Chapter 9 A New Adventure in Havone

Horns blared in the bustling business district of Solzen as traffic ground to a halt. Lia Curtiss sat in the backseat, gazing out the window, lost in thought. “Traffic’s backed up this morning. We’ll be at the office in 10 minutes,” Uncle Max, the driver, informed Lia. “No rush, Uncle Max. My meeting’s not until 10 am. We’ve got time,” Lia replied, her attention still fixed outside the car window. On a large screen, a video promoted the Flow drug by Sphere Inc, highlighting its fun, hip, and safe party appeal.

Her company, CT Kosh, had become a major retail distributor for the drug. As the Flow video ad flickered on the screen, Lia pondered Duen’s words from their conversation at the abandoned fire station.

“It’s almost like the state promotes the recreational use of this. You see Flow ads everywhere, in the subway, LED TVs, in the entertainment districts like Jinku. The promiscuity and the chase for that high, that pleasure,”echoed Duen’s voice in Lia’s mind. She remembered his warning vividly. He had succumbed to the pill’s effects that night at Madame’s, losing himself in the haze.

“If it makes Duen lose control like that, how is it even safe?” Lia wondered. “Uncle Max,” Lia addressed the chauffeur as he navigated through traffic toward her office. He glanced at the rearview mirror, acknowledging Lia’s call. “Yes, my dear, you’re not glued to your phone today? In the mood for a chat?” he teased.

“Have you ever tried the Flow party pill?” Lia asked casually.

“The party pill Flow? Haha!” Uncle Max laughed. “You should be worried if I popped that pill and drove you around, god knows what would happen.”

“But I think my son and his friends have tried it though… I saw him high and wasted, smiling from head to toe the other night,” said Uncle Max. “Youth these days. I wonder why the government legalized these things,” he added with a shake of his head.

“Hmm, was he okay? Did he do anything silly or out of the ordinary?” Lia inquired.

“He seemed okay, and said it was one of the best nights he’s ever had!” Uncle Max laughed, shaking his head. As the car pulled into CT Kosh’s lobby, Lia resolved, “I should speak with Mira and find out more about Flow.”

Dressed in an elegant navy business dress and a sharp business jacket, Lia confidently strode out of the lift in her heels. “Judy, good morning!” she greeted with a warm smile as she approached the concierge at CT Kosh.

“Good morning, Lia. Anything I can help you with today?” Judy responded, returning the smile.

“Yes, could you schedule me for a quick 30-minute meeting with Mira, please, before my other meetings start?” Lia requested, checking her watch and mentally reviewing her schedule for the day.

“General Manager Mira, certainly! I’ll get the meeting room booked,” Judy replied with a smile as she typed away on her laptop.

“Thank you,” Lia said, her smile indicating her gratitude. She harbored a growing curiosity about the drug and intended to glean more information from Mira, the department head. Entering the meeting room, Lia powered up her laptop, preparing to work while awaiting Mira’s arrival. It didn’t take long for Mira to make her entrance. Clad in a sleek black business suit and trousers, Mira exuded professionalism. Her long black hair fell neatly on her shoulders, and her glasses added an air of sharpness to her appearance. “Good morning, Lia. How are you?” Mira greeted with a smile as she entered. “Mira, good morning! Please, have a seat,” Lia responded, closing her laptop to give her full attention to the conversation. “I’m doing well, thank you. I wanted to discuss Flow. The Flow pill from Sphere Inc.,” Lia stated, diving straight into the topic.

“Oh, the party drug Flow? We just doubled our orders for that,” Mira remarked, her smile widening. “I had lunch with Director Beatrice from Sphere Inc. yesterday. Everyone’s thrilled with the numbers. Revenue is skyrocketing,” she added.

“That wasn’t what I was curious about,” Lia interjected.

“Oh? What then?” Mira’s expression shifted to one of confusion. “What I actually wanted to know is if this drug is safe,” Lia pressed.

“Well, yes,” Mira replied after a brief pause. “It’s been cleared by the NDA for usage. We’re covered on that front if that’s what you’re asking,” she reassured Lia.

“Have there been any accidents, reported allergies, or adverse news related to it?” Lia inquired further.

“Nothing reported in the media as far as I know,” Mira shrugged, her tone nonchalant.

“I’m sorry if I’m causing confusion. A friend of mine took the drug and had a terrible experience. He said he lost his sense of self,” Lia admitted.

