{2 days later- Ellis PoV}
His highness has been constantly busy the past few days with the new research facility underneath his shop, that left just me to focus on my training.
My plan today was to train as well, but his highness had persuaded both me and Luke into taking a break for today.
Walking through the marketplace I kept an eye open for anyone following me.
Training ... or better known as surviving in the game realm has advanced many of my skills to impossible heights. I could have never reached where I am today without the game realm.
This whole situation is messed up. I am grateful for two people in this life: His highness and Lord Fake. It was only them who offered me a hand when I was in the abyss; even though Lord Fake had made it clear what he did was simply a trade, but even if it was a trade, he offered it to me at the right time.
I couldn't help how to feel about the fact that Lord Fake is going after one of the only few people I am indebted for in this life.
On one side was Lord Fake, who could give me as much strength as I needed. On the other side was a person, who gave me everything without asking for anything in return.
Right now, Lord Fake had made it clear to me along with other players, that he doesn't mind which side we chose to play in, in his war against his highness. But what would I do if the day comes I have to choose between the two.
Who will I choose?
One is the most powerful God in existence who has decided to stay in dark, for his amusement. Or the prince who even the most powerful God considers a rival.
And that brings my attention to Luke. That guy was a mess.
His sister being an apostle of the Fake one, while he had some hidden motives himself. Being a close relative of an apostle, I doubt that he might even be a player himself given his experience in tackling situations.
Even with the reasoning, his highness gave upon hiring Luke, sometimes I had the feeling that something was wrong with him on a deeper level.
When I first saw him, he always looked at me strangely and kept giving me the wary eye, especially during the investigation of that serial killer, when we found the body of that woman.
It's stran...
My mind froze, my body froze and in return, my body stood still seeing the person in front of me.
'Tall man with a muscular build, carrying a very large sword.' That was the description the old man gave me. The description of the person who send the messenger to Phil's house and caused me to be in this state.
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{Few minutes later- 3rd person PoV}
A man walked into 'Drum and Flute' pub.
As he walked past the bartender who was sweeping the floor he quietly whispered. "Hound."
The bartender, carried on sweeping the broken fragments of glass as if he never heard the code word, while the man took a chair next to a group of drunken and loud mercenaries.
The bartender ignored the loud shouts from the bar, as he stood up with the dustpan filled with shards of broken glass.
He opened the door of his pub and walked outside to throw the shards inside the bin stationed by the side of the pub.
As he made his way to the bin he spotted a rather special someone, walking quietly amidst the large flow of people.
'A player of the Lord? Interesting! And that to the bodyguard of the 3rd prince. Could prince John have sent him to observe us? But how did they know about Gary?' The barkeeper thought as he casually walked towards the bin.
Suddenly something seems to have clicked in the barkeepers, as he emptied the dustpan.
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'Of course, a tall man with a large sword in his back. That was the description they received and passed to him. So, this is just pure coincidence.' Thinking in the right path the barkeeper went inside his store.
As Gary looked towards him, he winked at him, confusing him before he shrugged his shoulders and carried on betting his money on the two drunkards who were having a drinking competition in the middle of the day.
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{5 days later- Ez PoV}
The past 1 week have been quiet for the most part, for me.
The workers of the facility have finally started to understand their job and got used to it.
In fact, all of them were enthusiastic to know at first they didn't have fixed working schedule unless told so by their supervisor, but later deflated a bit when they found they only earned their pay by working.
Boy were they now working like ants, tirelessly, racking up those contribution points.
Anyone would think they were working for the money when first witnessed, but no.
I had carefully chosen the applicants after personally interviewing them and later assigned them to their superiors after making sure they would love working in that area.
After all the saying went 'Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.'
Those researchers weren't working anymore but doing something they love. And the contribution points and the things they could buy with it was just a bonus they were slowly forgetting.
The facility was a dragons treasure den for those seeking knowledge and almost like a lotus tree, for scholars, researchers, and scientists (once in rarely out).
Now onto the matters of the surface above.
Ellis has been going out without any pressure from me for the past couple of days. Reports from Dexter indicates he is frequenting a pub named 'Drum and Flute' and have associated with many of its regulars.
While Luke, just carried on abusing the hell out of the training resources he is now provided with, similar to Ellis. I would have worried about his mental health if I wasn't aware of his status as a reincarnater/ time traveller.
In one weeks' time, I will be asked to give an update and summary of the events in the facility, and I need to show the court results, or they will have this project headed by someone else, which they will gladly do so now that it's up and running smoothly.
I am pretty sure Dr Whizz is doing as much as he can to slow things down till next week, for Albert and the emperor, but is proving futile in the face of other 9 heads, who are working tirelessly for those promised extra contribution point.
I walked into my own research lab.
It has been a long time since I have last entered one.
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{Heaven, a few months ago- A soul PoV}
"Quin, you are back. How was the trip?" An angel asked me.
"It was good till the point I abused the hell out of my powers. In the end, I had to reset the universe back to the period before I arrived to stop it from not existing anymore. What about you? On your way to holiday?" I asked her/him. That was the problem with angels. They don't have a gender.
We usually bestow them a gender depending on their name, for the convenience sake of conversation. After all, referring to an angel as he or she is much better than 'it'. A male name like Chris will assign the gender title male upon that angel, likewise for female names.
"Yeah, been pretty busy for the past few millennia. I can finally go on vacation and that too with God." The angel replied happily.
*Whistles* "Wow, so I guess you have finally given up on Ez, then. I told you from the beginning to give up on him and just take it easy with your new job." I congratulated the angel, remembering how the newly appointed assistant of God, always wanted to perfectly complete her job.
Her only problem was Ez, who always gave a lame excuse in meeting with God, and therefore extending his appointment. It was because of him she could never have 100% competition rate for the task assigned to her. Always having 99.9999999% completion rate, thus the reason Ez remaining as a black stain in her books.
"I think you are mistaken." Juliet smiled happily.
'Uh oh, something feels wrong.'
"He is finally out of here..." Crap, I tuned out as my mind raced to the massive problem that was about to emerge.
"When?" I asked interrupting the blabbering Juliet.
"Uh... Just a few moments ago. I kicked him out personally and I just think Father, is having a personal conversation with him right now. In all honesty, I don't think we will ever see him back again. He is going to die in that world in the worst way possible, I know it." Juliet cheered herself up.
'Fuck! F*ck! It's all messed up! This can't be real.'
"Anyway, gotta go! Have to phone and make some appointments for some restaurants and hotels around the universe we are visiting." Juliet hurriedly left, leaving me there in shock.
Quickly coming out of the shock I ran towards Ez's room.
'Please be there! Please be there!' I prayed to the person, who was currently on a beach somewhere enjoying himself, leaving me in this fucked up situation.
Opening the door to Ez's room I quickly scanned the area. Finding a small black orb was sitting above his keyboard, I sighed in relief, seeing the green light on top of it. 'Crisis averted'
'Fantasy World 3- Deluxe Edition' was named on the black orb.
"Thanks, man for finishing the game. I will pray that you survive wherever you are." Although he was a shut-in, he was a darn good plot developer for games. Hence the reason, I tasked him to make a sequel to his previous 2 games, which I think he thankfully finished 2 centuries ago.
However, the problem was that because I had rushed him into making it at that time, the game had quite a lot of bugs and errors, which caused me to return it to back to him for him to properly finish it.
"Now to play this beast. Momma is gonna spend a lot of time with you baby." I said as I cuddled the black orb containing the game files while activating the game by pressing the square buttons on the side.
Opening my eyes in expectancy, I looked at the scenery in front of me in shock.
"The fuck is this?!"