Lucille found herself going with the flow, unable to keep up with Drake's pace, and ended up doing what he wanted.Eventually, both of them got dressed and prepared for the day."Where's your home?" Drake asked as they got inside the car."Huh?" Lucille responded, still in a daze."Where's your house?" he repeated. "Or do you have classes today? Where should I drop you off?""Huh? Ah?" she mumbled, shaking her head to focus. "Please take me home.""Are you sure? Won't you miss any classes?" he inquired."N-no. No, sir.""Sir? Call me by my name," he chuckled. "Am I too old for you?""No, you're still young!" she stammered."Or do you not remember my name? You were screaming my name last night at—"Drake couldn't finish his sentence as Lucille panicked and covered his mouth."I got it. I got it," she said, her face turning red.Drake simply smiled. The two became silent for the rest of the ride until they reached Lucille's house. He couldn't help but notice how much she fidgeted in her
Marianne sat nervously in front of Drake's desk, her eyes darting around the room as she fidgeted with her hands. However, Drake was preoccupied with his own thoughts, his expression dark and distant.“How did he become the CEO? As far as I know, the chairman opposed Zack managing their family business. What changed his mind? Is this the effect of changing the future?” he thought inwardly, occupied by the unpredictability of Zack White. "Zack runs the underworld with ease after he got the system. Now that he doesn't have the system, he manages the Gracestone instead?"Marianne noticed his dark expression, and his anxiety was loud in the silence of his office. A few moments later, she finally mustered the courage to voice her concerns.“Drake, I... I can't do this," she stuttered. “I can't be the new director of BellRox. I don't have the experience, and I'm not confident enough to face the other directors. Are you sure there's no one else you can appoint?”Director Rox told her how Dra
Drake stood on the rooftop of a building, the wind tousling his hair as he surveyed the sprawling city below. This was the very spot where he had first witnessed the mysterious miniature temple's appearance, and now he returned with a purpose in mind."Is it time yet?" he pondered, positioning himself in the dimly lit rooftop, awaiting the temple's reappearance or the summoner's arrival."I'm certain someone else summoned it," he muttered.After a few moments, his eyes widened as the miniature temple slowly materialized at the rooftop's edge. Its reappearance, much like the first time he had encountered it, left him perplexed. He knew it was no mere coincidence, but he couldn't help but wonder what triggered the temple's appearance."We were too preoccupied with my standing by the edge and my issues; the person who summoned the temple was likely scared off," he thought, recalling the chaotic night that followed Marcus Lee's initial accusations."Should I make an offering first?" he mu
In the police station, Drake lounged in the lobby, seemingly at ease, as if the precinct held no novelty for him. This week alone, he'd become a familiar face, making multiple visits.While still awaiting release from the police station, Drake browsed his system, searching for any valuable information. As he perused Zack White's family background, Drake pondered, "So everyone has a weird family. Does that make it not weird?" Connecting data about the White family members, he scoffed, "I've spent lots of money just to read about their family feud."Flipping through his system's pages, Drake's thoughts raced, "But this still doesn't explain how Zack became the CEO. He targeted Zemo, yet there are two more Zanduco heirs in line. Shouldn't Zanjo take precedence?" He scratched his head, puzzled by the changes he observed since his regression."Zack has changed significantly, but why?" Drake tilted his head, shaking it. "No. There's one key distinction—he hasn't taken anyone's life yet." Re
Zemo observed Drake and Zack exchange sinister glances, sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't help but wonder about Drake's real motives and what fueled his resentment towards Zack. He could tell that this was the first time Zack met Drake, yet Drake seemed driven by an unspoken agenda that intrigued and puzzled Zemo simultaneously."You have an interesting friend here, Zemo," Zack commented, leaving Zemo unsure of how to respond, given that he and Drake weren't really friends."Stop intimidating Zemo's friend," Zanjo interjected, approaching Drake. "Are you the one who found Zemo and saved him?""Yes. I literally threw up when I first saw him. He was bathing in his blood," Drake honestly shared, noticing Zack struggling to conceal his true expression."We also saw the photo that the police sent. We are really indebted to you. Thank you for saving my brother," Zanjo sincerely expressed his gratitude."If you are truly grateful, then please give me 1 billion dollars," Drake joked
Drake Chwe's mind raced with the unsettling mystery of how Zack White had not only pinpointed his location but also managed to track him with an unnerving precision. Anxiety gripped him, intensifying as he considered the possibility that Zack possessed something stronger than his own system."How did he find me?" Drake mused inwardly. "Does he know Eleanor is here? How does he know where I was going?"His gaze fixated on the lean man standing confidently before him, a wide grin etched across Zack's face. "You're BellRox's major shareholder, right?" Zack inquired.Drake's eyes widened, and he instinctively clenched his fist, striving to maintain composure but internally, panic set in."How does he know? I made sure to keep my name anonymous. Does he know me, then? This is impossible. We've never crossed paths in this timeline.""Mr. Chwe?" Zack called again, noticing Drake's wariness. A sneer played on Zack's lips. "What's got you so nervous?""Nervous? Me? No, not at all," Drake stamm
The next day, Drake woke up with casts wrapped around his left leg, arms, and a brace on his neck. Although he appeared uncomfortable, Drake paid little attention to his current situation, knowing he could heal himself later. Also, his fury overshadowed the pain of his injuries."Killing him once won't be enough. He tried to kill me twice; I should pay back twice," he said, anger etched on his face despite his immobile state."But what should I do, confront him now or stick with the original plan?" he wondered.With the tribute system, he was confident he could kill Zack with ease, but the question of whether killing him at once would satisfy him gnawed at him.Unlike those who tormented him emotionally, Zack went directly at harming him and those around him without mercy. He wanted to know what kind of revenge he could exact to see the despair and fear in Zack's eyes."Does that psycho have fear?" he mused. "I badly want to scare him to death," he seethed, clenching his fist, which b
The next day, Eleanor bravely stood before the nurse's office, holding Drake's personal documents in a worn brown envelope. Her brother lay still, deeply asleep, and she knew she was the sole member of their family that he could rely on. The daunting task ahead was managing insurance and medical bills for his care."Miss Eleanor, why are you here?" the nurse recognized her."My brother is in Ward 369, and he can't handle the paperwork for his stay. Can you guide me on what needs to be done?" she asked timidly, clutching the envelope."Insurance and medical bills?" the nurse inquired."Yes, and I was told I need to personally purchase his medicine at the pharmacy. I'm not sure where that is," she admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed about her lack of knowledge despite spending half her life in the hospital. This only deepened her gratitude towards Drake for handling these matters through the years."Oh, the pharmacy is beside the cashier on the ground floor," the nurse informed her. “I