章 81: Nightmare and letters

Tom was long asleep when he heard a faint voice bringing him out of his deep sleep.

"Tom! Wake up! It's important!"

He got out of bed, only to realise that his bedroom had been filled with thick black goo, extending from his own body in all directions. The tentacle-like protrusions continued to extend until it fully covered his entire room, making everything pitch black

'This- this is the same stuff that Mister and the Primordial Unity use in Castle Black!'

After coming to that conclusion, he calmed down rapidly and looked around silently, waiting for something to happen.

"Little one, you are under a Beyonder ability of the sleepless pathway used mainly by nighthawks. You are currently asleep, and the Nighthawks will be here to interrogate you in your dream, which is here."

"I will not be there to save you from all Beyonder abilities all the time, but I will make an exception this once since your reached this situation while helping my chosen one."

"Answer all their questions in a slight state of confusion and sluggishness, to make your act seem real. Now go, go forth and flourish little one."

The magnetic voice rapidly vanished, and so did the black substance that retreated into his body. His eyes turned completely black for an instant before returning to normal.

Then, he saw a blurry figure in the window, who knocked a bit before letting himself in without any issues.

…

Max observed the entire situation and sighed in relief when the Nighthawk left without any issues, even thanking Tom's dream-self for his cooperation like an actual policeman.

'Perhaps he was a policeman before being roped into the nighthawks…' Max shrugged internally as he left the Amalgamation of All and returned to his body, before finally getting some sleep. The next day would be very intensive.

…

Sep 17th, 1349 of the Fifth Epoch…

Max woke up and did a bit of exercise. His new body made him a bit taller, reaching 6ft, while also increasing the muscles on his body. This made it difficult for him to accurately use his body in combat, which was why he was exercising daily to quickly get used to the slightly taller and more mature body.

He even had to change into another set of clothes. Thankfully, Max had prepared for the possibility of his body growing a lot taller, or regressing in age and becoming smaller, or even just randomly growing fat, and kept a good amount of extra clothes with him.

After taking a quick shower, Max looked at himself in the mirror, and finally realised that the scar on his right eye had faded considerably. It was still visible, but only in good lighting conditions.

After a quick breakfast at the inn next-door, Max went ahead and began to write some letters. One was to Mrs. Dunant, who was now responsible for handling the Human resources of the Dunant's Department Store. Another was to the current CEO who had been brought in by Mrs. Hall to handle the investment for Audrey.

Max had given them a bunch of instruction on how to proceed in the future and where to expand. Essentially, he had instructed them not to buy any land in Backlund yet, and to instead try and spread out into other cities.

Now that they had gained enough staff, and enough funds, they could begin expanding into other cities of the Loen kingdom. Of course, this process could definitely not be rushed, and would require a long time of negotiations with land-owners and businessmen in those cities, and a delicate handling of interests for the endeavour to be successful.

Another letter was directed to Mrs. Hall, mainly to keep her involved in his plans of expansion, as well as to thank her for her continued support of the company.

One extra letter was directed to Audrey Hall, thanking her for the location of the auction for his item. Of course, this one was not signed by Max Verstappen, but rather by Mr. Death.

Even the handwriting was in Samuel's handwriting, with a different pen and paper used for the same, just to be sure. Lastly, he would be sending the first few letters from Desi-Bay, while he would send Audrey's letter from Whitecliff town.

After that, he realised it was getting a bit later as he had spent quite some time writing letters. Considering he did not have any of the tools required to erase mistakes made by ink, it took him a few hours to get everything written out properly.

It was already nearing the time for the Tarot Club, and Max casually put all the materials inside his briefcase and laid back in his chair.

Unknowingly, a smirk appeared on his face thinking about the rather interesting chat he was going to have with the main character.