“Wow, that bad?” Mira reacted with concern.“Have you ever tried it?” Lia inquired.

“No, honestly, I wouldn’t. And I don’t encourage you to either, Lia,” Mira responded firmly, taking a deep breath. “Do you understand how opioids and club drugs work?” she continued.

“Please, enlighten me,” Lia replied, smiling. She knew she had turned to the right person for answers, recognizing Mira’s expertise in the field.

“Most club drugs are illegal for a reason. Essentially, they stimulate the brain and central nervous system,” Mira explained. “These substances can either slow down the central nervous system, dampening arousal and reaction time, or speed it up, boosting alertness, mood, speech, and motor activity,” she elaborated. “Feelings of euphoria often accompany club drugs. However, the real danger lies in the potential for addiction,” Mira cautioned.

“The addicted will live solely for that high, channeling all resources and attention to attain it. Eventually, they’ll require higher doses for the same effect,” Mira emphasized. “Our brains contain receptors that bind to chemicals like endorphins, which naturally make us feel good. Party drugs can bind strongly to these receptors, dulling pain or inducing pleasure when dopamine is released. They influence everything from mood to bodily functions,” Mira explained, capturing Lia’s full attention.

“The problem arises with prolonged usage because over time, the receptors in your brain become accustomed to the drug, necessitating higher doses for the same dopamine hit and high,” Mira explained.

“And when you attempt to wean off, the sudden withdrawal of chemicals in the body leads to withdrawal effects,” Mira continued. “The danger lies in the addict returning to the same higher dosage after a period of abstinence.”

“That’s an overdose,” Lia concluded.“Exactly. Events like cardiac arrest can occur,” affirmed Mira.

“So if Flow is still addictive, why did the NDA approve its use?” Lia questioned, feeling perturbed.

“Hmm, I don’t know. Sphere Inc. actively downplayed its addictive qualities,” Mira remarked. “Their lobbying and PR team have been exceptional. Their share price is among the best performers this year,” she added.

After a moment’s contemplation, Lia flashed a warm smile at Mira. She reached out and clasped her hand. “Thank you! That was incredibly helpful. You’re truly knowledgeable, and I’m grateful to have talent like yours in our company,” Lia expressed sincerely.

“You’re welcome, Lia. Don’t hesitate to reach out if you need more information,” Mira replied, adjusting her glasses.

“I will. I must head off now, Mira. I have back-to-back meetings for the next three hours,” Lia announced as she rose from her seat to leave the meeting room.

“Hmm, I should share this conversation with Duen tonight,” Lia thought to herself as she exited the room.

Exiting the subway, Duen stepped into the bustling streets of the business district. Despite being back in his own world, his mind lingered on Anderson Nightingale’s disapproving words from the previous night in Havone. The disparity in their social statuses weighed heavily on his thoughts as he navigated through the crowd of city dwellers rushing to their offices.

Passing by the sea of people, Duen couldn’t ignore the parallels between this world and the one he had just left behind. Anderson Curtiss was the owner of CT Kosh, a vast conglomerate, while Lia stood as the heiress to the business empire. How could he ever measure up to her standards, he pondered.

“I must strive harder and achieve success; it’s the only path to earning his recognition,” Duen resolved, his determination unwavering amidst the hustle and bustle of the city streets.

Dressed in a sharp business suit, Duen strode purposefully toward the towering skyscraper adorned with the sign “CT Kosh.” With no scheduled meetings that morning, he opted for a proactive approach to his day—prospecting. “What better place to begin than one of the nation’s largest convenience chain stores,” he mused.

CT Kosh stood as a retail behemoth, boasting chain stores across the country offering an extensive range of products from toiletries to cosmetics and pharmaceuticals. Duen recognized the potential for a significant career advancement if he could secure a deal with CT Kosh to distribute Eden. It would mark a substantial milestone in his professional journey.

As he made his way down the road towards CT Kosh’s office building, Duen couldn’t help but also see it as a perfect opportunity to try to meet Lia. The enchanting evening they shared during the Light Festival in Havone lingered vividly in his memory, and the desire to see her again this morning tugged at his thoughts.

Stepping out of the lift onto the 40th floor, Duen was met with a pristine and brightly illuminated office space adorned with CT Kosh’s logo on its sliding doors. The interior exuded a polished ambiance, reflecting the corporate colors of the company.

“Come to think of it, it’s actually my first time here,” Duen remarked as he made his way toward the concierge.

