Me and Dorothy strolled out of the restaurant, hand in hand. Dorothy, intrigued, couldn't help but ask, "How are you so powerful?" I responded proudly, "I am built differently," relishing in the newfound strength. Suddenly, the air buzzed, and a hand descended from the heavens, landing playfully at the back of my head. I feigned terror, looking at Dorothy with mock dismay, and exclaimed, "Why!?" Dorothy burst into laughter, teasing, "Yeah, you're built like a monkey, that's why. Now, tell me the truth." Embarrassed, I confessed, "I've started going to the gym. What do you expect?" Dorothy, undeterred, remarked, "Oh... but I don't see any changes in you. You still look like your old, chubby self," pinching my cheek. My patience waned, and I seized her arm, retorting, "Oh, now you've done it," and commenced tickling her. Amidst her laughter, she pleaded, "Stop... stop," conceding defeat. I released her, and we continued chatting as we walked. Suddenly, I changed the topic, asking, "
Albert stood respectfully in front of Danial and Dorothy. Breaking the silence, Danial questioned, "Do you have one of your lapdogs, Jeff, stationed at Sterling Technological Company in the role of a supervisor?" Albert's lips quivered as he replied, "Yes, his name is Jeff. I stationed him at Sterling for information gathering purposes." Danial, indifferent yet assertive, stated, "He did something he shouldn't have, and I need you to fix it." Albert bowed and promised, "Please order, and I will fix it immediately." Glancing at Dorothy, Danial informed, "Your lapdog, Jeff, framed her father, who was in charge of a project at Sterling Technology. Now her father is facing the company's wrath because of your lapdog's fault. Tell me, how do you want to fix it?" Albert, sweating, responded, "I will immediately send that man to the police, and he will face his charges. I will personally remove the frame from her father." "Good. Do it now," Danial commanded. Albert wasted no time, immed
I sat comfortably in Albert's Ferrari 488 GTB as he skillfully maneuvered through the town's streets. After a few minutes, I calmly instructed him to pull over at a secluded area near an abandoned factory. Following my command, Albert parked the car near an abandoned factory that had been left desolate for eight years. I turned to Albert, ready to delve into a more personal conversation. "So, Albert, how long have you held the title of the underground king in the Southerland district?" I inquired. Albert, with humility, shared his life's journey. "I've been in the Southerland district my whole life. Academic pursuits weren't my forte, so after finishing high school, I joined my father's steel business. Over time, I recognized the potential in the underground market, dealing in steel initially and eventually expanding into protection fees and control over mid-level companies. That's how I carved my place as the king of the underground world." Reflecting on Albert's extensive experie
Becoming the Master of the Bright Light Academy seemed like a daunting task, and I couldn't fathom why the system had chosen such a quest for me. Seeking clarity, I turned to Albert for insight. "Albert, who currently serves as the master of the Bright Light Academy?" I inquired. Albert's response was sobering. "Master Bowan holds that title. He's at the Early Master stage of Cultivation, but his methods are notorious for their cruelty. He's known to resort to torture if his students fail to meet his demands." Appalled by this revelation, I pressed further. "Why haven't the students lodged complaints against such barbarity? Surely the government would intervene." With a somber expression, Albert explained, "Unfortunately, the government turns a blind eye to such matters. Their priority lies in maintaining the academy's profitability and influence. Those who dared to speak out were swiftly silenced or removed from the equation." Concerned about the danger, I hesitated. Just as doub
The next morning, accompanied by Albert, I made my way to the imposing gates of the Bright Light Academy. The cool breeze of dawn whispered promises of new beginnings as we ventured into the heart of the academy. Before departing, I diligently completed my daily tasks, a routine ingrained in me by the ever-demanding System. As a reward, I acquired a newfound technique: the Water Flowing technique. This advanced mortal-level movement technique promised to enhance my agility with its focus on one-step leaping. Arriving at the academy bright and early, anticipation coursed through my veins. Albert and I stepped inside, greeted by the serene atmosphere of the academy grounds. We were met by a disciple, their demeanor formal yet welcoming. "Hello, gentlemen. What brings you to our humble abode?" the disciple inquired, extending a courteous handshake. Albert, always adept at navigating social interactions, took the lead. "We're here to enroll him as a student," he responded, gesturing to
Entering the expansive training hall with Albert by my side, I took in the sights of various training equipment and students engaged in different exercises. Wooden dummies lined one corner, intended for hand-to-hand combat training, while on the opposite side, there were bands and assorted equipment designed to strengthen different parts of the body. Observing the diverse group of individuals, some clad in traditional karate attire and others in casual wear, I noted at least 15 prospective students seeking admission. Positioning myself behind the crowd, I signaled for Albert to stay back, considering he wasn't a student of the academy. After a brief wait, a trainer strolled into the training hall, projecting an air of laziness. "Welcome to the Bright Light Academy," he declared indifferently. "On your right, you'll find wooden dummies for combat practice, and on your left, training machines to suit your needs. If you believe you're strong enough for the next level, step into this roo
The trainer's gloomy expression shifted to a begrudging acknowledgment. "Yes, you have passed the test. You may enter the next floor," he reluctantly declared. I acknowledged his response with a simple "Thank you" and proceeded to the second floor. As I ascended, the surroundings underwent a noticeable upgrade. The second floor appeared more refined and well-maintained compared to the relatively basic setting of the first floor. Upon reaching the second floor, a student named Brad welcomed me. He cupped his hands and greeted, "Welcome to the second floor. May I know your name?" I responded with a straightforward introduction, "Danial Crawford." Brad, showing polite curiosity, continued, "Since you are here, you must have passed the test on the first floor?" "Yes, that is correct," I affirmed. "Okay, please follow me," Brad said, gesturing for me to accompany him. Together, we entered the hall on the second floor, revealing the diverse training areas that were categorized into thr
A Practice fight was about to begin in the combat training hall.The fight was between two brothers named Pavan and Adren. Both are really good at combat and are considered the strongest in the combat training hall.But due to some conflict, they decided that only one can gain the title of the strongest in the training hall.Since the only way to settle the conflict was a fight, the trainer decided It would be best if the fight was observed by all of them.I noticed that Pavan's face was slightly pale and his breathing was uneven while Adren was smiling creepily.I immediately thought of something and went to Pavan.It's not that I fancied Pavan nor I wanted to gain any favour. It's just that I couldn't bear to see someone lose because of a trick and betrayal. I guess maybe my sense of justice was too strong. I went up to Pavan and greeted him "Hey Pavan "Pavan turned around looked at me and said "Hello, do I know you?"I said, "Actually I just entered the academy.""Oh ok what do y