Drake Chwe trembled as he looked at the location pinned by the Tribute System. It was an unfamiliar place, and he had a gut feeling that something was off. The RedLutos Motel was definitely not where a Bellrox Corp. front desk worker should be during office hours. Not entirely trusting the system's accuracy, he decided to return to Bellrox Corp. and get more information.
Drake approached the front desk and politely asked, "Excuse me, do you know where Merlyn Spenser is?"
The front desk receptionist gave him a scrutinizing look from head to toe before responding with an obviously fake smile. "It's still 3 p.m.; she's at work."
"But where is she working right now?" Drake pressed.
"We can't share our colleagues' whereabouts without a valid reason," the receptionist replied, still smiling insincerely.
"I'm her boyfriend, and I can't reach her," Drake explained.
The other receptionists behind the desk burst into laughter. Their amusement was obvious, as if Drake had cracked a joke. Drake cleared his throat, trying to regain their attention, and the same receptionist spoke again.
"Sure, we all know she's your girlfriend. Everyone knows about the stray dog following her around the office," she said with a polite tone but a hint of mockery. "But that's not a valid reason to disclose her location. She's at work, so please don't bother us."
It was clear that the front desk wasn't going to help. The situation was getting more puzzling and worrying. With a heavy heart, he decided to go to the RedLutos Motel to find Merlyn himself, uncertain of what he might discover there.
Drake stood outside the motel, staring at the location marked on his Tribute System's map. He even spent 10,000 coins to double-check the location, and it still pointed to the motel. His anxiety grew as he considered what could be happening inside.
Feeling lost and unsure, Drake turned to the Tribute System for guidance. "Hey, system," he began politely, "do you have anything to help me find out why my girlfriend is in the motel?"
The system projected a holographic shopping cart and urged him to click on it. Drake did so, though he had no idea how these items could help.
“So what am I supposed to do with these?” he asked.
The system explained, "This is the Tribute System Marketplace. You can use your coins here to purchase celestial items, but because your system is in default user mode, you can only buy low-grade items. To unlock more features, you'll need to offer more tribute to the miniature temple."
"Why show me items I can't buy?" Drake asked, frustration in his voice. “Like I said, I can’t remember where the miniature temple was, so I can’t offer any tribute.”
"You're in luck. The item you need is available!" the system responded cheerfully.
Drake leaned closer to the holographic screen, eager to see what it suggested. The item was called "Otherworldly CCTV," and its description read, "User gets a 5-minute view of a specific location you want to monitor."
A spark of hope flared in Drake. This item could give him the answers he needed. He chose it without hesitation and made the purchase. The system confirmed the transaction, and Drake now had a way to monitor the RedLutos Motel and find out what Merlyn was up to.
"Is it really okay to spy?" Drake muttered to himself, seeking some justification for his actions.
After a moment, he decided to proceed, reminding himself that he had the Tribute System on his side. He looked at his phone, which displayed a message from the system. It said, “You can view you’re desired place for monitoring through your phone.”
Drake entered the room's location and watched his phone screen eagerly. His face lit up with amazement as he marveled at the system's capabilities. But that joy turned to a grim expression as he saw Merlyn comfortably reclining on the bed with another man.
"What else did I expect?" Drake scoffed bitterly to himself, struggling to come to terms with the painful betrayal unfolding before him.
Drake's heart broke as he continued to watch the live feed on his phone, showing Merlyn in a motel room with another man. He couldn't help but think, "Of course, it's a love motel. What else would a woman do here?"
He watched Merlyn genuinely laugh and giggle with the other man. It was an expression he hadn't seen on her face in a long time, and it hurt. He blamed himself for not being able to provide her with the happiness she seemed to be enjoying now. He felt like he had failed to give her the life she deserved.
Just as he was about to stop watching, he noticed the audio feature of the system. He hesitated for a moment but decided to listen in.
That's when the other man in the room spoke. "Sweetie, are you not done playing with that dog yet? What was his name again? Drake Chwe?"
Merlyn snorted and took a puff of her cigarette before responding, "I'm not playing."
The other man seemed puzzled. "You don't? Don't tell me you wanted that kind of disgusting man?"
"Ew. No," Merlyn said with disdain. "I just need a loyal dog in the office, and it's fun to play with the company's punching bag. I don't know why he thought I loved him. Ha, so stupid."