“Good morning, welcome to CT Kosh. How may I assist you?” Judy greeted with polite professionalism.

“Hi, my name is Duen from Sphere Inc.,” Duen introduced himself.

“Do you have a prior appointment?” Judy inquired, her expression tinged with puzzlement.

“Um, not exactly. I did send an email to your general manager, Mira. However, I haven’t received a response yet,” Duen explained.

“Hmm, I’m not sure if I can secure a meeting slot for you. The GM’s schedule appears to be extremely packed today,” Judy replied, her gaze fixed on her laptop screen.

“Is Lia Curtiss available?” Duen inquired casually, his gaze sweeping the hall and meeting rooms with eager anticipation. Meeting with the general manager wasn’t his primary concern; rather, he was driven by the desire to see Lia. “Executive Director Lia Curtiss? She doesn’t handle sales meetings,” Judy replied, a hint of puzzlement in her voice.

Just then, Mira strolled past the concierge area toward the lift. “Oh, that’s Mira over there,” exclaimed Judy. Duen was taken aback. “Are you kidding me, the same Mira?” he gasped in surprise. “Mira! Hi!” Duen greeted her with a smile, recognizing her immediately. They had crossed paths in Solgandr, where she served as Master Lysander’s secretary. It intrigued Duen to encounter familiar faces in both worlds.

“Sorry, have we met? And you are?” Mira asked with a slight frown, trying to recall the person standing before her. Duen spoke with a sense of familiarity, as if he knew her. “Yes! Well..we’ve corresponded via email,” Duen quickly corrected himself, aware of the need to avoid sounding strange.

“I’m Duen from Sphere Inc. I reached out to you about the Eden drug just a day ago,” Duen said, smiling as he extended his hand for a handshake.

“Oh, Duen from Sphere. Hi!” Mira responded politely, shaking his hand. She nodded slowly, recalling the email correspondence from someone at Sphere Inc.

“Did we schedule an appointment? Because I don’t see anything on my calendar, and I’m about to head out for a meeting,” Mira inquired, her brow furrowing slightly.

“No, we didn’t set an appointment. I was just in the area and decided to stop by,” Duen explained. “My apologies for being so abrupt. I’ll arrange a formal sales meeting to present our flagship drug, Eden, to you,” Duen said, smiling, his gaze momentarily drifting behind Mira.

“Sure, we’ll speak then. Goodbye,” Mira replied, waving as she hurried along.

As Duen waved goodbye, he noticed several executives emerging from a meeting room, including Anderson Curtiss, the CEO of CT Kosh. His anticipation heightened as he caught sight of the person he was seeking.

Lia stepped out of the room, elegantly brushing her brown hair behind her ears. Her business dress accentuated her sharp features, and her makeup highlighted her beautiful eyes.

“Lia!” Duen called out from the concierge, his excitement palpable as he waved his hand. Lia looked over in surprise upon hearing her name. “Duen?” Lia murmured, her eyes lighting up as she saw him.

“Lia, don’t be late for the board meeting in 10 minutes, okay?” Mr. Anderson interjected, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure as he noticed Duen’s presence.

“I won’t be late. I’ll be there shortly,” Lia assured with a nod, glancing at her watch. With a subtle signal in her eyes, Lia invited Duen to follow her into a meeting room.

“Duen, how are you?” asked Lia with a smile as they entered the meeting room.

“I’m great. I came to meet your general manager. We’re about to launch Eden, a new lifestyle drug, and I’m trying to get her to look at it. So I thought I’d say hi to you,” Duen said, his smile wide with enthusiasm. “Do you want to grab lunch?” Duen added, attempting to make it sound casual.

“I’d love to, but I can’t. Back-to-back meetings today,” Lia replied, her tone carrying a hint of weariness. 

“Wow, you are so busy. Being the executive director of CT Kosh, I guess that’s to be expected,” Duen remarked.

As they conversed, Mr. Anderson strode over to the glass window of the office and discreetly signaled to Lia to wrap up the meeting swiftly. “Look, Duen, I’m sorry, I’ve got to go,” Lia apologized, acknowledging her father’s signal.

“Go ahead, I understand,” Duen replied with a smile. “Let’s talk online tonight. I found some information about Flow from Mira, and I thought you should know,” Lia suggested.

