Chapter 9
"Ethan!" Mr. Desmond's voice jolts Ethan awake, prompting him to groan as he rises from his bed and hurries to meet him in the still-dark hours."Sir, here I am," Ethan mutters sleepily.
"Do you know how many times I've been calling you? Sleeping like a pig!" Mr. Desmond scolds.
"Sorry, sir," Ethan replies.
"You have to drive me somewhere now, in the dead of night, and mark my words, don't snoop around. Stay in the car, got it?" Mr. Desmond warns sternly.
"Okay, sir," Ethan acquiesces as Mr. Desmond tosses the car keys to him.
The world outside is still asleep as they board the car, Mr. Desmond guiding Ethan along an unfamiliar path that takes twenty minutes to traverse.
Eventually, they arrive at their destination. A grand black gate stands proudly before a two-story building, an imposing structure that captures Ethan's attention. The automatic doors swing open, allowing them entry into the spacious compound, though not as expansive as the Mighty-E compound.
"Stay here and don't wander if you want to live," Mr. Desmond cautions before disembarking from the car.
Ethan's curiosity gnaws at him as he watches Mr. Desmond enter the building. Soon after, two burly men join him, their identities slightly obscured. Squinting, Ethan tries to identify one of them, but his view remains limited.
Considering Mr. Desmond's warning, Ethan decides it's best to stay put for his safety. His impatience grows as he waits, scanning his surroundings for any signs of activity.
The system in his mind presents a new mission: {Get to the building's basement and discover what's happening. Reward: 1 trillion}.
Ethan's eyes widen at the potential reward, but he hesitates, the unknown dangers of the strange house giving him pause.
"Wow, that's a hefty reward, but staying inside is the safer option. I'm clueless about what might be lurking around in this eerie place."
{The mission would expire if Mr. Desmond returns}.
"Fine, fine, talking to you is pointless," Ethan mutters, cracking the door open. As he steps outside, the challenge ahead seems formidable. He sneaks around cautiously, his heart racing as he tries to pinpoint the basement's location.
Ethan's movements are stealthy as he navigates the unfamiliar surroundings.
"Where on earth is this basement?" he thinks, his determination fueling his persistence. He finally stumbles upon the entrance to the building, his heart pounding as he enters the room. Slowly, he makes his way toward the car park, his senses on high alert.
A movement catches his eye, causing him to take cover behind a row of cars. Peering through the darkness, he observes a group of figures near a line of vans. They are busy placing something into the vans, though he can't discern the exact nature of their activity. The tension in the air is palpable as Ethan strains to make sense of the scene before him.
{Mission accomplished. Reward: 1 trillion}. "That's soon," he whispers so silently.
He stays to see what they are moving out but can't see it. Until every van drives away, he sneaks back to where the car is.
They arrive back home in daylight. "Wash the car and prepare breakfast."
"Okay, sir." He moves to work; under twenty minutes, he finishes the work and serves each their meal.
"The washing machine is malfunctioning, and I want you to wash the clothes," Mrs. Desmond says.
"Mom... you want him to wash the clothes?".
"Yes, I want him," she affirms.
"That's uncalled for, Dad, say something," she says, feeling frustrated.
"It's his work, and he has to do it. So have your breakfast and do the chores, make sure it's all the clothes, including hers." Nick and Max laugh.
"It's not funny," Ariana barks at them.
"I will do it, sir," he says.
They resume their meal, then Nick's phone rings. It's from Sandra. He smiles as he picks it up.
"Hello, babe... what? What do you mean? You know what you're saying?" he yells sequentially. Then the phone hangs up.
"They stare at him, questioning. "Who is that?" Mr. Desmond inquires.
"It's Sandra... she called the engagement off," he utters.
"Really!"
"Yes, Dad."
"Don't worry, I will call his father. They know the gravity of this," he says, then tells Ethan to eat.
When he enters his room, Sandra's call comes in.
