Sam sat at his desk, staring at the ominous notification that glowed on his attribute panel.
Warning: An unknown entity has detected your presence. Prepare for imminent danger.
A chill ran down his spine. "What does this notification mean?" he muttered to himself. "Is someone trying to track me? Have they discovered that I am from a different world? What just happened?"
With no immediate answers and no way to get them, Sam decided to postpone his plan to return to the Maha Lok. He needed to figure out a way to get ahead of this mysterious tracker before making any moves.
For now, he turned his attention back to his current business: the sales of products from Pushp Lok. The honey, medicinal plants, and other unique items from the realm had been selling well, but it was time to take things to the next level.
"I need to set up a company," Sam said, leaning back in his chair. "Something to handle all the sales in an organized manner and ensure that nothing goes wrong."
He started sketching out ideas, planning the structure of his new venture. A solid foundation was crucial, and he wanted to ensure the business could run smoothly, even if he had to step away for extended periods.
As he brainstormed, another thought crossed his mind. "How can I use these resources to continuously generate Welfare Value?"
Sam thought of numerous plans, but none seemed to fully satisfy him. He wanted something impactful, something that would truly make a difference.
Scrolling through the news, an article caught his eye. It was a piece criticizing the severe underpayment of school teachers, predicting a bleak future where schools would struggle to stay open due to a lack of qualified educators. The article argued that teachers, the pillars of future generations, were being undervalued and underpaid, leading to a sharp decline in the quality and number of aspiring teachers.
"If this continues," the article warned, "schools are not far from being out of commission. All that will be left will be unorthodox teachers like the ones teaching online or at coaching centers."
Sam's mind sparked with a brilliant idea. "What if I use the revenue from selling Pushp Lok products to construct schools in underprivileged areas? Places where children want to study but can't afford it. And the biggest issue—teachers—I can solve that by offering competitive salaries."
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. "I can ensure high-quality education by paying teachers well. This will attract talent and dedication."
Immediately, Sam began making detailed plans. He mapped out potential locations, drafted budgets, and outlined the necessary steps to get the schools up and running. The goal was to create a sustainable model that would not only educate children but also uplift entire communities.
He imagined schools equipped with the best resources, where children could learn and grow without the burden of financial strain. "This could change lives," he thought, his heart swelling with purpose. "It could generate massive Welfare Value and truly make a difference."
Sam spent hours refining his plans, contacting architects, and researching educational programs. His vision was clear: to build schools that would provide top-tier education and create a positive ripple effect throughout society.
As he worked, a nagging thought lingered in the back of his mind. "Who is tracking me?" He pushed the worry aside for now, focusing on the task at hand. He knew that whoever it was, he would deal with them when the time came. For now, his priority was laying the groundwork for his ambitious new project.
He leaned back, staring at the comprehensive plan he had laid out. "This is it," he whispered to himself. "This is how I'll make a real impact."
Just as he was about to close his laptop, Pushp's voice resonated in his mind. "Sam, you should know that your physical fitness has increased significantly due to the products you've consumed from Pushp Lok and Maha Lok."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "I remember you mentioning the benefits, but I didn't expect such rapid improvement."
"It's because of your stay in Maha Lok and the enhanced nutrition from its environment," Pushp explained. "Your body has adapted quickly."
"However now that you are planning to stay on Earth for a long period of time this increase will slow down significantly."
Sam nodded, absorbing the information. "That makes sense. I'll keep that in mind."
His phone buzzed, interrupting his thoughts. It was a message from Nitin, letting him know that the widow and her daughter were safe and hidden.
Sam had already established a channel between Nitin and Pushp allowing Pushp to pass on any message Nitin wanted to send him via a text message.
Sam felt a wave of relief wash over him. They had faced so much danger, but at least for now, they were out of Roy's reach.
He stretched, feeling the fatigue of the day settle in. It had been a long journey, and there were still many challenges ahead. But for the first time in a while, Sam felt hopeful. He had a plan, a purpose, and the determination to see it through.
As he prepared for bed, Sam couldn't help but think about the new mission and its reward—the Maha Vishwavidyalaya Inheritance Token. It was a mystery he was eager to unravel, but that would have to wait. For now, he needed rest.
Just as he was drifting off to sleep, a sudden realization jolted him awake. "The tracker," he whispered. "Could it be Roy's father, the Lord of Durinia?" The thought chilled him to the bone. If that were true, it meant he was up against a formidable opponent who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.
With a deep breath, Sam vowed to stay vigilant. He would be ready for whatever came next.
To Be Continued...