"My dearest love. What you wouldn't know won't harm you. But rather it would trouble you. "

Mss. Scarcity is a story of a particular woman with her lover, acquaintances, and dearest friend. 

Here she speaks of her daily routine of a "normal" day of Mr. Angevin office. Although quite frankly it seems quite troublesome much to Ms. Scarcity taste. But alas life has it way in breaking more than one walls. 

The story is written as a letter format. So many of the scene will either be seen as a text, email, or letter. 

Please leave a comment of what you think! :) Your thoughts and feedback are always uplifting.

Gun-Ho came back to Yangju and went back to his work at Bangil Gas again.
Once sales were made, Gun-Ho issued electronic tax invoices and added earnings and expenses to <Daily Earnings and Expenses> table in Excel, and then reported it to the owner.
 
Gun-Ho made sure to collect all receipts of every business expense incurred and attached them with glue to the back of an expense form he had purchased from a stationary store in order to properly document them. If there was a client with an outstanding balance for LP gas, Gun-Ho would make a collection phone call to that client as well. He also ran errands for the owner.
"Years of my life will go by like this?"
Gun-Ho was barely making a living; he felt anxious about getting old without saving money.
"It's Wednesday and I don't hear anything from that company in Asan which I had an interview with."
Gun-Ho was constantly checking his smartphone to see if there was any text message from the company. He increased the ringtone of his phone to make sure he didn't miss any calls. There was no phone call, let alone any text message.
"I don't think I got the job. Let's just move on; it is a lost cause. So many smart people are out there. I can't compete with them with my rubbish work experience and qualification. I just have to appreciate the opportunity for having a job interview with them."
Friday came around after Wednesday and Thursday. Gun-Ho gave up on getting a position in the company in Asan. He once again started looking through the newspaper classified section and WorkNet; however, there was no job advertisement which drew Gun-Ho's attention.
"The companies posting a bookkeeper job opening in a newspaper classified section will hire a female, not me. If they hire a male for the job, that's probably because the position is half bookkeeping and half irrelevant chores."
After work, Gun-Ho usually surfed the internet on his laptop in dim light or he went to the PC room in the neighborhood. He felt like he was falling so much farther behind in life compared to his high school friends, which made him feel depressed.
"Won-Chul Jo who is now married should be doing fine, shouldn't he? Byung-Tae Hwang who is working in a research facility of a startup company in Pangyo is getting married soon. He posted about his wedding on Facebook but didn't personally inform me. He could easily find my phone number by contacting Won-Chul or the others."
Gun-Ho drank soju almost every other day, and that increased his alcohol tolerance.
"I am destined to live in the countryside. My life is f*cked up. I have ShinWangJaeWang fate? ShinWangJaeWang my a*s."
 
It had been more than two weeks since Gun-Ho had a job interview with the company in Asan. The memory of the interview was fading away when he received a phone call from that company, a very unexpected one at that.
"Mr. Gun-Ho Goo? How are you? I am the manager of YS Tech in Asan."
"Oh, hi. This is Gun-Ho Goo."
"I am sorry that we took a long time to contact you. You have been hired as our bookkeeper. Can you start on the 1st of next month?"
Gun-Ho came to his senses by this unexpected and sudden phone call.
"Oh, of course, sure. I… I can."
"You have only five days left until the 1st of next month. Can you manage to quit the current job and start a new job with us within five days?"
"Of course, of course. I can certainly do that!"
"Let me tell you then what to bring on your first day of work. You might want to get a pen and a paper."
"Yes, I am ready."
Gun-Ho was so perplexed that he dropped his cell phone while looking for a pen and a paper, and stumbled over the computer power cord.
"You should bring a resident registration, a resident registration abstract showing the status of your military service duty, your highest school diploma, Consent to Collect and Use Personal Data, Identity Assurance Statement, and a work experience certificate letter from your current employer. I will send the forms for the Consent to Collect and Use Personal Data and Identity Assurance Statement to the email address indicated on your resume."
"Okay. I will prepare all those documents and bring them on my first day of work!"
"You can come by 8 AM on the 1st next month. I will see you then."
"Thank you. Thank you."
Gun-Ho felt so grateful to be hired by this company that he repeated "thank you" twice.
"I got it! I got the job!"
Gun-Ho clapped. He felt like he could fly.
"By the way, why did they call me just now? They said they would contact me by last Wednesday."
Gun-Ho sat on the chair and started thinking.
"I guess that the person they hired decided not to work with them, so they hired me instead as a substitute. Of course, I can't be their first choice. Well, they hired me anyway. Let's move to Asan."
Gun-Ho stopped by the Eunhyeon Township Office to get the resident registration and the resident registration abstract on the way to work after collecting bills.
"I can get my college diploma online, but what about the work experience certificate letter? There is no such thing in Bangil Gas. Well, I can find some samples on the internet and make one for me."
After he returned to the office, Gun-Ho drafted a work experience certificate letter referring to some examples he found on the internet.
"I need the boss' stamp to officially seal this letter… I have his stamp for the tax invoices stamping purpose; should I just use it?"
Gun-Ho thought he still should ask the owner for it.
"When he comes back from the gas pipe repairing work, I will carefully inform him."
A little after five o'clock, the owner came back to the office, looking exhausted.
"A*sholes! They tried to bargain for the repairing cost. I should have just left without fixing their pipes. Sh*t!"
The owner slumped down in his chair, looking really tired. Gun-Ho had to tell the owner that he would quit the job, but he couldn't because the owner seemed very tired.
"Gee, it is already half past five. Goo Jooim, you can go home."
Gun-Ho hesitated and the owner looked at him with a question mark on his face.
"What's the matter? Do you have something you want to tell me?"
"Umm… I am so sorry to tell you that I think I have to move to the city where my parents are."
"Why? Because your father is in the hospital?"
"My parents want me to come, and they are old now…"
"Hmmm…"
The owner looked very uncomfortable.
"I will have to find someone again. I really liked you here."
"Well, I've been thinking, and I think your wife can handle the work. You can save money that way."
"My wife? She doesn't even know how to work with a computer."
"She just needs to get the knack of it. She will become better and faster at the job after one or two months of practice."
"I know I can save money… But she always tries to argue with me whenever she is here in the office. That is the problem."
"Haha. That's because she likes you a lot."
"Well, I will have to think about it."
"I will work until the end of this month then."
"You leave that early?"
"My parents are pressing me."
"Oh well, what can I do about it."
"And once I move to the city where my parents live in, I might need a work experience certificate letter from this company."
"A work experience certificate letter? I've never done it before."
"I already drafted the letter. I just need your stamp. You can use the same stamp we use for tax invoices."
"Really? Then you do what you have to do."
"Thank you."
"Go home before it gets dark."
"Thank you."
Gun-Ho walked out of the office and turned his head to look behind him.
"Bangil Gas. I have so many good memories of this factory. The boss and his wife are good-natured people. Once I become successful, I will come and visit them."
It was getting dark; Gun-Ho drove to the Gwangjeok Township Office area where his room was located. He called the landlord to give him the notice to vacate his room.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

