A calm smirk appeared on Arthur's lips, and his gaze shifted towards his family photo. "Do what I told you... I am his dad... I knew what was good for him." He signaled with his index finger for Ryan to leave.
The bathroom door crackled with a sharp echo, waking Ryan from last night's incident. His gaze fell on the sound area. Ewan stood like a Greek god, his towel-wrapped body gleaming as he patted his wet hair with his hand, then took a shirt from the maid.
After the maid left, Ewan started combing his messy, wet, silky chestnut brown hair. "Why are you still here?" He asked in a cold tone.
"Just hear me out..." Ryan murmured in a professional tone.
Ewan simply gave a single nonchalant nod. "Go ahead."
Ryan let out a deep breath before starting, "Mr. Huxley, the architect, ordered you to take over his position..." If you don't obey or reject his order. You must follow Huxley's rules and regulations. Perhaps the consequences will likely be severe." He explained the main points, standing straight in a professional vibe, his tone cold and emotionless.
A mischievous smile curled the corner of Ewan's soft lips. He has no guts to lay his small finger on me... I need to get time once I get information about Astrid... My dad is going to serve his karma. He plotted another twisted plan in his mind. Without any tension, he walked towards the entrance of the room. He stopped; his half face turned towards Ryan, lit like a moon in the cloudy sky. "Just say to him, do whatever he wants...." He simply answered, his tone summing up the different bright versions of Ewan's as he moved forward; his movements were confident and bossy.
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Meanwhile, on the peach sofa, Wyatt leaned against the sofa, placing his hand over his forehead. "Was I that cruel before...? I must have been a Playboy in my teenage years.... Is this really memory or programmed..." Wyatt murmured as his tear-filled eyes landed on Calloway, who stood in front with a painful smile. After noticing his presence, Wyatt's gaze immediately fixed on him.
"Tell me ... This is not real?" he asked, his tone showing his undefined pain. "Why does my chest ache and feel longing for something...? Does this humoral feel the pain previously?"
Calloway's gaze remained on Wyatt, his mind imagining Astrid's beautiful eyes and smile. He forced a smile and nodded his head in accepting the reality, "Yes... It's our memory. I know I betrayed myself to escape this same pain, but life never stops there..." he advised in a bitter, experienced tone.
"What happened afterwards? Is she really... dead or alive?" Wyatt's lips were trembling to speak another word, like leaves shivering in the heavy wind as his mind remembered the last painful words of the accident scene of Astrid. "Tell me!"
A thin, accepting smile on Calloway's lips. "It's a piece of memory... Just a one-day message! You need to explore everything; then only will you know how beautiful humans are... Then, you'll realize we are blessed to be human. You had beautiful parents, friends, and a life... But eventually, I'll give you some information about her current situation." He explained his demand, leaving no choice for argument.
"What?" Wyatt breathed, bewildered.
"Yes... I will give you your memory if you do what I have said, like a good boy..." Calloway demanded, his gaze clearly showing his true manipulative intention.
"Wyatt's brows furrowed in disbelief. "But why me? You came from the future ... So you can do anything, right? he questioned.
"Yup! Exactly... I can do anything, but I need a thrilling and adventurous trip to make my memories. So, making my younger version strong for future war. And the main thing...you are the only one trustworthy." Calloway asserted his belief, with no vengeance or betrayal in his expression, his face clear as rainwater.
Wyatt's gaze was roaming here and there in bewilderment to make a sudden decision and understand his future version playing the two games at the same time. I need to know about my past life; it's so hard... Even though I hated him, I want him now... his mind craving for his memories back. "Okay, deal... what's my next dominion?" he asked, a fierce curiosity in his voice visible, and accepting the challenge.
Calloway's eyes widened in clear surprise at Wyatt's acceptance, like a sudden flashlight cutting in the dark forest. "Dominion 5. Before that, you need some changes..." he said as he scanned Wyatt from top to bottom, his eyes judging his posture and clothing style. Immediately, he grabbed a pre-prepared set of complete suits and dress styles of Dominion 5.
