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The mysterious events of March 17th 1984 which have been known as the "Tragic Forgetful" is about to be unveiled as a series of audio and transcript files are shared, revealing what had really happened and what terrifying events took place on that day. 2 New Chapters every Monday, Thursday, and Friday!

Disclaimer: This story contains high levels of violence, animal abuse, explicit blood and gore, and language and is not for anyone faint of heart. If you are uncomfortable with these kinds of events, please avoid reading this story for your own sake. You have been warned.

[All events that take place in this story is ENTIRELY FICTIONAL and are NOT BASED OFF OF REAL HISTORICAL EVENTS.]


"Encrypted audio, dot, MP3," Jessica mumbled under the background noise. Indelible concentration satisfied her restlessness. Therapeutic problem-solving always barred everything else from her stream of thought, and she didn't have to remember the present in order to function as normalÑher level of normal. Such deep concentration drew her friends' attention.
Valerie had seen Jessica like this before, executing code, scribbling alphanumerics, or breathing life into hardware. But that excited look on her face, like a witch over a cauldron, meant she was on the path to answers. Shannon noticed it, too, the intense focus and control, a level of focus she was could be matched. Jessica's friends keenly observed and waited for the end result, clueless as to the meaning of the onscreen characters, numb to their own excitement.
"Unlocked!" the nerd nearly screamed. "I like to break without breaking. As the boobed droid with brain matter, this was manageable."
Valerie leaned closer. "So, what's inside?"
"I have to admit, I'm curious as hell," added Shannon.
Energy, sobriety, somberness; Jessica's expression fell three levels. "Could this really be related to what happened to Pine Rim and Beth?" She mulled over the screen, specifically on a bare audio file ready to commence playback. 
"You'll finally get to know," egged Valerie. "We'll know."
The sound of ringing broke the moment, anticipation interrupted by a call and the hologram of a woman's profile. 
"That's Eva," said Jessica. "My boss. It has to be because I've missed work."
"Can't you take it later?" said Valerie.
"She doesn't call this late..."
"Pick it up or don't, Jess," said Shannon.
Hesitantly, Jessica accepted the call.
"Buonasera!" Eva yelled. "Sto cercando il dolce Jes!"
"Hey, Eva..."
"Ehi, I have not seen chetah and wondered if she was okay!'
"Yea, I should have called in my sick days. My coughing and blueberry paleness wouldn't have worked for the customers, but I should've told you."
"You're always pale!"
Silent as could be, Valerie and Shannon listened and shot awkward stares traced with fretfulness. Somehow, the call transformed into a frivolous conversation having nothing to do with work, before Eva suddenly questioned, "Are you home right now?"
Jessica scowled confusingly at her two friends, who shrugged, then coolly answered, "Yea, Eva, I'm home."
"Bene! Because you should be resting if you are sick. See you tomorrow night!"
"Okay, Eva. Have a good night."
"Byeee!"
Back against the mesh, she caressed her chin meditatively. "That was weird."
"What?" Valerie shrugged. "What's weird about it?"
"I always start work in the morning, and she's never there at night."
"That is weird," said Shannon, tilting her head. "But where were we?"
Jessica's watch vibrated, further pricking Valerie's patience. Nonetheless, Jessica checked the message, noting the Ghost Wire tag. It proved to be nothing more and nothing less than a warning: You don't have much time. Leave. A new storm of questions. 
"I'm copying all the chip's information.
Neither Valerie nor Shannon understood Jessica's newfound urgency. Disturbed, they observed her dominance of the keyboard with R2-D2 jammed in the desktop. File after file thus transferred from one drive to the other.
"Jessica, what's wrong?" exclaimed Valerie.
"A hunch," she said. "Variables."
"Variables?" Shannon repeated. "What? What did you read just now?"
"Format unrecognized," Babel interrupted. Heeding his voice, all three girls upturned to the monitors. A white box on the center panel displayed the attempt but inability to initialize a download. Hence, the loading sequence froze at zero. The freeze startled Valerie and Shannon but injected a new kind of curiosity in Jessica, who issued a new command.
"Babel, display file script."
The computer displayed new images across the nine panels. They were cryptic, orange, and parsed in sequences of nine in never-ending black. They looked like simple dashes and lines, except with a curvature like no character on a keyboard. "Like binary," Jessica whispered to her clueless friends. "That," she exclaimed, sitting upright, "I think that's Azarean code. Maybe their own programming language. It's their binary, for lack of a better term. Wicked..."
