The loud banging on the door jolts Ethan awake, and his bleary eyes land on the clock – already past nine.
He knows he's in for some scolding as he opens the door, and there stands Ariana.
"Hope nothing's wrong; you woke up late," she says, her eyes filled with concern.
"I'm okay, just tired," Ethan replies, and Ariana nods.
She turns to leave but abruptly halts, casting an assessing glance up and down Ethan before turning back, leaving him puzzled.
Realizing he is late, Ethan rushes to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
"What! Where is Ethan?" Mrs. Desmond's voice echoes through the house, reaching the kitchen. The impending facepalm moment has arrived. He hurriedly approaches her.
"I'm sorry, I woke up late," he mumbles, bowing his head.
Then, Mr. Desmond enters, and his wife envelops him in a hug.
"Where were you all night?" she asks while helping him with his suit.
"Just had an urgent and serious meeting," he replies, moving further into the room.
"Good morning, sir," Ethan greets him, trying to recover from the morning chaos.
As Ethan surveys the room, he asks, "Have you all eaten?""No, he's just cooking," Mr. Desmond replies.
"What! Are you insane? Just because I'm not around!" he yells simultaneously.
Nick emerges from his room, looking angry as he glances at Ethan. But his anger turns to surprise, and he asks, "Why are you in that?"
They all stare at Ethan, who suddenly realizes something is off. He examines himself, noticing that the shirt he is wearing is new and glistening, worth millions.
"It...it's one of my old clothes," he stammers, trying to make an excuse.
"This just arrived at the market yesterday night; I was even planning on how to get it. How the hell..." Nick trails off.
Ethan can't believe the system has done this. "I pre-ordered it, exclusively," he confesses.
They are all amazed.
"You were such a spoilt brat. Now, take off that shirt and wash his feet with it," Mr. Desmond orders Ethan, while Nick smirks, taking a seat.
"You heard that, wash my feet with your multi-million-dollar clothes," Nick repeats, enjoying the moment.
"I'm cooking, I'll join you once I'm done," Ethan says as he continues with his meal preparation.
After breakfast, Ethan finds himself busy washing Nick's feet with the expensive clothes.
"I don't know why you have to do this," Ariana protests.
"That's his job," Mrs. Desmond remarks.
Max seethes with anger, despising every time Ariana shows concern for Nick.
They turn on the TV to catch up on the news about Mighty-E and the nationwide giveaway. They are shocked to see that 200 million people have claimed the money.
"How could someone have that much money? And even if he does, why spend it so recklessly?" Mrs. Desmond exclaims.
"For him to do this means he still has a lot. I wonder about the source of his money," Mr. Desmond muses.
"To calculate it, that is, giving each person thirty-three thousand..." Max begins to calculate on his phone. "Wow, that's a trillion!" he exclaims.
Just then, there is a knock on the door, and Ethan rushes to open it. It is his uncle. "Welcome, Uncle," he greets.
Uncle Ben glares at him for a moment. "You, you bastard!" He pushes Ethan aside and storms in.
"Good morning, Ben," Mrs. Desmond greets.
"I want privacy with you," Uncle Ben says to Mr. Desmond. Mr. Desmond motions to his family. They move to another room. Ethan follows.
"Ethan, stop," Mr. Ben says.
"What's wrong, Ben?" Ethan asks.
Mr. Ben calls Ethan closer and plays a video on his phone. It clearly shows Ethan in the strange secret house from the other day when the system gave him the mission to sneak around. Ethan bites his lips.
"You, you bastard!" Mr. Desmond shouts, landing a hot slap on Ethan's cheek.
"I'm sorry, I... I..." Ethan stammers, kneeling down.
"What should we do now? What did the leader say?" Mr. Desmond asks.
"He asked for him. I don't know what will happen to him," Mr. Ben replies.
Ethan wonders what is going on. It seems like they are involved in some kind of organization with a leader.
"Go and dress up," Mr. Desmond prompts.
Ethan enters his room, his mind racing with thoughts. "What are they planning? What kind of organization are they involved in? I hope they don't plan to kill me. I'd rather reveal my true form than follow them."
As he contemplates, the mission reloads: {25%, 65%, 95%, 100%}.
"Don't tell me..." Ethan mutters, fearing what he is thinking.
Then, a new mission emerges: {Follow them}."
"Why must you give me a death mission? I've missed all those missions; it's just that I've spent..." he murmurs.
The system replies with a tempting {reward: 10 trillion}.
"What a high price for my death," he says.
But then, the {reward depletion announced: 5 trillion}.
"Why? It's not that I'm refusing it," he protests, but there is no response. He reluctantly dresses in his clothes.
Exiting the car, the chilly air sends shivers down his spine. The building is the tallest in the country after his own company's. He wonders, "What could they possibly be doing here?"
Ethan leads the way as they enter the building. The interior is just as vast as the exterior. He is surprised to see a gathering of prestigious people, about twelve of them, seated in a circular formation. An elderly man, exuding authority, sits at the center. Three bodyguards stand around them.
