2025-03-12 11:54:21The next morning, Dean met with his father, Mr. John, in a large, open field surrounded by lush greenery. The air was crisp and clean, filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers.
"Today, we're going to start with the basics of gardening ability," Mr. John said, in a firm tone. "As I told you before, this ability is not just about growing plants. It's about controlling the forces of nature and bending them to your will." Dean nodded, eager to learn. Mr John began by teaching him the first skill. "Okay, Dean, let's start with the basics," his father said. "I want you to grow some vines that can wrap around an enemy." Dean nodded and focused his energy. The air around him began to shimmer, and strong vines erupted from the ground, wrapping around a nearby pillar. His father smiled. "Excellent work, Dean! You're a natural." Dean smiled, it was easy for him because he had somehow figured it out all by himself while fighting with Sam and Jerry. Next, his father taught him an elementary ability. "Now, let's try something a bit more challenging," his father said. "I want you to control the wind." Dean nodded and followed his father's steps. A gentle breeze blew, but when his father demonstrated the skill, he was able to knock down a nearby pillar with a powerful gust of wind. Dean tried to replicate this, but his wind was not strong enough. "Not bad, Dean," his father said. "But you need to focus your energy more. Remember, it's not just about waving your hand, it's about channeling your energy." The final exercise was the most challenging. His father opened two cages, one containing a rat and the other a snake. "Okay, Dean, now it's time to learn how to control animals," his father said. "But first, let me show you something." As soon as the rat saw the snake, it instinctively ran away. "You see, Dean, a rat has the ability to kill a small snake, but due to its psychological makeup, its first reaction is to flee," his father explained. His father then demonstrated his control over the rat. With a subtle nod, the rat suddenly became fierce and attacked the snake with skill and precision, ultimately killing it. "Wow, that's amazing!" Dean exclaimed. His father smiled. "Now it's your turn. Try to control the rat." Dean focused his energy and tried to control the rat, but it didn't work. "What am I doing wrong?" Dean asked. "You need to feel the rat's emotions and channel your energy into those emotions before you can control it," his father explained. Dean nodded, understanding the concept. "So, it's not just about controlling the rat, it's about connecting with it on an emotional level." Mr. John chuckled and patted Dean on the back. "Don't worry, son. It takes time and practice to master these skills. Your assignment is to practice each of these skills every day until our next training session. Focus on your breathing and your energy, and don't get discouraged if you don't see immediate results. Dean nodded, determination burning within him. "Understood." Dean had enjoyed his time at the mansion and it was time to return to the military academy and live in the dorm. When he returned to school, he decided to keep a low profile, not revealing that anything had changed in his life as he was avoiding unwanted attention. He walked into the dorm room, looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings. He was surprised to see two guys already settled in, one of whom he recognized. "Peter!" Dean exclaimed, a smile spreading across his face. Peter looked up from his book, a look of surprise on his face. "Dean! I couldn't believe it when I found out we were rooming together again. Fate sure has a way of bringing us together, doesn't it?" Dean chuckled. "It's good to see you again, Peter." The other guy in the room, a quiet-looking individual with a book in front of him, looked up and cleared his throat. "Uh, guys? Could you keep it down? Some of us are trying to study." Dean and Peter apologized and settled in, trying to keep the noise level down. Later that evening, Dean decided to step out of school and take a stroll around the town. As he walked, he pulled out the golden card his father had given him, the one with 10 billion dollars on it. He couldn't help but smile as he thought about the possibilities. He decided to treat himself to a fancy dinner at a restaurant he had always wanted to try. He walked in, feeling a sense of confidence and luxury that he had never felt before. The maître d' looked up at him, a hint of surprise on his face. "Welcome, sir. Right this way." However, before he could take more steps, he bumped into Blake and Delilah.