"Binary. Crap, I know you've mentioned that before," said Valerie, "somewhere." She caressed her forehead, thinking.
Shannon snapped her fingers. "It's the very basic thing behind computers."
"Yea! Como su idioma!"
"So why is this file among the rest?" said Jess. "It would be nice to have answers. All the crazy stuff we could learn, but we would need an Azarean processor..."
Valerie sighed. "But you can't even download it."
"Babel, screenshot the entire script and download everything in JPG format. Label it Trinity." A bleep confirmed her command. Snapshot after snapshot of orange code sorted through the holo-panels, copying into the removable drive. "Still copying."
"How long?" said Shannon.
"Not long." However, she had not forgotten the audio file. Finger on the cusp of the panel, she made eye contact with Valerie then Shannon. Enveloped by anticipation, she tapped. A conversation commenced:
"Let me remind you, thespian, precision is key in every step of the operation. A margin of error shall leave us vulnerable. The slightest detail overlooked and your mistakes shall be redressed. Are my words clear?"
"'I am the epitome of precision, mister agent. I'm no inept dog, like the people outside. I'm still loyal, and this job hits two birds with one stone. Plan, guide, command as you like, a mistake will not fall on the execution but the planning. I take my work very seriously."
"Then you understand the layout?"
"My people know the streets, sure.  They'll stay hidden and meet every request. So long as your applications keep people away, as long as the citywide blackout occurs as you promised, every player will be in place before Judgement Day. And then the show will begin."
"Good. Goliath surveillance shall not be an issue. Simply ensure your followers secure the parcels."
 "Then it all hinges on the final show on the fourth. You've chosen the right man. I promise. I can deliver the entire message from memory, right now."
Dismay, surprise, and revelation. Jess, Val, and Shannon hooked onto every word of the playback, disquietly piecing the evidence together. The same two voices carried on, back and forth, both familiar.
The first voice resonated in Jessica's memory, his identity on the tip of her tongue. She listened intently as the playback continued:
"Not necessary."
Throat clearing. The voice suddenly changed its American accent to British. "Citizens of the deceitful sovereignÑ"
"I said, it is not necessary."
His accent brought the memories back, alongside a flood of emotions. The girls recognized the voice of the terrorist, the so-called face of Sub Terra. 
"Guess you were serious about no curtain call. Do you distrust your own security or..."?
"All security is proofed by layers. Now, I must see to a dilemma. Be ready."
"Hail theÑ!"
The playback ended.
"I knew it!" stammered Valerie. "Fucken knew it!" Her hand fell on Jessica's shoulder. "That's no resistance! That's some conspiracy bullshit! Sub Terra's not involved."
"This is unreal!" Shannon said, quivering.
But Jessica dwelled on the other voice. Stoic and uptight as it was, the face floated somewhere in the data stream of her thoughts. And why did the other man sound like a sycophantic artist?
"That's proof though, right?" said Valerie. "Someone else has gotta see who the murderers are!"
Jessica was too busy toggling her pair of goggles. Then her mouth fell. "That's him!" she exclaimed, and disquietly thrust the specs into Valerie's grasp.
Curiously, receptively, Valerie strapped the goggles and saw Malvis. "Who's the alien?" she asked.
"That's the other speaker," said Jessica.
"Really?" Valerie felt a tap on her shoulder. Underneath the lenses, Shannon's eyes glistened under the dim monitors, home to the same kind of sadness surrounding Jessica. 
"I am sorry," Jessica moaned. "I'm sorry for staking the blame on you, Val."
"There is no blame, homegirl." Valerie approached and patted Jessica on the back. Jessica spun, stood up, and clasped her in a sisterly embrace.
Shannon coughed back a whimper. "You guys are getting too wound up." 
Valerie waved Shannon over, and the three of them held onto one another.
"I'm going to miss her," said Jess.
Valerie scrunched. "Me too."
"She won't be forgotten, though," said Shannon.
Jessica clenched the necklace around her neck. "No, she won't..."



Author:
Mario Brash is a reader, writer, coffee enthusiast, and huge nerd of many things. 

Jessica Leibniz tried being a normal teenager, but unlike most teenagers, she can tell time without a clock. She still wears a watch, but it comes with incriminating A.I. software. It's part of her fashion sense-if you call a mix of 80's nostalgia, geekism, and jagged hair a fashion sense. Otherwise, you have a normal, nineteen-year-old girl who delivers pizza and tacos by day and hacks cybersecurity networks by night. All the while, she turns heads, probably because she performs her job on a gravity board, which is relatively unorthodox in a future where aliens rule the planet.

