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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
“Son!” Reginald said with widened eyes as he rushed over to Jeremiah who was on the bed. “The bomb! The bomb is about to go off!” Jeremiah exclaimed, his mind still trapped in the memory of seconds before the explosion.“It’s fine, son! The bomb has already gone off and you protected everyone!” Reginald said, holding Jeremiah and trying to comfort him so that he could snap out of it.“It has and everyone is okay?" Jeremiah panted."Yes, son! Everyone survived thanks to you" Reginald replied and Jeremiah finally managed to calm down."Good, son. Relax cause you're fine now" "Where am I?” Jeremiah asked, breathing heavily as he looked around. “You’re in my room, son. I brought you here so that you can get treated after surviving such a massive explosion directly to your body” Reginald said.“I survived that? How's that even possible” Jeremiah asked, looking at Reginald with shock in his eyes.That had to be a miracle because who on earth survives a bomb blast to the face? Nobody that
“I’ve come with a report of everything that happened,” Kingston said, and everyone in the room grimaced with serious expressions. “Good. Let’s go to my Study, and you can tell me every single detail,” Reginald said.“Okay, Master” Reginald nodded.Reginald turned to Jeremiah and said “I’ll be right back, My Lord. Kingston and I are just going to step out for a moment to discuss a few things which shouldn’t take too long—““Why are the two of you leaving?” Jeremiah asked, a dissatisfied expression on his face.“As I said, it is to discuss a few things about—“ Reginald replied, but Jeremiah cut him off.“I know you’re leaving because you want to discuss something important, but my question is why can’t you do it here?” Jeremiah asked. Reginald and Kingston looked at each other for a moment, then they looked at Jeremiah, who had a skeptical expression.“Because this is a sensitive matter and I don’t want to stress you with it, especially now that you have just recovered— or more accura
“The eyes of a dragon? What the hell are you talking about?!” Jeremiah asked, facing Obadiah but his eyes drifted to the side, and looked into the mirror in his hand.He couldn’t deny that what the shaman said made a lot of sense.His eyes no longer had any semblance of what a human’s should be.It now had a slightly elongated, almond shape with slightly raised outer corners that gave it an intense and otherworldly look. The sclera was pitch black, the iris a vibrant and unusual golden hue, and a vertical, slit-like pupil that had a reptilian edge to it.His eyes looked like they could pierce through the soul of whoever was being stared at and it sent chills down the spine of the three in the king’s chamber with Jeremiah. “My Lord, remember what I told you a couple of minutes ago about your body becoming different… better… stronger, after surviving the explosion that should have killed you?” Obadiah said, rubbing his neck and soothing the pain of almost being choked to death.“Yes?”