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Blake's eyes narrowed as he looked at Dean's cheap clothes. "What is this guy doing here?" he sneered. "He's not fit to be in a restaurant like this. He needs to be kicked out immediately”"I'm just here to have a meal, Blake," Dean replied calmly."A meal?" Blake sneered. "You think you can just walk in here and have a meal? You're not even dressed properly.""I'm dressed fine," Dean said, his voice rising."Fine?" Blake laughed. "You're wearing rags. You look like a homeless person."Delilah chimed in, her voice dripping with condescension. "Yeah, you're really not the kind of clientele we usually get here. When will you change Dean?""I don't care about your clientele," Dean said, his anger growing. "I just want to have a meal.""Well, I care," Blake said, his voice rising. "And I don't want to eat in the same restaurant as someone who looks like they just crawled out of a dumpster."The argument was starting to attract attention from the other diners, and the maître d' hurried ove
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Dean took one last glance at his life savings, which barely added up to a hundred dollars, crumpled in his palms.The twenty years old raked his hand through his dark hair, his blue eyes clouded with confusion, as he wondered if he was about to make the right decision. He took a deep breath."I am sorry, mum, we will be late for rent this month."He said, as he entered the jewelry shop. He had been planning this moment for weeks, and finally, the day had arrived. Delilah's birthday was today and he wanted to make it a day she would never forget. Inside the shop, he was greeted by the owner, Mrs. Thompson. She was a warm and friendly woman who had helped Dean's friends find the perfect gifts for their loved ones. "Ah, Dean! What brings you here today?" Mrs. Thompson asked, her mind filled with curiosity. "I'm here to buy an engagement ring," Dean replied in excitement. Mrs. Thompson's face lit up with a warm smile. "Oh, congratulations, Dean! I'm so happy for you. Let me sh
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Dean's eyes widened in confusion as he asked, "Sorry, are you talking to me, sir?" The man, Duke, replied with a bow, "Yes, Young Master." Martha stepped forward, her voice mixed with concern. "Who are you?" Duke stood up, his expression serious. "I am Duke, the assistant of the General, he sent me." The mention of the General's name sent a ripple of fear through the crowd. Everyone knew that the General was the highest authority on earth, and even the rulers feared him. Martha's voice trembled as she asked, "Hope we haven't done anything wrong?" Duke reassured her with a smile. "You guys need to come with me. I promise nothing will happen to you all." Martha nodded, and Duke turned to the landlord, who was still grumbling about the rent. Duke nodded to one of his men, who opened a suitcase and handed the landlord a stack of cash. "Is this okay?" Duke asked, and the landlord's expression changed in an instant. "Yes, thank you, kind sir!" he exclaimed, bowing deeply. With t
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"How is that possible?" Dean asked, his voice shaking with confusion and anger. The General's expression changed to one of sadness, and he sighed heavily. "Long ago, I left your mother when she had just given birth to you. I was young and irresponsible back then. I didn't know how to be a father, and I didn't know how to take care of you both." He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "Later on, I joined the Elite Forces and rose through the ranks. I became the Supreme General, and I felt accomplished. But when I tried to settle down and have a family, I discovered that I had inhaled a toxic gas during battle. It made me unable to bear children." The General's eyes locked onto Dean's, filled with regret. "That's when I started searching for your mother, Martha, to ask for her forgiveness. I wanted to make things right between us." Dean's eyes widened in shock, and he cut the General off. "Wait, hold up. Are you saying that Martha, who has been claiming to be my fo
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Dean headed to the room and freshened up. Just then, he heard a knock on the door."Young master, your father wishes to see you," a female voice spoke."I'll be right there," Dean replied.Dean headed to the sitting room and saw his father sitting behind a table, looking at some documents."Father, you sent for me," Dean said."Yes, I did," his father replied, looking up from the documents. "What course did you study in highschool?""Business management," Dean replied."Perfect!" Mr. Ambrose suddenly commented."Why say so?" Dean asked, curiosity getting the better of him.His father leaned back in his chair, a serious expression on his face. "As you can see, Dean, I am already an old man. One day I would no longer be able to do most of the things I used to do. It's time for you to take over my companies as the rightful heir."Dean's eyes widened in surprise, unsure of what to say. He had never imagined that he would be taking over his father's companies one day.He had never really k
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"How is that possible?" Dean asked, his voice shaking with confusion and anger. The General's expression changed to one of sadness, and he sighed heavily. "Long ago, I left your mother when she had just given birth to you. I was young and irresponsible back then. I didn't know how to be a father, and I didn't know how to take care of you both." He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "Later on, I joined the Elite Forces and rose through the ranks. I became the Supreme General, and I felt accomplished. But when I tried to settle down and have a family, I discovered that I had inhaled a toxic gas during battle. It made me unable to bear children." The General's eyes locked onto Dean's, filled with regret. "That's when I started searching for your mother, Martha, to ask for her forgiveness. I wanted to make things right between us." Dean's eyes widened in shock, and he cut the General off. "Wait, hold up. Are you saying that Martha, who has been claiming to be my fo
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