The alien takeover could have ended more violently, but there's irony in how efficient and peaceful Earth has become a hundred years later. Corporations still reign supreme, but aliens lie at the top of the social ladder. Azareans they call them, overlords who've constructed a new kind of city for the modern world. The Eden: a modern megapolis.

Accustomed to life in the modern city, Jessica has learned to embrace challenge when it comes her way. Without a cause, she confides in her three friends or smacks into boredom. And when she seamlessly cracks an uncrackable corporate security algorithm, nothing makes sense. Faced with world-turning revelations, the life she's led seems trivial next to a hundred-year lie and tragedy.

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The hall was filled to the brim with people; there were still people downstairs, and the elevator kept bringing new visitors. At 10 am, the proprietor for Tian Teng Medical School finally appeared. He was of average height, had a short haircut, and looked to be in his thirties. 

There were two models in revealing nurse costumes trailing behind them. Even though their make-up was startling white, their eyes never stopped releasing electricity. The man tried the loudspeaker and stood at the steps before the entrance of the Haunted House and said, "Everyone, thank you for your kind support. Tian Teng Medical School has always maintained…" 

Chen Ge's eyes scanned the two models. He was not going to pay attention to the man's introductory speech. He was thinking about designing a pretty and sexy costume for Xu Wan when his Haunted House had its next activity. 

The man talked for two to three minutes before finally getting to the point. 

"Our team optimizes the Haunted House every six months. With the aid of a professional foreign team, all the scares are updated, and as the proprietor, it is my responsibility to tell everyone that Tian Teng Medical School is scarier than all the other Haunted Houses available on the market! 

"We strive for the most realistic terror, unlike certain unethical Haunted Houses who rely on online water armies to brush up on their popularity. They think that this was clever, and some did fall for the dirty tricks, but to be honest, I find this behavior laughable!" 

Chen Ge was getting impatient from all the slander. He nudged forward through the crowd, but there were too many people. Finally, he reached the ticket seller. "One ticket please." 

"Did you book a ticket online?" 

"No." 

"I'm sorry, today's tickets have all been sold. How about you stay until afternoon? Perhaps there might be an opening then." 

"The tickets are all gone?" 

The proprietor continued to speak on stage. "If the Haunted Houses on the market are first generation, my Tian Teng Medical School is a fourth generation Haunted House that combines many high-end technology! 

"Today is the first day we're opening our doors for the citizens of Jiujiang. To let everyone have a clearer understanding of the situation, I'll randomly select four visitors to experience the Haunted House with an audio recorder and a portable electrocardiographic monitor! Through the speakers that are connected to the audio recorder and the cardiograph broadcasted on screen, you'll be able to see for yourself how scary our Haunted House is!" 


Before the proprietor finished talking, there was already cheer from the crowd. It was hard to tell whether this was a set-up or not. 

"There's a code behind every ticket, and we'll select the lucky ones with a randomized code generator." The man nodded to the sales counter, and the workers started to do their work. 

Chen Ge saw everything with his eyes. The man stepped on his Haunted House to bring himself up, and he could not take that lying down. 

"Wait!" Chen Ge raised his hand and walked onto the stage. "You said earlier that your Haunted House is scary but other Haunted Houses depend on online water army to brush up on their popularity. That, I don't agree with." 

The man frowned. If not for the crowd, he would have called for security to haul Chen Ge out. 

"I am the boss of Western Jiujiang's House of Horrors, the owner of the Haunted House that you're happily slandering online. The day before yesterday I just hosted a livestream that has more than 600,000 viewers." 

When Chen Ge walked to the stage, there was a familiar voice from the crowd that called out. "Boss‽" 

Chen Ge followed the voice and saw He San and Gao Ru Xue standing in the crowd. 

"Why are you here?" Chen Ge was baffled. He San was openly supporting his enemy. "If you want to experience a Haunted House, why didn't you come to me?" 

He San did not know how to explain himself. He could not openly admit before the proprietor of Tian Teng Medical School that Boss Chen's Haunted House was too scary. His class was still having nightmares from their previous experience and thus decided to come to another Haunted House to seek some relaxation. 

