2023-05-29 15:41:26"From the expression you're giving, it seems you're quite interested in my request. Maybe you don't want to accept money, but I will give you something that you truly need if you succeed in healing me."
Andrew pondered for a moment. He then saw this as a good opportunity to fix his chaotic life.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Your offer sounds quite intriguing."
"Then, I guess we've reached an agreement. So, how about it? Do you want to do it now?"
"Before that, I want to know, how do you know that I can save you?" Andrew asked.
"I didn't have a heart attack, Andrew. And I know you understand that. It was only you who could suddenly replenish the oxygen that vanished yesterday. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have called you here."
Andrew nodded, then said, "Yes, I didn't perform CPR as others would have wanted. I just tried to 'revive' your fading pulse."
"And I hope this time you truly revive it, so it will never die again."
"I'm saving you, Sir, not making you immortal."
Andrew then got up from his chair and approached William. He placed his hand on William's chest and discovered that William's remaining lifespan was approximately three weeks. Andrew withdrew his hand and said, "This is worse than when I helped you yesterday. Three weeks is all that's left."
"Sad," William replied.
Andrew then placed his hand back on William's chest. He closed his eyes, focusing on healing William. A light emerged from between his fingers and entered William's chest.
The old man jerked and felt something cold and creeping flowing through his body, reaching up to his head.
"Well," Andrew withdrew his hand and smiled at William. "I think I can indeed heal you, Sir. But before that, I need to find out the appropriate treatment that I can use with my abilities."
William looked at his hand and then pointed to Andrew. "If you notice, since yesterday, my fingernails were pitch black. It was really frustrating, I wasn't ready to die. There are still many things I want to do in this world. And look now, my fingernails have returned to normal. Even my chest feels much lighter to breathe compared to earlier. Thank you, Andrew."
"My pleasure. But it's too soon for you to thank me. I just detected your illness and provided a little relief to prevent it from becoming aggressive. The journey is still long, but rest assured, I will try to heal you."
"Alright, then I want you and your sister to stay here during the healing process. You don't need to worry about money. Once it's done, I will give you a sum of money calculated from today until the day you leave," William said.
"Also, don't forget about what I need. I may not know what I want right now, but when I return from your house and demand my payment, I hope you can provide it."
"Yes, don't worry, Andrew. I'll do whatever it takes to attain healing. You don't need to worry about that. You're with William, the only thing I can't do is remove this illness from my body. If only I could, I would undoubtedly be the most perfect person ever born in New York," William remarked with a chuckle.
"I think one of the causes of this illness is your arrogance. But, I'm still impressed by your ability to find me. It can be said that I have quite a confidence in your greatness."
"Well, Andrew, save your admiration for now. It's better for you to rest and take your sister to the room. I will have my staff prepare another room. I also want to rest. A sunny day like today should be used for a short nap. I've prepared everything you need in the room, from clothes and much more. Just call the servants through the phone and they will provide whatever you want. Also, later in the evening, I want to take you both to have dinner at my friend's restaurant."
Andrew nodded. "That sounds like an interesting plan. Alright, excuse me, Sir. I’ll go to meet my sister and then go to my room."
As Andrew walked out, William pressed a small button near the leg of his chair. He took another puff from the remaining cigar and smiled widely as he watched Andrew walking farther away.
"Ah, I didn't expect this long journey to yield results. I just need to find out about the disease that has taken hold of his body. But where do I get information about it? I truly have no clue about the extent of my own power," Andrew lamented. "I hope Grandma can give me some guidance. Detecting his illness and granting me a little power like earlier doesn't mean I can easily cure him.”
**
Shortly after, the black-suited man who had brought Andrew earlier appeared before William. He bowed his body, showing respect to the middle-aged man.
"How is it? Are they in their respective rooms?" William asked.
"Yes, Sir. Miss Erica is on the second floor, while Mr. Andrew is on the fourth floor, in the room you prepared for him. If we follow the plan, everything should go smoothly. The book has been placed where Mr. Andrew can reach it," the man replied.
"Great, this will definitely be a success. I can't wait to be free from this illness and live without burdens. Make sure nothing they want is overlooked, it's your task to monitor Andrew," William instructed.
"Yes, Sir. By the way, will you inform Mr. Andrew soon about his identity as the Young Master of this family?" the man asked.
