2023-05-30 23:09:37William smirked, blowing smoke from his mouth and nose. He shook his head and said, "Not now. Although he is the heir to all the wealth, he needs more time to understand. Let him grasp how life works; I don't want to suddenly reveal everything and spoil him with fulfilled desires. My task now is to guide him to control that power. So, keep it secret."
The black-suited man bowed his head once again to William and said, "Yes, Sir. I understood."
"Okay, please go ahead. Wake them up at five o'clock, we will go to the city for dinner there. I will introduce Andrew to some amazing people who can assist him in his future work," William said.
The old man then clapped his hands, and at the same time, all the curtains closed. Right after the man in black left, William, with his eyes closed, said, "Close the door."
The door of the room that was previously unseen emerged from above and closed the room perfectly.
***
Andrew still stood upright in front of the bedroom door. His face widened into a broad grin when he discovered the room given to him by William was truly spacious and magnificent. The wide bed with a canopy and tall support poles made Andrew feel like he was trapped in a palace. The large wardrobe also caught Andrew's attention.
"Woah!"
Andrew exclaimed in awe as the wardrobe opened, revealing a collection of clothes from world-renowned brands neatly arranged. For the first time, Andrew felt so honored by the attention given to him by William.
"I might not even be able to afford this wardrobe, even if I knew about it. He's truly insane. I feel burdened to heal him quickly."
Andrew took a plain black sweater, its fabric so soft that Andrew couldn't help but rub it before putting it on.
"Oh my Goodness, I could go crazy if I'm trapped here for too long!" Andrew brought the sweater, now on his body, in front of the mirror in the corner of the room.
The charm given by the black sweater was truly satisfying. Andrew felt handsome and more elegant. He smiled widely and didn't blink for several seconds as he admired his reflection in the mirror. Eventually, Andrew's eyes unintentionally landed on a black book lying on a small table next to the mirror.
"What book is that?"
Andrew approached and took the thick book. On the cover page, there was a strange sentence written in golden ink, 'Din udødelige kraft.'
Of course, this intrigued Andrew. For some reason, his blood quickened. His curiosity peaked as he slowly opened the book and widened his eyes when he saw a picture of a necklace on the first page.
"What?!"
Andrew focused his eyes on the book. He wasn't mistaken; the necklace depicted there was exactly the same as the one his grandmother had given him.
"Black Sapphire XV... This necklace has a name? This is insane, what does all of this mean?"
Andrew continued to flip through the book, finding blank pages for the next five sheets. However, on the sixth page, instructions and clues about the necklace and its power started to appear.
"When it merges, then it will become your controller – Black Sapphire XV. The cure one."
"The cure?" Andrew immediately read through the instructions written quickly. Once again, he was surprised by the evidence that this part was something he could use for healing. It was what he had been searching for to cure William.
Suddenly, Andrew closed the book and sat on the edge of the bed, a sense of confusion enveloping his soul.
"William knows about the power I possess, and he has this book. Does it mean he understands the power I have? Did he intentionally summon me to learn about this power and heal him? Shit!"
Andrew felt quite irritated, then he decided to approach William again. However, when he reached the door, his steps came to a halt.
"But... if he really knows about this power, why didn't he come to meet me earlier? We only met yesterday. Could it be that this book has nothing to do with William?"
Andrew returned to his bed and reopened the page where the section about healing was written. His restlessness gradually diminished, considering the last question as another reason.
His eyes now focused on a passage that outlined the steps for healing a deadly disease.
- Take a strand of your hair, place it in a container, and add five drops of blood.
- Stir and add three drops of water.
- Press the edge of the jaw of the person to be healed and give them the mixture orally.
- Concentrate and exert your power on the sick person.
Andrew stared at his hands and slowly nodded. He then reopened the book page by page, with each instruction neatly written, including one instruction labeled "the Death One," which was intended to end someone's life.
Andrew's heart instantly pounded, and the surprise he received was something he never expected. The power that initially felt enjoyable had now turned into something horrifying. Andrew closed the book and swallowed hard.
"I have to keep this book, whether it was intentional or not by William, I can't just leave it behind. I need to refocus on my goal here; I just need to heal him and leave. Yup! I just need to do that."
He then stored the book under his pillow. As if nothing had happened, Andrew went back to the wardrobe and started trying on other luxurious clothes.
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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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