The man took this in as well. He had already recognized Chen Ge. "Looks like your Haunted House is not that popular; even your own friend won't support you. Fine, if you insist on learning some tricks from us, we're willing to provide you with this opportunity. Don't say that we're not generous people." 

The man was clever. Since they dared slander Chen Ge's Haunted House online, they obviously knew of Chen Ge. By letting Chen Ge into the Haunted House, his intention was clear. If Chen Ge was scared inside Teng Tian Medical School, he could use this as a point of promotion and forcefully yank the customers from Western Jiujiang's House of Horrors. Chen Ge had the same idea as he did; they both wanted to persuade the other's visitors to come to their own. 

Due to the recent livestream, Chen Ge's Haunted House had become a hot item online, but he knew that the popularity would not last for long. At most, it would last for a week. Even though Tian Teng Medical School was not as popular as Chen Ge's Haunted House within Jiujiang, they had a large national popularity and a number of loyal fans like Su Su. 

"Come, help him put on the audio recorder and heart monitor." The two models walked toward Chen Ge. "Now, we'll pick the remaining three lucky visitors." 

"I don't think that's necessary." Chen Ge shrugged. "Challenging a Haunted House alone is more fun. If you can manage to scare me, I will admit that my Haunted House is not as scary as yours on my website and promote your Haunted House for a whole month." 

The man was intrigued by what Chen Ge said, but he was cautious as well. He was sure Chen Ge was up to something. "How are we going to gauge that we've managed to scare you?" 

"You've installed the heartrate monitor, right? The normal heartrate when a person is walking is between 60 to 100. When they're scared, the oxygen in their blood will drastically decrease, and the heart will pump faster." Chen Ge looked at the man and calmly said, "If my heartrate ever rises over 100, I'll lose." 

"You have a deal." The man did not give Chen Ge any chance to change his mind. Even a small jog would bring a man's heartrate over 100, much less being scared. From how he saw it, Chen Ge was bound to lose. 

"Don't be so hasty. If I lose, I will admit your Haunted House is scarier than mine online, but what if you lose?" 

"Don't worry, if we lose, we'll also admit that our Haunted House is not as scary as yours online." The man pointed at the crowd. "Everyone here can be your witness." 

"Actually, I still have one small request." Chen Ge smiled innocently. "I think that you still have some misunderstandings about my Haunted House. I hope that your team will be willing to come visit my Haunted House. I've added a new scenario, and it hasn't been opened to the public yet." 

"Okay, no problem," the man promised easily and earned affection from the crowd. Only He San and Gao Ru Xue had a curious expression on their faces. Looking at the man, they saw themselves in the past overlapping with him. 
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AT THE FOCAL POINT| VOLUME 92, ISSUE 5, P1133-1135, NOVEMBER 01, 2020

Sigmoid colon tumor with G-nas mutation presenting unique morphology

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A 64-year-old man presented to our center for follow-up colonoscopy. The colonoscopy revealed a 20-mm laterally spreading tumor in the sigmoid colon, which had elevated portions and a slightly depressed portion ( A). The magnifying endoscopic findings showed that the oral-side elevated portion had type II-like and type IV-like pit patterns, and the anal-side elevated portion had type II- and type V-like pit patterns. However, we could not assess the slightly depressed portion according to Kudo's pit pattern classification because both chromoendoscopy with indigo carmine and magnifying endoscopy with crystal violet showed microvillous structures ( B, C). On the basis of the endoscopic findings, we diagnosed this tumor as early colonic cancer and performed endoscopic submucosal dissection for removal of the tumor. Histopathologic analysis showed a low to focally high-grade adenomatous lesion with dilated cystic glands including mucin inside; stained with hematoxylin and eosin ( D). The elevated portions consisted of dilatated glands resulting from mucin production, and the surface glands were serrated. The slightly depressed portion had a thin, spirelike villous pattern, which mimicked an intestinal-type intraductal papillary mucinous neoplasm (IPMN) of the pancreas ( E). Of note, molecular biologic analysis revealed activating G-nas and K-ras mutations, whereas BRAF mutation, CpG island methylator phenotype, MLH1 methylation were not detected.

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After my failures in astral travel, I decided to go back to the basics. I needed to go back to the basics. I needed to learn how to meditate. Something which I have never done before in my life. I've always looked down on meditation. I saw it as something only monks do in the mounts and strange people who worship crystals and do yoga. Now here I was turning to meditation. I had to swallow my pride and just do it.

