Last Updated:
2024-10-29 19:42:56
CypborgSo, this Author is participating in the adventure contest and needs your utmost support.... Thanks
Previous Chapter
Related Chapters
The Fool's Gold The Chariot!
He slipped the card into his pocket, determined not to lose it. After all, he needed it to find his way home.Although, him being here was the perfect opportunity to ask the questions that had been swirling through his mind. He just needed to find that wizard man again.He knelt down by the edge of the water, transfixed by its strange, swirling depths. He leaned in closer, trying to see his reflection, but what he saw in the water left him stunned.“Ah!!!” Sultan recoiled with a startled cry, his heart pounding in his chest. "What the...?" he gasped, eyes wide in shock. "That's not me!" His reflection didn't look anything like him - in fact, it was the face of a…..Once again, Sultan slowly approached the water, ready for whatever he might see. He looked into the water, and this time his heart nearly leapt out of his chest. He couldn't believe his eyes. In the reflection, he saw not his own face, but the face of a joker, a jester. The joker's lips were painted red, his face was whit
The Fool's Gold Slimy String
Sultan was momentarily dazed, but then his conscience spoke to him: "What are you still waiting for? Why not just throw the card and leave this place? You have no purpose here." The voice was right. Sultan had no reason to stay here anymore. It was time to go home.Sultan considered the idea of leaving this place. There was truly nothing holding him here. But what about the man in white, who was half human and half chariot? Plus, he also needed to get his answers from that wizard man. “He's the hermit, right?” Sultan muttered as he raised his brow, definitely thinking it through.But, he couldn't just call out to the hermit and expect him to appear, right?. So, he decided to throw the card into the air and just leave. As he drew out the card from inside his pocket, he noticed that the image had changed again. Now, it depicted a river with iridescent blue-green water and strange, purple lines that resembled sticks, each with a glowing, shiny tip. The sticks looked like a magical wa
The Fool's Gold Frozen In Place
The three thugs were quickly approaching him, and the third one emptied a bottle he was holding leisurely and hit it against the wall, then picked up a jagged shard of glass. "You better empty your pockets, or we'll mess up your pretty face," the thug threatened, sneering. It was the same thing that had happened before he'd disappeared into the Major Arcana wall. Time was repeating itself. Sultan slowly muttered under his breath, "What's going on? How is this happening?"This was exactly the same thing that happened before he went over to Major Arcana World. At this point, what he did last time was place his hand in his pocket, though afraid to give them the gold card that didn't belong to him, he brought out the tarot card and showed them. Then the one in the middle, who was hooded, asked him if that was all he had and what kind of card the tarot card was. He told them it wasn't a bank card, but they should watch, and then he threw the tarot card. Yes, this was all that happened
The Fool's Gold Young Master Watson
Frrrrr! Pewww! Frrrrr! Pewww! Sultan snored away, completely oblivious to the outside world. It was hard to tell if he was enjoying his sleep, but he certainly seemed content. However, just a few hours ago, he had been running frantically, with no particular destination in mind. But somehow, his feet had brought him home. With a sigh of relief, Sultan entered his home and went straight to his bed, which was little more than a worn-out mattress on the floor. He collapsed onto it, closed his eyes, and within minutes, he was fast asleep and snoring loudly. Currently, he is having a dream. In his dream, Sultan was sitting at a table with a group of people, all of whom he recognized from the city's most prestigious families. He knew them all, except for one person. The mysterious stranger sat at the head of the table, looking directly at him with piercing eyes. In the midst of his conversation with the other guests, Sultan turned to the stranger and introduced himself. "Hello, I
The Fool's Gold Young Master Watson (2)
Sultan stammered, "Um, excuse me, sir, I think you have the wrong person. I'm not a Watson, I'm just an ordinary person living here." He was thoroughly confused, not understanding why this man was calling him "young master" or why he was insisting on escorting him anywhere. He wanted to clear up the misunderstanding, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about this whole situation. In fact, everything has been off in his life since he took that colour paper, argh!The man held up a hand to silence Sultan, saying, "There's no need to lie, young master. I know who you are. The Watsons have been searching for you for months. Why have you been hiding from them? Don't you know how good you have it? You have everything you could possibly want, handed to you on a silver platter." Sultan's mouth was hanging open, and he struggled to process what this man was saying. Nothing was making sense."Sir, I appreciate that you're trying to be helpful, but I can assure you that I
The Fool's Gold I Am Sultan Watson
"Hello?" he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Has it been done?" There was a pause, and then he continued, "I told you to be smart about this. I expected you to apprehend the young Watson before anyone else could get to them. But it seems like an older man beat you to it. Unacceptable."His voice was cold and harsh as he continued, "You've been useless. But I'll still pay you, as promised. I'll take it from here." And with that, he ended the call without even saying goodbye. The young man stood there for a moment, his mind racing. He had failed his employer, and he knew there would be consequences. But he also knew that he had to act quickly if he wanted to salvage the situation.Just then, the sound of a microphone being switched on reverberated through the air, followed by a booming voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to welcome the Watsons family to the stage!" The young man in the gold suit stood up a little straighter, his eyes narrowing. "Just the people I've be