Drake's eyes widened as he listened to his girlfriend's callous words. The pain he felt was immeasurable—a mix of heartbreak and anger. His fury and heartache reached their peak as the five-minute duration of the system item ended, cutting off his ability to monitor the conversation.
With the information he'd gathered, he knew exactly which room Merlyn was in. He didn't hesitate and went straight to the elevator, ready to confront her.
As he reached her room, his emotions were a whirlwind of anger, betrayal, and a desire for answers. Drake knocked on the door loudly, his frustration and pain evident in each pounding rap, as if he were determined to break down the door if necessary.
The man in the motel room opened the door and glared at Drake with irritation as he asked, "Who are you?" He was taller and bigger than Drake, but that didn't deter Drake's anger in the slightest.
Drake pushed the man aside, catching him completely off guard due to his unexpected actions. Drake walked into the room, and his presence caused Merlyn to look at him in shock. However, her surprise was short-lived, and she quickly regained her composure, flashing a smirk as she said, "Surprise."Drake's heart continued to pound as he faced the woman he had once loved but now saw as the person who had callously betrayed him.
"How... how could you do this, Merlyn?" Drake's voice trembled with a mixture of anguish and anger. "After everything we've been through?"
Merlyn stood up, her demeanor oozing confidence and arrogance, as she approached Drake with predatory grace. Her face was inches from his, and her words dripped with venom.
"Drake, darling," she purred, "I've grown tired of your pathetic excuses. Your family problems, your never-ending bad luck—they're just too much to bear. I deserve better, and Mr. Johanson here can give me everything I desire."
Drake's fists clenched and his jaw tightened, but he refused to let the tears welling in his eyes spill over. He wouldn't give Merlyn the satisfaction of seeing him break down. He also knew that Merlyn was oblivious to the fact that he had overheard their conversation earlier.
"Fine, Merlyn," he said through gritted teeth. "You've made your choice. But remember this: I won't let your betrayal define me. I'll rise above this, and you'll regret the day you turned your back on me."
Merlyn chuckled coldly, her hand caressing Drake's cheek mockingly. "Oh, Drake, you always were the dreamer. Good luck with that, but I highly doubt you'll ever recover from this."
Drake glared at Merlyn because of what she said, but he couldn't reply to her because the security personnel of the motel arrived, summoned by Mr. Johanson. Drake found himself unceremoniously dragged and thrown out of the motel. Despite the humiliating treatment, no tears welled up in his eyes. Instead, a steely resolve settled within him.
He stared up at the neon sign of the Redlutos Motel, his jaw clenched with determination. "You all will definitely pay," he declared, his voice filled with unwavering conviction.
With that vow hanging in the air, Drake turned his back on the motel and walked away. His steps were filled with purpose, and his heart was fueled by a burning desire to change his life completely and make those who had wronged him pay for their betrayal.
Drake moved through the bustling streets with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions in his mind. He left the motel, but pressing concerns still weighed heavily on him. He asked himself, "What's my next move? Where do I even start?" Drake clenched his fists. "Merlyn… they won't get away with this. I'll make sure of it. But my top priority is helping Ely. I won't let anything happen to her," he thought to himself, his sister's trusting and hopeful face flashing in his mind. The Tribute System had granted him a fortune, but it could only be withdrawn in the form of coins. Drake realized that he needed a solution to this conundrum—a way to convert his coins into a more manageable and useful form of currency. “Ugh! I said that, but where can I even find the miniature temple? I need to offer a tribute!” he exclaimed. He retraced his steps through the city, attempting to recall the events of that night when he had met Zack White and stumbled upon the temple. The memory was hazy, clouded
Aunt Beck had been Drake's sole pillar of support, especially in the absence of his gambling mother. Sadly, due to his mother's reckless behavior, Aunt Beck had stopped providing help to them. However, even though she had decided not to concern herself with Linda, she still held a soft spot in her heart for her niece and nephew."What are you doing here?" Aunt Beck asked, clearly surprised to see Drake in her store."Hi, Aunt," Drake said, greeting her with a warm smile. "Didn't I tell you I'd pay you back?""Seriously? Doesn't Eleanor need it more?" Aunt Beck inquired.Aunt Beck stepped away from the cash register and approached Drake. She wasn't the cashier; she was simply idling in her own store."She does, and that's why I need your help, Aunt," Drake explained.Aunt Beck's forehead furrowed in concern. "I may have a few game stores and arcades, but I'm not wealthy, Drake.""I know. I'm not asking for money. I will genuinely pay back what I owe.""Are you really going to pay me?"