I found it extremely difficult at the start. Everything was itchy. The sounds were overwhelmingly bothersome and my thoughts just. Would. Not. SHUT. UP! This just wasn't working for me. It was the first time that I couldn't teach myself just simply my reading and trying. I turned to an app called headspace for help. The app allowed you to stream guided meditation soundtracks. The only issue was that the app seemed very buggy and the download speed wasn't very fast. It didn't help that it also didn't tell you the download progress.

After getting frustrated with the app I went hunting on the internet and managed to get my hands on guided meditation soundtracks that were made by the guy from headspace back when he was just starting out in the cyber world of guided meditation. This was better. The audio quality was good and I could save it on my phone and listen to it whenever I wanted. Now that I had a teacher I started doing 5 min sessions in the morning before I start my day and in the evening before I went to bed. The guided meditation was easy to follow and was exactly what I needed.

But just focusing on meditation wasn't quite enough for me. I need to also practice what I had read. I started with "The Psychonaut Field Manual", more specifically the part on gnosis. It had an exercise where it taught the reader to enter gnosis. The long and short of it was that you needed to stare into a candle for a given period of time. (I don't want to spoil too much of the book). So overachieving me decided to go big on my first go. I, as usual, waited until my family was asleep to start my exercise. I used my desk chair to put the candle on. I sat on the ground, arm length away and started. I forced myself to stare into that sucker for about forty minutes. To make it even worst I also held my blinking back. Let's just say it was like going on a psychedelic trip. I started seeing wavy lines that looked like sin graphs and the colors of the candle moved between blue and yellow. At least that night I had a good sleep.

I redid the exercise a few times, but I went softer on myself each time. Eventually, I decided that having a random candle burning in my room in the middle of the night was just too great of a risk, so I decided to scrap the idea and move on to the next exercise. At least now I had a basis that I could start building on. I had the ability to meditate, but not very well just yet and I had good concentration. But what to try next?

"Hahahahaha. Flamers, Lu Man's asking, how many followers do you all have?"
"Some just couldn't do it themselves and yet still look down upon others."
"Lu Man's right. We should never care about what the anti-fans say. Whoever takes them seriously loses. We're depreciating ourselves by caring about them!"
"Hahahaha, Lu Man has never cared about you active anti-fans who keep showing up everywhere. Are you all having fun? Having fun all by yourselves!"
Lu Man finished posting and didn't continue reading after that, for she truly did not care for it.
What's the point of caring about them? There's totally no need for it.
Han Zhuoli just ended his call and said to her, "I've checked, it's Lu Qi."
Lu Man did not hesitate and contacted Da Xiong instantly. After knowing it's Lu Qi for sure, the two of them, who were familiar and had good chemistry, decided what to do.
Da Xiong still had the recording so Lu Man didn't have to send it to him.
"Just perfect. If we seize the chance to upload now, we can divert some of the netizens' attention," Da Xiong said.
Lu Man thought so too. She didn't feel any burden using Lu Qi to divert attention.
"I'll find a few accounts to post and raise popularity," Lu Man said.
Soon, Lu Man had contacted several accounts.
She didn't contact Eight Skin Entertainment this time as Eight Skin Entertainment was too iconic.
As long as Eight Skin Entertainment published anything, the netizens' first reaction would be to think that Lu Man was related to it.
Eight Skin Entertainment had worked with Lu Man for far too many times, and as Lu Qi was involved this time, it would only serve to reinforce the netizens' initial reaction.
Hence, Lu Man felt the need to do it more discreetly.
But she did inform Eight Skin Entertainment beforehand.
The two of them did have a good relationship—more than a mere working relationship, they were more like friends.
Lu Man did not want Eight Skin Entertainment to misunderstand and feel uncomfortable.
Eight Skin Entertainment never thought that Lu Man would be so considerate that she'd even explain the situation to him.
Naturally, he didn't feel uncomfortable and was extremely understanding.
"Okay, then, after Da Xiong has released it and after the other accounts have reposted once, I'll then repost it too. Otherwise, it'll be really suspicious and unusual if I didn't repost news about the entertainment industry," Eight Skin Entertainment said.
Lu Man thought so too.
Not long after, Da Xiong posted the clip online and informed Lu Man, "It's up, but I reckon it'll be deleted soon since the recording is, well, *that*. It won't be allowed to spread for sure."
"Right. But this little time is more than enough, there'll be people who'll download it," Lu Man predicted.
As long as there were downloads, there would be a private circulation. It's enough for Lu Qi to die once.
Because Lu Man had already arranged for massive repostings and a surge in topic discussion, the subject reached the top of the most-searched entries within a short minute.
The netizens who hadn't seen it clicked it curiously.
And saw Da Xiong's post: "Unnamed female star had a battle in boyfriend's office blatantly. Her voice is so loud, it can be heard in space. All are welcome to guess her identity based on her voice."
An audio clip accompanied the post.
"My goodness! Explosive!" 
"Download quickly!"
The netizens downloaded it hurriedly.
Indeed, within another minute, Da Xiong's post was deleted.
"Deleted! It's deleted!"
"That's expected. Such obscenity will be removed for sure. Luckily, I've downloaded it just now."


