HOST - ARNOLD STONE.AGE - 30 years of age.NEXUS POINT BALANCE – Wealth currently locked.BODY - 55 -AverageMIND - 11 - Fragile. Can easily be manipulated.LAVISH POINTS - 0SYSTEM USAGE - The host, Arnold Stone will obtain 100,000 lavish point, after spending 1 million dollars. This will be added to host’s personal balance, and it can also be used to boost life, better host’s skill and wits.SYSTEM QUESTS & TASKS – The host, Arnold Stone would be required to carry on specific tasks and quests as time goes on. The faster the task accomplished, the higher host’s reward money and lavish points increases. For example – If host is asked to pay for some certain goods, or spend money on something irrelevant, and host does so successfully, then points would be added to his Lavish bank, and he would be able convert the point to money and use it on himself.PRECAUTION/WARNING – If host accomplishes a task before the certain amount of days given, he will receive additional bonus points. If host fails and does not complete the task given, he would lose 100,000 lavish points from his balance.Arnold blinked with shaky eyelids as he dutifully read the words on the screen, trying to understand what he was seeing.At the same time, his rather stiff body moved a bit, and he could feel some hands on his body.‘What's going on?’ He thought to himself and just before he could get any answer, he heard the voice, which he’d come to associate as that of the Nexus, speak again.‘60%…75%…90%…100%… Activation fully completed. Welcome once again, Arnold Stone to The Nexus. A dark system, which has identified the host as poor and weak, without wealth and riches, and a broken heart. Now the system will give the host everything he so desires, provided he obeys certain rules, and perform certain tasks. The host balance which is still locked for the time being is uncountable and can be activated in any bank around the world, so far as the host provides his fingerprint, face, and customized black cards that would be provided soon.‘‘What customized cards? What are you talking about?‘ Arnold should have known to stop asking questions at this point because he couldn't even voice them out.‘ONE LAST RULE - There is only but one rule. The host can’t use his Nexus point balance to buy any expensive personal item. Only the lavish point obtained by completion of certain tasks and events can be used on the host only. Any violation to this rule, could result in the untimely death of the host.’‘Death? Wait, what is this? Who are you? Can I get a glimpse of the person I’m talking to?’Arnold was beginning to feel dizzy, his head still swirling. But it was too late and just like that the bright screen went off.The splitting ache in his head seemed to have died down a bit too, and as if on impulse again, he felt a sudden surge of strength within his entire body.Instantly he opened his eyes with a grunt, and surprisingly pushed himself upwards from the floor.He had regained consciousness and shockingly he had no bruises.Just what the hell had happened to him?Looking around him, Arnold found himself surrounded by what seemed to be tens of people, most of them looking shocked.Some looked frightened, others looked worried and they were pointing fingers at him.“He’s alive.” Someone close by said.“He doesn’t look hurt. What do you think will happen now?” Another added.He blinked his eyes again, and took in his surroundings.He was in the middle of the road, and from what he could deduce, there were ambulances and sirens everywhere.Everything looked like a nightmare scene out of a movie— where everything had been quiet or peaceful just a moment ago, but now chaos reigned once more.A few feet away from him, Arnold saw what looked like a tumbled over truck, and he could see blood dripping off of it.Not his blood. He noted, because he looked strong and fine.A figure lay prone on the ground, motionless and seemingly lifeless and also covered in white sheet.Probably the driver of the truck- Arnold mused to himself.“Hello there.” A strange
Arnold still couldn't wrap his head around it. Maybe it was the misfortune all his life speaking but it all felt like a dream he would just suddenly wake up from."Ow!" He hissed, and head held high, Arnold began to walk the streets, going straight to his apartment building, and in no time he arrived.Black soot coated the walls of the apartment complex. The once bright red hue was no longer it's original color. Instead it had patches of sickly green all over. It looked like it could pass for a work of art but it wasn't. It was a dumpster all in all. A soft wind blew by and a creak accompanied it. It was late at night and everywhere was eerily quiet, so even the faintest sound reached Arnold's ears. It was his window.The sill was broken and the glass was cracked. The sun's rays bounced off it and Arnold discovered a not so tiny hole.So that's where the rats and geckos were coming in from. Honestly, Arnold couldn't even remember what condition it was when he moved in."What the?" A
