Drake, anticipating his return home, was bewildered to discover that the supposed exit led to a dead end. "Is there a secret door or something?" he pondered, scanning the area. His confusion heightened as he stumbled upon a border with a cryptic message inscribed on it.Reading it aloud, he muttered, "Welcome, tribute system users! This is the bottom area of this magnificent structure. The only way out here…"Drake's nonchalant expression transformed into a scowl as he continued reading. "The only way out is the top? That's right, but didn't Natasha say the bottom was actually the top and the top was the bottom? This… this doesn't make sense!"Crouching down to scrutinize the message, Drake finished reading to finally understand why Natasha wanted him to destroy the power source."The only way out is the top. The exit won't open unless you users destroy the power source located here in the bottom. However, once the power source breaks, the floors beginning from top to bottom will self
Drake massaged his temples upon hearing the news that everyone believed he had died merely because they found his belongings near a recently discovered corpse."Where's the funeral?" he inquired.Angarde immediately gestured towards the hotel's hall. "We used the event hall, as many wanted to see your wake.""Many?" he frowned. "I only have three specific people who will surely sob at my wake."Angarde didn't know how to respond, so he simply guided Drake inside the hall. As they entered, loud gasps echoed, and all eyes widened upon seeing Drake alive."Sorry about my appearance," he began, noting he was covered in mud from literally being more than six feet under the ground. "You may all leave now; sorry for the inconvenience."Everyone remained stunned, unable to process what was happening. Drake seized the opportunity to scan their faces, recognizing those the same people who had attended his fake funeral."These people will remain the same," he commented, his eyes landing on the r
Ignoring the intriguing yet seemingly unnecessary reward, Drake returned the odd door to the depths of his system storage."Who would even want to get there?" he blurted out. "I would never leave Eleanor."His focus shifted to taking care of his sister, whom he had been sticking close to after everything that had happened."Where's Eleanor?" he asked, not finding her where he left."I don't know. She's probably at the pool, again?" Lucille replied while eating alone in their suite."Lucille, didn't I tell you that you shouldn't leave Eleanor alone," he sighed, frustrated that Lucille wasn't taking Eleanor's feelings seriously, but he held back his frustration, knowing he was the only one aware of Eleanor's suicidal tendencies."Give Eleanor time to be on her own; she has to deal with her own emotions and thoughts.""The last time I left her alone, she died," he replied without thinking."What?" Lucille asked, puzzled."Nothing. Continue your meal," he sighed.Drake wandered through th
Marianne's tearful confession stunned Drake, leaving him scrambling for words as he struggled to fathom the repercussions of her impulsive decisions. With concern and frustration etched on his face, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder."Marianne, why would you do something like that? Giving up everything just because you thought I was... gone?" he said. His voice carried a blend of worry and disbelief.Marianne sniffled, attempting to compose herself. "I thought... I couldn't bear staying there after... after you're gone. You're the one who put me in there, so... everything felt pointless."Drake sighed, realizing the depth of her emotional turmoil. “Maybe it’s my fault too," he thought, thinking about how the other tribute system users caught him when he was supposed to introduce himself as the major shareholder of BellRox Corporation.There's still a long list of things he must do to make sure Eleanor's life is far from danger, or more specifically, far from Zack White. The list
Drake drew in a deep breath, preparing himself for their reaction. With a determined gaze, he declared, "I'm a trillionaire."Eleanor and Lucille exchanged incredulous glances, their eyes reflecting a mix of shock and disbelief."A trillionaire? But how?" Eleanor's voice quivered with a cocktail of emotions. "It doesn't add up, Drake. Where did all this sudden wealth come from?" Her eyes held a glint of suspicion."What's happening?" Lucille chimed in, her gaze fixed on him in disbelief.The weight of their questions pressed on Drake. He knew his explanation needed to be convincing, but all he managed was to recycle the same excuse he had already used. "Well, you see, it's from being lucky with my investments.""Investments?" Eleanor's eyebrows arched. She knew that her brother had been struggling financially just a few months ago, making his explanation unconvincing. She had let it slide when Drake named a hotel after her, but the sudden boast of his finances was hard to believe."We
In the bustling streets of Magrao's middle district, there was a spot that inevitably drew attention: the entourage accompanying Drake's group, specifically the array of burly personal guards. Eleanor and Lucille, just as mesmerized as the onlookers, gazed at Drake, who seemed unperturbed by the imposing men in suits surrounding their vehicle."Why aren't you two coming out?" Drake inquired, leaning casually against the car window, the sole figure standing proudly amidst the guards."Why are we surrounded by these intimidating people?" Eleanor asked, her curiosity tinged with a touch of apprehension."They aren't scary; they're here to protect us," Drake reassured them."But we're attracting so much attention. This district is always bustling," Lucille remarked, voicing her concern."Just ignore them. I prefer it this way," Drake insisted."Didn't you claim we weren't in trouble? Then why the need for protection?" Eleanor pressed, her confusion evident."I want you safe.”“I am safe.
Inside the breakroom, where Mr. Bigas served snacks and tea to Eleanor and Lucille, a heavy silence settled as no one seemed to have anything to talk about."Is cheap tea okay for you ladies?" he inquired, serving it regardless."I'm fine with anything," Eleanor politely replied."Oh, you're nice," he commented. His eyes discreetly scanned Eleanor's and Lucille's clothes, noticing they both wore luxury-branded attire. Coupled with the presence of personal guards standing closely by the door, he couldn't help but wonder which wealthy family they hailed from."Why do you keep looking at us like that?" Lucille asked, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze."I am just wondering why I've never heard of the Chwe family before," he explained."Of course, we don't know each other," Eleanor responded, also feeling uneasy."No, what I mean is, most of the people coming here were all from wealthy families for our services. I recognize their names immediately because it's always the wealthiest peop
Drake and Lucille arrived at BellRox Corporation's headquarters, a bustling workplace packed with tasks and a fast-paced environment. No one seemed to notice or care about Drake and Lucille's arrival, creating discomfort for Lucille."No one seems to care," Lucille commented as they stood inside the elevator."Care about what?" Drake asked."You were just declared dead not long ago, and you returned alive again, but no one seems to care. I know they know you. You were formerly the head manager of sales and operations," Lucille said."What do you expect their reaction to be?" he snorted."At least they could greet you?" she suggested."Greet me?" Drake chuckled. "For you, they may appear indifferent, but I bet during breaks, they'll be talking about me.""Why are you laughing about this? At least colleagues should care about each other," she shared."That's nonsense," he commented. "Anyway, they'll care more about me later.""Huh? What?" she tilted her head."You'll know after we meet