"Take me in, I'll do anything you want me to!" 

In her previous life, Lu Man is sent to prison after being framed by her step-sister and an asshole. After being released from prison, the only thing that greets her is her mother's tombstone. Seeing the asshole and bitch getting happily along together like one big family with her birth father and step-mother, she sets out to die together with the asshole and her step-sister in fiery flames. 

The moment she opens her eyes again, she finds herself back on the very day she was framed. Resolutely jumping out the window and climbing next door, she seeks refuge from the man occupying the room there. But who would have guessed that the man is the brilliant hunk she has always admired from afar in her past life?

She vows to rub her eyes clean and be more discerning of people. She wants to make everyone who owed her in the past to pay her back! 

"Young Master Han, can you let me hug your other arm too?" 
"Actually, I have one more, do you want it?"
"…" 

After properly telling my mother that I was going for a jog and may visit the mall, I went and to the bank to deposit my 200k on my cobwebbed filled account.

Double checking myself in the mirror, I really do seem to be going younger.

Well whatever. Its fifteen minutes after seven so dashed to the cemetery. I brought my old backpack with me this time.

---

After making sure nobody is around and out of range from the CCTV cameras, I stored the backpack in my inventory. I made stretches just like how Goku does it and began my morning run.

After a two hours it seems that running is not a chore for me anymore. I decided to extreme and ran from the cemetery to Baclaran. I used the Coastal Road highway to get there.

I ran and was chased by a couple of rabid dogs during the journey, don't own a dog and not take care of them assholes!

The dash for fifteen minutes made me produce sweat for the first time. I pulled out a clean towel out of the inventory, after making sure no one is around. Paranoia is a great help when you have super powers.

Its a good thing I don't have a noisy system that berates or forces me to do quests and stuff. Just a quiet life with an ability...just for me.

---

I went inside the church to get some rest.

Baclaran is famous for Baclaran Church where devotees of mother mary pray for almost anything. There's a tradition, if I remember correctly, that you need to complete Wednesday masses in order for you "wish/prayer" to be fulfilled.

I dunno if its once a month or after 2 weeks but testimonials are sometimes read before or after the mass. These letters are sometimes thanks because their wishes are fulfilled---whether they overcame diseases or got employed at an exclusive company, some relationships blossomed or a couple had a child.

Its always a nice feeling to hear some positives, so I stayed a bit and listened. You can light a candle so you prayer will---I dunno get an edge? Or something...the candles are not free and you need to make a donation.

Its a faith situation...if you're not a scumbag or have a sense of decency...I guess you can pay. Or yeah...if your poor I guess you can opt out of paying. But some have pride and at least one Piso...they will try to donate.

I'm wearing my backpack by the way and a couple of children are asking for alms. With a sleight of hand, I pretended to get something out of my bag. I ordered bucket meals from Jollibee and McDo and cloned the hell out of them. I gave each children a bucket meal.

Their questioning gazes as I pull buckets out of buckets from a small backpack, was quite hilarious.

"Its magic! This kuya knows a few magic tricks so don't worry all your pretty heads!"

I also gave some to poor elderly who are eyeing me from afar and reasoned that I'm doing a magic show on youtube or something and someone is taking a video somewhere.

I love the internet age!

---

After depositing 200k at a bank in Baclaran, I took a Jeepney towards Divisoria. The land of all things cheap and affordable.

I was planning to upgrade my current gaming potato setup, I could've just visited a mall in our town of Las Pinas City...but I did jog to Baclaran and I haven't visited Divisoria in a while, with money of course!

So yeah.