Death, a Biography, is a fictional horror novel. It is crass, violent, profane, and not meant for the light hearted reader. Imagine living in a world surrounded by fools. For years your frustration grows, and no matter what you try to do you cannot free yourself from the preverbal ideocracy. Nom DePlume is just such a man, only one day he is granted the dearest wish of his heart. Nom, a grad student working as a truck driver is: intelligent, well educated, and the sort of person who always can find a reason to have a chip on his shoulder. One day while driving in Texas he finds that he has the ability to wish death on those he hates. Being scientifically minded, Nom proceeds to experiment searching out the scopes of his new found powers. He begins in Texas, a state he despises. As he moves on from each experiment, he picks his prey to match some facet of modern western life that he hates. Each receive a fate customized to match what Nom feels they did wrong. Nom then travels home to Michigan after initially defining his new role in life. In Michigan he uses his powers to settle a few old scores and family business. A run-in with an old friend convinces him that he is being selfish for not using his god like powers to better mold humanity. The end of the book sees him taking on the leader of the free world. Nom now personifying Death, learns that he has a true foe, Life.Nom will return.

"For now, I will consider you seriously will protect Lady Sophia."

"Thank you, but I still don't receive a reply from my friend. How long that magic letter arrived at the receiver?"

"The moment when the paper burned, they will appear in front of the receiver."

I see this paper is like email, but why Olivia doesn't reply to my letter?

"Sam, what will you do If I don't receive her reply until tomorrow?"

Tomorrow is the meeting with David Wardenia. If Olivia doesn't reply to my letter until tomorrow, we can't execute our plan.

"We will postpone the meeting."

"You can do it?"

"The meeting is initiated by us, so we can decide the time. But we can't postpone it too long. This town is his territory, the longer we stay, the more dangerous for us."

"I see. If I have got the reply, I will tell you immediately."

"Thank you."

"Let's analyze the next topic. You said we will be taken as hostages and you don't know where he will take us correct?"

"Correct. I can guarantee he will use that trick. We are in his territory and he is invincible here. He can do everything as long as no evidence and witness. I think he will wait for the drug to show it's effect then he will 'bring' us to his hideout."

"Then imagine that happen, how will my friend's aids find us? I can use 'Cure' to neutralizes the drug's effect and see where will he bring us, but I don't know how to tell my friend's aids in our location."

"Indeed, how about using a magic letter? Its size is small and you can hide it. You can bring a Quill pen and a bottle of ink too since they are necessary for the meeting.'

"I see. Do you have another magic letter?"

"Of course we have."

"Then the plan will be executed when I got confirmation from my friend, isn't it?

"Yeah, sound good for me."

"But why Lady Sophia never join the conversation?"

"Don't mind me, Vin. I don't really know those stuff, but I trust Sam will do his best for my safety."

"Thank you, my Lady."

'Umm."


"Vin, let's choose your clothes for the meeting tomorrow."

"Okay, but please make it quick. I want to stroll around the city. I want to see David's mansion and maybe we can find useful information."

"Yeah, I think the same too."


"Please have a drink before we go Vin, Sam."

"You are right Lady Sophia. Please wait for a moment."

Yeah, I feel thirsty for 3 hours on a trip to this city. I hope there are ice cubes to cool the water.

Sam then went to the kitchen and prepare several drinks.

"Here my Lady, and this is for you Vin."

He brings 3 fancy ceramic mugs filled by iced tea. Hell yeah, this is very good.

"Drink to your heart 's content, there're second if need be."

"Isn't this tea expensive?"

"What are you saying Vin? You're my employee and this treatment is just like an investment to improve your performance to me."

After saying that, Lady Sophia drink the iced tea gracefully. At that moment I feel her 'noble' aura even though she was commoner. If she tells me she was noble, I think I could believe it.

I drink the iced tea slowly while savoring the cold sensation.

After replenishing ourselves, we will get back to the store. Sam locks the house again and we enter the store. Sam leads us to a special corner on the first floor.

I can see a lot of fancy clothes like the ones worn by the nobles in novels.

Sam takes a black short-tunic with the smallest size to fit my body. The tunic made of silk and very comfortable. I choose the tunic with long sleeves to hide my daggers. Surprisingly the short-tunic is fitted with my body and doesn't hinder my movement.

Sam also takes trousers to match my tunic. He prepares a leather belt too.

"Woah, you quite handsome with this outfit huh. Not bad."

Ehhh Sam praises me.
I never see my face though, so I don't know he genuinely praises me or insults me. I hope that the house has a mirror.

"Vin, you look very nice on that outfit. Your aura is different."

Even Lady Sophia praises me. Maybe Sam is seriously saying that. This outfit is so much different from my casual shirt given by Olivia. I choose a casual outfit because I don't want to stand out too much and avoid trouble.


"Thanks. I've been choosing the outfit, let's stroll around the city."

"Wait, I and Lady Sophia need hooded robe to keep our face hidden. We don't want to be spotted by David's man."

He takes two black robes with his size and Lady Sophia's size

Sam give my outfits to nearby employees and tell him to bring it to the private house. Sam also gives the key to that employee.

"Why you give the house's key easily to your worker? He can steal your expensive stuff isn't it?"

"They won't do it. When we interview our employees, we make sure we choose someone who doesn't have criminal records."