“Sure! I’ve got a new virtual headset,” Duen replied with a broad grin. “Is 10 p.m. okay? I have a Sphere Inc event this evening, and once I’m done, I’ll rush home to chat with you,” Duen proposed resolutely.

“10 is fine,” Lia confirmed, her smile gentle. “Just to assure you, I won’t be taking any party drugs whatsoever!” Duen added.

“Why are you assuring me?” Lia whispered with a blush, averting her gaze. Duen smiled and simply looked at Lia.

“I should go now. We’ll speak tonight,” Lia said, smiling as she waved and exited the meeting room.

That evening, after wrapping up work, Duen and Leon headed to the company’s event. Stepping out of a taxi in Jinku’s bustling club district, they were greeted by the vibrant energy of the city. “The party’s at Pantheon tonight,” he announced with a grin, taking in the sights of the bustling district.

As they strolled through the streets of Jinku, suits in hand, the atmosphere was electric. Towering video billboards and LED displays adorned the skyline, showcasing advertisements for high-end nightclubs, the latest designer fashion, and the Flow party drug by Sphere.

Despite the early hour, Jinku was already pulsating with life. Neon lights bathed the streets in a mesmerizing glow, casting hues of bright reds, blues, and pinks. The air was charged with an atmosphere that was both enchanting and provocative, setting the stage for an unforgettable evening.

As they walked by, women in skimpy outfits tried to lure them into their nightclubs. “Sorry, not tonight, ladies. Company event at Pantheon,” Leon politely declined, deflecting their invitations.

“I heard there will be political guests and people from the NDA tonight,” Leon informed Duen.

“How is it that people from the NDA can attend Sphere’s events? Aren’t they the regulators?” Duen questioned.

“I don’t know, but network like your life depends on it, buddy. And have a blast while you’re at it,” Leon advised, offering a grin.

“That’s Pantheon. Come on,” Leon exclaimed eagerly, leading the way to the club’s entrance.

Greek-inspired architecture and grand pillars welcomed Duen and Leon as they arrived at Pantheon. The venue was adorned with Greek-themed decor, evoking a sense of ancient splendor. A security guard, clad in a sleek black suit, conducted a brief pat-down before ushering them to a waitress.

“Hi there! Welcome to Pantheon,” the waitress greeted them with infectious enthusiasm. Her attire, a revealing white Greek inspired toga, exuded a hint of seductiveness. Efficiently, she scanned their Sphere Inc passes, and their photo IDs flashed on a nearby screen.

“Duen Edwards and Leon Coleman from Sphere Inc, you’re on our VIP guest list. This way, please,” she announced, leading them through the entrance with a graceful gesture.

Inside, the dimly lit interior pulsed with thumping music, engulfing the space in an electrifying atmosphere. Towering statues of Greek gods and goddesses adorned the surroundings, adding an air of grandeur to the venue. “Wow… this place boasts impressive architecture. These parties are one of the perks of working at Sphere, I suppose,” Duen mused silently.

The attendant skillfully navigated them through the lively dance floor, leading them to an elevator bound for the second level. With a deft hand, she ushered them into a private room, where Duen was greeted by the sight of his colleagues already immersed in the festivities. Leon wasted no time engaging with members of the NDA, while Pete and Beatrice played gracious hosts to Senator Klaus. Simone, on the other hand, appeared engrossed in conversation with political affiliates.

Surveying the scene, Duen noted the abundant supply of champagne and cognac adorning the table, a testament to the extravagant nature of the event.

“I’ll just hang around for a while before heading back to speak with Lia,” Duen pondered silently as he settled into his seat. Evelyn, noticing Duen, gracefully approached and took a seat beside him. “What would you like to drink?” she inquired, casting a sensual glance at Duen with her deep-set eyes. Duen offered a hesitant smile and shifted slightly to create some space. “What? I won’t bite, you know,” Evelyn chuckled as she poured Duen a glass of champagne. “I’m here to help. You look extremely out of place. Drink this; it’ll help,” she urged.

“How do you network if you’re not even relaxed?” Evelyn queried, offering the glass to Duen. “Thanks,” Duen replied, accepting the champagne and taking a sip. Its taste was smooth, sweet but not overwhelming, and crisply refreshing. Surprised, Duen took another sip as Evelyn watched, a smile playing on her lips.

“It’s good, right? You’re drinking the most expensive champagne in the world, by the way. Each bottle costs upwards of $35,000, and it’s courtesy of Sphere Inc.,” Evelyn revealed, leaving Duen wide-eyed at the price tag. “They don’t skimp when it comes to hosting important guests,” she added with a grin.