After changing coins again to paper money, I again have 200k in my inventory. I kept a close eye on my environment, I'm a paranoid guy and I distrust anyone even an elderly or a child.

This day and age anyone is desperate to try something.

Especially in Divisoria, no one visits the place without money with them.  I strapped my backpack in front of me so no robber can slash it and steal from it...even though its empty. I stored all my important documents and stuff in my inventory.

So my bag is actually empty right now...but again I'm paranoid.

---

Too bad haggling is not the norm anymore but back in the past, you can haggle prices on stuff here...but since its microchips and computers...prices are fixed.


I bought everything that needs to be upgraded: motherboards, processor, video card, audio card, wireless adapter, mechanical keyboard and mouse, both wireless and wired PC (personal computer) speakers, a new controller, a very powerful PSU (power supply unit), a 4k monitor, a T.V. and cable card, 64GB RAM card, 5 TB HDD and SSD and an air conditioner (split type) that is to be delivered later in the day.

Its already 3pm and mother texted me again on where the hell am I. I texted back that I did some shopping and lied that I was successful in selling something.

"Yeah I sold some stuff and I bought an aircon for my room. Kindly please sign it for me ma."

"Aircon" How the hell did you get money!? Did you rob a bank?"

"Yes. With tons of gold at my disposal, I will rule the world!!! Nyahahaha!!! But seriously ma, the aircon delivery will come by...please take care of it!"

"Yeah, yeah. I will deal with "the aircon delivery" *snicker"

*Toot toot

I don't need your snappy snicker ma!

Jeez.

I stored everything back in my inventory including the bag and took a ride back to Baclaran.

From there I ran again towards home.

---

I pretended to bought a bucket meal and as usual mother and father are eyeing me like a criminal. The aircon was delivered and installed not for free as I paid for it and mother as usual was eyeing me evilly as I turned it on. My room had never had an aircon so yeah, the cooling effect was a big difference.


My room only has one window and it doesn't circulate the air well. Having this monster was a blessing. I locked the door quickly and started on my upgrade work.

It just took me a couple of minutes to assemble and was now waiting for the cloning process of my old HDD (hard disk drive) to the new 5TB (terrabyte) one.

They did say idle hands is the devil's playground, I was wondering then does my infinite power only for making copies of items? I mean the word infinity if you take it literally, actually can be interpreted in many ways.

Like time.

I wish I have that remote thingy from that movie, not an exact copy but instead an actual ability or super power. I browsed the computer that was handling the cloning of my drive, and took a look at some of the functions and program.

The power of time. If I had that then I wouldn't need to clone coins and changing them into paper currency. I would bet on a lotto number...solo winner. In one fell swoop I would have instant money in my account.

How do I this...do I need to read up about time and "chrono elements" and shit?

*Sigh

I guess reading about it would just be wasting a bit of time but if I'm successful...I can retrieve the wasted time in the future.

Meh...might as well do it.

---

I spent hours reading books and PDF (portable document format) about time, including science fiction novels and stories. I even told mother to not disturb me because I'm doing something related to a business venture. That quieted her down a notch and I evaded a possible sermon scenario.

I really don't understand it.

*Sigh

I wish there was a program you know like in computers, that can collect all the knowledge I gathered and just...poof give it to me like a download or...

<Analyzing compiled data...>

<Decrypting...>

<Running scenarios...>

<Complete.>

<Download: Y/N?>

Um. Yes?

"AHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

Holy fucking shit! So this is what Edward Nygma felt when he downloaded brainwaves from those that bought his blender apparatus in that Batman movie.

Ugh.

After five agonizing minutes, I feel refreshed and enlightened. I hopped to the shower as I was drenched in sweat like literally buckets. I even borrowed our mop and mopped my floor.

---

I know about time now but its still not enough.

I tried using infinity power but the knowledge of mortals about something that is intangible and transcends dimensions is just not enough. I did get a new ability: computer.

Aside from Infinity, Video Game the word Computer is now under my profile. I can now literally download books into myself. Not just books but PDF files as well, straight off the monitor screen.

My easy money dream crashed and burn.

*Sigh

I guess the usual proven way of manually depositing money is the best way...for now.

I logged into my computer and created a gym membership account. Its a semi-prestigious gym and the minimum is 1k a month...basically a total of 14k upfront with a trainer.

I settled everything and I can start tomorrow.

I'm doing this. Never been to a gym before but I really need to exceed my body limit and having a trainer to teach me and push me maybe the thing I need.