After an hour, completely transformed, Wyatt got outside his apartment to the ground floor. His looks were completely different, wearing a professional suit and a new ear device, and combing a perfect new haircut. His walking style became more deliberate. His body language became confident with the sudden aura of a CEO, and he pressed a newly designed remote key.
Within a flash, a stylish, attractive car beeped at the corner of the parking lot. Wyatt's gaze landed on a sleek, modernized car. He removed his sunglasses, and his eyes widened as he stared at the shining black high-performance vehicle. "Wow... It looks incredible!" An excited smirk appeared on his lips as he slid inside the car with the same thrilling excitement.
He took a deep breath and inhaled the luxurious scent, and his finger slightly touched the seats, rich as aged whisky. Then he gently grabbed the steering wheel and brake; he felt the modest vibe. Woosh!!!! It's fucking amazing...." He screamed as he started the car and flew over the road smoothly.
It seems Dominion 5 is considered a peak of modernization compared to mine..." he murmured, a smile never fading from his energetic vibe, and he spun the car with satisfaction at high speed, the vehicle dancing like a jubilant top.
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Three years later in the future timeline, within the abyss of a blue-tinged blackness that hinted at a night sky beyond strained old walls, damp stone, and forgotten things. A weak nightlight revealed Calloway's presence; he stood facing away from an unknown person
"Everything goes as per plan. "He's on the right track, Mr Sins," Calloway reported in a professional tone, with no playfulness or smile on his handsome face. "I submitted the reports of Dominion 9, which my younger version collected."
Sin's gloved hands reached out for the file. Without revealing his face, he glanced at the report briefly. "Good... "Don't get caught yourself," he warned; his tone was deep and more manly and older.
"Yes, Mr Sins... Our next target is to retrieve his full memory and make him enter the high-class Dominion with all his human knowledge." Calloway replied confidently, a hint of steel in his voice.
Sin remained silent for a moment and then nodded. "I need a perfect chance to get revenge on Huxley. Don't ever give a spoiler to your younger version; it's definitely lead us to a problem," he ordered as his gloved hand waved Calloway to dismiss.
After, Calloway walked out through peeling old walls, spiderwebs, dust motes dancing in the air, and unsettling sketches visible on the damp stones. Standing on an abandoned building, he pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and inhaled the smoke, and his mind was already plotting for the next move. His gaze swept over the destroyed landscape and the black fog and burning fire from everywhere. Everything was covered with black dust, burning buildings looked like a shattered war zone, and the distant wail of an ambulance echoed through the desolation.
"I need to be careful, not to let Aldric get caught and not to risk his life," he whispered to himself as he clicked a small time-travelling gadget. Within a glitch, he vanished into the air without a trace, like smoke dissipating in the wind.
On the opposite side, the fog cleared, and the cracked Dominion main gate appeared, with two half-broken ancient-style elephant symbols at the center. On the side of the main board, which displays Dominion 39 with broken words. The group of men stood near the gate, looking young at their mid-20s, wearing black leather jackets and skin-tight gloves, and their posture clearly telling that they were expecting someone.
"Where's the Edward Boss?" blue-dyed men asked, watching the fog beside him. "How long is he going to take?"
Before he finished, "Everyone arrived?" Edward's resonant voice cut through the conversation inside the fog, and he appeared in front of the group, who had a perfect medium stubble beard with brown eyes, a cut scar on the left brow, huge, muscular shoulders, and towering height, making him look like the Hulk. His confident posture made everyone shiver like facing a last-minute death.
"Yes... Edward," Edward's main assistant replied with a single nod. Handling an advanced tablet device, the screen is glittering in aquarium-blue visible light.
"Name: Kenny Sebastian
Gender: female
Age: 29
Person report: Lung failure, drug addict, and living single.
Dominion 24, 5th Area.
Then Edward swipes the other slide, which displayed,
Name: Dennis Richardson.
Gender: Male
Age: 56
Person report: Raped a 10-year-old child 20 years ago, and he escaped from his crime. Living single without guilt.
Dominion: 68, 3rd Area.
Edward handed an advanced tablet device to the assistant's hand. He let out a deep breath before he started, "How many of today's targets?" He asked, his voice deep and serious.