Arnold didn't know if it was the chill night air, or the fact that he'd completed his first task successfully that made the car ride enjoyable.All he knew was that the bubbling feeling he felt inside wasn't one he'd felt in a long time. As the taxi zoomed on, his hand slid into his pockets.A groan slid past his lips as he replayed the painful memory of the night’s event in his head. Recollecting the punches he'd gotten, he winced involuntarily even though they no longer hurt. The appearance of high-rise buildings momentarily wowed Arnold. They'd gotten to the more developed urban part of the city and Arnold was speechless. He'd never been to this area because, to be honest, what would the old Arnold possibly be doing here? He definitely didn't fit in with these caliber of people."Are we almost there?" Arnold asked the cab driver, who was happily whistling away to a tune on the radio."At the phone store?”“Yes.” Arnold said and peered onto the road. Far ahead were curves he'd only
Arnold woke up to the heady scent of luxury. For the first time in his entire life, he had slept without any form of discomfort. All he could feel was the fluffy beddings and the pillows that felt like tufts of cloud.After the incident with the hotel staff, they had apologized to him profusely and provided everything he needed immediately. Fueled by the doors his money opened for him and the endless privileges, he had entered cloud nine from yesterday until today.He opened his eyes and all he could see was white. If he didn't know any better, he would have simply assumed that he must be in heaven.He stood abruptly, letting the soft, white duvet slide off his bare skin and walked into the adjourning bathroom in his birthday suit. After showering, he laid out the brand new designer clothes he'd ordered on the bed, sniffing it like a savage before proceeding to put it on — with the tags still intact, of course.As he put on the gray suit trouser, he heard a light buzz coming from his d
Arnold went to answer the knock on the door with apprehension. His arms were suddenly stiff and his neck felt like it had twisted in one direction and couldn't straighten any longer.Still, he led his body toward the door and asked, "Who's there?""I'm the maid assign—"Before she could finish speaking, he opened the door. Relief washed over him as he stared at the smallish woman in her cleaning uniform in front of him.For a moment there, he had thought it was someone related to his first quest. The Nexus had not yet told him the details of the quest and he was feeling queasy already. What would this quest be? It seemed the Nexus liked to keep his on his toes."Can I come in?" the woman asked.He looked down at her and moved aside as she rolled her cleaning trolley into his hotel room. He'd been so consumed in his thoughts that he hadn't remembered to let her in.He wanted to say sorry but he decided against it. The old him would have blurted out sorry at the speed of light. Then agai
Mr Larry watched Arnold speak. He watched him try to articulate his words very well. He puffed out smoke from his cigar repeatedly. Sometimes, he did it so close to Arnold’s face that he could see the visible disgust on the man's face. It gave him some sort of sick pleasure.“Hold on.”Arnold looked up at Larry, wondering why he suddenly told him to hold on.“Yes?” Arnold asked, now looking at Larry intently, his eyes examining the man’s face. From his examination, he made a finding: Mr Larry's lips didn’t resemble that of a smoker. It was surprisingly clean and fresh-looking.“Why?”Arnold was beginning to wonder. He shook his head to stop his distracting train of thought. “Why what?”“Why the fuck should I invest in your business? Let’s say, okay, I’m interested in this business idea you’re pitching to me, why do you think I should invest in it?” Larry laughed — a dark, long laugh. He reached out and put out his cigarette on the ashtray beside him. “From what you’ve said so far, it
‘Arnold.’Someone was calling him.‘Arnold.’That voice again.He shook his head and he could swear that the feeling was gone almost instantly. It was fast and surprising.'Arnold.'That voice yet again. That voice in his head was speaking to him. He snapped out of his reverie and left the old man’s gaze finally.The feeling was gone and the locked gaze was broken.“Yes?” he replied the voice.Somehow, now that he had gone through this number of humiliating experiences, he didn’t exactly care if he looked crazy. Heck, he might as well be crazy taking orders from that invisible being that had somehow taken up room in his body, in his mind and was controlling him with a voice and the promise of money.‘Your quest has been completed and I can literally hear your thoughts, Arnold.'“Well, good for you," Arnold whispered in reply. "Just tell me the score so we can as well get over with this first quest.”At this point, he was shameless. What was at stake was suddenly greater than saving fac
There was a cafe on the hotel's ground floor, just a few meters away from the hotel lobby. It was serene yet there was a slight bustle to it — similar to ruffling feathers. For its wonderful qualities, it was very expensive. It had some of the most expensive coffee Arnold had ever seen not to even consider drinking. But, here he was, sipping a latte like it the most mundane thing ever. He took his time to savour the taste. It was nothing extraordinary, just overpriced. It was quite disappointing but he could guess that the price was more for the ambience than it was for the coffee.This morning as the sun streamed in through the windows, he tried to soak in everything and just be in the moment for once. He was wearing a casual get-up, trying to match the atmosphere: a pristine checkered shirt rolled up to show his strong hand and a black trouser.Even as he tried to look and feel zen, his head was running round and round in circles as he tried to calculate how much he’d spent and ho