---

The gym is in Alabang, I took a jeepney and got there before eight. The place is high tech according to the brochures, I had my backpack equipped and headed to my locker.

After changing to my new decent gym apparel that I bought, I asked for my trainer.

Its a girl.

A very young looking girl

*Sigh

I forgot to specify that I needed a male trainer...I guess no backsies. Let's just get this over with...


"Hello Mr. Drenal! My name is Lucy and I'm your trainer for 12 sessions during the course of you gym usage."

"Yes...uh hello."

"No need to be shy sir, we with that I mean "I" will make sure you will get your money's worth of our gym experience. Right this way please..."

Lucy suggested all kinds of routine and I managed to fulfill them all, according to her instructions. I memorized everything she taught, just in case she isn't here or something---wouldn't wanna be looking like a total noob.

I opted for an extreme workout, Lucy was reluctant at first but I said that she can decide if I can't take it anymore or if I'm struggling too much---then she can stop me then.

After a full three hour workout, I decided to stop and follow Lucy's instruction...

"Good workout sir! Hmm..."

She abruptly stopped midway in her sentence and suddenly started touching my body and arms.

"The workout seems to already showing signs of paying off...weird. Uhh...sorry if I offended you in anyway by invading your private space sir it...was just a momentary impulse...and...and..."

"Its okay! I guess it just means just how good you are if I'm already showing signs of improvement, am i right?"

"Uhh...yes! Yes!! Well will I be expecting you again sir?"

"I'll visit the day after tomorrow...I do need to pace myself right?"

"Yes! So let me show you the showers. Right this way please!"

I'm scared of public showers but I guess I can't help it.

---

Its eleven thirty.

Almost lunch. Although I have tons of food and snacks in my inventory...oh wait!

There's a park somewhere where BPO (business process outsourcing) employees use to hangout. I guess I can eat this shawarma there and I do have a small orange drink in my inventory too.

After eating five shawarmas and ten orange sodas later, I enjoyed the view until noon. It was getting hot and I decided to jog home. After finding a public toilet, I changed into my jog wear and started the journey home.


I think I will get there by four or five...maybe just before evening.

---

For six months, I have a routine: going to the gym three times a week, playing video games when not going to the gym, visiting Baclaran church and selling gold to different cities around Luzon.

You heard me.

I sell gold now and I'm keeping trillions of pure gold, its literally 9,999,999,999,999 in my gold currency bar on my inventory right now.

So this is what a millionaire feels like.

I upgraded our internet, using the online pay system and we are using T1 (tier) internet now...pricey but there's no helping it. I cannot feel the lag anymore. After years of training to handle lag, I and my computer have reached the pinnacle.

Also during these past six months, I contracted a few people and decided to build a house on the empty lot my parent owned. I talked to them about it and they agreed to let me build it---since they said that it was actually mine in the end. So we can move there temporarily as I was planning on upgrading our current old house...since its already thirty years.

Hopefully before the end of the year the house will be finished.

During these same six months, I discovered more uses for infinity. 

I can control temperature now. Unfortunately I cannot reduce the temperature past 1 degree. But increasing it? Limitless. I now make custom gold coins for myself. I sometimes do anime characters or some superhero logo.

Unfortunately by doing this the "gold coin" is considered an item, meaning it occupies a space on my game inventory.

I also unleashed my inner vigilante and criminal tendency by creating a computer worm using my "download" skill on computer program books and any PDF file---both legal and illegal, about hacking and software. 

The "money worm" as I call it, scans the digital highway for illegal accounts of any person on the planet. It then steals 1-2% of those illegal accounts and distributes it on ten of my Cayman offshore account, zigzagging across trillions of online accounts before doing so. 

God I love the internet...the dark web is the way to go.

So yeah I'm a billionaire now. I have digital money AND actual legal money. I spent my criminal money to give my parents an all expense paid tour of the whole Philippines. I told them once they completed it they we'll talk about the abroad tour.

My original account handled by mother still receives money but not like my separate account that earns millions. I can see that she still checks it from time to time so---yeah. Its a precaution against herself for knowing too much.

I'm currently alone and cannot leave the house because of my gym membership and overseeing the house construction on the other side of the street.

Also by watching the house construction...I discovered that I have unlocked a skill...building structures and customizing it according to my taste...

...the kind of things a middle aged guy thinks of using his powers on...use it for good? for justice? hell no!

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