Murmurs erupt as they spot Ethan. He realizes he has stepped into some kind of cult gathering.
"Is that him?" the old man utters after taking a sip of tea. "Who are you working for?" he asks, fixing his gaze on Ethan.
Ethan remains silent, unsure of how to respond. The old man signals one of the bodyguards, who draws a gun and aims it directly at him.
"You have three seconds," the old man murmurs, raising the tension in the room.
As the old counts, "1...2...".Ethan finds himself on his knees, desperation in his voice, "Please, I'm just curious. I see them carrying something out of a van," he explains anxiously.The old man can't help but laugh."And you want me to believe that? You're here as a driver, yet you won't stay in your place," he scoffs."Anyway, you've seen what you shouldn't have, and for that, you'll have to pay with your life," he declares, signaling to the armed man to proceed with the grim task.But Ethan pleads earnestly, "Please, I'll do anything. Anything you want."His sincerity is evident.The old man leans forward, a wicked grin on his face."You'll do anything?" he inquires, raising an eyebrow.Ethan nods vigorously, desperation in his eyes. "Yes, yes, I will," he affirms.The old man exchanges whispers with the person beside him, their eyes locked in a sinister understanding."Alright, I'll give you a chance," he relents.Ethan sniffs in relief, "Thank you. I'll do anything," he repea
Ethan sits back in startled disbelief. "Master?" he wonders.Money certainly has the power to change situations dramatically.He decides, "I'm going to add more for you if you put away all the guns and return the people's belongings.""We will do that, Master!" they eagerly agree. They immediately return the stolen items to the passengers, who are bewildered by the man dressed in rags with such influence.Ethan continues, "I'll make another transfer to you, but... I'm sorry, I can't be your master."They drop back to their knees, pleading, "Please, we'll serve you."The leader speaks up, revealing their desperate circumstances, "It's not that we're doing this because we want to. We have to survive. We're just a group of thugs with no leader and nowhere to sleep. You see that gun? We borrowed it.""Oh, I understand. Get up," Ethan says, and they rise to their feet."I can't be your master, but you can work for me from time to time. Give me your contact information," he offers, and they
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
The room seemed to shrink as tension filled every corner. Sean's eyes bore into Ethan's, each step e. Before either could make a move, Ariana stepped forward, her voice cutting through the heavy air."Enough, both of you!" she exclaimed, standing between the two men. "We've seen enough bloodshed. There has to be a way to end this without more violence."Ethan, his determination unwavering, nodded in agreement. "She's right, Sean. We need to find a resolution, not perpetuate this cycle of revenge."Sean's gaze shifted between Ariana and Ethan, a battle of emotions playing out on his face. After a moment of contemplation, he slowly lowered his weapon. "Fine, let's talk," he conceded, though his tone carried a note of reluctance.Ariana left the room leaving the both of them to talk, as she walked out, she saw tony smiling and weaving at her.she hissed and went on her way, she rushed towards her."why ignoring me", he asked."it seemed you are enjoying this situation, smiling and dancing
"Don't do it," Ethan glares at the gang leader, as if he could swallow him up. The leader laughs, "What can you do? You will just watch your family die in front of you before I kill you." Ethan glares back, blood in his eyes, "Don't do it, please," he pleads.The leader smirks, his hand hovering over the trigger, "Say bye to them," he says. "Nooo!" Ethan shouts, then a strange sensation surges inside him, and his eyeballs turn white before returning to normal.The leader hesitates, wondering what's wrong with him. Suddenly, a message appears: {System Reactivated… Host Found… 25%, 35%, 45%, 100%}. Ethan thinks he's dreaming, unable to believe his eyes and the sounds he's hearing. The system is back.{You summoned the system, would you like to sign in? Note that if you sign in now, it will be for eternity}. Ethan exhales loudly, finding it hard to understand how he summoned the system a second time. "Yes, I will sign."{Signing: 35%, 45%, 55%, 75%, 100%, completed. All skills, stage,
Ethan approaches Mr. Desmond, who gazes at him, trembling and shaking."I told you, this will be your only chance," he says."So, what are you going to do with me?" Mr. Desmond stammers."What do you think? I will kill you, of course," Ethan smirks, bringing out his gun."You know that will be stupid. Think about your freezer asset; I can let them free it," he said."Really, but I don't need it," Ethan replies.Mr. Desmond laughs, "You know you can't kill me. Think of your kid. How could you be a father for him in prison?""You think this is funny? I just figured out my mistake. I keep sparing you people, nevertheless, you keep coming back as a problem.""This will be my last problem of yours," Mr. Desmond smirks, but it's clear he isn't telling the truth."Are you enjoying this?" Ethan asks."Maybe yes, Ethan... You brought this upon yourself. And you know what, there is still the organization. Nick is forming it back, so there is no way you can end that," he said."I will kill you,