Duen settled into his seat and mostly observed the evening’s festivities. Soon, a waitress entered, carrying a silver tray adorned with dazzling sparklers. The tray was filled with alcoholic shots and pink pills. Two other waitresses popped confetti as they entered, eliciting cheers and applause from the room.

“This is the highlight of the evening, Flow,” exclaimed Evelyn excitedly. Duen glanced around and realized he seemed to be the only one feeling apprehensive; everyone else appeared eager to partake in the Flow party pill.

“Am I the odd one out here?,” he pondered to himself.

“I’d like to propose a toast to Senator Klaus and Edmund from the NDA. It’s truly an honor to have them join us tonight. Please, enjoy yourselves!” Beatrice declared, dropping her pink pill into her shot glass and raising it high.

“Cheers!” echoed throughout the room as everyone followed suit, dropping their Flow pills into their shots and raising their glasses before downing them in unison.

Duen deftly slipped the pill between his fingers, feigned consumption, and then discreetly stashed it in his pocket. He was resolute about staying sober to speak with Lia later that night.

Glancing around, Duen noticed that everyone was starting to feel the effects of the pills, and no one seemed to notice his discreet action—except for Evelyn. She smiled knowingly at Duen, her eyes subtly indicating that she was aware he hadn’t taken the pill. She had been observing him the entire time. Duen returned the smile and gestured that he was leaving. It was the opportune moment to depart, with everyone becoming engrossed in the high.

Exiting the venue, Duen’s stomach grumbled audibly. “I’m hungry. I’ll grab something to eat before heading back,” he resolved, scanning the street for an eatery.

As he walked, his attention was drawn to a commotion outside Pantheon’s entrance by the road. A man in a disheveled black jacket sat on the ground, his hair tousled and his clothes rumpled. He appeared to have been forcefully removed from the venue by security. His eyes were swollen and drooping.

“You again! If you can’t pay, you can’t order the pill!” the security officer barked, his voice carrying across the street. “You didn’t pay last time. You better leave before we call the police.”

“Please, sir, I know the boss of Pantheon, William. He’s a personal friend. I’m sure he can put this on the tab for me,” the man pleaded desperately. “Let me speak to him, please. I need it. Just for tonight!” His voice trembled with urgency. “Just one pill, please!” he implored.

The security officer ignored the man’s pleas and walked away. Duen observed the man sitting on the ground, his expression one of profound desolation. He recognized the familiar shroud of despair that he had seen so often among the destitute.

“Please, just one last pill for tonight,” the man mumbled, his desperation palpable. Duen felt a pang of sympathy for him and remembered the Flow pill in his pocket from the party. As he reached for the pill, intending to give it to the man, his hand was intercepted by a young man in a black hooded sweater.

“Don’t do it. You’ll only push him one step closer to hell,” the young man cautioned. He stood shorter than Duen, about 5 feet 7 inches tall, and beneath the black hoodie, Duen could discern he had blond hair. Duen nodded, seemingly grasping the gravity of the situation.

The young man turned and began to walk away, his hands buried in the pockets of his sweater as he crossed the road. “One step closer to hell,” Duen murmured with a shiver, recalling his own encounters with the malevolent tormentor. Determination flickered in his eyes as he observed the shadow of despair enveloping the man.

“Hey, wait!” Duen called out, his voice echoing with resolve as he chased after the young man.

The young man entered a ramen joint, and Duen followed suit. The cozy stall greeted them with the delightful aroma of roasted pork and soup. Seating himself beside the man at the counter seat, Duen offered a smile and nod, but the young man made no effort at eye contact and ignored him completely.

“House special Ramen,” announced a waitress, setting down a piping hot bowl in front of the young man. “Thank you,” he responded, grabbing the chopsticks and delving into his noodles with gusto.

“Can I have a bowl of that too? It smells really good,” Duen requested, addressing the waitress. “House Special Ramen, coming right up,” the waitress replied with a smile, bustling off to fulfill the order.

“Thanks. I didn’t think I would be doing him a disservice. He really looked like he needed it. I had one, so I thought…” Duen trailed off as he recounted the encounter. The young man, focused on his ramen, didn’t look up and continued slurping.