The Fool's Gold A Game Of Power - Sultan Watson (1)
"I bet that suit must have cost a million dollars," one woman said, admiring the Watson family as they made their way along the red carpet."Yeah, and I heard the Watsons are worth billions of thousands," another added."Young Master Watson is so cute, isn't he? He looks even cuter than before," a third woman said."Yeah, I barely recognized him from the last time I saw him," someone else chimed in.The Watsons seemed oblivious to the conversations happening around them, absorbed in their own thoughts. Sultan, on the other hand, looked very alert, his nose twitching and ears pricked up, clearly interested in the new surroundings. Or perhaps he was just highly alert. "Funny how these people think I'm the young Master Watson," Sultan thought with a hint of amusement. "This can't be a mere coincidence or a setup. It has to be..."Just as he was about to make sense of the situation, Madam Watson tapped him on the shoulder. Startled, he turned to face her."You should mingle with the guest
The Fool's Gold A Game Of Power (2)
"Let's play a game of power," Sultan thought to himself, his gaze fixed on a group of elderly men gathered in one corner of the room. They were perfect targets. With each step, he could feel his confidence grow. Step. Step. Step. As he took his third step, he felt a tug on his sleeve. "Hello, Sultan!" It was Jerry, his co-worker."Greetings, Sir!" Jerry said, bowing his head. "I apologize for calling you by your name. Please forgive me."Sultan was shocked by this sudden display of respect. He'd never seen Jerry act this way before. "What are you talking about?" he asked, taken aback."You don't know?" Jerry said, a sly smile forming on his lips. "You really don't know?"Sultan's stomach churned with unease. "Don't play dumb, Sultan," Jerry said, an unsettling smile on his face. "I've worked with you for years, and I had no idea that you were the young Master Watson. Please forgive me, Sultan." With that, he lowered the tray of snacks he held and his head, bowing before Sultan. D
Latest Chapter
- The Fool's Gold
The Armstrongs (1)
The room was dark, the only sound was the faint hum of the air conditioner, and Sultan could still feel his pulse racing from the nightmare. He muttered under his breath, "Damn it…"Sultan shifted in bed, the sheets rustling as he pushed himself up to sit at the edge. His hand ran through his hair, now damp with sweat. He could still feel the weight of the dream, the shadows of the four figures lingering in his mind. Their accusations, the way they chased him, it all felt too real. It was as if they were trying to pull him back into something he desperately wanted to escape from."Forgotten... forsaken… what the hell does it even mean?" He muttered, rubbing his face with his palms. The clock on the nightstand showed 6:15 AM. He hadn’t planned on waking up this early, but after that dream, there was no chance of going back to sleep. He got up, his feet making soft thuds on the carpet as he moved to the window. Pulling the curtains apart, he was met with the dull light of dawn. The
- The Fool's Gold
Nightmare - Forsaken Son
Darkness clung to Sultan like a thick fog as he found himself standing in the middle of an unfamiliar place. He couldn’t tell if it was night or day—the sky was a dull, ashen gray, and the air was still, oppressive, as if the world itself were holding its breath. Around him, shadows loomed, shifting and twisting, never settling into anything recognizable.Sultan’s breath quickened, his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn’t sure how he had ended up here or why, but something about this place gnawed at the edges of his mind, a whisper of fear that he couldn’t quite shake. The ground beneath his feet was cold, hard, and unyielding, and every step he took seemed to echo into the void.He started walking, not sure where he was going, but driven by an urgent need to move. His footsteps were the only sound, the silence around him thick and stifling. As he moved forward, the shadows seemed to part slightly, revealing a narrow path ahead. It wound through what appeared to be an endless exp
- The Fool's Gold
The Shadow In The Armstrong's Den
The road to a certain destination was long and winding, flanked by dense forests that seemed to close in around the narrow path. The man walked with a deliberate pace, his steps heavy with the weight of memories that he couldn’t shake. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, and the only sound was the steady crunch of leaves underfoot.As the road twisted and turned, the destination finally came into view, nestled at the end of the valley. "Armstrong's Den," the man blurted out.The house stood like a forgotten sentinel, its once-grand façade now weathered by time. Vines clung to the walls, and the windows, some broken, others covered in dust, gazed out like the hollow eyes of a weary sentinel. The man hesitated at the edge of the clearing, his gaze fixed on the house that seemed to hold all the answers he had been seeking.Without a word, he moved forward, crossing the worn cobblestone path that led to the front door. The creaking of the floorboards under his feet
- The Fool's Gold
Shadow In The Woods