"How can you know if they have criminal records?"

"In their Identity card, you can see it if they ever become a prisoner in the Justice Guild."

"Besides that, our Company pays them higher than what they expected if they work flawlessly. So they won't do anything like stealing our stuff."

"I see."

We exited the store after they wear their robe and use the hood to cover their faces.

Outside the store I find huge bustling crowds and several horse-carriages pass across us. Various stall lined beside the streets, overflowing with clamoring liveliness.

Because of this era, Most of the Kingdom is uninhabited land, so people will tend to swarm cities or villages like this.

And I want to try various food here, but I can't afford to do that, because of my mission. We immediately go to the North Quarter to find David's Mansion. Luckily his mansion located near the center of town, so we don't need to go deeper to North Quarter to find it.

His Mansion is very large with a two-story building. It's size even comparable with the City mansion. From the distance, we can see two guards, but there aren't Golden star crest on their breastplates.

"They are private guards. They swear their loyalty to the noble who employ them."

"What is David Wardenia rank?"

"He is Count."

His ranks is quite high huh.

I want to see if his mansion has a backyard or not, but we can't come closer because we need to pass those guards in front of the mansion.

In the North Quarter, I don't see any royal guards patrolling here. Probably because this private guard already here to protect this quarter.

We decided to stop our investigation today because we can't get much information.

"Is there a place to find more pieces of information about David? Like bar perhaps?"

"This is his territory, I don't think we can get that information easily. There is a bar here, but you can't enter because of you still minor. I can't go here too, because no one will guarantee my safety."

We meet a dead-end huh.

In the end, we stroll around the city until evening. We buy a lot of food at the stalls. Sam even buys me 5 mithril daggers. He really bet everything on me now.

In the evening, we return to Lady Sophia's private house.

Looking for anti-mainstream isekai?
Try to read my novels!!

Warning: This novel is slow-paced, I hope you don't bored.


Synopsis:
A child was raised to become a professional assassin.That child doing that to avenge the death of his parents. But he realized that he had been working for the murderer that he was looking for. After he had done various dirty things and killed many people, he eventually realized the fact. Even so, he managed to get his revenge but lost his life as a price. But not the realm of death awaiting him, but a new world. With various complicated situations, various problems will come to our MC.


Author Note : 
-I apologized for my terrible grammar and any typo.
-This is my first time writing a novel. I hope u will kindly give me support like critics and advice to improve the story quality.

-I don't own the image on the cover

When things didn't make sense, Mr. Smith knew the best way to find out what didn't fit was to keep digging until you found that one piece of information that made everything make complete sense. He knew the answer was just waiting to be found, he just had to do a little digging to find out what it was. To him the current story didn't make sense. Private investigators don't turn on a dime for no reason at all. Jessica Johnson didn't win any lotteries in the last day or two, so what was Edgar Willis' reason for his sudden change of heart? They were confident that a lack of funds would encourage all the PI's to turn her away because they didn't have the manpower or the resources to conduct that kind of search without good financial support. Ms. Johnson still doesn't have that kind of finances, so what had changed?

     Did Edgar do a little research of his own and become sympathetic to her cause? It's very possible and wouldn't be the first time it happened to the program either. Not the kind of PI they want on the case; a believer. Edgar Willis didn't at first seem to be that kind of guy, so if he's not a believer and not a member of the good will, then what the hell was driving him to dig into the case and help her out? These were the questions that kept Smith up at night, and determined to find the answer, he called in a few favors to audit a few accounts and find out what or who might be paying for this adventure. Someone had to be paying for it, and if wasn't Ms. Johnson it had to be someone else because Willis didn't seem like the kind of guy would eat that kind of bill. His partner Tucker was too frugal to let something like that ruin their already fragile business. The answer was out there and he was determined to make sure this reason wasn't going to be a serious threat to the program.

     After waiting hours to hear back from someone who owed him a few favors, the email he had been waiting for finally arrived. Mr. Smith eagerly opened the email and started to scan the details he had asked for, which were delivered without a single question. His contacts knew better to ask, and whenever they were in a bind... Smith made sure he did whatever was in his power to return the favor. As he was scanning through the numbers on the email, he came across something that just jumped out at him like a naked guy in a crowd with his hair on fire. These kind of numbers changed everything. It was the reason he had been looking for, and it was disturbingly large number. A number large enough to disturb the boss about it as Smith flipped open his cell phone and immediately contacted his boss.

     "Mr. Carlson," Smith started, "I believe we may have found the reason for Edgar Willis' sudden urge for charity."

     "I'm listening." the voice on the other end said.

     "Less than 48 hours after Ms. Johnson showed up for her second interview, Willis and Tucker's firm got a massive payday from a company called Dryden Suppliers. We're talking high seven figures, very close to becoming eight. This would explain why someone like Edgar Willis would take up a charity case. He and Tuck suddenly have the financial security few PI agencies have to work with."

     "This seems too good to be true," Carlson responded, "Should we knock this sudden payment to coincidence? This is rather opportune for Mr. Willis to get enough money to take on Ms. Johnson's case mere days after she first arrives."

     Mr. Smith had the same feeling, "Do you want me to trace this company and try to find out who authorized the payment?"

     "Yes," Carlson approved, "But while the size is massive... PI's have a habit of being paid late by some clients. For all we know this is a back payment for years of work that was never compensated. This kind of payment isn't uncharacteristic for that particular industry, but this does concern me a little bit."

     "How so, Sir?" Smith asked, somewhat curious.

     "Because this could mean Edgar might have taken the case for personal reasons rather than for money." Carlson paused for a moment, "I want you to search the manifest. Find out if either Mr. Willis or Mr. Tucker has any connections to any of the residents under our care."

     Smith thought that seemed pretty reasonable but it was never something he considered. That's why the old man gets paid the big bucks, "I'll get on it immediately. I had their office bugged so we could find out how involved they are with Ms. Johnson."

     "Isn't that a tad premature?" Carlson said with a somewhat disappointing tone, "When did you have this done?"

     "Well, after Ms. Johnson left last night after her second visit." Smith answered, "I authorized the guy I have watching the building to tap the place. She had been in there for over four hours. The next time she visits I want to know what she's talking about and what they think about it."

