Quest
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Zed dismissed his thoughts and went straight into his bathroom to get showered and begin his search for a workshop. A few moments later he stepped out of the bathroom, the lower half of his body was wrapped in a white towel, and his whole body was drenched.

He opened his wardrobe and glanced at the bunch of expensive clothes hanging in there. Zed earned a decent salary while working at the Eclipse industries, and he is the type of man who loves changing his wardrobe whenever he gets paid.

He just loved new clothes, and now his wardrobe was filled up with expensive outfits, and there are still some stacked in boxes under his bed.

Zed picked up a plain T-shirt and a black pants, and he swiftly wore it. Making sure everything was set he exited the mansion and began to head towards the agent that will direct him to a vacant building he could use as a workshop.

Zed wasn't looking for a workshop that was huge and grand. The money he had in his account wouldn't afford such a place, so instead he was searching for a smaller one.

All that matters was getting a place he could call a workshop and also buy the necessary tools that every inventor should have.

After waking for a few moments, Zed finally arrived in front of a building. The building was quite modest, but the paint was starting to peel off, and the surroundings were filled with weeds and dirt.

Zed pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Stepping into the building, he saw a dark-skinned man reading a newspaper a few meters away.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Jones." Zed greeted, and his words echoed because the whole place was empty. Only the man and his chair could be seen.

"How may I help you?" The man, known as Mr. Jones, asked.

"I'm here because I am looking for a space to rest. Something like a medium sized place like this one." Zed informed.

"I see." Mr. Jones nodded as he rose to his feet and began to advance forward while glancing around. "A place like this one, right?" He asked.

"Yeah. This place is perfect." Zed replied.

"Well, this place is available, though." Mr. Jones informed.

"Really? How much is the rent?" Zed asked.

"Well, it's $15,000 per year." Mr. Jones responded.

Hearing the words of Mr. Jones, Zed's eyes widened in shock.

"Fifteen thousand?!" He blurted with widened eyes.

"Yes. That's even the cheapest price there is. The other ones are at least twenty to fifteen thousand, lad" Mr. Jones responded.

Zed sighed heavily while scratching his curly brown hair and glancing at his account balance. He only had six thousand dollars left in his account.

Zed used up most of his money while trying to build the automatic car that was stolen from him by the Eclipse industries. The CEO kept saying Zed was able to build the car because his company provided everything for him.

But that wasn't true.

Yes, they did provide the equipment and funds for it, but there are some things Zed needed along the line, and instead of bothering anyone he got them with his own money.

Those things were really expensive, but at that time Zed didn't mind because he knew he'd get paid at the end of the month. But in the end he got nothing. And right now he was broke.

"Uhm.. I'm sorry but I only have five thousand dollars here." Zed stated after a few moments of silence.

"I'm sorry, but the amount is fifteen thousand. Can't go below that." Mr. Jones responded.

"What about I give you the five thousand, and when I get the rest of the money I pay you back? You can use my car as collateral, and even my house." Zed bellowed.

A slight look of puzzle appeared on Mr. Jones's face after hearing the words of Zed.

"Alright, then. We have a deal." Mr. Jones responded, and the duo shook hands.

Zed smiled as he made the transfer of five thousand dollars, and in less than a second Mr. Jones received the money.

"Seen." He confirmed before pulling out the key from his pocket and handed it over to Zed.

Zed glanced at the key with a huge grin on his face. He had found himself a workshop, all that's left is to buy the necessary equipment to complete the first quest.

"Thank you, Mr. Jones." Zed waved his hand as Mr. Jones retrieved his car key and exited the building.

With Mr. Jones gone, Zed took his time to examine the place. The place was quite vast and spacious. It was perfect... Exactly what he needed.

"Now, let me go get the equipment with my last thousand dollars." Zed mused as he turned around and began to walk toward the exit door.

Zed exited the workshop and swiftly made his way towards the nearby mall. When he arrived at the mall he made his way towards the section where tools and other equipment were sold.

Zed bought the necessary tools like screwdriver, Calipers, Micrometer, Rulers and steel Scales, thread locking compound, and so on.

He made sure to pick the ones with lower price so it wouldn't exceed the $1,000, and when he was done selecting he took it to the salesman. The salesman calculated his goods and told him the price, and the moment Zed made the transfer, he received a notification from the system.

[Congratulations, you have completed your first quest]

[Reward: $10,000,000]

A few seconds after he received the notification, he felt his phone vibrate, and when he glanced at the screen the credit alert flashed in his eyes.

Zed swallowed hard after catching sight of the alert. He swiftly went to his banking app to confirm it and truly the money was there.

"It's real. The system, the quest, it's all real." Zed almost screamed at the top of his lungs upon realization, but he composed himself and left the mall with his goods.

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