(SOMEWHERE IN THE WOODS)..It was a typical late afternoon in the sleepy little town of Thornwood, where the world seemed to move just a touch slower. The summer sun was beginning its descent, casting long, lazy shadows across the winding dirt road that led out of town and into the thick, endless stretch of woods that bordered the northern edge of the county. The locals called it the “Dark Forest,” though it had no official name. It was a place that everyone knew of but few dared to explore.Today, the forest was quiet, as it usually was, save for the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant cry of a bird. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, and the light filtered through the dense canopy above, painting the forest floor in a patchwork of gold and shadow.As the day edged closer to dusk, the quiet was broken by the crunch of gravel underfoot. A man, dressed in a worn leather jacket and faded jeans, walked slowly down the old road that cut through the forest. His
- The Fool's Gold
Dine For Marriage (2)
The room, still warm with the remnants of their earlier conversation, felt charged with an undercurrent of something unspoken, something that Sultan had already perceived.For Sultan was no ordinary man. Known to many as the fool—a title that masked the depth of his true abilities—he had honed his skills to an art. And today, as Mr. Dickson sat across from him, discussing marriage and the future of the Watson family, Sultan’s mind was elsewhere, reaching into the recesses of Dickson's thoughts, peeling back the layers of his intentions.In an instant, Sultan saw it clearly: Mr. Dickson's visit had little to do with genuine concern for the Watsons or their company's future. It was about positioning. The recent collaborations with Lin Enterprise and Sullivan, the President's son, had solidified the Watsons’ place on the path to immense power and influence. Mr. Dickson, ever the opportunist, was angling for a deeper slice of that pie—one that could only be secured through family ties. H
- The Fool's Gold
Dine For Marriage (1)
The morning sun poured gently through the tall windows of the Watson estate, casting a warm glow over the meticulously set dining table. The table was adorned with fine china, polished silverware, and an array of breakfast dishes—freshly baked bread, fruits, eggs, and other delights, arranged with care by the household staff. Mr. and Mrs. Watson were already seated, exchanging quiet words as they waited for their sons and their guest to join them."Everything looks perfect," Mrs. Watson remarked, her eyes scanning the table with approval."It certainly does," Mr. Watson agreed, a hint of pride in his voice. "But it’s not the food that matters today. It’s eating with our sons."As they spoke, one of the bodyguards entered the room, standing tall by the door. "Mr. Dickson has arrived," he announced."Thank you. Please show him in," Mr. Watson instructed.A moment later, Mr. Dickson entered the dining room, his presence as imposing as ever. Dressed in a tailored suit, he moved with the
- The Fool's Gold
The President's Son Is Collaborating
"Greetings and peace be unto here,” a bewitching voice slurred from the entrance.The atmosphere in the room shifted dramatically as Sullivan walked in. The cameras, previously focused on Sultan and the Watson family, swung towards the door, capturing every step of the president's son. The reporters, eager for a scoop, rushed forward, their microphones thrust out and voices overlapping in a chaotic symphony of questions and praises."Mr President's son! Over here!""Mr. Sullivan, can we get a comment?""How do you feel about the recent developments? And do you have a hand in the help of the Watsons to resolve their issues?""Why are you here today?”Sullivan, dressed in a sharp suit that seemed to glow with authority, acknowledged the cameras with a nod and a charismatic smile. His presence commanded attention, and the room seemed to hold its breath.Mr. and Mrs. Watson, along with Emmet, looked genuinely happy. They exchanged glances, then moved quickly to greet Sullivan and his ent
- The Fool's Gold
Together! (2)
After his bold declaration, Sultan tapped Emmett's back seemingly soothing him to easen his tension then stepped forward, addressing the gathered shareholders, employees, and reporters. His calm demeanor and confident presence commanded attention, and as he began to speak, the room fell silent. He felt the funny and playful side it him - the FOOL, give way for his smart side as Sultan Armstrong, now a Watson. "Ladies and gentlemen," Sultan began, his voice steady and assured, "I understand that there has been a lot of uncertainty and concern regarding the future of the Watson Company. Today, I stand before you to address those concerns and present a vision for our collective future."He paused, letting his words sink in. The shareholders, some skeptical, some hopeful, leaned in, eager to hear more."My vision for the Watson Company is one of innovation, fairness, and family values. We need to embrace new technologies and ideas to stay competitive in this rapidly changing market. Bu
- The Fool's Gold
Together! (1)
As Joe Armstrong's car sped away from Emmett, he took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the conversation that had just transpired. But instead of heading straight to the office, he made a subtle turn back towards the previous location. Once out of sight, Joe pulled over and quickly exited his vehicle. He glanced around cautiously, ensuring no one was observing him.A short distance away, a larger, luxurious gold-colored Venza awaited him. Joe approached the vehicle, his demeanor shifting from casual to serious. He opened the rear door and slipped inside, immediately bowing his head. In the plush back seat, a man dressed in a striking gold suit sat with an air of authority. His presence was commanding, exuding a quiet, menacing power. This was Sullivan, a figure who rarely showed his face but whose influence was deeply felt.Joe greeted him respectfully, "Greetings, Master."Sullivan, without looking up from the tablet he was holding, acknowledged Joe's presence with a slight n