“Anyway, I’m Duen Edward,” Duen said, smiling as he introduced himself. The young man, still preoccupied with his meal, replied somewhat disinterestedly, “Tim Matthew.”

“It’s actually a safe drug, it’s already legal,” Duen explained.

“Then why didn’t you take it?” Tim interjected, his gaze fixed on Duen. Duen was taken aback, unsure how to respond. It was true that he had chosen not to take the drug, knowing it would compromise his sense of self.

“I, uh…” Duen stammered, at a loss for words. Tim watched him for a moment before returning his attention to his ramen. As the waitress served Duen’s piping hot ramen, he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat.

“Wow, this is good,” Duen remarked between slurps, savoring the flavors of the ramen.

“I saw how that man was behaving just now, he seemed to be addicted to Flow. Which is weird,” Duen remarked between bites of his meal.

“Flow is non-addictive and it has no side effects. I’m from Sphere Inc, so I know,” Duen asserted confidently. Tim paused in his eating and looked up at Duen.

“You just saw what happened to that man. Clearly, the addiction was real; he abused the drug,” Tim stated bluntly.

“They were right about the safe part for your body; the drug doesn’t harm your body. It harms this place,” Tim tapped his temple with his fingers.

“Not in small quantities, but repeated use is a separate matter,” Tim added, his tone serious and weighty.

“The thing about addiction is this,” Tim began solemnly. “You crave the high, that momentary pleasure, those few hours of ecstasy.”“During this period, your mind shuts down,” he continued, his tone somber. “There’s no anxiety, no thinking, no problems or suffering because you’re numbed out.”

“Your brain gets hit with dopamine, the feel-good hormones. You experience pleasure,” Tim explained, his expression stoic. “That’s when you keep wanting it. You neglect your real life. That’s how lives can be destroyed. And that’s hell.”

“This drug is addictive and dangerous,” Tim warned, his voice tinged with urgency. “Your company went all out on a PR initiative to downplay the addictive aspects.”

“The government and the politicians, everyone’s involved; there’s a lot of money here,” Tim remarked, his tone heavy with implication.

Tim’s words hit Duen like a bolt of lightning. “How do you…” Duen began to mutter.

“How do I know?” Tim interrupted, finishing Duen’s sentence. “I was a scientist, and I worked at the NDA, specifically in the department that reviewed this drug. I was made to go to parties like the one you just came from, all hosted by Sphere,” Tim revealed. Duen’s eyes widened with shock.

“I voiced out my concern on Flow. That was Sphere Inc’s first blockbuster drug. I saw all the ill effects it could have on society and tried to tell them,” Tim continued.

“I wrote a thesis on the dangers of Flow and recommended against it. It was never published; it never got past my boss,” Tim concluded, his voice tinged with frustration.

“Why is the government allowing it to be legal?!” Duen asked, his shock evident in his tone.

“Those were the next questions I asked before I lost my job. They fired me,” Tim revealed.

“They what? How could they fire you for doing the right thing?” gasped Duen, his disbelief mounting.

“It didn’t end there. I couldn’t find any job. They made it really difficult for me to re-enter the job market. My bank accounts got frozen, and people were following me. I actually feared for my life,” Tim disclosed, his expression tense with apprehension.

“I filed several police reports, but nothing happened. The harassment didn’t stop,” Tim concluded, cleaning his mouth with a napkin as he prepared to leave.

“I don’t know why I told you all this,” Tim admitted as he rose to leave. “Perhaps it was because you reminded me of myself,” he reflected. “I didn’t take that pill either, and that was the beginning,” he added.

“Word of advice: there are lots of things that I couldn’t figure out. One thing I do know is the stakes are really high. There are things that the government and Sphere Inc. want, and they will do anything,” Tim cautioned.

“Don’t step on the wrong tail. This is a powerful dragon. They can and will destroy you,” he warned sternly. “If you’d excuse me, I have to go,” Tim said as he pulled his black hoodie over his head. Duen was too shocked to say anything and simply nodded. Tim proceeded to pay at the cashier and promptly left.

Back at Duen’s apartment that night, he immersed himself in the virtual world, donning his virtual headset as he reclined on his bed. Using AI technology, he recreated Havone’s serene environment, settling into a virtual boat by the tranquil lake, eagerly awaiting Lia’s virtual presence. Tim’s unsettling words echoed in his mind, leaving him deeply perturbed by their implications. He couldn’t shake the feeling that there might be truth to his warnings.

