I Activated The Three Master Systems

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It was another hectic day for Adams Smith, popularly known as Crazy Psycho, as he alighted from the cab that had brought him home from work. He took out his wallet to pay the cab driver and discovered there were only ten dollars left in there.

He remembers that the cab driver had earlier stated that his fee was eight dollars. Adams sighs... Reluctantly, he took out the money and handed it to the cab driver. The minutes he waited for the cab driver to give him his change felt like hours to him.

Adams felt impatient, as that was the last money he had left-two dollars. It couldn't even afford him Western bread and soy milk for breakfast, but he still wanted to keep it.

Tired after receiving the two dollars remaining fee, Adams strides down the street. The skyscraper building with forty-five floors in front of him is the complex where he lives.

Adams got into the elevator and pressed the thirtieth floor. He could feel the mocking gaze burning behind him. It felt like their eyes could bore a hole into his sandy Ridgid skin. Everyone knew him to be a loser and a nobody.

He had made no progress in life, and that made him lose almost everyone around him except for his lovely Samantha, his fiancee, to whom he had been engaged for five years. Samantha has been the only one who has stood by him, assisting him through the harsh face of life.

The thought of the blonde-haired lady with eight curvy figures, alluring natural leaf green eyes with bright skin brought a dazzling smile to his face.

The elevator door drew open at the thirtieth floor, and he sauntered out, their shameful gazes still lurking around his disappearing silhouette.

"Ooh, if not our crazy psycho, who else will walk on the marble floor with mud-filled boots?"

He hears a lady say: He stares at her with his side eye and stylishly looks down at his boot. Indeed, they were covered in mud, and he didn't realize it.

Adams clasped his palm and paid deaf ears to her words. He is just a few flats away from his home, where he and his darling fiancee lived, and he didn't want to create any unpleasant scenes.

Besides, he knew that lady, Sandra Grey, had recently gotten dumped by her boyfriend. She is probably looking for ways to vent her frustration, and he is not ready to be the one to entertain her nuisance. He just wants to go home and hug his petite sunshine, Samantha Salvador.

Adams got to the door of his apartment. It was a single room, bathroom, kitchen, and living room that his salary could afford; luckily, his fiancee never cared about wealth. He beamed, pulling out the keys from his pants pocket and inserting them into the keyhole but realizing the door was open.

'Did Sunshine forget to lock the door after coming home?' Adams thought. He shrugged and pushed the door open. The first thing that caught his dark orbs was the blue tuxedo suit jacket that was humbly placed on the cushion in the sitting room. His brows creased as he noticed a pair of sophisticated black brogues by the doorway. He thought the shoes looked familiar.

Adams stepped inside his apartment; the clean home he had left was all messy, and from his position, he could hear sounds coming from the bedroom.

He froze, his pupils contracted, and his breathing became heavy.

"Oh Evans, please." He hears the voice again. The same words came from none but his beloved.

His heart shattered into pieces. His mind pleading what he heard was all hallucination and that what he was feeling was unreal.

Adams matched his steps towards the bedroom, each step sucking away his sanity. He could hear the bed creaking as he got closer. The loud moans of his beloved and the pleasant grunt of a voice were thoughts he had heard before.

His eyes were bloodshot as energy drained from his poor soul, almost making him go on his knees as he pushed the slightly opened door.

His fiancee was lying clothesless with her legs spread apart, and a man was in between them, all sweaty. And he is none other than his superior at his workplace.

Evans George, the CEO of the company where he works as a cleric staff member, is in his home, lying between the legs of his fiancee.

Blood rushed through his brain at such a brazen betrayal. Samantha didn't look remorseful about her actions. Her irritated expression made it extremely clear that it wasn't the first time she'd done what she was doing.

Sam had been cheating, and she often claimed no sex until marriage. "Why?" Adams asked, his voice almost sounding like a whisper.

"Why?" Adams hears Samantha ask, looking at him with ridicule.

"What a strange question, Adams; you of all people should know why," She added.

"But you love me; why would you choose to cheat on me, Samantha? It would have been better if you had ended things before doing this." Adams muttered.