"Hello, congratulations on your disengagement,".
"Yeah, congratulations. I am on my way to the Mighty-E company," she says.
"To MY company," he emphasizes.
"I am on my way to prove that you know how my heart is racing now. I don't know if all you said is true,".
"Even with all that money I sent to you? Okay, I have already told Mr. Jayden, my P.A., about you. You will meet another man there, Mr. Davis."
"Okay, do the two know about you?" she inquires.
"Jayden no, Davis yes." he replies.
"Okay, my regards to your system."
"It will hear, bye," he says and then hangs up.
"Ethan!" Mr. Desmond calls out to him. He hasn't even eaten his food yet. He rushes to the dining room.
"Go and open the door," he prompts.
"Okay, sir," he says and walks to the door, then swiftly opens it.
He can't help but widen his eyes and open his mouth. He breathes heavily, locking gazes with the person in front of him. "Hey, Ethan," his uncle smile wickedly.
He doesn't say anything.
"Can you please let me pass, motherless?" he says, smirking. Laugh while you can.
"Sure," he opens the door wider.
"Oh, look who's here," Mr. Desmond welcomes him.
It's all just fake—the love the Desmond family showed him then. It's all damn fake. Uncle Ben and Mr. Desmond have been planning this all along.
Mr. Ben is properly welcomed and provided a seat for him.
Ethan immediately prepares the food for him and serves him.
"My feet are feeling itchy," he complains then faces Ethan "I'd like to have my feet washed,".
He gazes back at him.
"What are you standing there for? Go get water," Mrs. Desmond orders.
He goes in and emerges with a bowl of water, places it down in front of him, and starts washing his leg.
"Yeah, I love that!" he says, and they all laugh.
Mr. Ben takes a munch from his food.
"So, what are you here for?" Mr. Desmond asks.
"It's about Mighty-E," he says amidst his eating.
Ethan's ears twitch.
Mr. Desmond raises his hand, indicating him to pause. "We'll talk about it upstairs after you finish eating," he says.
What is all this about? First, the secret meeting, and now about him, he thinks. They are planning something very dark.
{Mission reloading, 25%, 45%, 65%, 75%, 100%. New mission unlocked: Feed the Nation. Reward: 50 trillion.} "What!" he screams. {Every single necessary person.} "Who are necessary people?" {Everyone that needs it.} "Oh, but how will I do that? How? How?" he wonders aloud in his room. Then he calls Sandra, his new secretary, his new interest. "Hello, I've got a new mission for you, the system's new mission," he says. "What's that, and Mr. Davis is greeting you". "My regards to him. The mission is to feed the nation." "What!" she exclaims so loudly that he shifts the phone away from his ear. "What did he say?" Mr. Davis asks from the background. "How is that possible!" he yells. "And if it is possible, you know it will damage the economy," Sandra asks. "I know, but I have to do it. It seems impossible but somehow possible. I want you to calculate the nation's population, then calculate how much will each person collect if 10 trillion is to be shared," he requests. "See, yo
Ethan wakes up earlier than usual. He quietly tends to the house and prepares breakfast. He glances at the clock and realizes he has an hour before the others will awaken. As he plates the food, he can't help but enjoy this clandestine role. He observes people's true selves by pretending to be nothing more than a humble servant. He hums a tune while setting the table. Contemplating what it would be like if he reveals his true identity as the mighty-E from the very beginning. They might beg for forgiveness, claiming they don't mean any harm, while they are wolves in sheep's clothing. Just as he is lost in thought, he hears hurried footsteps descending the stairs. Startled, he turns to see Mr. Desmond. "Good morning," Ethan greets with a bow. "Keep it," Mr. Desmond replies curtly, snatching the remote control and turning on the TV. The screen displays a news headline that reads, "Generous Benefactor anonymous mighty-E Gifts $30,000 to Every Citizen, Inspiring Unity and Hope
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
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
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