     "Alright," Carlson said, "But try to pass this by me next time."

     "Yes, Sir." Smith said, "I just thought it would be good to know how involved they're going to be in the case and whether or not they might present a threat to the program."

     "Well, what's done is done." Carlson said not nitpicking over spit milk, "Just don't do anything else over there without prior authorization."

     Smith took a deep breathe, "I will Sir, sorry about that."

     "That's alright... I know your head is in the right place." Carlson said as he tried to be understanding, "We have to be careful because the last thing we want to do is fuel Ms. Johnson's paranoia, which will in turn fuel Willis and Tucker to keep looking into this. Understood?"

     "Yes Sir, perfectly." Smith said, trying his best to be respectful.

     As he hung up the phone, Smith had decided it was probably best not to mention the letter that that his man left in Tucker's mailbox. He was pretty sure that the threatening letter might have upset the old man if he had told him. Yet the more Smith thought about it, the more he realized that the old man was right. All that letter might do is legitimize their fears and paranoia about the conspiracy theories and motivate them further. Smith started to regret sending it, but it was done. It couldn't be taken it back. He started to look for new answers, but his work was quickly interrupted. He got a text message on his cell, and upon reading it he called that person back immediately.

     Something had happened, and Smith had a feeling that he wasn't going to like it.

Years after a mysterious plane crash, a woman feared dead is spotted at an anti-war rally. A private investigator named Edgar Willis is hired onto the case, however, he must abandon his virtues after learning of the real destiny of the airplane.

Today, Old Master Lu was very happy. It could be said that all his gloominess from before had been swept away. Initially, he had been terrified to have taken on such a horrible form. Although he had told everyone he was an ice-cream, he had known exactly what sort of creature he looked like in his heart.
Everyone in the surroundings had been mocking him, telling him to evolve into a pile of shit...or simply a bag of fertilizer.
Truthfully speaking, in this game that didn't allow one to delete their accounts regardless of what they evolved into, he wasn't able to accept it!
After spending his time in agony for two days, he finally gathered the courage and went to ask the instructor as to what he would evolve into. In the end, when he moved nearer to the instructor, the overlord next to her already pointed at him and cried out in alarm, "Feathers, a ball of feathers!"
At that moment, his heart turned cold!
But in the end, the instructor's next sentence was that he was a phoenix seed. Upon hearing that, he suddenly felt joy as though he just struck the lottery!
Until now, he was still feeling dizzy.
(I am an awesome phoenix?)
(Wahahaha, as expected...the heavens help those who help themselves!)
(Didn't I say that I've been attracting online traffic every day with my posts for the game. Even if I didn't get any credit for it, I did still work hard, right? How can the game bear to let me evolve into shit?)
He, who was still lost in excitement and happiness, suddenly received an email from the official game station.
"Dear player [My ancestor Old Master Lu didn't Cheat]. Hello, firstly, the game's backstage staff want to thank you for your selfless promotion of the game. Through the discussion of the work team, in order to thank you for your support, we gave you a special reward, granting you the bloodline of a hidden job. You should have already received it in game. But yesterday, the game's A.I. reported that all the elf players displayed immense dissatisfaction toward you possessing a hidden job. Hence, we hope that you could write another article regarding the strategy guide about the benefits of ordinary elf jobs to placate them. As for the information needed, we have already sent it to your email. In the future, the work team will give you remuneration according to the effects of your guide. We also hope that you can continue to support our game. Thank you!"
Signing off: Xiye Game Studio, sincerely wishing you well.
After receiving the email, Old Master Lu was stunned for some time. He then shouted in excitement, "As expected!!"
After that, he read through the content of the email many times, tears flowing down his face. As expected, his hard work wasn't wasted. The game studio truly had a conscience. His ancestor must be blessing him, allowing him to acquire a hidden job.
When he thought of this, he hurriedly replied to the email.
"Hello to every boss in the gaming studio. Firstly, I am really very honored to be able to receive the recognition of the official game station. Being able to write for such a wonderful game product, it's really my, Lu Xiaowei's, glory to be able to do so. The humble me appreciates and admires the efforts of the work team very much. Such an era-crossing game yet still choosing to treat the players so well. In addition, there are no moods to purchase anything in-game at all, resulting in the loss of a source of income for the gaming studio. I'm really very impressed by the work team's far-sighted strategy and will definitely do my very best to promote the game. I'll give all my meager strength to do so, and there's no need for your side to mention anything about remuneration. Lastly, I'm very thankful for the work team to grant me a hidden job. I wholeheartedly wish for [Star Ocean] to be popular, becoming a wondrous divine work that would never die off!"
Old Master Lu glanced at the email he wrote. After looking through a few times, he then carefully hit the reply button. He didn't expect his actions to be able to gain the notice of the official game station. This was truly a huge surprise. The excited him hurriedly tactfully declined the mention of remuneration.
He didn't care about this bit of remuneration. The cafes of his Lu Clan were extremely prosperous back in the time of his ancestor. Although the business had declined a lot when it came to his generation, he still wasn't thinking much for this bit of remuneration. Comparatively, he regarded the business value of this game much more highly.
Right now, the game showed no signs of earning any income by creating an in-game store. Since this was the case, this meant it was most probably planning to go for the gift card system, a one-time fee or a monthly fee system!
What did this represent?
This represented a huge business opportunity for the players.
As for charging a fee for in-game items, those p2w players wouldn't mind mindlessly throwing money at the game station. But then the space where top-quality players could perform would become very limited. If the balance of the in-game store was not that good, there was basically no space for normal players to perform. But if this game adopted the game style of [Titan], which implemented a one-time fee, things would be different!
Everyone would be on the same starting line. In that case, players who had spent a large amount of time and energy would have the advantage. This would also be fair as top-quality players had an even larger space to perform!
Originally, he felt that he no longer had an opportunity to make his ancestor's former glory to re-appear as he missed the starting phase of [Titan]. Yet, he didn't expect that he would encounter another divine work like [Star Ocean] in his robust years, and he even received such preferential treatment. This time around, if he couldn't succeed, he would truly have wasted the bloodline of his clan!
After all, his ancestor was a man who could go head-to-head with the number one mid-laner, FAKER, of the league of legends back then and boasted of a 50% win-rate against him. So, as his descendant, how could Old Master Lu's talent be weak?
When he thought of this, Old Master Lu grew increasingly emotional. He drew in a deep breath and opened up the information that the official game station had sent to him. He was preparing to use the information and write a good article. Maybe, they would then give him some good items in-game to reward him. This was a rare-to-come by backdoor chance; hence, he had to do this well.
Moreover, his hidden job was truly too ostentatious. Humans wouldn't worry about scarcity but uneven distribution. This hidden job of his would easily arouse jealousy in others. By writing this article well, he could lower the risks for himself.
Hence, he concentrated and read through the information. This read actually caused him to tremble. The system of this game was not ordinarily huge. If it wasn't because the game's performance in the early phase was so good, he even doubted if the game system could sustain balance when so many complex jobs were introduced. Just the elf race alone had so many jobs. There was even a note in the email saying that there would be even more races to choose from for new players in the future!
The more he thought about it, the higher the anticipation he felt in his heart for the game's later phase!
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On the other hand, Xiye felt a little ashamed when he saw Old Master Lu's reply which stated that he didn't want any remuneration. Using his subject's natural talent like this while giving him nothing, even scamming him that his evolution into a phoenix seed was something given by the 'game', was this idea a little too dirty?
Could he really be a black-hearted overlord?
(Mn...This is just a makeshift stratagem due to my temporarily poor finances. In the future, when this overlord struck it rich, I will definitely treat these honest and simple indigenous players kindly.)
"Ding! Hello, respected Overlord Xiye. The few high-grade jobseekers you booked have already confirmed their interview timings. Do you want to meet with them?"
This voice caused Xiye who was thinking of other things to awaken from his stupor. After that, he collected his thoughts. This should be the reply sent to him by the talent network. He hurriedly opened up the email.
He read through the content. It basically stated that the recommended high-grade instructors were willing to meet him for an interview. Xiye felt his heart shake with excitement when he saw this. He stood up and rubbed his hands. He then instructed the A.I. to help him monitor the elves' evolution. He then prepared himself and headed out for a long journey.
As long as all of these things were settled, his first batch of basic combat force would appear and his large-scale expansion plan could finally be started!