He still hasn't overcome the fact that the lady whom he yearns to hug and prepare dinner for was lying on his bed with another man. And she is staring at him with contempt and disgust. As if he is the world's dirtiest item that should be discarded. The same look everyone threw at him

Samantha crossed her arms around Evans' neck. She planted a soft kiss on his cheekbone, and they both chuckled, making him look like a clown.

"Because Evans wanted that. He wanted you to find out for yourself. To think that you've been so dense for the past three years, I don't know what to say," Samantha replied mockingly.

Adams instantly broke down on his knees. His perfect love was all fake, all a joke, and all a game. Why? What made life so cruel to him? Adams's lament and the words his fiancee would say next were bound to turn his life upside down.

"I fell out of love with you, Adams. I couldn't love a man who acts like a mentally unstable person, going out dressed in rags and old, worn-out clothes."

"I can't love a crazy psycho guy who believes in miracle systems and false hope for wealth. Wake up to reality, Adams; there's no place for losers like you in this beautiful world."

He shivered in the cold wind as he strolled down the alley, dressed in old, faded jeans and a white T-shirt that had small holes in it. In addition, he wore a blue beanie and an old boot that was now covered in dirt and dust.

Samantha's words kept echoing in his head as he placed his hands in his jeans pocket. He couldn't bear to see his ex-fiancee making out with his boss in his house and on his bed; thus, he left the apartment for them and decided to take a walk around the street and wallow in shame, anger, disappointment, betrayal, and frustration.

'Indeed, you are a loser, Adams. You can't even keep a woman. You didn't even realize she was cheating on you and kept giving your hard-earned money to her to get fancy things while you dressed in old clothes and boots. You foolishly believed in perfect love', Adams thought.

Crazy, self-deprecating laughter erupted from him. He leaned against the pole that was just next to him, slid down, and broke down in tears. How pathetic for a man to cry, but he couldn't help it. It felt like a knife had been burrowed into his small heart.

"Sir, would you like to deposit your cash into your account?" He hears a small voice say: The voice sounded melodic and charming, bringing him out of his miserable trance. Adams raised his head. He couldn't care much about his bloodshot eyes as he stared at the red-haired lady.

He pulled out his wallet and showed her the only cash left in there.

"There are only two dollars left on me. Do you think I should deposit this into my bank account?" He asks, and she nods.

"Of course, but it's still your choice," She replied.

Adams chuckles sadistically. He accepted the small-size paper the lady had outstretched to him and then the pen. He fills it up and hands it to her along with the dollars.

The young lady smiled and began operating her automated device. A few minutes later, Adams's phone buzzed. He scrolled through it and saw there were two dollars added to his zero-dollar account.

He looks up at the lady and asks, "Why didn't you take out the charges from the money? I don't have any extra cash left."

The red-haired lady cracked up, "Actually, I need two dollars in cash to add to my capital to afford a taxi fare. I was hoping to find someone who would want to deposit cash. It's not for business," she replied.

For the first time in a long time, he felt he wasn't treated like a loser. Adams let out a smile. He stands up to leave, and her next words halt him.

"Matters arise but try not to lose hope in yourself. A successful man is a man who never gives up."

Adams didn't look behind him as he continued walking down the Alley. He would have believed the lady if he hadn't experienced what he had earlier witnessed. He felt he needed something strong to gulp down. He wanted to drink himself into a stupor and forget his sorrow.

He continued walking until he got to a buzzing bar. It was almost seven o'clock in the evening, and he had no plans of returning to his nightmare of an apartment.

Adams casually strode inside the bar. The faintly lit bar was blooming with loud music. The stench smell of alcohol, which he has always hated, assaulted his nostrils as he took a seat.

The bartender immediately walked up to him and offered him a glass with different alcohols mixed. Adams shook his head at the bartender.

"I need something extra, extra strong," he demanded. The bartender nods and says,

"This is a strong combination, sir. It's so strong that only a shot can get you intoxicated."

Those words made Adams grin in satisfaction. "Give me four shorts then, I need to waste my life," he said. The bartender didn't refuse; after all, he'd get his commission according to the sales he made.

