I awoke in the darkness of the hospital room, the soft glow of the moon casting a gentle light. As I opened my eyes, I saw Emilia sleeping in the chair beside my bed, her hand clasped in mine. Her peaceful expression belied the turmoil of emotions within me. I couldn't help but notice how much she had grown. She had become a woman of top tier beauty, with a fully developed chest, her long blonde hair framing a face as beautiful as a Nordic goddess.

With a soft sigh, I reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open, and for a moment, there was confusion in her gaze. Then, as realization dawned, her eyes widened, and tears welled up.

In a voice choked with emotion, she spoke, her words punctuated by sobs. "I'm so sorry, Dio. It's all my fault. If you hadn't met me and helped me at the airport, none of this would have happened."

My heart clenched painfully at her words, and I felt a surge of protectiveness towards her. "Enough, Emilia," I interjected softly, my voice firm yet gentle. "That's not true at all. And even if it were, I would have made the same choice a thousand times over if it meant having a friend like you."

Tears filled my eyes as I spoke, the weight of my emotions threatening to overwhelm me. I reached out and took her hand in mine, our fingers intertwining as I gazed into her eyes.

"I'm sorry for being a shitty friend all these years," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "You've been protecting me all along, and I… I haven't been there for you like I should have."

Emilia's tears flowed freely now, her shoulders shaking with sobs. "Dio, I'm sorry," she cried, her voice raw with emotion. "I'm so sorry."

I squeezed her hand gently, offering whatever comfort I could. "Me too," I whispered, my own tears mingling with hers. "I'm sorry too."

As we sat there, holding hands and crying together, I felt a deep sense of connection and resolve. The challenges ahead were daunting, but with Emilia by my side, I knew I could face them. This time, I would be the one to protect her.

At the Same Time, May 22, 2015

In the heart of Oslo, within the hallowed halls of the town hall where all the politicians worked, Robert, a tall Norwegian man, sat comfortably in his office. The scent of a fine cigar wafted through the air as he exhaled a puff of smoke, savoring the moment. With a glass of whisky in one hand, he spoke into his phone, his voice carrying a tone of smug satisfaction.

"Did you handle it like I said?" Robert asked, his words slow and deliberate.

The voice on the other end responded confidently, "We gave him a good beating, sir. Trust me, he won't even dare to look at your son, let alone be near him."

Robert chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound. "Good. These rats need to know their place."

As he hung up the phone, he leaned back in his chair, savoring the burn of the whisky as it slid down his throat. A woman, hidden from sight beneath his desk, continued her ministrations, her head bobbing up and down. Unbothered, Robert turned his chair to gaze out of the large window, the city of Oslo sprawling beneath him. The lights of the city twinkled like stars, a kingdom that he believed was firmly under his control.

The satisfaction of the moment was palpable, but the storm was already brewing. The butterfly effect of his actions was in motion, and the seeds of his own downfall were being sown by his very hands. The arrogance of power had blinded him to the coming reckoning.

Back in the hospital, I had Johan send someone to handle my check. As I opened my bank account on my phone, I saw the balance had been updated to 2 million krone. Excitement bubbled up inside me. This was the first step towards my long-awaited goal.

I quickly searched Voogle for the best crypto exchange, sorting by the lowest rates. After careful consideration, I made a username: CryptoKing.

With a grin, I began the process of buying my first 250 BTC. I used my mom's account to navigate the platform, carefully entering her banking details. Each Bitcoin was priced at 2,000 krone, so 250 BTC would cost 500,000 krone.

I triple-checked everything, making sure there were no mistakes. Satisfied, I confirmed the transaction. The screen flashed, indicating the transaction was processing. My heart pounded in anticipation.

After a few tense moments, a notification popped up: "Transaction Complete." I stared at the screen, my grin widening. There it was, 250 BTC safely in my newly created digital wallet. This was it, the beginning of my plan to dismantle the corrupt system and bring those who wronged me to justice. I was ready to earn serious money. My journey had just begun, and I was prepared to enjoy the ride to the top.

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As I lay back down in the hospital bed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. The rich and powerful believed themselves untouchable, but they had never faced someone like me before. With every step I took, I would grow stronger with my system's aid, and soon, they would see the consequences of their arrogance, because i am coming for it all.

The night grew darker outside, but inside, my resolve burned brighter than ever. The pieces of my plan were falling into place, and there was no turning back now. This was the very beginning, and I was ready for the storm I was about to unleash.

A little while later, Emilia walked in, carrying a lot of bags. "Italian or Chinese?" she asked, smiling happily as she waited for my response.

