2023-05-29 15:38:25The chuckles from the employees could still be heard. The silly things that happened to Orlando wasn't merely a coincidence.
Behind his folded hands, Andrew had flicked his finger. The power he derived from the necklace made him realize he could quickly silence Orlando's actions.
"Ugh!"
Orlando rose from his position and pointed at all the laughing employees. "Delete all the recordings you made, or you'll end up like Andrew!"
All the phones in the hands of the employees suddenly dropped, and their expressions turned panicked due to Orlando's threat.
"I will sue you!" Orlando pointed at Andrew with a trembling hand, overcome with anger.
"On what grounds do you want to sue me? Because you fell and kissed my foot?" Andrew said, "Just admit it, Nadine only wants your money; I'm sure she wouldn't even look at you if you were poor like me. "
Andrew's words ignited emotions within Nadine. She approached her ex-boyfriend and slapped him across the face.
"Watch your words, Andrew! I've been unhappy when I was with you for so long! You're disgusting!”
Orlando just smiled next to her, “I have money. What do you have? You’re just a worthless scmbug. Like a filthy pig wallowing in the muddy dirt”
Andrew didn't respond with words; he remained calm and slightly smiled while nodding.
Nadine narrowed her eyes at Andrew and embraced Orlando, with her bag covering the part of his pants. However, another absurd incident occurred when Orlando tripped over his foot in front of the elevator door.
As he fell, the elevator door was open, amplifying the embarrassment for anyone who witnessed it.
Laughter couldn't be contained, and all the employees in the room burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"SHUT UP! FUCK YOU ALL!"
Orlando angrily pushed the employees in front of him and entered the elevator. Andrew waved his hand just a moment before the elevator closed.
Nice shot.
**
The sound of car horns filled the air this afternoon. Andrew walked with sweat drenching his body. He held the box in his hands and sat on the bench under the tree.
"So, the power is real." Andrew stared at his hands and seemed satisfied, possessing a power his rational mind couldn't explain was a dream he had never imagined before.
Just as Andrew was thinking, he heard someone shouting for help. There was a commotion that was the source of the voice heard by Andrew.
Curiosity got the better of Andrew, and he approached one of the people there and asked, "What happened?"
"The man seems to be having a heart attack. He suddenly fell while clutching his front!"
Empowered by his abilities, Andrew moved instinctively and entered the crowd. An elderly man with a pale face lay weakly on the street. Calmly, Andrew requested that the people surrounding the man create some space so it would be manageable.
"Quick, call an ambulance!" shouted the people around.
However, Andrew gently touched the man's body, feeling the coldness in his hands, and noticed his lips turning blue. The veins in his neck were weak.
"Hey, what are you doing?! You won't be able to save him just by touching his neck like that! Step aside!"
One of the men standing near Andrew tried to approach and pull him away from the old man, but Andrew ignored him and brushed the man's hand away.
"Don't be reckless! This is not a game!" the man said.
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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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The world reassembled without courtesy, snapping into place like bones set without anesthesia.Andrew hit solid ground hard, air tearing from his lungs as gravity reclaimed him with obvious irritation.He rolled instinctively, shoulders screaming as muscle memory compensated for power that no longer answered.Dust and ash coated his tongue, bitter and metallic, grounding him in harsh reality.When his vision cleared, he recognized the skyline immediately.They were back near the coastal ruins where the city had first fractured weeks ago.The sky here was wrong.Clouds hung unnaturally low, stretched thin like torn fabric, light bleeding through uneven seams.Every shadow felt sharper, more deliberate, as if cast by intention rather than physics.Andrew pushed himself upright slowly, careful not to provoke whatever invisible tolerance the world still extended.A faint warmth pulsed beneath his sternum, unfamiliar yet persistent.Not the Sapphire.Something else had taken root in its ab
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Andrew woke to silence that felt artificially enforced rather than naturally earned.It pressed against his senses with an unnerving precision, like a system holding its breath.He lay unmoving for several long seconds, afraid that movement itself might trigger retaliation.The Sapphire beneath his sternum was inert, colder than it had ever been before.No pulse answered his cautious focus.No resonance acknowledged his existence.Panic threatened to rise, sharp and feral, but Andrew strangled it before it reached his throat.He had survived worse than emptiness.When he finally pushed himself onto an elbow, pain answered immediately and enthusiastically.Every joint protested as if resentful of being asked to function again.The chamber was gone.In its place stretched a vast plain of cracked obsidian, extending endlessly beneath a sky drained of color.No horizon was visible, only gradients of gray folding into one another.Andrew’s breath fogged faintly in the air, though there was
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The throne did not activate immediately, and that delay unsettled Andrew more than sudden violence ever could.Silence pooled inside the chamber, thick and deliberate, pressing against his ears like an accusation waiting to be spoken.Noir straightened slowly, his movements stiff as if invisible restraints tugged at his joints.The cracks along his arms glowed brighter, leaking shadowed light that flickered with unstable rhythm.“You feel it,” Andrew said, forcing his voice steady despite the tremor in his legs.“This place isn’t choosing yet. It’s waiting.”Noir exhaled sharply, eyes never leaving the empty throne at the chamber’s center.“It’s verifying compatibility,” he replied. “Seeing which of us breaks first.”The walls began to shift almost imperceptibly, reliefs of shattered suns rearranging themselves.Stone groaned as ancient mechanisms awakened, responding to proximity rather than command.Andrew took one step forward, and the chamber reacted instantly.A wave of pressure
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Andrew did not fall so much as he was unstitched from where he belonged.Space peeled away in layers, each one tearing loose with a sensation like breath being stolen mid-inhale.There was no up or down, only momentum without direction and time without patience.His body tumbled through overlapping fragments of places that never fully existed.He saw cities mid-construction and mid-collapse simultaneously, buildings flickering between futures.He saw oceans frozen in vertical walls, waves paused like indecisive thoughts.Pain arrived late, dragging itself behind awareness like an afterthought.Every nerve screamed out of sequence, confused about what it was supposed to protect.Andrew tried to summon the Sapphire instinctively, reaching inward the way he always had before.The response came delayed, distorted, like an echo bouncing through unfamiliar caverns.Light bled through his veins unevenly, blue-white pulses stuttering instead of flowing.It felt less like power now and more li
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