Player: I'm a worker whose monthly salary doesn’t even hit $5,000. My monthly rental already takes up half of my salary, I don’t have a girlfriend and is reprimanded by my superior every day. However, I feel very happy because there has been a new virtual game recently. In the game, I have a powerful bloodline. Not only do I have my own fleet, I even have a powerful overlord that granted me a colonized planet. Although I know this is fake, but inside there, I found the meaning of my life!
Actually...the overlord who gave him the planet really wanted to tell him that this game wasn’t fake. (You really have your own fleet and colonized planet…) but the overlord knew that he couldn’t say this. Because, once he said it, these subjects who thought of themselves as ‘players’, would definitely not be as terrifyingly hardworking as now!!


On the beach, Yve has fallen asleep beside Vince after eating the food they bought. Her workload plus the things that Vince revealed tired her up.  Having understood all of this, Vince carried her back to the car and settled her in the front seat and drove back to the hotel.

After ensuring that Yve is comfortable on the bed, he went to the bathroom to freshen up only to be interrupted by Sylvan.
"What is it?"
"Primo, they found a report about Nyelle's mother. I sent the details to your email."
"Okay. Thanks."

Thinking that it must be urgent for even Sylvan to call him late at night, he went to his study to check his email. He didn't like what he read and for sure Yve wouldn't like this, too. But he's bound by the promise they made at the beach.

---
A few hours ago while eating on the beach
--

"Vince?"
"Hmm?" Vince said as he stopped eating to look at Yve doing the same thing to him.
"To be honest, I feel nervous knowing the dangers that being in the underworld might bring."
"Do you want me to quit?"
Yve looked at him and said, "As if it would be that easy to quit."
"So what do you want me to do?"
"Just be honest with me."
"...."
"I don't need you to tell me the specifics especially when it doesn't concern me. Don't make lies like you're going for a business trip or something. Just tell me you need to do something Primo-like."
"Primo-like, ei…" 
"..."
"Please, Vince. Other than that, I want you to ensure your safety as well. After that, I guess everything is fine with me."
"I promise." 

---
Back at the present
--
Vince took a deep breath and turned his laptop off and decided to tell Yve everything tomorrow morning. Before heading for bed, he instructed Sylvan to inform the police station that both of them are coming in the afternoon for their interview.  He finally took a shower and slept. 

The following morning, Yve was the first one to wake up and so she took the responsibility to prepare a simple breakfast for both of them. A few moments later, she saw Vince coming down from his room with a brown envelope in his hands. She decided to ignore it thinking it was related to Gray Group.

"Good morning, King!"
"Good morning, my Yve." Vince said and kissed Yve on the forehead.

But his next actions caused Yve to be curious. Vince pulled back a chair for her and urged her to take the seat. Yve decided to follow and was handed with the envelope. She gave him a questionable look.

"As much as I would like to hide it from you but a promise is a promise." Vince said as he went to the kitchen and served the food on the table. 
Yve reads the contents of the envelope and was shocked to see the title. 
"Did you held them captive?" Yve asked.
"Yes."
"How are they?"
"Nyelle is doing much better than your step sister."
"I want to see Nyelle now. Take me to her."
Vince knew about this but didn't say anything. He sat on one of the chairs and looked at her.
"How about your interview in the police station?"
"Ahh!! I almost forgot! I'll call Sylvan to…"
"There's no need. Upon receiving the report late last night, I ordered Sylvan to postpone your interview. It will this afternoon with me." Vince explained.
"Thanks. So, will you take me to where you're keeping her?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"NO!"
"Then to avoid your dangerous methods, I'd rather take you there myself before my subordinates kill you."
Yve swallowed her saliva in fear of what she heard but in the happiness of Vince's decision, she hugged her and whispered,
"Thank you so much."

Today is another busy day for me. Work and home are the only places I go to for the past 3 years. The end of THAT relationship ended my happy, easy-going life. But then, when I think about it, it was not his fault but mine. My friends would tell me that I need to move on. I HAVE MOVED ON. It's just I don't want any side trips anymore in my life. I have my dreams and I am working hard for it. Little did I know what the destiny has installed for me.