“There’s no reason for him to make up a story like that,” Duen mused, his thoughts swirling with doubt. Before long, a notification interrupted his contemplation: “Lia’s online, invite.” With a sense of anticipation, Duen selected the options and extended an invitation, eagerly anticipating Lia’s arrival in his virtual space.

“Hi! Sorry I’m late, the meeting was extended,” Lia apologized as she materialized on the boat. “Hi Lia, it’s okay,” Duen replied with a smile.

“Where’s this place Duen, it’s nice..” Lia remarked, glancing around the serene surroundings. The evening light cast a gentle glow over the pristine lake, and charming townhouses dotted the distant horizon.

“It’s a lake in a Kingdom called Havone,” Duen explained.

“I’ve been heading there. I mean, I dreamt of it,” corrected Duen. “I thought I wanted you to see it, so I recreated it as best as I could. It’s not 100%, but it’s pretty similar,” Duen elaborated.

“Havone…,” Lia whispered in awe as she took in the virtual landscape. “This technology is pretty amazing, it’s so immersive, I can see why people spend so much time in these virtual environments,” Duen remarked, impressed by the realism of the simulation.

“Anyway, how was your day?” Duen inquired, his tone casual. Lia’s smile brightened.

“My day was okay. I found out some information about the club drug Flow, and I thought I should tell you,” Lia shared.

“Tell me more,” Duen prompted, his interest piqued.

“Apparently, Mira feels that Sphere Inc actively downplayed the addictive side effects of it,” Lia revealed. “You can still get addicted to Flow,” she emphasized. Duen nodded in acknowledgment.

“I met someone from NDA today. Ex-NDA, to be exact. I sat opposite him at a ramen joint. He told me what you just said,” Duen added. “What’s surprising is, the government is supporting it,” he remarked, a puzzled expression crossing his face.

Tim’s warning reverberated in Duen’s thoughts: “Don’t step on the wrong tail. This is a powerful dragon; they can and will destroy you.”

“He mentioned that a lot of money is at stake here,” Duen finally remarked after a reflective pause. He noticed Lia stifling a yawn. “I’m sorry,” Lia said, her hand covering her mouth as she yawned.

“Don’t be. It’s been a long day for you, and you’re tired. You should turn in soon,” Duen suggested kindly. Lia blushed slightly.

“Oh yes, I’ll be heading back to Yeongju to see old man Gus this Saturday. Do you need anything?” Duen inquired.

“Really? I’m actually heading there on a work trip tomorrow. Perhaps I should extend it through the weekend and pay Sensei a visit at Outlaws Gym,” Lia responded with a smile.

“That would be awesome! You could come by for dinner! I’d get old man to cook his signature spicy pork and cabbage soup, you’ll love it,” Duen exclaimed with excitement. Lia smiled in response.

“No promises. I hope my schedule permits, and my dad has to be okay with it,” Lia replied, a hint of sheepishness in her tone. Duen’s happiness was evident as he smiled warmly.

“I’ll let you know,” Lia assured him, returning the smile. “I shall turn in now,” she added.“Rest well, Lia. Good night,” Duen bid her farewell.

“Good night,” Lia replied with a smile before logging off, leaving Duen with a sense of anticipation and contentment.

Duen removed the headset and pondered for a moment. “The reconnaissance mission, it’s time to head there,” he whispered with a smile as he closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Soon, he was deep in meditation, traversing the time and space corridor. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in his room in Havone, greeted by the bright early morning.

“Duen! Let’s go!” shouted Leon from outside his residence, his voice ringing with urgency. Duen’s excitement surged as he recalled their impending mission, and he popped his head out of the window.

“Leon… Ashnar! We are going on that mission,” Duen exclaimed eagerly, his anticipation building.

“Come on! We’re gonna be late! I’ll meet you at the gate!” yelled Leon as he turned around and bolted off into the distance.

“Okay!” replied Duen, his excitement palpable, as he hurried to get ready. Just as he was about to dash out of his room, he paused, realizing he had forgotten something crucial. Turning back, he walked swiftly to his dressing table, where the dagger with the shimmering stone of Eternity lay.

Grabbing it firmly, Duen dashed out of his residence, his heart pounding with anticipation, running all the way to the main gate of Havone. As he arrived, he saw Leon waving enthusiastically at him. Beyond the gate, a battalion of 500 Havone soldiers in full armor stood in formation on the open grassland, bearing Havone’s flags and colors.