William smirked, blowing smoke from his mouth and nose. He shook his head and said, "Not now. "
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The flickering neon lights outside 'The Rusty Anchor' reflected off the rain puddles, creating distorted shadows on Andrew’s face. He pulled his hoodie lower. It felt strange walking among the people he usually ignored. Now, he was one of them—the invisible debris of the city.His back still throbbed from the strikes of Orlando’s silver cane, and every step he took sent a jolt of pain through his fractured ribs. However, that physical agony was nothing compared to the cold, frozen rage solidifying in his chest.Andrew stopped in front of an old electronics shop displaying a dozen televisions in the window. Every single one broadcasted the same face: Elena."Further evidence has been uncovered regarding Andrew’s involvement in money laundering through his humanitarian foundation," the news anchor’s voice echoed through the quiet street. "Orlando Smith, currently serving as interim CEO, has promised full transparency. Meanwhile, Andrew’s whereabouts remain unknown. Police warn that he i
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The rain over the industrial zone was thick with the scent of rusted metal and sea salt. Inside the warehouse, the air was stagnant, smelling of antiseptic and decay. Andrew stood before a cracked mirror in the small bathroom of the bunker, staring at the stranger looking back at him.His face was a map of purple bruises and jagged cuts. His ribs were bound so tightly with bandages that every breath felt like a shallow struggle. But it was his eyes that troubled him most. The vibrant, electric blue that usually pulsed with the energy of the necklace had faded into a dull, flat grey. He reached for his chest, touching the blackened stone. It felt like a cold piece of coal, dead and unresponsive."Boss, the van is ready," Viper’s voice echoed from the hallway. "But I still think this is a mistake. You’re in no condition to be on the streets."Andrew stepped out, leaning heavily against the doorframe. He was wearing a grease-stained hoodie and oversized cargo pants—the kind of clothes he
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Viper pushed the black van through the outskirts of the city, weaving through traffic and mounting curbs whenever necessary. In the back, Andrew lay sprawled on the floor, his breath coming in jagged hitches. His chest felt like it was being hollowed out by fire. Every time he tried to tap into the energy of the necklace, a cold, viscous pain stabbed at his heart. The seal was absolute."Hang on, Boss," Viper growled, swerving the wheel toward a derelict industrial zone near the docks. "We’re almost at 'The Hole'."'The Hole' was an old warehouse Andrew had converted into an emergency medical bunker years ago. He had built it using untraceable cash—no bank records, no digital footprints, and completely hidden from Elena’s oversight.As the van’s sliding doors hissed open, two medics in nameless black scrubs immediately pulled Andrew onto a gurney."Status?" one of the medics asked sharply."Internal bleeding, fractured ribs in three places, and... something supernatural has choked his
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The heavy oak doors of the Chief Surgeon’s office felt like the gates of a tomb. Inside, Andrewlay collapsed on the floor, his fingers twitching toward the obsidian-black pendant resting on hischest. Every breath was a jagged blade in his lungs. The Essence of the Black Shackle,activated by Elena’s herbal "vitality" drink, was doing its work—weaving a web of necroticenergy around his meridians, strangling the very source of his power.Orlando stood over him, his expensive Italian leather shoes inches from Andrew’s face. Hereached down and gripped Andrew’s hair, forcing his head up."Look at you," Orlando sneered,, his eyes dancing with a manic light. "The great Andrew. TheKing of the City. The man who thought he could erase the Smith name with a few signaturesand a flashy suit. You look like a dying dog, Andrew."Andrew tried to speak, but only a thick, metallic-tasting bile rose in his throat. He looked pastOrlando to Elena. She stood by the window, her silhouette sharp again
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Andrew woke up with a cold sweat drenching his silk sheets. His heart was hammering against his ribs—a sensation he hadn’t felt since he first mastered the inner breathing techniques of the ancient necklace. Normally, the energy from the artifact would soothe his nerves even in the deepest sleep, but tonight, he felt as if a thousand-ton weight was crushing his chest.He glanced at the digital clock on the bedside table. 4:30 AM. The dawn had not yet touched the city’s skyline, but unease had already gripped his soul. Andrew sat up, attempting to summon a flicker of energy to clear his mind. However, as he tried to circulate the power through his meridians, he hit a wall. It felt like trying to force water through pipes filled with thick, freezing sludge."Something is wrong," he whispered into the darkness.He reached beneath his shirt, clutching the necklace. The metal was cold—far too cold. Usually, the yellow gemstone emitted a faint, comforting warmth that synchronized with his h
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The skyline of the metropolis shimmered under the moonlight, a sprawling sea of electric diamonds that seemed to bow before the penthouse of the Celestial Tower. Inside, Andrew stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass window, a glass of vintage scotch in his hand. He wasn't the same man who had been humiliated in a cramped office years ago. His curly brown hair was neatly trimmed, and his blue eyes, once filled with desperation, now held the cold, piercing depth of an ancient ocean.The necklace—the source of his god-like power—rested silently beneath his silk shirt. He could feel its pulse, a rhythmic thrum of energy that connected him to the very atoms of the city. To the world, Andrew was the untouchable sovereign of the Smith-William conglomerate. He had crushed his enemies, healed the incurable, and amassed a fortune that could buy nations."Everything looks small from up here, doesn't it?"A soft voice broke his contemplation. Andrew didn't need to turn around to know it was Elena, h
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