"I told you I know nothing about it; I am here to save her," Ethan tells the detective in the hospital. The detective presses on, "Why didn't you call the police when the abductor called you?""They warned me not to call, unless they will kill her," he said. "You should have at least told the police, and we would have looked for what to do," the detective said. Ethan exhales loudly, "The victim has told you herself that I am innocent."The detective then slams the table, "What is your business with the abductor, and why did he want you so badly that he would even kidnap someone to threaten you?". "I am not answering any more questions," Ethan says. He knows Mr. Desmond was at work.Just then, an officer enters the room and whispers something to the officer. The detective gazes at Ethan, then says, "You can go." Ethan smirks, wondering why they let him go so easily. He leaves the officer, only to find Mr. Desmond waiting for him outside. He ignores him and keeps walking."You sho
Mr. Desmond calls Ethan back, saying, "You have to meet him.""She is with your daughter, and you don’t even care, asking me to meet him?" Ethan questions."He wants you and won’t release her no matter what I do. If you don’t meet with him, he will kill her. If you don’t want to see her dead, meet him," Mr. Desmond says, ending the call.Ethan scoffs, wondering how a parent could do such a thing."So, what do we do now?" Sandra asks."I have to meet him in the location," Ethan responds.Sandra interrupts, "That will be very dangerous. You know he will kill you.""Yes, but if I don’t go, he will kill Ariana," Ethan says."So, we have to plan. We have to involve the police," Sandra suggests."Yes… call Derek and others," Ethan instructs.After Tony calls Ethan, he still feels uneasy and believes involving the police is necessary. He heads to the police station and reports the situation. The police put themselves to work, and instead of Tony going home, he lurks around, waiting for updat
Earthlord looked dumbfounded, “What do you think you are doing?”“Mind what you say, you are online,” Ethan smiles wickedly. Just then, one of the guards moves closer to Earthlord and whispers to him.“I will kill you,” he says as he walks away, leaving Ethan in the room. After a few minutes, the police arrive, but Earthlord and the others have escaped. The police take Ethan in for questioning, and he tells them everything.After Ethan leaves the police station, he heads to the hideout where the others are gathered.“You did good work,” Derek says.Ethan exhales, “But he escaped. He would do anything to come back for me.”“We have to be very careful; you should always walk in pairs,” Mr. Davis says.Sandra says, “Now that he has confessed, they should free you now and unfreeze all your access.”Ethan nods, “But we can’t be sure. Earthlord might have more influence than we think.”“What about Mr. Desmond and Nick? We should do something about them, maybe kill them,” Feifei suggests.Et
"Are you saying Mr. Desmond will provide organs for him?" Ethan asks, unbelievably."If he's the one backing them up, then that's what he is sure to do," the man said.Ethan nods, "Okay, you can go."The man left."They are always evil, and they will continue to behave so. We have to stop them," Ethan mutters."You have to concentrate on yourself first. You are losing everything. You have to clear your name and regain everything back," Sandra says.He sits down gently, "I will have to meet him.""For what? No, you can't do that. He will kill you. You heard what he said; he's a devil," Sandra says."I have to meet him and know what he is. I will be okay," he said.******Ariana walks out of the new apartment she is now living in, dressed in a full grey coat, looking sophisticated.As she is about to open her car, a hand pushes the door back to close and points a gun at her, discreetly."Follow me gently," the voice says."What do you want?" Ariana inquires, shaking."Don't ask me that,
Ethan travels back to the country with his innocent son, determined to put an end to this once and for all.When they arrive at the airport, Mr. Davis and Feifei are already waiting for him."Boss, you look haggard," Mr. Davis remarked.Ethan nods, instead smiling. "I have prepared a hideout. there, we can make our plan and stay for the meantime.""Okay, thanks," Ethan says.After some minutes, they arrive at the hideout. It's a tiny, cold space, more like a container, with a flicker of light."Dad, I can't live here," Noah complains.Sandra hugs him. "It's gonna be okay."Feifei whispers, "That's the reason I'm telling him I'm not ready to give birth."They all scoff."So, what's our next plan?" Mr. Davis proposes."If we could step outside for a moment," Feifei says, looking at Noah. She doesn't want him to hear all they're about to discuss as he's just a kid.Sandra nods in understanding and stays with him as the others walk out."We know there is someone behind this, and we couldn
"We have to go back," Ethan says, scanning the room, while Noah sits down, wondering what happened."No, we're not going back. Let's run away from here, go to another country," Sandra suggests."You heard it yourself. They'll always find us, no matter how much we run. He sees us, and he will find us," Ethan retorts. While Sandra brushes her hair with her fingers, the phone rings again, and they almost jump in surprise. He looks at Sandra, who nods, giving him the go-ahead to answer the call."Hello, who is that?" his voice trembles."Hello, it's me... Alex," Alex mumbles. His voice already indicates that something is wrong."What's wrong?" he asks."The company, it's going bankrupt," Alex announces."What? How did that happen? How..." Ethan trails off."I don't know. All the companies you put under me, the shareholders are withdrawing, the people we partnered with are terminating the contracts with all possibilities," he says."Alex, what did you do wrong to make them do this?" Ethan