The system did not dwell on the topic any longer. Instead there was silence. It must have read Marx's thoughts.
"Can I read the Terms and Conditions?" Marx did not want to get cheated by the system always. He always felt like it was manipulating them.
Marx felt his world shatter like glass. Lies! Daytime lies! Didn't the system refer to the Terms and Conditions every now and then? Was he being taken for a fool?
"Don't think I am dumb. You know them all so you should be able to genearate the copy of them," Marx tried his best not to scream at it.
Marx never thought that there would come a day where he could forever be arguing with the system every passing second. He took in calm breaths and tried his luck once again.
"I swear that I will believe them," he said at his best behaviour.
Marx was pulling his hair out. He had already sat on the bed for he could not just lie with the system driving him mad. He stamped his feet on the ground and shut his eyes tight. He had to come up with a new solution.
"Then how can I access the terms and conditions?" Marx asked not caring the anxiety in his voice.
Marx sighed. But he had just realized that he could get answers from the system about the cube. "So this cube's power you talked about, what is it?" He asked politely or he would get rejected. Marx could quite understand what the gene activation entailed. It meant that he did not have to worry about the system's energy being depleted because he had enough energy to last him for a lifetime but that was not the strange part. It was like the system would get assimilated into him. Like he would be the one operating the system as it was operating on its own. He could use all the feature of the system and he could know everything that the system knew. The problem here was his stats. That could not happen maybe in the next five to eight years. But he realized that he did not usually have to reach the stats so he could access the features. As his stats increased, he would get his mind sync with the system slowly. It said that it would sync fully after his stats reached 10. "Tell me about stats," Marx needed to confirm something. .The first segment which you just completed. It has the stats up to 5. It is the first differentiating factor between normal humans and geniuses. .The second segment which has its stats reaching up to ten. This segment is usually the limit of 99% of humans and their ultimate goal. Those who reach these stats are known as Pseudo Elites. Pseudo Elites are those who have their stats from 9 to 10. . Then there is the third segment. This segment is made up of those who have reached their stats past 10. These are now the Elites. They are the ones who are in charge of conquering the unconquered planets. Elites usually require to conquer a planet in numbers ranging up to twenty at most. Elites are given suits with system similar to this one. Though the suits are underpowered. . The last segment entails those who have their stats above 15. It is impossible for anyone to have their stats reaching above 15. Those who do so are countable with a single hand. This because the Empire has not found a way to increase the stats past 15 which they can't because it requires gene activation. In the entire cosmos, you are the fifth person who has had their genes activated. Those who have their genes activated are not even in the Milky Way but in an even far galaxy. These are people who have the ability to even pass the fourth segment.> Marx realized just how sophiscated the stats topic was. Then there was the genes topic the system was having a hard time explaining to him in simple terms. He was yet to understand it one day. "Just where are you from?" Marx was once again caught up in his curiosity. The system said that it was not from the Milky Way but it never said where it was from. It just gave blank answers like it was the top five of its kind. Again with the blank answers. But Marx just realized how unworthy he was to wield the system. There were people out there who had their twice and even three times his stats but they did not have the chance to use it. He could say that he was the one in the trillion who had activated his genes but wasn't that just luck. That made him worthy of the system but he still felt somehow down. But when he realized about the availabilty of the system's duplicates, he needed to know about them. "The reason they failed was because the lacked someone who had their stats above ten. Also, they did not know much about stats until they found me. As a program, I have to completely follow commands of the user. "My last user had her stats close to ten and that was how they managed to extract the 50% but things happened and she was killed like the rest. Luckily for you, the system somehow sensed your location and automatically sent her here> "That was the influence of the future on the past right?" Marx asked. Another dead end. He realized that the system though still was free from monitoring, he was still being monitored in the future. Such a head ache. No wonder he got to receive a mission to influence the past. It was all planned for but they never accounted for him accomplishing the mission that fast. Well, he could only strive and reach that future and try to find out why he had his past manipulated. It was usually a headache knowing things that you should not know like he was now. He held a secret that could change the future if he released it carelessly. If people found out that their lives were not in their control, maybe they could even stop having dreams and let the script do its work. *** Even when the ship landed on planet Pracel, he did not bother to step outside. His destination was set to the planet Marcius. That was where his journey would officially start. But in the future he was going to regret this action. The ship was there for a week nefore it took of for planet Marcius. It took it two week for it to finally reach the Planet Marcius. Marx had lain on the bed for a long time that his back ached. When the ship landed, he started finding his way through the maze like structures. With lightless, even if he strolled for days, he did not have to worry. All he had to do was to make sure that he did not alert them. He finally found the entrance and watched the guard who were getting in shuttles and leaving. They had a haggard look after a long trip that they had ended up being nothing but tourists. The shuttles all took off and their destination was unknown to Marx. He descended the ramp on the entrance like someone who had just come out from his house. Without any care. He stretched at the entrance and yawned. It had been long since he saw the sun. He had learnt that there were more suns in the Milky Way than he could count. He then headed towards one of the space shuttles. He had realized that they usually carried a maximum of five. This one was about to take off but it had only four. He walked inside like he had paid for the ride. Immediately he got in, the shuttle took off and he was pushed inside falling on the four guys inside. Luckily for him, they thought that the sudden push was from the impact of take off. Marx could have taken a seat but he could not risk. He just squeezed himself to the back of the shuttle and had an uncomfortable ride. But luck was on his side because this shuttle was also heading towards the Interplanetary Teleportation Station.