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Life in the Black Nation

They say Black is not just a color but an indomitable attitude - a resilience forged through struggles and unwavering determination, a truth that resonates deeply within the Black Nation. Embark on a captivating journey through the life of Jonathan Cole, an orphan boy destined by fate to be insignificant. He grew up on the unforgiving streets, evolving from a beggar to a thief, and then a thug entangled in the perilous web of politics. His life was a rollercoaster, marked by reckless gambling that often led to losses. However, everything changed when a glimmer of luck shone upon him, resulting in a 20-million bet slip victory. But what is wealth without the chance to enjoy it? Jonathan's promising turn of fortune took a tragic twist when he was beaten to death and dumped in an abandoned house. but due to a miraculous fate, a presence intervened – The Mechatron System. With a second chance at life, Jonathan Cole bid farewell to his stagnant existence, filled with thorns, and embraced a new journey filled with life's adventures. Join Jcole in his relentless pursuit of stardom, wealth, military life and the revelation of a bizarre truth about the Black Nation. This is a story of rebirth, resilience, and the remarkable journey of a man who defied his destiny."

Dozkcy · 奇幻
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45 Chs

Dirty Bank Notes

What he had discovered was a vast trove of banknotes, an almost surreal sight. "Bank notes! So many bank notes!" he exclaimed in disbelief. It felt too good to be true, a treasure of such magnitude that it challenged his understanding. But then, a hint of doubt crept into his thoughts.

"Maybe it's all stolen money," he pondered, his mind racing through possibilities. "Could it be from a corrupt politician? Or a certified criminal?" The unanswered questions swirled in his mind, but J Cole knew that there was no one to provide explanations. He was left alone to grapple with the enigma of the treasure's origin.

But in the end, he found himself contemplating, "Does it really matter?" The reality was that he had uncovered a treasure of immense value, and the source, however mysterious, was a secondary concern.

"ACTIVATE Virtual Banking..." J Cole's words triggered a transformation. The banknotes vanished, replaced by a sleek black card adorned with a golden truck-shaped emblem. With the change, he knew that he had solved a significant issue. Depositing such a substantial sum of money into a bank account without a valid alibi would have undoubtedly led to his immediate arrest. The black card would offer him a discrete and secure means to manage his newfound wealth.

As he visualized his account balance—500 million naira—J Cole felt a surge of excitement coursing through him. He started his car with newfound vigor and zoomed off to the mall, specifically ShopRite. As he parked and stepped out of his vehicle, he swaggered into the mall, leaving behind his years as a delinquent, a thug, and a street escapade. He was resolute about starting fresh, embracing a chance to dazzle himself, his nation, and the world.

With the world of possibilities at his feet, he was determined to make the most of it. If that meant uncovering more hidden banknotes, he was prepared to go to any lengths. J Cole was on a path to transform his life, to shed his past, and to grasp the opportunities that lay before him.

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J Cole was keen on avoiding undue attention, particularly in a small state like Coal City, where everyone seemed to know someone. His transformation began with a visit to the barber's, where he got a stylish haircut, a symbol of his fresh start. But he wasn't done there.

The mall was the next destination of his makeover journey. There, he indulged in the latest luxuries: the newest iPhone, a sleek Mac laptop, trendy clothes, the latest PlayStation, a collection of fashionable shoes, and a pair of coveted Jordans. Carrying his newfound treasures with a swagger, he strolled through the mall, deliberately causing a minor commotion (it couldn't be helped, the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak). The staff followed behind him, pushing a trolley laden with the rest of his purchases.

People in the mall reacted with a mix of emotions. The guys couldn't help but feel envious, while the girls gazed at him with stars in their eyes. Whispers and comments filled the air. "He's so handsome, he must be really rich," one youthful girl exclaimed. "He must be 24 or 25. Ah, I'm in love... What! He looked at me! He just looked at me now, ah! My heart is beating so fast."

While all this attention was directed at him, J Cole efficiently loaded his newly acquired items into the trunk of his car. He didn't forget to thank the staff, handing each of them a generous tip, and they responded with gratitude. "Thank you so much, Sir. Please come again," they chimed. "Will do," J Cole replied with a newfound air of authority, a tinge of amusement in his expression.

Inside his car, he couldn't help but marvel at the term "Sir." He mused, "Ah! What else can cause a 19-year-old boy to be addressed as 'Sir' if not for money?" The experience had offered him a new perspective on life. Luxury had its undeniable merits, and J Cole was starting to appreciate the allure of wealth.

By the time he decided to head back to the mansion, it was already 6 p.m. To him, the day had been nothing short of splendid. He had embarked on a fruitful adventure, elicited envy, caused a minor spectacle, and spent a substantial 5 million naira. J Cole was on a path to reinvent himself, and the world of opulence was proving to be quite the enthralling ride.

He started his car and with a smile on his face he drove back to the mansion… his new reality. He didn't bother hiding the car or parking a distance away, he knew he was being tailed by a black car all along but he was too lazy to care.

His new boss was a scary one! She had all the power and connection to end him anytime, even if he had the money to clear his debt, the real question is would she accept it? She clearly wants to be entertained or curious about Jcole, it might all go south the moment she loses interest.

With a sigh, J Cole parked at the garage and got off his ride.

J Cole didn't want to expose his pocket space so it took him 10 minutes off-loading his purchased items.

After freshening up, J. Cole sprawled on the bed with a deep frown etching his face. The investment of 3 million seed coins on the Grave Hunter had left him with 2 million remaining, and the weight of his financial decisions gnawed at the corners of his mind. It was evident that he needed to acquire more seed coins for whatever lay ahead, and the impending headache loomed as a reminder of the challenges he faced.

Lost in thought and contemplating his next moves, a gentle knock on his door abruptly snapped him out of his daze. The door swung open, revealing a breathtaking sight—a brown-skinned goddess draped in a sheer nightgown that left little to the imagination. J. Cole was utterly taken aback, and his words momentarily eluded him. His emotions swirled in a whirlwind of surprise and attraction, leaving him speechless before the captivating vision that had graced his presence.

Wouldn't the world become a better place when all looted funds are mysteriously displaced from the looters... Like a modern-age Robben Hood, but with a huge difference.

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