The upcoming hours of school stretched extra long as Moros tried everything in his might to find a conspiracy theory that never existed in the first place. The only thing he earned was strange gazes and confused other students.
Much to his suffering the lack of results did not stop him from doubling down in his search for clues.
The teachers just ignored all his antics and labelled it just another day in their life at this weird school full of misfits and unwanted kids.
The endless search resumed anyhow with Moros ideas turning wilder by the seconds. Of course, all of them were delusions at best with no credibility whatsoever. Though his mind gobbled them all up as if it were a starving man in a hot-dog eating contest.
As the bell echoed through the building, signifying the end of the current school day no answers had been found.
Moros had thoroughly been defeated, but this did not stop him because the man could not act normally even if his life depended on it, which it totally did not.
He ran out of school not looking back once.
Moros left everyone and everything behind as he just sprinted to his home, the only safe place he had left that was not filled with people that were out to get him.
Mallissa would surely understand him, in their line of business there were no friends if it was about money. Someday if they were both famous enough, they might be laughing about this, but at this moment he just could not…too much was on the line to not be extra careful.
Running out of the school gates, all eyes lasted on him, yet he only cared about getting away from the open space as soon as possible.
His legs carried him past the crowd of people, through any obstacles that stood in his face, directly onto the main road. Fewer people travelled here, but the danger was far from over…nowhere was safe.
His brain saw enemies wherever he went. A random guy looking at him was declared a spy that was watching his every move. The young woman carrying a baby were both paid actors.
The grandpa was a secret agent looking for a chance to neutralise the threat he posed before he got too influential. The old, blind grandma trying to sell him ice-cream was trying to drug him to extract all his secrets.
Everyone was suspicious!
Moros hurried through the streets, hellbent on getting home at the fastest speed possible. His surroundings grew more desolate as he passed on through the expensive parts of town.
With every additional step taken, he grew more confident as the number of watching eyes dwindled.
This did not stop him from keeping his pace. His breath was heavy and he was sweating more than usually, but he was coming closer and closer to the safety of his home.
Seeing the shabby dungeon gate with Terra on it, Moros felt a genuine happiness coming over him. He had managed to escape this situation, he did not think it would happen, but he had done the impossible!
Walking through the gate, he noticed an oversight, which caused his pulse to quicken once again.
He had forgotten about all these people that 'wanted to visit the dungeon' to supposedly fight Gobblas. They were just scouting out the dungeon and his streaming place.
Moros began to curse, how could he have been so ignorant. It had been way too easy. It was no wonder that the people had not shown any signs of wanting to follow him as he ran away.
There had simply been no need to do so, since eyes would be on him regardless.
With his heart in deep unrest, he tried to muster a sincere smile as he greeted all of these people that wanted more than just fighting Gobblas.
He had seen through the masquerade, but he could not let them know that he did.
Walking past them with his usual steady place, he tried his best to not them in. His paranoia kept on saving his life, but he was bitterly aware that sooner or later he would slip.
He needed to act now, or else he would lose anything dear to him.
He arrived at the dungeon door, nodded to the random friends that Poppycock made on the streets and stepped into the door. His only goal was to disappear in the secret hideout of the dungeon and wait for nightfall.
Though the first step he took would be his last as a random sleeping hobo lay in his face. Moros foot caught his upper body causing his body to simply fall forward.
The unsuspecting descendant of the Terra family saw a picture of the floor growing closer and closer. His face firmly implanted itself on the floor, a thud echoing throughout the empty dungeon.
It marked the first time in a long while that Moros was not thinking about money or streaming. His first thought that came to mind was: "Fuck!
And the rest was "I shall kill that guy, I will shove my foot so far up his ass, he will taste my shoe for weeks"
Yet, as his face was staring into the green stones of the Terra dungeon, a certain thing entered his perception─a thing that he had never seen prior.
[10000 Dollars needed to open]
"System" Moros screamed loudly at the dollar bill…"Why does the floor have a price tag?"
The dollar bill flew past Moros face and stared at the spot with great interest.
" How wonderful, a portal to growth appeared in front of your eyes.
Its voice carried a sense of wonder and marvel in it. Perhaps it was confused at the timing or due to the way it had presented itself to Moros. Or, more than likely, it was just confused on what its host had been doing the whole day.
"System" Moros screamed again, scarring the soundly sleeping hobo shitless. "Care to explain what that means?
The flying dollar bill tried to sigh, but that was impossible since it had no physical body. It started to choose its works carefully, before its host would clearly fail to comprehend the simplest of words because he only paid attention to the things he wanted to learn about.
"I am simply a guardian that watches over your contract with the heavens. It is not up to me, nor the gods how that power manifests"
Moros stared at it with empty eyes, clearly not having understood the meaning behind its words.
"I am stating that I do not possess any knowledge of what is waiting behind that space. I do know that it is a thing that will strengthen you!"
Its host eyes shot to the old God with a curious gaze burning within them, but the ancient being knew what he was after.
"No, I am not in possession of such knowledge either. Even if I were to know, sharing such knowledge would only serve as a disadvantage to you. It is a place to learn, to grow nothing else.
Moros clicked his tongue in annoyance, why do these old things claim to be so wise, but can't tell what's beneath a door in the ground? What's the use for all that infinite wisdom if they could not even use it?
Moros having forgotten about streaming for a second chose to simply spent the 10000 dollars and see what was beneath.
"I shall spend 10000 dollars to open it" he declared his intention in a booming voice, confusing the hobo even more.
[Insufficient funds. Door can not be openend]
"Insufficient funds my ass! Do you know how much Ballas I killed and how much money I got yesterday? Where has all that money gone, huh?"
Moros tried again and again and again and again.
[Insufficient funds. Door can not be openend]
[Insufficient funds. Door can not be openend]
[Insufficient funds. Door can not be openend]
[Insufficient funds. Door can not be openend]
The results were always the same and Moros began to punch the floor as hard as he possibly could, in hopes of beating it open without paying.
The earth began to shake, the floor began to break, but it was not enough, the door did not budge an inch. Merely the hobo had run away in fear, since a crazy person had entered the dungeon.
After trying to punch through it yet again Moros clicked his tongue in annoyance. He hated problems that could not be solved through violence alone.
Looking at the 10000 dollar symbol taunting him, just flying in the air. He had to admit that this could not be solved unless he came up with a really great idea.
A thought struck Moros mind, that was it…he would make that the entire stream.
"Donate me your money and I shall show you something you have never seen in your entire life"
Moros patted himself on the back. Yes, he had truly come up with a master plan. He would stream it to the entire world, something that only he could provide and that nobody could take away from him.
Good luck to everyone else, all they needed was 10000 Dollars.
Moros could not wait for the evening to come. This stream would be legendary.