"Mom, I still love her. She ended the relationship without any valid reason and I didn't agree."

"But son, what if the reason is that she doesn't love you anymore? Isn't that a reason valid enough for you?"

"I have to know it this time, mom. I did try to go out on dates but still failed. I think meeting her again will help me know what is happening with me."

"I guess I have no other choice. But remember, don't let her disrupt your plans and the family's business."

"I know, mom. Steph, book my flight to the Philippines tomorrow."

"Vincent! Why are you in so much rush?!"

"Because I believe that the early bird gets the worm."



Just wait for me, Yve. I will get you back by hook or by crook.

➿
17 Hours Before..



River Kennedi enters the relative calm of his small, shared Apartment Complex. A rundown space, with second hand Furniture and displays of amateur art. A place kept spotless, except for the litter of completed, half finished and discarded paintings and drawings. The only case of disarray, against the washed out, but immaculate decor. 

River whisked his Raven black hair, away from his face. Squinting his emerald green eyes, against the burning haze of oil paint and acetone. He kicked off his old converse Sneakers, shaking off his knapsack--discarding it on the floor beside his shoes. He yawned marginally, feeling his body grow fatigued as his clothes rustled. His baggy Denims and Pullover Hoodie, a size to big for his petite frame. 

His face was contrite with weariness, and his legs ached from working a twelve hour shift. Something he was accustomed to, yet still found the side effects to be entirely bothersome. 

A loud clang in the Kitchen echoed throughout the Apartment. Capturing River's attention as he shimmied out of his grey Pullover, dropping it on the old, cloth Couch. 

"Shit!" The voice of his Roommate followed shortly after, making River chuckle lightly as he walked towards the Kitchen. 

James Bordeaux, the Roommate,  was standing over a spilled bucket of Canvas paint. A gruff frown on his subtly handsome features. His dirty blond hair caught up in a messy ponytail, and his blue eyes scowling at the predicament he faced. 

The paint had splattered all over the low, wooden cupboards--forming a puddle on the tiled floors. It's bright tint leaving speckles of red across the small, old doors. 

"That's gonna be a little hard to remove," River said, jolting James out of his terrified trance. 

"River! Goddammit, you scared the crap out of me!" James exclaimed frowning--his British accent as deep and attractive, as his magazine worthy face.

"You'll get over it, once you get that mess cleaned up. We can barely afford to pay for this place as it is and I'm pretty sure Ms. Corrigan won't appreciate your splatter art all over her Kitchen Cupboards." River mused and James mocked his smile. 

"Ha ha, you're a bloody comedian." James deadpanned, entirely annoyed. 

"And you're a bloody mess." River faked a British accent, causing James's bushy eyebrows to scrunch up in confusion. 

"Are you going to help me or not?" James asked, his ocean blue eyes pleading. 

River scoffed lightly, knowing well that he needed rest for the next day to come. Another five hours at the Burger Joint, and the next few hours of daylight searching for a new Job. 

"Nope." River said, walking towards the Refrigerator. The only decent piece of electrical appliance in the small, stuffy Apartment. 

"I hate you," James griped out and River grinned. 

"I'll live with myself." River said, removing a bottle of spring water. "Besides, I need to rest. I have a long day ahead tomorrow. You know I'd have helped, if I wasn't so sleepy." 

"This is why you should have chosen Art as a Major, yah bloody wanker." James implored, watching River down the bottle of Water in just one go. 

"I don't think your Professors would appreciate my stick figures, and smearing of paint with my tiny and not so manly fingers. Enigmatic my ass." River scowled with a thoughtful glance at James who rolled his eyes. 

"Fine I'll do it my damned self, meanie." James sassed and River smiled, nudging James as he passed him. Careful not to step into the paint, that would have surely stuck to his feet for days. 

"Where's Cassie?" River asked, noticing that James' character of a Girlfriend wasn't around. "She's usually strolling around half dressed, speaking crazy and screaming at you." River grinned at James. 

"Watch it, Mr. I can't get a Boyfriend because I'm too busy with my Business Degree." James mocked in a freakishly squeaky voice, and River frowned at the inaccuracy of it. 

"Hey, I don't sound like that! And I sure as hell don't have time to be coddled and fondled by a man." River challenged, but James simply scoffed. 

"And I presume fondling yourself while you think I'm sleeping is better?" James grimaced at River, who's cheeks tinted in abysmal embarrassment. 

"Dammit those old, squeaky ass beds," River cursed under his breath. James only smirked at River's rant, but he instantly realized he was allowing the paint to dry. 

"At least you're man enough to admit it," James gibed, roaming through drawers for something to clean the mess with. 

"Shut your Pie-hole, and clean that paint up, Mr. Bordeaux." River retorted, throwing the empty, water bottle at James' head. 

"You bloody wanker!" James screamed as River sped-walked away. 

River loved the banter between him and James. It was the one thing he looked forward to, after a long day of rude customers and a nagging Boss. He however felt the urge to tell James that he had been fired, but he also hoped that the high paying internship that he had been contacted about, would be granted before he had to. 

It had been days since he submitted his resume. He thought of it almost every hour, which led to him being distracted. It also roused up a sudden confidence in him. A confidence that made River talk back at his Boss, Mr. Bash. Who then proceeded to fire him. He thought if only he had kept his mouth shut--then again. River was tired of being spat on, walked over and screamed at by a man whom was much shorter than him. A man who in James's most colorful opinion, was an Arsemonger.

•

River entered the cramped interior of his Bedroom. A rectangular space, with mismatched wooden, metal, and plastic furniture. He hurriedly stepping out of his Denims, grimacing at the sudden coldness--seeping through his pores. Caused by the stone floor, that was the same bland, cream color as the papered walls. Murky and as boring as River thought himself. A trait he hated, yet lived with because of his past. 

He discarded the Blue Denims atop his bed, yawning and covering his mouth. 

River huffed heavily as he fell backwards into the Bed--in his boxers and an old but favored Band Shirt. Frowning as the loud squeaking resonated throughout the entire Bedroom. He gazed up at the lightbulb in the ceiling, his facial expression neutral. 

