I didn’t spend a whole lot of time with Sadie after finishing my revenge, and after she cleaned up, the girl was swiftly knocked out, mind-altered, and deposited back in her bedroom.
But of course, not before I went ahead and dealt with her family; that way, no one would be the wiser as to what I had done.
Stepping out of Gnarnia and into the upstairs living room, I was greeted by the trio of Emilia, Brenden, and Xilia lounging, with my brother and sister-in-law taking up the couch and Xilia sitting in my recliner, watching TV.
And the moment I stepped out, all three of their heads whipped in my direction and gave me accusing looks.
"Where have you been all night? It’s like 3 am…" Brenden was the first to question me, and in typical fashion, I didn’t miss a beat in spouting off.
"Working on becoming the first of our generation to pop out a Son,"
"Huh?"
"What?"
"Tell me you’re joking…." Emilia was the only person present who wasn’t confused, and half a second after she spoke, I had a finger poking my chest aggressively.
"YOU BETTER NOT HAVE DONE ANYTHING STUPID TAYLOR!"
"Oh…hes dead, wanna go downstairs and get a snack, Xil?"
"Sure, nothing to see here, lil sis gonna kill him." Jumping off my recliner, Xilia and Brenden slithered off
"Oi…oi…don’t, OW, Emilia, Stop!"
"TAYLOR WHO WAS IT THIS TIME? WHO DID YOU ASSAULT!"
"It was revenge, I swear!"
"Revenge, my ass, I swear to god that if you show up with a child in this house, it will be the last thing you ever do!"
"Uh…I don’t recall saying I would…"
"OH, SO YOU PLAN ON BEING A DEAD BEAT DAD, REAL NICE!"
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"What’s going on up there?" Dad asked as he quietly closed his bedroom door, and noticed Xilia and Brenden at the table eating Oreos and drinking milk.
"Taylor is doing Taylor things again; Emilia is tearing into him pretty good this time, though," Brenden said through a mouth full of cookies.
"Sigh, what was it this time…"
"He just got home from Gnarnia and claims he was working to be the first to have a son this generation…"
SMACK
THUMP, THUMP THUMP,
"HUFF, That son of yours needs a real attitude adjustment." Coming downstairs in a flurry of emotion, Emilia stormed over to her husband while addressing Dad and stealing a cookie from Brenden.
"You actually hit him this time; he must have really gotten on your nerves," Xilia stated while subconsciously drawing her cookies closer so that none got swiped.
"I am done talking about it."
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Meanwhile, I stood in the upstairs living room alone, with dead fish eyes. Brenden was right; Emilia had thrown every insult in the book at me, one after another, and finished her rant by smacking me across the face.
’Tsk, comparing me to Amanda, that’s low, even for Emilia,’ shaking my head, I turned around, and instead of heading to my room to go to sleep, I went right back to Gnarnia.
’To be honest, that was my fault; I messed up; a simple working on a project would have sufficed.’ Shaking my head, I made my way to the command console and opened up over a dozen monitors at once.
Some of them were pointed at one of the now eleven Trial Towers, others at key locations, but they all had one thing in common: each camera was pointed at an area I deemed important.
Navigating the multiple screens, I opened one up, which showed me the analytics for every lifeform that left a tower or entered one in the last 16 hours, and the number caused me to frown.
Eighty-seven thousand two hundred people had exited the towers, and only 13,009 had entered, and that was only today.
It didn’t matter if the Instance break was cleared or failed; the end result was generally the same: the gates were open and would allow people to enter and leave.
The only difference between the two situations is the landscape they would be emerging into. In the case of Africa, for example, most of the people who left the gate were instantly swarmed by monsters and either forced to retreat or killed on the spot.
Sure, many parties and groups had been formed to try and take them down, but the Serpents were far too many to handle at this point and would swarm like hornets on anything that moved coming out of the tower.
Saving the numerics to a specific file, I spent the next 20 minutes writing a new script that would only target Towers that had been cleared before moving on and going through a filtered list of applications for the Evolver Academies, which were set to open up on January First, five months from now.
"Each school has an initial soft limit of 25 thousand students for the first year, and right now I have 870 thousand applications….which means around 245 thousand of those would be tossed out, and that number would continue to grow as time passed.
However, the number of flunkies didn’t matter; instead, what I cared about was the 43.5 million dollars I had acquired through the application fees, of which 15% would go directly into my pocket…and for those who struggle with math; that means just through people signing up, I’ve earned 6,525,000 dollars, without doing a single thing.
As for the other 36,975,000 dollars, well, that was going toward establishing the colleges themselves, mainly the facilities, since 95% of the money from the government went directly toward student resources.
Overall, my payout for this endeavor was already well over the 10 billion USD mark.
If I’m being perfectly honest, I knew the returns would be huge, but seeing the offshore bank account with a balance of so many zeros still made my heart flutter.
Of course, when the time came, and a certain Crypto Currency went live next year, I’d be dumping a decent chunk into it, and then, eight years from now, money would no longer be an issue.
I would be so filthy rich that my personal wealth would be in the Tens of Trillions if not Quadrillions.