While everyone had been berating Jeremiah after they asked him to prove that what he said about Malcolm’s gift was true, and he kept quiet, searching within to know why he felt the mirror was a fake magical item in the first place. He needed to know how he knew to be able to prove that what he said was true and after a couple of seconds of reflecting, he finally found the answer. He knew exactly how to prove whether an item was magical or not. Jeremiah saw all the eyes that were glued to the mirror he held in both hands, and he too looked at the mirror. “Have any of you ever seen a magical item before?” Jeremiah asked the crowd and they all looked confused. “Seems like no one other than Mister Ludwig, who brought the gift, and you, who says it’s a fake, has experience with magical items,” the presenter said on behalf of the crowd. Jeremiah chuckled. “So how can you guys know it’s real if you’ve never had any experience with one before? Does Malcolm climbing that podiu
Seeing the vitriolic gazes aimed at him, Malcolm, who didn’t know what to do, ended up chuckling nervously. “You guys can’t seriously be taking what that bastard said as the truth, can you?” Malcolm asked as a way to discredit Jeremiah, but saw that his attempts were futile.“Why shouldn’t we, Mister Ludwig? He said that the mirror would explode when destroyed if it was a real magical item, but it didn’t, so he was right, and you are a liar!” The presenter said.Among everyone there, the presenter was the most angry because he had propped up Malcolm when he said his gift was a magical item, and finding out that it was a lie made him feel like he was an idiot who believed the man. Malcolm’s brain fired on all cylinders, trying to come up with something else to say to save himself, and just in the nick of time, an idea popped up. “Wait a minute, who is he for all of you to believe that what he said is true?” Malcolm asked, pointing at Jeremiah.“What do you mean? We all saw what happ
Malcolm gulped, fear in his eyes. There truly was no way out of this mess this time. Malcolm quickly went on his knees, pressed his head on the floor, and groveled at Reginald’s feet. “Please forgive me, Your Majesty! I didn’t know that the mirror wasn’t a true magical item! Even I was fooled by the merchant who sold it to me,” Malcolm pleaded. “I’m confused, didn’t you say that you spent years and millions to obtain the mirror?” Reginald asked. “That’s right your majesty. Millions of my hard-earned money and time was put into—“ Malcolm said, but Reginald cut him off. “If that’s the case, then I assume you would have done your research to know if the item was truly magical or not, or are you telling me that you’re so incompetent, that a simple merchant scammed you out of millions for a regular mirror?” Reginald asked and Malcolm gulped. He knew that nobody would believe such a stupid lie because how did he, a successful businessman, who had been in search of the mirror for a
Jeremiah watched the guests, who were all just told to fork over one hundred million dollars each, clap and cheer on Reginald for letting them off the hook with only that punishment and he was taken aback by it.It was like they took it as a slap on the wrist and that was very strange, but at the same time, it taught Jeremiah a very important lesson.In this world there was power and there was power beyond power and that little scene just showcased which part of that spectrum Reginald belonged in. Crazy, but at least beside Malcolm, who was about to lose his hands, no other person was hurt. Money was far less important than body parts, especially to this crowd of people who could get their money back as time passed, so in the end everything concluded on a positive note. ‘I guess everything ended as well as it could have’ Jeremiah thought, then sighed, accepting that he was going to be a billionaire at the end of the night. Yes, his family’s money was unmeasurable, but for him, as
“What the hell is this? A Rubix cube? Was whoever gave this even trying?” The presenter said to himself, then he turned to his assistant and asked “Do you know whose gift this is?” Looking at the Rubix cube, the assistant, who didn’t know who dropped it in the pile of gifts, shrugged.“Does whoever gave this want the king to waste his time fixing it and matching the colors? I’m confused. What’s the point of this?” The presenter said, a disappointed look on his face. He looked inside the open gift box for something… anything that would let him know who the giver was, but there was nothing.He even turned the box upside down and shook it, hoping that a piece of paper or something to help identify the giver would fall out, but still nothing. “So the giver of this didn’t leave anything to tell us their identity? Strange,” the presenter scratched his head with the head of the microphone and then faced the crowd.He put the microphone to his mouth and said “Excuse me, but did anyone drop
It became so intense that the guests who were all a few feet away and more could also see it.“You’re right boss. It is vibrating” the assistant said, surprised.“You think?! What the hell is this?!” The presenter said, panicked.All the guests who also saw the Rubix cube in the presenter’s hand vibrate like crazy started to become curious and concerned.“What’s going on with that thing?”“Why is it shaking so much?”“Isn’t that a normal Rubix cube?”They all asked as they slowly walked closer to get a better view of what was going on.“Oh my gosh!” The presenter exclaimed again.“What, boss?!” Exclaimed the assistant, startled by the presenter’s sudden outburst.“This thing, it’s getting hotter—“ the presenter said, but was cut off.“Throw it away, right now!” Everyone heard and when they looked at the source of the command, they saw that it was Jeremiah.“What?!” The presenter asked loudly. “That cube, throw it away, right now!” Jeremiah yelled, using his body to cover Reginald, wh
“Ahh!” The guests, who managed to escape the building, screamed at the top of their lungs, fear gripping them as they fled. They wouldn’t stop running until they knew for certain that they were far enough from the explosion to be safe, but considering that none of them understood the type of bomb or what the blast radius of the explosion would be, they decided that they were going to play it safe and keep on running until their legs gave out.“What’s going on?” Brenda asked as she saw the guests running and screaming. “Excuse me, what—” she tried to stop a guest rushing past her, but was ignored as if she were invisible.‘What the hell?’ she thought, a look of frustration crossing her face. ‘For everyone to be running like this… something serious must have happened.’Determined to get answers, Brenda blocked the path of another guest and grabbed the person’s shoulders, giving them no choice but to stop and listen to her.“Tell me what’s going on! Why is everyone running—?” Brenda as
A second before the explosion happened, Jeremiah, who didn’t know if he was going to survive or not, did what anyone in his predicament would do and hardened the front part of his body.Doing that felt instinctively right and it didn’t matter that in normal circumstances, nothing— especially that— would save anyone from a direct bomb blast to the body.Fortunately, this wasn’t normal circumstances and he wasn’t just anyone. He was Lord Crimson. In his arsenal was something that could protect him and save his life, so in a desperate effort to increase his chance of survival, Jeremiah tried to use the magic Reginald had told him that he would be able to use after absorbing enough power from the ring.Jeremiah concentrated like his life depended on it, because it did, desperately trying to use the smallest amount of magic he could create to protect himself. Unfortunately, he wasn’t ready yet, and as such no magic was generated.“Fuck-!” Jeremiah exclaimed and then it happened. The big B