He quickly fished his phone from his left pocket. Sliding the cracked screen across, hoping to find something interesting. He then decided to check his emails, a small twinge of hope, inspiriting within him. That hope burst into nauseating nervousness, as he saw the brand new email in his inbox. 

Titled; Black and Co. Application. 

He swiftly flew up, in a sitting position. His heart palpitating so loud, he could hear it beating as if within his eardrums. With a fidgeting thumb, he opened the email. But his mobile data seemed to be slowed down, as it usually did when his megabytes ran dry. 

So he waited ten seconds, but nothing. 

Another ten seconds, then his patience ran dry--yet still there was nothing. 

He opted to wait another ten, but he gave up after just three seconds, the moment he remembered his Laptop. The only thing in the Apartment, that was connected to the Neighbor's Wifi. 

"Crappy phone!" River cursed under his breath, dropping the cellphone on the Bed. 

He then rose to his feet, hurriedly striding towards his cluttered Computer Desk. Where his HP laptop sat, halfway opened. He hastily opened it up, narrowing his gaze as the screen lit up. Within seconds, he entered his password and smiled. For the screen was already on the email tab. 

He paused for a second, even more agitated than before. His head felt swollen, and he feared if he water any longer. 

His brain would explode. 

River squeezed his eyes shut, clicking the mouse once. He let out a dry huff of air, slowly opening one eye. 


From: Grace Keller, CFO. Black & Co. 
Received 12:55 pm. 
Subject: Re:Application.

After reading that first line, both of River's eyes opened. Peering at the screen, with squinty yet eager eyes. 

Hello Mr. Kennedi, 

           This reply is in regards to the Internship Application that you have submitted. I have to say I'm quite pleased with your Resume, and I look forward to you attending a scheduled Interview. 


An excited scream erupted from River's lips, but both his hands swiftly covered his mouth to stop himself. River looked around, to see if James was nearby--unable to contain his excitement. He soon squeaked almost inaudibly, continuing the email. 


I have taken the liberty of setting up an interview on the nearest date possible. I hope that you will be able to attend on such short notice. I am aware that you have been recommended, by a well known Professor at Lockwood University here in New York. 

However, I wasn't able to review your Application until earlier today, but it is to my understanding that it had been sent to us a week ago. 

My apologies for the wait, and I sincerely do hope that the chosen date of the Interview is convenient to your daily schedule. 

See below. 

January 21, 2016. 3:00pm. 

Looking forward to meeting you, Mr. Kennedi!

〰

River's eyes widened as he read the date out loud. He was finally rudely interrupted by James--bounding into the Room. A bottle of Jergens Lotion, clutched in his hands--almost defensively. 

"Umm," River grunted and James's frightened expression, changed to one of relief. 

"Thank heavens! I thought someone attacked you!" James said, clutching his chest with genuine concern written in his eyes. 

River however, glanced from James, to the bottle of Lotion in his hands. "So you came to my rescue with a bottle of Lotion." It was more of a statement than a question, and James frowned at the revelation. 

"Uhh, yes?" 

"What were you going to do?" River asked and James's left eyebrow rose in limpid puzzlement. "Moisturize them to death?" River queried, and James's gaze flattened. 

"Has this bloody thing ever been in your eyes?" James asked, walking into the Room. 

"No, it hasn't." River said, sounding a little bit concerned. 

"Oh, well." James dropped the bottle of Lotion on River's bed as he plopped down lazily. "The least you could do is say, 'thank you James, for coming to save me. What a true knight in shining armor you are." James recited, almost too dramatically and River groaned in angst. 

"Thank you James, for coming to my rescue with a bottle of Lotion, obviously almost empty due to your rigorous amounts of masturbation." River mused and James cocked an eyebrow in his direction. "Your beds are squeaky too." River smirked at James's horrified look. "But as you can see, I'm fine. Just excited." 

"That's what that girly scream was?" James asked, befuddled and River face-palmed himself roughly. 

"No, you moron, well, kind of!" River seemed confused, and James seemed even more baffled. "I'm excited because I got the Internship." River deadpanned finally and James scowled. 

"The Black & Co.?" He asked and River glared at him incredulously. 

"No, for Men.com." River muttered, "Yes! For Black & Co., twit!" River snapped and James glared at him, but it soon turned into a broad smile. 

"Now way!" James exclaimed excitedly and River grinned proudly. 

"Yes, way!" 

"I knew you would get it, babe!" James said confidently and River blushed, a big grin on his lips that hurt from smiling a bit too much. 

"The interview's tomorrow!" River said, rising from his seat and sitting down beside James. 

"Uhh, tomorrow, tomorrow?"James's smile faded, worrying River immensely. 

"Yes tomorrow," River answered, his smile fading a little as he saw the look on James's face. "Aren't you excited?" River asked with a pout and James sighed heavily. 

"I am, I am but-," he paused and River frowned marginally. "You have to go see your Mum tomorrow. You know that visits to that God- forsaken place is complicated enough as it is." 

River scowled as he pondered the outcome of not going to see his Mother. 

He considered not going, but the Hospital only allowed visits twice per week in that Ward. So River had a decision to make, and it was enough to down his spirits. 

"Ugh, you're right." River said, falling back on the Bed. 

James followed suit, and they both gazed up at the ceiling. River was lost in thought, and James opted to remain quiet. To give River time to think about his options, and come up with a solution to his problem.

"Do you think she'll wake up?" River asked and James shrugged. "What if she does and I'm not there?" He queried, but James didn't have the answers he sought after. 

"I don't know, babe." James sighed, his worry for his Best Friend, obvious and genuine. "This Internship is a once in a lifetime opportunity. If your Mother does wake up from her Coma, I'm sure she'll understand why you weren't there." James advised and River gritted his teeth, considering James' words deeply. 

"The Interview is at 3:00, and visiting hours starts at 2:30pm." River acknowledged, and James nodded. 

"Go see your Mother, if even for ten minutes then go to your interview. Your Mother lived her life, despite how terribly it turned out. Don't let anything stop you from living yours," James said as he rose from the Bed, nudging River's cheeks in the process. 

