In the next few seconds, Manager Jeremy began sobbing on the phone. “Boss, I…I can’t believe this! Are you serious? Oh my God….”“Calm down, Manager Jeremy.” William had one hand in his pajamas, striking a cool pose, while maintaining his calm voice. “Look, I don’t usually give away my shares to my managers. So note that this will never happen again.”The reason William had done this was simple: he felt extremely guilty about this manager. The chaos that rained down on the Sand Club Estate was because of him. Woodruff Camillo and Veronica Parker had come after that establishment because they knew it belonged to him. The week-long suffering that Manager Jeremy and the employees endured was because of him, and that was a burden even 15% of his shares at the club estate will never erase. Yet, doing this, along with compensating the injured, traumatized, and the dead, might ease the guilt eating at him every time he remembers what they went through.“Mr. Andre Leverque will present th
The McArthur bodyguards’ base was the size of a colosseum. Due to the nature of their service, the center is filled with an extremely rich providence of training tool, to keep each and everyone of the numerous McArthur bodyguards in tip-top shape.William was still in awe, just like the first time he saw this place. The center of this colosseum had all the tools one could think of needed to train. There were also special rooms where battle scenes are stimulated with the significant aid of incredibly advanced technology.As soon as William exited the luxurious car with his grandfather, Head Butler Mike, and Commander Gideon, he was led through this huge building, taking a brief tour.About an hour later, the group of highest authority took a special elevator underground. William couldn’t help glancing around the sizeable elevator, keeping mind on the number dropping into the negative spectrum. “I had no idea that there were building beneath the bodyguards’ base.”“That’s because you
William found himself staring at the seemingly endless line of cylindrical capsules made of metal. These capsules were at human sizes and the lines in which these capsules are arranged, side by side, formed rings around the room, layered vertically. Through the square transparent tops of the countless capsules, it is easily clear to see whoever or whatever is occupying each one.“Holy shit.” William breathed out. “Are these the capsules you guys talked about?” Despite this question, he didn’t need an answer as what he was seeing was basically proof enough. As his eyes glided around these rings of capsules, he soon found some of them were occupied by humanoid figures. “I’m guessing the occupied ones are McArthur bodyguards in need of urgent treatments.”Billiard smiled proudly as he walked forward, standing right beside his grandson. “Yes. But as you can see, there is barely a significant amount of capsules being occupied. That’s because these capsules are only necessary when the bo
A shiver ran down William’s back as he grasped this information, quickly digesting it. “Grandpa Bill, are you saying that our McArthur bodyguards were…..born this way?” The undertone of skepticism wasn’t posted in his voice at all. Billiard chuckled along with Mike Barathea before he gestured back towards the entrance they passed over here. “Ley’s head back to the main quarter and I’ll explain everything.” Minutes later, William found himself, along with the three older men, back in the brightly lit room with the round table.There was a moment of stark silence before Billiard nodded his head at Mike Barathea. “Turn on the hologram.”“Yes, Master.” Mike’s hand went under the table, and seconds later, the center of the table lit up. Flashes of light were ejected upward, resulting in multiple images coming into formation.William stared at the images on the holographic screens. Apart from one of the images containing an unknown island, the rest were depicted paintings. On closer
William’s question brought an ominous expression on Billiard’s face. “My boy, I’m sure you’re already quite aware that nothing about the Bermuda Triangle is ever normal. It’s a place shrouded in one huge extremely thick cloud of mystery, both physically and metaphorically. No foreigner has ever been blessed enough to ever escape once they enter any part of the boundary.”William said no words, simply staring at his grandfather with curiosity in his eyes. He wanted answers.Billiard decided to not keep his grandson in suspense any longer. “It’s because the people of Uthrra Island were both savagery and one of the most advanced people in the world at the time. When it came to outsiders, our ancestors were one of the most hostile people in the world, but then we also possessed a vast knowledge of advanced science in a broader sense. In this field, the high authorities of Uthrra Island were already contemplating the complex theories of time machines while the rest of the world was just
“Grandpa Bill, I don’t understand .” Despite these words from William’s mouth, he had his suspicions. Still, it was best that the person with the facts confirmed them first.Billiard glanced at his head butler, seemingly receiving the needed strength in silence. “The technology that was successfully developed in creating these super humans were….incredibly energy consuming, at least according to the history that my predecessors left to me.” His gaze was lost in the distance, dazed with a slight frown, as his index finger tapped against the table. “It took about fifty years before the goal was finally reached. By then, two hundred thousand men had been lost during this horrible experimentation. Worse, over two million women lost their lives. With the death count rising each year, and the island authorities refusing to stop using the citizens of Uthrra Island until they got what they wanted, a civil war broke out. This, lasted almost a decade.” William stared at the stoic expression
Billiard sighed. “Antonia McArthur was hunted down and captured. Her father would have been able to save her using his power and influence. Yet, finding out that his own daughter was the traitor giving information to the rebellion for e, made things impossible. Antonia was subjected to the experiment without mercy. The technology was advanced, but it was quite gruesome to the body and mind of the subject. For the next few months, her body was forced to produce a lot of eggs. They also found the perfect sperm donors.” There was a brief silence, carrying with it a bone-chilling cold. “Just like that, the creations that you see today were the results of the cruel experiment she was subjected to.”William balled his fists as he felt righteous anger boiling through his heart. At first, Uthrra Island sounded like a kind of heaven on earth. Despite being hostile to the outside world, it could easily be assumed as some sort of utopian mini-world. Yet, it didn’t even take up to an hour befor
Billiard turned to his head butler. “Mike, you explain it to my grandson.” He was getting quite tired, and by the next few seconds, Commander Gideon had actually retrieved a chair for the old man to sit on.“Understood, Master Billiard.” Mike bowed slightly to the master of the McArthur family before turning to William. “Antonia’s father had quickly become a hungry militant after killing the other authorities. Uthrra Island had been turned into a literal hell on earth. It was right then when he was all geared up to lead the army of superhumans out of the Bermuda Triangle and take over the world, that he discovered that he had been someone else’s puppet, an object of a means to an end. More shocking was when he found out that his puppeteer was his own daughter.”William shook his head. “But how on earth is that possible?” The confusion was evident on his face. “Antonia was still locked away, so….”“It was her blood, Young Master William.” Head Butler Mike Barathea spoke with a stif