Ryan nodded his head distinctly. His heart was pounding as he waited for their opinion on his decision. After a while of decision-making between Turner and Evans, finally agreed with him. Turner had volunteered to give him a 4 story building two streets away from the Regal Haven Hotel. Evans also promised to lend a hand by getting him all the equipment he needed."Now that we have promised to give you all you need, what is the specific business you are interested in?" Evans asked curiously as his mustache smothered up like a wave."You will see when I am done with it." Ryan teased and his voice was evidently filled with joy, he hugged the both of them and headed out."What business do you think will be able to rise enough to make Smith want to have a part in it?""I think it would be a stripers club 'cause that business rises big time," Turner started to imagine himself having a good time with the ladies.He laughed at his thought. “Old man!” He whispered to himself. “Not even that
"Get ready, 'cause I am coming over to your first thing tomorrow morning," Her words echoed in his ears. He went blank and no words could come out of his mouth. He was speechless. His phone beeped, signaling the end of the call. He wasn't pleased by her last words, calling her number once again to change the date of her appearance in his city. His cell phone kept ringing, but there was no answer on the phone. It was already 2 p.m. prompt on the clock, and he hadn't even seen the building he was supposed to use.“What will she come to check? There’s no building just yet.” He whispered to himself. He didn't want to disappoint her since she could only come to his city once to report this story. He was lost in thoughts, not minding the ticking of the clock or the passing of time. He finally got an idea. Taking out his phone, he placed a call to Turner."Uhm, greetings, Mr. Turner.""Oh, yeah, my Ryan. How is everything?"."Not good.” His voice was plain. "And why is that?" He asked,
"What the hell?" Ryan could not believe his eyes. The color of the walls had changed from the previous dirty brown-white to the exact color he had thought of. He had only heard and seen something similar to this in movies. It looked surreal. His jaw dropped in amusement. The room suddenly lit up with a solar-equipped blue lantern. He was amazed by these findings and rushed back to the reception. The reception was more beautiful than the wards. The golden stripes had joined together at the edges, leaving the white color of the wall in the middle.The screen suddenly appeared again, sending Ryan flying back. Ryan hadn't become used to the system, and his fright over the system popping out suddenly hadn't been eliminated yet. He moved closer to the screen to see what was written on it this time around. "The Healing Center. What name do you intend to call it, young lord?" He read it out as he began to sort out names that he could call the business."Healing Touch, yes. The name wil
The knock on the door shifted his attention to where the knock was coming from. He walked towards the direction and opened to see Evans. "Oh Evans, I never thought you'd stop by.” Ryan stammered, looking towards the blue light, which hadn't disappeared and slowly opening the door for Evans to enter. "Yeah, I just thought to check up.” Evans smiled entering into the now well-arranged hospital room. Ryan grasped as Evans began to move towards the blue light."Oh, it's that late. " Ryan bumped in, in an attempt to rather let Evans start leaving. He was worried and didn’t even know if Evans could see what he was seeing. "Well, I assumed that, since you were busy talking with your system’s voice. Your personal Artificial Intelligence.” Ryan’s eyes grew wide. Does Evans know about Draco?“Who is this man?” He pounded in his mind. "Hey, visitor,” Draco spoke out. Ryan looked a bit confused, uneasy, and unsettled. “How are things with you? Family? How has your wife been?" Draco asked E
"Evans sounds so hurt. My precious visitor, how do you feel?" Draco asked."I can't feel my back," Evans managed to say still groaning in pain, he struggled to stand on his feet. "I guess that's done," Ryan sighed. As he tried to stand, his bone seemed to have failed him. The sound that echoed in the room was his fall on the ground. He had lost his energy and couldn't feel his limbs anymore."Draco, what's happening to me? I feel like I have been working for five years nonstop.” Ryan’s voice put faintly, lying flat on the bare floor."Well, you used up your energy as you activated the fated seal.""What’s a fated seal?" He raised his brows in question with his eyes focusing on different objects around the reception."Fated Seal is an advanced seal that allows the user to transform his energy into flame, which helps to heal people on the brink of death.""I wasn't on the brink of death; why did he use it on me?""Fated seal also helps to seal that particular organ or part of the body
Ryan followed the direction of Evans' outstretched finger, turning his gaze toward the indicated spot. Then, he swiftly turned back to Evans, whose mouth fell agape. Disbelief washed over Ryan as he comprehended what Evans was pointing at—his home engulfed in flames.Ryan leaped out of the car, his heart racing as he sprinted towards his blazing home. Spotting the nearby drums of water, he wasted no time, drenching himself completely before charging into the inferno. His soaked figure illuminated by the flames, he dashed forward, driven by desperation, disregarding the consequences of life or death.“Ryan, Ryan!” Evans’s urgent voice pierced through the chaos. Ryan pressed inward, away from the flames, as he took off his family frame from the wall and his untouched luggage, which hadn't caught fire. Despite the scorching heat, he fought through, his skin slick with sweat. Struggling against the intense fire, he staggered towards the exit, each step a battle against the engulfing blaze
Ryan's eyes fluttered open, met by the glare of blinding lights in a room adorned in white and gold. Confusion clouded his mind as he took in his unfamiliar surroundings. “Where am I in?”"You're quite the master," Draco's voice sounded real as he sat on a nearby chair, addressing Ryan with a sense of acknowledgment."Who are you?" Ryan demanded, edging backward toward the walls in a defensive stance, his voice tinged with suspicion."If you're so keen on knowing, I'm Draco, your personal Artificial Intelligence. You’re familiar with the system voice.” Draco announced, rising from his seat and moving toward Ryan."The thing is, my AI voice is just a voice that occasionally communicates with me," Ryan countered, puzzled by Draco's sudden human-like appearance."So, because you were thinking about needing assistance while struggling with drowsiness and pain, your touch transformed a specific object into a mannequin. Also, you somehow granted me the ability to occasionally take on a form
As four male staff members entered the room carrying two individuals in evident pain, Ryan promptly evaluated the scene. Anyone could easily guess it was a fatal accident. He proceeded towards the first man while delegating care for the other to additional medical personnel. Gently grasping the man's arm, Ryan conducted a pulse check and meticulously assessed the extent of his injuries.Although the physical injuries seemed limited to two areas, Ryan sensed blood flowing from various sources, hinting at potentially severe wounds. The man visibly struggled to maintain composure, undoubtedly grappling with the harrowing thoughts of potential consequences if his condition deteriorated further."Sir, please, try to stay calm. You're not going to die. I assure you," Ryan expressed with compassion, offering reassurance to at least reduce the man's fears."Sir, I don't want to die. I have a family..” his voice breaking. “A family that needs me. I'm the father of triplets. Their mother is