In an instant, four shots of high-intoxicants were placed on Adams' table. Adams, without any hesitation, took up a glass. He twirls it and gulps it down in one go. His facial expression twisted at the awful taste, and he shook his head, trying to clear off the effects of the drink.

Despite having a burning throat, he picked up the second glass and downed it. His vision became hazy as he mumbled incoherent words. As if that wasn't enough to stop him, he gulped down the remaining glasses and the unbelievably strong effect of the drink almost made him lose his balance.

As soon as the bartender realized Adams' empty glasses He smiled gleefully, walked up to him, and said, "Sir, each glass of drink is three dollars. Your bill is a total of twelve dollars. Would you like to add more to the list?"

Despite having been drunk, Adams could still understand what the guy meant. His bill was a Total of twelve dollars, but he only had two dollars on his card. 'What a ruined day', he thought, thinking of how to escape the situation he had put himself in.

"More shots, please,'' he demands. The bartender felt ecstatic and immediately went to the counter to get the drinks. Seeing that he was gone. Adams stands up from the chair. He looks around and makes sure no one is watching him.

'No one here will recognize me; I'll just run, and they won't see me again,' he thought as he made his way out, but it was so wrong of him to think that way. The very next moment, he could hear heavy footsteps behind him.

Adams picked up his pace, and so Did the protection personnel. He began running through the stress after successfully making his way out, but they kept following him. Adams stumbles and tumbles as he runs. His vision was blurry, and his physical balance was unsteady as a result of the drink he had drunk.

Soon enough, four burly men caught up with him in the dark and empty alley. He was surrounded and didn't know what to do.

"Pay us now and we'll let you off, or else, get ready to meet your doom," a burly man with spider tattoos on his face said.

"I don't have money to pay; I'll pay later when I receive my salary," Adams muttered as he tried to keep his consciousness while breathing heavily.

"Oh, you'd pay later. You should have waited until later before coming to drink at the bar. No alcohol for poor men." Another man spoke.

Adams wasn't properly hearing what they were saying, as his head was banging badly and his body was quivering as sweat covered his entire being.

"Losers can't buy drinks. Brother let's deal with him quickly, we need to return, the boss is coming tonight"

The burliest amongst them reminded them. The last thing Adams recalled was a strong fist landing straight on his properly carved handsome face.

Adams woke up to the sound of beeping from the machine. He looked around the room. The white walls and the smell of disinfectant reminded him of the hospital.

Adams tried to get up but noticed an IV drip attached to his hand and that his clothes were gone. He is now dressed in an oversized hospital gown.

Adams frowned as he relaxed his back against the pillow. Just then, a young nurse strode in. She gasped, seeing him already awake, and sauntered to his bed, then rang the small bell by his side. Soon after, a doctor in a white coat appeared at the door.

They performed some examinations on him and asked different questions, which Adams gladly responded to. He tried to remember how he had ended up in the hospital but couldn't recall anything. All he could recollect was Samantha's sweet betrayal.

"How did I get here, doc?" Adams asks.

"A lady had brought you here, young man. She claims to have found you by the roadside," the doctor replied.

It immediately dawned on Adams as memories flooded in. He had gone to the bar and couldn't pay. He tried to run away, but in the end, he was caught and beaten. But again, strangely, Adams didn't feel any pain around his body.

"Ooh, I have to thank the lady then. Did she leave any contact information?" He asks. The doctor, unfortunately, shook his head.

"No, but she did leave a note before disappearing," He says, pointing at the table beside the bed.

There was a water bottle on the table, and under it was a yellow note. Adams nodded quietly as the doctor left to do other things while the nurse stayed behind. She took out two medicine tablets and handed them over to him.

"Here, have this; I'll bring you lunch in a while," she said.

Adams stretched his palms out and accepted the pills. He didn't, for any reason, want to remain in this chill place and be surrounded by white walls.

"When do I get discharged?" He questions.

"You can be discharged once the contents of the IV drip have been emptied. After settling the bills, you can get going," the nurse replied with a smile.

Bills-the word rang in his head. Where is he supposed to get money to pay the bills? He could tell from the nurse's polite gestures that this was a private hospital, and their charges were way higher than the government hospital.