Linda's words reverberated inside Drake's head, like a painful symphony of hurtful words that sent shockwaves through his entire being. "We can claim more money in insurance if she dies! Why spend more money?" Linda heartlessly shouted, igniting a fiery rage within Drake. "What did you say?" he thundered. "How dare you say that!" Drake couldn't believe that those words had come from his own mother. How could someone be so cold? How could a mother be so utterly indifferent to her child? How had his mother turned into a stranger, someone he no longer recognized? The questions swirled in his mind, leaving him stunned and anguished."We could claim ten million from the insurance if you'd just left her alone! Why spend more on her?" Linda repeatedly asked, while angrily stomping her foot on the floor as if Drake were the one who had made the wrong decision. Drake glanced at his unconscious sister lying in her hospital bed before he approached his mother. "Mom—no, Linda. Is that the on
"What do you need?" Drake asked, ignoring Merlyn's words.Merlyn looked perplexed, as she was certain that she didn't know anyone who owned a penthouse among the people she knew. In fact, Drake was right. She didn't own any units in this building at all. She had only come here to seduce wealthy bachelors and had rushed over when she heard that one of the expensive penthouses in the city had finally been occupied."Won't you come out? Let's talk. We're neighbors now," Merlyn said, not giving up on her seductive approach."Don't lie," Drake retorted. He finally opened the door, and Merlyn looked at it with anticipation. It took only seconds for her to drop her act once she recognized Drake."What the heck? Where's the owner?" Merlyn said, annoyed."I am the owner," Drake replied."Don't give me crap. I bet you're just a utility boy or a cleaning boy here," Merlyn said with disdainful remarks. "How's life after being fired?"Drake looked at the woman he once loved, wondering where the sw
In a dimly lit room fraught with tension, Marcus Lee paced back and forth. His accomplices, including David Cheng, sat nervously around a large table cluttered with documents."This is a disaster! An absolute disaster!" Marcus Lee exclaimed, his agitation evident."Come on, Marcus, don't start blaming me now. We all agreed to this, remember?" David Cheng defended himself."Agreed, yes! But you, David, have taken way more than your fair share! We had a plan, a carefully calculated plan, and you blew it!" Marcus Lee accused.Linsey Clare, another member of the group, chimed in."Marcus is right, David. We were supposed to stick to the agreed-upon amounts. Now the numbers don't add up, and the auditors are getting closer," she said, visibly worried.Harold Steal, the fourth member, interjected with a hint of desperation."We need to figure out how to cover this up. The money trail will lead straight to us if we're not careful," he said, frustrated."And it's all because of David's greed!
In the corner of the police station's detention area, Drake sat in silence. His lawyer and Aunt Beck were there, handling all the necessary paperwork and legal proceedings on his behalf. He felt utterly helpless, still reeling from the shock and adrenaline of the situation.The police station was a chaotic scene, swarming with reporters, camera crews, and curious onlookers. The air was filled with a cacophony of voices, camera shutters clicking, and news vans parked outside. Drake's photo, superimposed over headlines that read "DearBeck Co. owner accused of embezzlement," dominated the news coverage. It was a stark and unwelcome contrast to the successful businessman he had been just hours ago."Drake, are you alright?" Aunt Beck asked, her concern evident."Aunt, I'm sorry," Drake replied with a trembling voice. "Because of me, your company's name has been ruined.""What name? DearBeck was nothing before your investment, so don't blame yourself," Aunt Beck reassured him."But, Aunt,
Drake Chwe sat precariously close to the edge of the building, the wind ruffling his hair and coat as he gazed down. The onlookers below wore expressions of shock and concern."Mr. Chwe, please don't do this. Let's talk about it," a rescuer said softly, his voice filled with concern as he approached Drake cautiously."Wait, wait, it's not what you think," Drake exclaimed. He abruptly stood up, causing everyone to gasp in fear. The rescuer maintained a safe distance as he approached Drake slowly, trying to reach out and engage in a conversation."We know that you have been accused. We already know that you didn't do it. Ending your life is not a good thing," the rescuer said, attempting to reason with Drake.Drake froze for a moment. He was speechless, realizing how everyone had misunderstood his presence near the edge of the building."It's not like they will believe me if I say I am here to offer a tribute," he thought to himself."Think of your family, Mr. Chwe. They need you, and t
