Chapter 18: Turn in Events (2/2)

Butler Chew glanced at his master, “I sus…suspect.. they could be in grave danger!”

“Grave danger? What do you mean?”

“I had heard from Sir Luo that the mavericks hold the ability to disrupt the neurological system of a man’s brain through the network of the virtual world, given they were strong enough… I speculated… were these happened to be…”

“For real?!” Jeb was fuming in disbelief. “Why does a man like me have never heard of such story? Are you pulling my legs?”

“No sire. There’s no way I would dare to offend your greatness.” The butler quickly begged for forgiveness, “I shall fulfill all the orders by your greatness, whatever it take, on my own. I would and only would do it by myself. If it’s for your greatness, how would I dare to be negligent and let others take over?”

“Of course you wouldn’t dare!” Jeb snorted. He hesitated for a moment, “Is this the end of the whole episode?” Jeb knew very well ever since he was born into a big family like this about the dangers of making enemies in the field; especially those who lurk in darkness whom he couldn’t see.

Butler Chew exhaled in relief knowing that he would be the last one to die even in the worst case scenario. “Master is such a decisive and forgiving leader!” At the same time, he did not forget to butter up to Jeb. Jeb snickered at his compliment and felt overjoyed.

It has been three days since Angel had vaporized from the virtual world!

Day by day he feared and regretted of what he had done and wondered why he would be so impulsive as to accept that foolish request! The nightmare haunted him like a skeleton in the closet, clouding his mind.

He was furious! For a maverick like him, being forbidden to go on virtual web was like a bird losing its wings to fly! Regardless, he dared not oppose his own will; if virtual web was his wings, he would rather not to lose his life over it. For three days he curled up in the gloomy cottage, feeling a little insecure.

The fifth day came and the former glory gleam on his face was long gone. Now, all that was left were the horrors which prevailed from the torture he had been through.

On the eighth day, he snapped!

His wrinkled hands reached out to the helmet at the corner. If he were to die, an instant death was always better than suffering in pain.

Well, what am I even thinking? Maybe the guy didn’t even recognize me at all. I’m just overthinking. Why would he care!?

His fingers gently caressed the round surface of the helmet. The expression plastered on his face was like one in a trance as he thought to himself; to go or not to go? The decisions drummed in his head. He still could not come to a decision.

At last, biting his teeth, he put on his helmet and logged in!

He became calm as he stood in a moving crowd and looked upon the virtual world.

He walked for few hours yet nothing had happened but a wave of relief washed over him. Apparently, it was indeed him overthinking things.

Tranquility started filling his heart as he began to hum and strolled towards a gathering spot for mavericks to get some info because there were still doubts that nagged in him.

Who was this YC? I had never heard of a maverick of such kind? He queried and would absolutely like to find out more about this guy.

And out of a sudden, the world shook!