An average worker like Adams, who despite having graduated with a first in business administration and management, couldn't secure a high-paying job because almost no one wanted to employ him,

He, fortunately, got a job as a cleric staffer in Evans George's Corporation and receives only fifty dollars monthly, of which he gives half to his supposed lover. Now that he is left penniless, things have fallen apart.

Somewhere in his heart, Adams couldn't help but blame the lady who had saved him and brought him here.

Why didn't she just let him die in the cold? Why didn't she think twice before bringing him to such an expensive treatment center? Why didn't she just walk away and mind her business? If only she'd done this, he wouldn't have to deal with the issues of paying bills.

"How much is the bill?" Adams asked in a slow tune. The nurse stared at him for a moment before replying,

"I'll go get the detailed outline".

"Alright then," He responded, still thinking of a way out of his dilemma.

As soon as the nurse left the ward, Adams raised the water bottle, took the note, and then read it out loud.

"Next time you want to have a free drink, make sure you don't get too drunk and remember to run faster through the busy street instead of the dark alley. Your phone and wallet are in your pants pocket. "

Adams chuckles wordlessly. Somehow, those words brought an unknowing smile to his face. He looked over at his old clothes, which were folded on the table, and moved over to take out his phone. He realizes it was switched off and immediately turns it on.

Adams scrolled through the internet; news of his ex-fiancee and his boss getting engaged filled the pages. Everyone was posting about it, and the photos of the both of them looked perfect with no flaws, like a match made in heaven.

He stared at the pictures and didn't feel anything at the sight of them. He was neither feeling love, hate, or jealousy.

It was like staring at the photo of some random stranger. Adams kept his phone aside. He looked at the small note one more time and then placed it into his wallet.

Not long after, the nurse arrived with his lunch and the bill. She left after placing the ball of congee made with meat bread and milk.

Adams took a bite of the bread and almost spat it out after reading the details on the bill. He needed to pay a total of twenty-eight dollars.

Of the twenty-eight dollars, fourteen are for the meal he is currently eating. Adams felt like crying at his misfortune. Twenty-eight dollars is already more than half of his next month's salary.

Somehow, he was certain that Evans wouldn't want to fire him from his job. If he could tell Samantha not to break up with him, he must have other plans up his sleeves. What Adams couldn't understand was why Evans was hellbent on hurting him.

Trailing out of his trance, Adams noticed his phone screen lit up. He took a look at it and realized a notification had popped up.

It states, "Pro win, click OK." Knowing there was nothing for him to lose or have doubt about, Adams clicked the OK icon, and his phone instantly went off.

Shocked, he placed the food tray aside and was just about to pick up the phone when it lit up again. A Series of zeros and one danced on it. The numbers began merging, forming circles and triangles.

Adams saw the wall, floor, ceiling, and windows in the ward reflecting the same thing that was happening on his phone. He was amazed and dumbfounded, his eyes were wide open in disbelief.

The circles merged into rings, and the triangles positioned themselves around the circles, forming a strange symbol. Blue light emanated from the screen, the walls, the floor, the ceiling, and the windows.

Another notification popped up. It states, "Click Accept." Intrigued, Adams clicked on the accept icon.

A statement once again popped up. It states, "CONGRATULATIONS!!." Confused Adams was still comprehending the situation when a metallic robotic voice echoed,

"You have five days to cash out the twenty million dollars in your account, Adams. If you don't finish using it, you die!"

The moment the voice faded away, everything went back to normal; the symbols were gone, and so was the bright light. The words that sounded to have been said by a metallic and robotic invention, resounded in his head, and he couldn't help but burst into an uncontrolled laugh.

"Ooh, what a joke, Adams! You have such a weird imagination!" he muttered, still laughing. Adams sure believed in the Gods and miracles system, but such things felt like a fantasy.

He picks up his phone and notices the clock ticking, counting down from one hundred and nineteen hours, fifty-three minutes, and one second. His brows creased. He immediately checked his account balance, and his jaw dropped.

Holy cow, there's Twenty million and two dollars in his account!