In the city hall's lobby, Drake observed Aunt Beck and his lawyer, both looking anxious as they conversed with the police officers."What's going on, Aunt Beck?" he asked."They only managed to apprehend Marcus Lee. The others have already left the country, and tracking them down will be incredibly difficult," Aunt Beck explained, frustration evident in her voice."Can money not help find them?" Drake inquired, prompting everyone in the vicinity to exchange uncertain glances."What do you mean, sir?" one of the police officers asked."I can offer a cash reward to help catch them. Ten million dollars per head should be sufficient," Drake proposed, his determination evident.The police officers were taken aback by the generous offer but quickly recovered."Well, it could certainly help, sir. We will make a public announcement for you," one of the officers responded."Thank you, sir," Drake said as the police officers left in a hurry.As Drake, Aunt Beck, and their lawyer awaited the tri
Ten years had passed, yet the dream of earning a sextillion coins remained elusive. Time slipped away unnoticed as Drake immersed himself in the relentless pursuit of money to settle his debts. Only too late did he realize the true cost of his singular focus.Seated in his office, absorbed in his tasks, Drake was jolted from his concentration by the ringing of his phone. Glancing at the caller's ID, he recognized his sister Eleanor's number. With a resigned sigh, he answered the call."Hey, Ely," Drake greeted, attempting to sound nonchalant despite his apprehension."Drake, where are you?!" Eleanor's voice crackled with frustration and disappointment."I'm at the office, why?" Drake responded, his heart sinking as he anticipated the conversation that was about to unfold."Seriously? You forgot, didn't you?" Eleanor's incredulous tone pierced through the line.Drake's stomach churned with guilt. "Forgot what?"Eleanor let out an exasperated sigh. "My wedding, Drake! The one I've been
Drake was shocked to learn the truth, his jaws dropping even further when Lucille revealed that he needed to repay the tribute system twofold."Earning sextillion coins is impossible!" he exclaimed."You have to offer it back, or else you'll spend your life paying for it," Lucille replied grimly, exaggerating the explanation to divert Drake's attention away from herself."Damn it. Is this why I can't kill Zack? He cannot die until he pays his debt," Drake said frustratingly, but then he smiled viciously. "But does that mean I can keep him in prison to suffer?""He doesn't change. Good luck," Lucille muttered under her breath, slowly becoming accustomed to Drake's viciousness."What is it?" Drake asked."Nothing. I was just wondering why you came here," she bluntly asked, inwardly worried about the chance of Drake hurting her."What else? To pick you up?" Drake said, grabbing Lucille's hand and looking into her eyes with sincerity. "Lucille, please believe me, what Marianne said was al
Lucille Bmak seized the opportunity to escape when Drake and Rebecca were engrossed in their own conversation.Thinking it was her chance, she began to make her way out. However, unbeknownst to her, she was trapped in a labyrinth from which only Zack, Rebecca, and Drake could find their way out."What the hell is this place?" she muttered to herself as she continued downwards in an attempt to escape, but the path seemed endless."Aah!" she screamed as someone suddenly yanked her back."You're new here? There's nothing above your head yet," the female said, her tone cautious and discreet. “I got the ability to see other users status and progress. You're still fresh. Save yourself!”"What? I don't belong here. Do you know the exit?" Lucille asked, sensing no hostility from the girl."Go up instead of down," the girl replied honestly."Really? But why aren't you leaving?" Lucille inquired."I'm weak, but I can't die. You should be careful. Let go of the system as soon as possible while i
Lucille Bmak had prepared herself for this inevitable day.She knew all too well that her peaceful days would come to an end as long as Zack White and Drake Chwe existed.However, despite her thorough preparation, she couldn't shield her heart from the viciousness that Zack and Drake displayed towards her.The constant hostility from both men exhausted her heart and mind, leaving her unable to display any emotion upon seeing Drake, whose presence made her heart throb, or Zack, whose mere presence sent shivers down her spine."Damn you! Damn your luck!" Zack White growled in frustration, his anger palpable as he longed to inflict harm upon Lucille.He yelled and pounded on the barrier as if he desired nothing more than to tear Lucille apart, but what frustrated him even more was the nonchalant expression on Lucille's face."Do you think you'll escape me for imprisoning me for three years? I'll torture you every second of the day!" he threatened."So foolish," Lucille commented, further