"Ok," River pursed his lips, rising up to a sitting position. 

"I'm going to make us some Pasta, and you can tell me all about this new internship." James grinned and River blushed lightly, smiling up at James. 

"Ok," River nodded and James rose an eyebrow at him. "Babe," River let out exasperated, and James pointed a finger at him--clearly pleased. 

River watched in angst as James exited the room--his feet pattering against the floor lightly. He then turned to his Laptop--a slight grimace masking his features. 


〰


Soundtrack - Remember I Told You by Nick Jonas ft. Anne Marie and Mike Posner

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In the pursuit of happiness, River Kennedi inherits a new life through sheer luck, or quite possibly his own potential. His secrets, his vulnerabilities, and the very best of him, is brought out when Sebastian Black walks into his life. Bringing with him, just enough baggage and just enough of the real and genuine him to make his own place in River's heart. 

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The two just waiting for their Boss decision and then after hearing what she said, the two of them are too surprised and can't believe what they hear.


Rei : It's unbelievable right?


Both : (Nodded)


Rei : No worries your Boss Mei already thoroughly thinking about it and before she made this decision we already discussed this. As for me, I hope that the two of you will pretend that you don't know me, if I happen to be visiting the restaurant as a customer again.


Both :  Yes Boss / Secretary Rei and thank you very much.


Rei : You're welcome and Manager Hu?

Hu : (Not used by calling Manager since he always heard Assistant from Manager Gyu.) Y------yes Boss.


Rei : At the beginning of the year please find at least 7 Chefs and submit their profiles to the same email that you sent awhile ago in order for me and Mei to select.


Hu : Yes Boss


Rei : And Assistant Manager Fu do your best so that you can achieve your goals someday.


Fu : Yes Secretary Rei and thank you very much. I'm really glad Secretary Rei. 'I'm really glad that you didn't fired me out that day and I'm really glad that you didn't judge me for my last action'


Rei : Alright I'm already done with this task. So before Manager Gyu notice the happy expression of the two of you, first you need to relax and calm down.


Both : Yes Boss / Secretary Rei


Rei stand and then the moment she stand all her family members looking at her and again they have an eye to eye conversation.


Mei : We're still not done about your boyfriend.


Rei : I know


Aya : You're boyfriend and not a friend?


Rei : Boyfriend Ma

Both : (Lyn and En) Congrats Sis Rei / Rei


Rei : Thank you Brother En and Lyn


Aya : You go check the kids first and we call you after Mei done handling with Manager Gyu

Rei : Aah, that's right.


All : What?

Rei : Manager Gyu is a shady person because he edit his profile so that you Mei can appoint him as the Branch Manager so let's postpone the announcement of his kicked out first.


Mei : So what's your plan?


Rei : (Just smiled and all of them shivered)

Rei got out from the conference room again and go where the kids are meanwhile Mei instruct the two to call Manager Gyu and she just tell him that she's already done for the meeting and then dismissed. On the other hand, Gyu smiling because he taught his plan will be in success too soon but he never taught that he received an email about his misdeeds and a blackmail that if he will not leave the S Country all of his deeds will be exposed nationwide and globally. It just an hour after Mei dismissed him from the meeting but Mei already received his resignation letter and all of them look where Rei seating, since she already got called back after dismissing Manager Gyu.


Mei : What did you do Sis?


Rei : Well since I cannot disclose his misdoings in the restaurant and  in order to avoid any connections from the restaurant so I just dig out further then what.


All : What?


Rei : He got fired from his previous works because of embezzlement and money laundering.


All : Don't tell me you letting him go without punishment?


Rei : Nah, I already informed the police forces as R since I signed an agreement for the safety of Senians in S Country.


All : Ohh, I see.


Mei : Then why did he resigned right away?


Rei : I just blackmailed him that I will disclosed this information to the public if he won't leave the country.


All : Yet you still informed the police forces but indeed that's what the right thing to do.

Rei : Well if he is fast enough then maybe he can escape from the police force.

All : As if he can.

----Flashback -----


After he got dismissed from the meeting, Gyu was smiling and ready to plan his next move but then stop when he heard a notification from his phone.

"Your account has been hacked"

"What?" he opened it right away and all of his embezzlement and money laundering records had been discovered.


"What do you want? Who are you?"


"A hacker like you but we have different views"


"I can give you some money to shut you off"



"Nah, I told you we have different views."


"So, what do you want?"


"Just give you a warning"


"What kind of warning? Do you think I'm afraid of you?"


"Have you ever taught that R will never make a trace and track your doings?"


"How did it connect to R? I didn't offend R"


"Let's see if you offend R or not but if I were you after receiving a warning of your fellow hacker then either I hide, leave the country or surrender to the authority"

"If I won't?"

"Well it's up to you but for sure within an hour you will be get caught by the authority knowing that R is already secured and signed the security of the Senians"

"W---what do you mean?"

"Ohh-ohh, so that's why you've been so bold enough to do your misdeeds after announcing that R is already part and joining last 2 years ago for the safety of Senians. I need to end our conversation now so that you will not be traced by R"


"W----wait" but already offline.


"S-h-i-t, s-h-i-t, s-h-i-t how did I never received that news? I was too careless and yet I almost and already got a chance to steal this chain restaurant. Aagh, forgot about the restaurant knowing R who's act fast and very efficient enough. I need to run and escape first before they caught me" 

He then encode a resignation letter to his Boss 


"Boss Mei, I'm sorry for this sudden announcing of my resignation but it's very urgent. Thank you for hiring me and if someday that I will be applying again to you, hope you will accept and considerate of me. Thank you.

By : Gyu Su Yan"


-----End of Flashback------


After sending his informal resignation letter, he hurriedly packed his things and hurriedly leave the restaurant. All the staffs are watching him including his son.


"Eh, where are you going Manager Gyu?"


"I resigned and I already send it to Boss Mei, it's very urgent so guys thank you for everything'


"..." leaving all the staff become speechless.

Then he leave right away and knowing R as Rei, she don't want to implicate the restaurant so when his around the next corner the authority are already there.

"Mr Gyu you're under arrest for Embezzlement, Money Laundering and False Identifications. You have right to remain silent and prove for your innocent"

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