“Everyone is ready,” Duen thought to himself, a smile of determination spreading across his face as he approached the entourage. He was prepared for the mission ahead.

“Finally, you’re here!” beamed Leon as Duen approached. “Ah, the Royal Advisor is here,” he commented, casting a glance behind Duen.

Accompanied by an entourage of fully armored knights, the Royal Advisor Beatrice rode gracefully on her horse towards Leon and Duen. Her beautiful brown hair reflected a golden glow, and her white cape billowed behind her as she approached the group.

“Royal Advisor Beatrice,” greeted Leon with a respectful bow. Duen followed suit, dipping his head in reverence, while the Havone soldiers also paid their respects with bows.

The Royal Advisor dismounted her horse gracefully, her presence commanding attention. “Good morning, Children of Lord Father, Protectors of the Holy Order,” she addressed the battalion with confidence and grace. “Today we march forth, guided by Lord Father’s light,” she proclaimed.

“Leon Kingsman and Duen Tytus, kneel. I shall now deliver you your mission from the Holy King,” commanded Beatrice. Leon immediately knelt down, and observing his lead, Duen followed suit.

“On behalf of the King, I now bestow command of this battalion to Leon Kingsman and Duen Tytus!” declared Beatrice, handing a royal letter to Leon, who accepted it with both hands as he knelt. “Lady Beatrice, we will bring glory to the Holy Kingdom of Havone,” affirmed Leon enthusiastically as he received the letter.

“I’m sure you will. Now go forth and bring victory to the Holy Kingdom,” concluded Beatrice, a warm smile gracing her lips, as she encouraged the newly appointed leaders.

Leon and Duen spurred their horses forward, leading the way as the battalion followed suit, mounting their steeds and galloping in formation across the picturesque green plains.

With the royal letter clutched in his hands, Leon turned to Duen with an excited smile. “A real mission, Duen! We’re in charge now. This is our chance to prove ourselves to Beatrice and the Holy King,” he exclaimed with enthusiasm.

Duen nodded, feeling the surge of excitement coursing through him. “Where’s Steve?” he inquired as they traversed the fields.

“He said he had a few jobs that required his attention. You know him, he would never risk going to the front lines,” explained Leon. “But we live for the glory!” he declared with unwavering determination, clenching his fist.

“I say we leave him. We’ll split this bounty two ways, just me and you,” proposed Leon, his face beaming with anticipation. Duen returned the smile, nodding in agreement as they rode on.

They rode for hours across the fields until Leon suggested a brief respite. “Let’s take a small break right here,” he proposed.

“Sure,” replied Duen, noting Leon’s unusual focus. Throughout the ride, Leon, who was typically chatty, remained mostly quiet, diligently checking on the battalion and ensuring everything was in order. It was a side of Leon Duen had never seen before—serious, focused, and fully dedicated to the mission at hand. “That dream of his to become a Temporal Knight, that’s why he’s so focused,” he mused to himself. They allowed the horses to graze by a stream, finding a spot to rest on a fallen tree log.

“So, our task is to deliver that message, right?” inquired Duen, gesturing toward the royal letter in Leon’s hand.

“Yes, Havone is offering protection to Ashnar, and all land people and weapons of the Ashnar tribe will fall under the sovereignty and protection of Havone,” explained Leon.

“We’re only messengers, Leon. The small battalion is for military posture; we aren’t supposed to engage,” reminded Duen.

“Indeed, and we’ll report back to Beatrice on whether they accept. Strategic information such as troop numbers and weapons will be crucial,” added Leon, outlining their mission’s details.

“What is that weapon that’s powerful enough to threaten Havone?” asked Duen, disbelief etched on his face as his brow furrowed. He had witnessed the might of the Temporal Knights, particularly the Silverwolf, and couldn’t fathom anything posing a threat to such power.

“I’m not sure, but the Dragoons of Ashnar are a proud race it seems. They have been independent for a long time; they probably wouldn’t yield,” speculated Leon. “And we’d back off and let the Temporal Knights with the main battalion take over,” he continued. “They won’t stand a chance against the Temporal Knights of Havone,” Leon assured.

“We’d just sit back, watch, and collect our bounty,” chimed in Duen, beaming at the simplicity of their role.

“Easy,” agreed Leon with a nod and a smile. “And I will finally be knighted into the Temporal Order,” he added, determination evident in his tone.