"Can I have Norwegian?" I said, watching her expression shift from confusion to a deep blush as she stuttered.

I laughed. "I'm joking, I'm joking. I'll take Italian."

She smiled in relief, setting the bags down and beginning to unpack the food. The room soon filled with the delicious aroma of Italian cuisine, mingling with the sterile hospital scent.

As we settled in to eat, Emilia's eyes were full of concern and curiosity. "So, how have you been?" she asked.

"I've been better," I admitted, taking a bite of lasagna. "But I'm managing. What about you? How's everything been since... you know, all this happened?"

She sighed, looking down at her food. "It's been tough. My dad found out about the bullying and put me on homeschool for now. He thought it would be safer, given everything that's happened."

I nodded, feeling a mix of anger and resolve. "That makes sense. I can't believe how far these people are willing to go to maintain their power."

"It's scary," she said softly. "But seeing you here, alive and recovering, it gives me hope."

"Yeah, it's been a wild ride. But I'm not giving up. Not now, not ever."

Emilia smiled, her eyes sparkling with determination. "I know you won't. You've always been good at that, Dio. Even when things get rough, you never give up."

I looked at her, gratitude filling my heart. "Hey, I won't forget what you've done for me, Emilia. You've been a great friend, more than I ever deserved."

She blushed, looking away for a moment. "Stop it, you're making me tear up again."

We laughed, the tension from earlier finally easing. As we continued eating, we talked about our past, our dreams, and our plans for the future. It felt good to catch up, to remember that despite everything, we still had each other.

As the night went on, Emilia seemed to gather her courage for something more personal. She hesitated, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. "So, Dio... do you have a girlfriend yet?"

I grinned, sensing an opportunity to tease her. "Why do you ask, Emilia? Are you interested?"

Her blush deepened, and she looked down, fiddling with her fork. "No, I was just curious. You know, after everything that's happened, I thought you might... well, have someone special."

I leaned in, my grin widening. "Well, what if I told you I did have someone special in mind?"

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she looked at me, a mix of emotions playing across her face. "Oh? And who might that be?"

I chuckled softly. "Guess you'll have to wait and see."

Emilia huffed, crossing her arms but smiling nonetheless. "You're such a tease, Dio."

"I can't help it," I said, laughing. "But honestly, Emilia, there's no one else I'd rather have by my side through all this."

Her expression softened, and she reached across the table, taking my hand in hers. "I'm glad to be here with you, Dio. No matter what happens, I'll be there."

The warmth of her hand in mine was comforting, and for a moment, the troubles of the world seemed to fade away. We sat there, our hands clasped, the bond between us stronger than ever, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

We sat there, hand in hand, a silent understanding passing between us.

After a while, Emilia glanced at the clock and sighed.

"Alright, Dio, that's enough excitement for one night. You need to rest up."

I nodded, feeling the exhaustion creeping in.

"You're right. I could use some sleep."

She stood up, gathering the empty containers and packing up the leftovers.

"I'll visit again tomorrow, okay? You need to focus on getting better."

I smiled, grateful for her presence. "Thanks, Emilia. I'll see you tomorrow then."

As she walked over to close the window, I couldn't help but notice how much she had grown. Her long blonde hair framed her beautiful face like a Valkyrie, her slim waist accentuating her figure, and her fair skin glowing in the dim light. Her white leggings and skirt highlighted her curves, and as she leaned over, the wind caught her skirt, flipping it up slightly. I caught a glimpse of her plump, firm behind, making me gulp.

"What am I thinking?" I chastised myself. "She's my childhood friend."

Unaware, Emilia turned around with a grin.

"Enjoying the view, Dio?"

I stammered, trying to come up with an excuse.

"I was just... uh... making sure you didn't... um... fall."

She giggled, walking over to me. In a bold move, she leaned in and kissed me on the head. Her perfume was mesmerizing, filling my senses.

"You need to rest up, Naughty Dio" she said softly as she smile gently.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

I nodded, watching her leave the room. As the door closed behind her, I felt a mix of emotions, gratitude, warm fuzzy feeling, and a renewed sense of determination.

Dio Stat's Info:

Lvl: 10

Skill Count: 2 (Key selling point analyze)(Analyze)

Strength:32

Agility:22

Intelligence:11

Endurance:19

Charm:22

Dio influence, power & riches:

Money - 1.5million kroner

Associate - 2

Asset - 0

Digital Asset - 250 BTC

Goons - 0

Car - 0

Guard - 0

Company - 0