Ethan's heavy eyelids reluctantly open, a dull ringing in his head. His surroundings slowly come into focus as he blinks away the blur. He finds himself bound to a steel chair, his hands securely tied behind his back. Sandra and the bar-lady are similarly restrained nearby. "You're awake. Your little plan isn't quite working out this time," Sandra remarks, disappointment etched on her face. Ethan nods, realizing that his strategy is failing miserably. They're in an unfamiliar place, far from help. As the three captors come into view, one of them brandishes a phone, gesturing for the bar-lady to translate. She relays their message, "They're asking for the phone's password. They say they'll let us go if you give it to them." Ethan scoffs, knowing that revealing the password isn't an option. They converse again, and the translator relays, "They're giving us a chance before the guns arrive." Ethan, defiant, responds firmly, "Tell them to go to hell." The woman gazes at him incred
As the auction concludes and guests begin to depart, Lord Chua, a tall Chinese man with a sharply defined face, maintains an intense gaze on Ethan. Sandra breaks the silence, asking, "What will we do now?". The others have already left, with Ethan promising to contact them later. He decides to take action, saying, "I will go meet him." Approaching Lord Chua, Ethan extends his hand for a handshake, acknowledging, "Hello, Lord Chua. I know you understand English well. Congratulations." Lord Chua's bodyguards are ready to intervene, but he motions for them to stand down, aware of the onlookers. When he takes Ethan's hand, he unexpectedly squeezes it firmly, causing Ethan to grimace quietly. Leaning in closer to Ethan's ear, he whispers ominously, "I am going to kill you for that," before releasing his grip and heading to his car. Ethan moves swiftly, stopping the closing windshield and making an unexpected offer. "I will buy the girl from you for one trillion." The driver, the bo
Ethan, accustomed to his daily routine, rises early in the morning, takes charge of cooking, and meticulously tidies up the house. On this particular morning, an unusual hush fills the room as they sit down for breakfast. The sole sounds are the clinking of silverware against plates until Mr. Desmond finally breaks the silence."Why the somber atmosphere, everyone?" he inquires. "Well, I have an announcement to make. I'm passing the reins of Des Technology and Engineering to my son, Nick," he declares, causing everyone to straighten up in their seats. Mr. Desmond is the owner of three distinct companies—Des Technology and Engineering, Des Financial Management, and Des Welfare and Growth. The primary one being technology, and he's entrusting it to Nick."Thank you, Father. I promise to take it to new heights, higher than the where the mightiest eagle flies!" Nick proclaims, eliciting laughter from nearly everyone. Ethan, however, can't help but scoff as he stands beside them."Con
"What are you doing there?" he asks the boy, apparently named Derek.Derek, a young adult in his early 20s, sniffs, "We... we are being trafficked.""To where and for what?" he curiously inquires."I... I don't know. We were put in this van, and we don't know where we are going. When the van is about to return, I sneak out and manage to escape.""Where are the others?" he probes further."I told you, I don't know," Derek replies.Something big is clearly happening. He returns to the secret house but doesn't drive the van along to maintain the ruse."Where's the van?" Mr. Rex asks.He bows down, "I'm hijacked by some gunmen, I'm sorry."They burst into laughter, each one of them."Good job. Good thing they don't kill you. There is nothing in the van. We just use it as a distraction.""You use me as a distraction?" he points out, his voice shifting."Yes, and so?" Mr. Desmond responds.He faces Mr. Desmond, determination in his eyes. "I'm not working for you again. I'd rather sleep on t
"I will like to upgrade my shirt." {Upgrading in process. Processed. Points spent: 200}. Ethan's clothes metamorphose from rags to a sparkling new one. He walks inside the Royal High Hotel, remembering the day he first came here. It was the first time he met Sandra. "I will like to lodge overnight," he says to the receptionist, who is busily jotting something down in the record. When she gazes up, she is the receptionist from the other day. She, at first, startles as she sees him, then becomes even more polite. "Thanks for coming again; I have been looking forward to when you will come again," she says. Ethan nods, "I want the VVIP." "Oh..." she brings out the brochure. The one available now is the "VVVIP." "How much?" he asks. "200 million, sir." "Okay," he initiates the transfer, "and you have been improving… give me your details." She quickly presses her information into her phone, and when Ethan sees it, she nearly screams but controls herself—1 million dollars! She
To thwart the cunning plans of the elusive Mr. Ben and his organization, Ethan takes action. He calls upon Black Scorpion, putting him into motion with a straightforward mission: trail them, capture them, and recover the stolen ID cards."Sandra, why do you think the system chose me out of all people?" Ethan asks Sandra, curious about his unique role."Because they did you unfairly, and you were about to die. I'd say the system pitied you," Sandra responds.Ethan nods, pondering his recent missions. "The missions the system has given me revolve around me and that secret organization. The main reason, I think, is that I am the only person close to them."Sandra repeatedly nods in agreement. "What baffles me is how this system can provide money and upgrades."Ethan grins mischievously. "Don't try to trace the root of my system before it gives me a mission to smack your face... that is some cool money, you know."Sandra scoffs playfully, and Derek, sitting quietly, wonders what they are
Mr. Rex smiles and exclaims, "Our delivery boy is here!". Ethan breathes heavily, thinking these people are cruel. He just jogged here, and it seems like everyone here is well-known and prestigious. What is their real purpose? "You can sit down; you are now a part of the members. You are upgraded to the errand boy," Mr. Rex informs Ethan. Ethan responds with a silent smile, though he suspects that "Sit on the soft mattress" is a euphemism for him having to sit on the ground. "Now, our discussion is about Mighty-E. He has revealed himself, and he isn't the type of person I was expecting, so young," Mr. Rex remarks. Meanwhile, Uncle Ben is still struggling, blood gushing from his arm, and no one seems to care. "What do we have to do with him? He seems to be directly attacking us, like he knows about us," one of the members questions. Ethan tries to recognize each person's face in the room. Another person chimes in, "Since he's revealed himself, let's kill him." Mr. Rex nods repeat
There is much hidden beneath the surface of the organization; they are involved in a myriad of illicit activities, including trafficking, smuggling, and various other illegal ventures. Ethan finds himself lost in thought, contemplating just one aspect of their dark dealings. The abrupt clatter of keys dropping onto the table snaps him back to the present. "Let's go meet Mighty-E... now," Mr. Desmond urges. Ethan is dressed in his shabbiest attire, wanting to change but unable to defy the urgency in Mr. Desmond's voice. He rushes out, having already informed his team about their upcoming visit and their need to accept Mr. Desmond's offer. The only way to uncover more about this enigmatic organization is to infiltrate their ranks.After a lengthy drive, they arrive at the sprawling headquarters of the organization. Mr. Desmond lets out a heavy sigh, remembering the humiliation he endured on his first visit. However, he has no other option. "Follow me," he instructs, and Ethan obedien