Drake Chwe hurried to find Lucille. He strode past the long underground passage, paying little heed to the torture cell, laboratories, and whatever bizarre occurrences filled each room. As long as Lucille wasn't there, Drake's focus remained undeterred."Where the hell are you?" he muttered exasperatedly to himself, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he reached the final room at the end of the underground complex. Taking a deep breath, he swung open the door, only for his eyes to widen in shock at the sight of his lover bound by chains."Lucille!" he exclaimed, rushing forward to free her, but his efforts proved futile."Drake, long time no see," Lucille greeted casually, her gaze devoid of emotion as if she had just woken up from a nap."Hang on a little longer. I'll free you soon," he promised, frantically rummaging through his bag for any tool that might help, but none did the trick."Damn it!" he cursed in frustration, realizing he couldn't access his trusted system in a time of
Zack sported a victorious grin, his eyes locked onto Drake with the same intensity Drake once aimed at him from within the torture cell. His lips curled as he relished the sweet taste of turning the tables."It'll be better if we suffer together. You know, I didn't plan to torment you for just three years," Zack said, closing the distance between them. "Let's make it forever," he whispered, his voice dripping with menace.His grin widened as he observed Drake's expression darken. However, standing closer to Drake proved to be a mistake."Oh, damn it," Zack cursed, blood bubbling up as he collapsed to the ground."All talk, huh?" Drake snorted, a twisted smirk forming on his lips as he pressed his foot onto Zack's face. "Your only shot at survival was staying locked away. Why set yourself free?""What's happening?" Zack grunted in agony, attempting to extract the knife lodged in his side, but it remained stubbornly embedded in his flesh."Can't you recognize these?" Drake sneered, with
Thanks to Merlyn, Drake finally learned where Lucille had been taken. He instructed Merlyn to locate her using his device, unaware that she would succumb to a heart attack afterward, much like the way he deceived and threatened Natasha into her demise."Code blue! Code blue! Room 203!" a nurse frantically announced.Medical staff rushed to Merlyn Spenser's side, the monitor next to her bed blaring with the alarming sound of a code blue. Doctors and nurses swarmed into the room, their faces etched with urgency as they converged around Merlyn's bed. The room was filled with the sound of rapid footsteps and the clatter of medical equipment."Goodbye, Merlyn. Thank you for your help," Drake coldly muttered as he casually walked out of the ICU, a strange sense of satisfaction washing over him."Why Canman, though?" he wondered, glancing at the address Merlyn had provided. "This doesn't sound good."He immediately hopped into his car and drove to Canman, Zack White’s hometown. Arriving the
When faced with a choice between life and death, the decision might seem obvious to most. Yet, Lucille Bmak's response was anything but expected. Though she typically valued her own survival above all else, this time she made a different choice."F*ck you!" Lucille spat defiantly, refusing to entertain whatever offer Zack White had in store. Having fallen into Drake's traps before, she was adamant about not allowing herself to be ensnared by another chain, even if it meant facing death."This is the last time I'm asking you. Listen to me, or—" Zack seethed, tightening his grip around her neck."I don't care! Kill me!" Lucille exclaimed, though her body trembled with fear. Summoning a forced smile, she added, "You've repeated yourself three times now. You sound like the one who needs me.""Who needs who?" Zack White yelled, his fury palpable. Despite his rage, he found himself unable to carry out Lucille's demise.Rebecca, the veteran user of the system, who had once bestowed favors up
Inside Lucille's house, the dimly lit corridors exuded an eerie aura as Zack White prowled through them, his presence ominous and foreboding. His eyes gleamed with a dark resolve as he approached Lucille's study, his heart pulsing with venomous intent."Finally... the moment I've been waiting for," he whispered to himself. He tried to be as quiet as possible so that no one could detect him."I'll kill you once I'm done with my task," he murmured, his voice low and menacing. Despite the vigilant guards stationed at every corner of Lucille's house, Zack's movements remained undetected. He used a system device to camouflage himself through the guards.Peering into the study, he observed Lucille seated at her desk, completely absorbed in her work, unaware of his presence. Zack's lips curled into a sneer as he watched her, memories of past torment flooding his mind."You thought you could hide from me, Lucille. But I always find my prey," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice. "How dar