Alex stared through the front glass of the car, his breath catching in his throat.
Right by the back wall, a massive circular structure flickered with intense blue electricity.
The energy crackled violently, sparking off the edges.
The entire room was dim, except for the otherworldly glow radiating from that thing.
It was big enough to swallow the whole car.
“Umm what’s that?”
Alex hesitated before asking.
His voice was uneasy, his gut warning him that whatever that thing was… it wasn’t normal.
He turned to Lucian, hoping for an answer.
But before he could even process a response
The car started moving.
Forward.
Straight toward the wall.
Straight toward that… thing.
Alex’s heart dropped.
His eyes widened in horror.
“HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
His panic exploded.
“We’re gonna hit the WALL! THAT THING IS PURE ELECTRICITY IF WE TOUCH IT, WE’LL BE FRIED ALIVE!”
He yelled, his body pressing against the seat in terror.
The Butler remained silent.
Calm.
Unfazed.
He simply pressed down on the accelerator.
WOOOOOOSH.
Alex felt his entire body compress.
A strange sensation overtook him
Like he was being squeezed through a tight space at insane speed.
His chest tightened.
His ears rang.
For a moment, he felt like he was falling through an endless tunnel.
Then
It was over.
The car stopped.
Alex’s entire body shivered.
His hair stood on end, static clinging to his skin.
“What… the… hell… was that?!”
His voice shook, his breath uneven.
The Butler calmly stepped out of the car, closing his door smoothly before walking around.
With a graceful bow, he opened Lucian’s door.
“We are here, sir.”
Alex’s brain stuttered.
His heart was still hammering when his eyes snapped to his surroundings.
Wait.
Where… are they?
His jaw dropped.
“HOLD UP WASN’T THIS ROOM DARK AND OLD JUST A SECOND AGO?!”
He spun around in pure shock.
The dim, abandoned garage they had been in was gone.
Instead
They were in a bright, futuristic-looking room.
Everything was pristine white.
Sleek. Smooth.
A place that shouldn’t exist underground.
“What the hell just happened?!”
His eyes darted everywhere, trying to find an answer.
Then
His gaze locked onto the blue flickering portal behind them.
The Rolls Royce was now positioned with its back toward the wall.
As if it had just emerged from the portal.
From thin air.
Lucian stepped out of the car, hands lazily stuffed into his pockets.
A small chuckle escaped his lips as he glanced at Alex.
“Don’t overthink it, man. It’s just a simple quantum portal.”
“A what?!”
Lucian shrugged.
“We just got teleported from that place to here. How else do you think he got There so fast? With just one text?”
He chuckled, clearly enjoying Alex’s dumbfounded reaction.
Alex stared at him.
His mind blank.
“Wait… wait, REALLY?!
TELEPORTATION EXISTS?!
WHY HAVEN’T I SEEN THIS ON THE NEWS?!”
His eyes widened even further as he looked around again.
This was REAL.
He had actually traveled through space in a second.
What kind of technology was this?!
Lucian smirked.
“The world is a lot more advanced than you think, buddy.”
Alex was speechless.
His gaze kept flickering between the portal and the room.
“This… this is insane…”
He muttered, completely awestruck.
For a moment
He even forgot he was scared.
“Here, sir. Follow me.”
The Butler spoke again, his voice polite but firm.
He didn’t even acknowledge Alex’s reaction.
As if this was all normal.
Without another word, Butler began walking toward the exit of the room.
Lucian followed casually, still smirking.
His posture relaxed, as if this was just another Tuesday.
Alex, however
Still frozen in place.
His mind was still catching up.
Then
With a deep breath, he shook his head and hurried after them.
He had too many questions.
And he was going to get some answers.
Alex hurried after Lucian, catching up as they walked through the grand hallway.
His eyes wandered, taking in the overwhelming extravagance around him.
Everything was expensive.
Italian marble flooringso polished it reflected light like a mirror.
The walls were covered in ornate gold-trimmed wallpaper.
But the most ridiculous part?
The paintings.
Hundreds of them, jammed together with no regard for space or aesthetics.
One on top of another.
Some even overlapping each other.
It felt claustrophobic.
Like someone shoved an entire museum into one hallway.
Alex cringed internally.
“What kind of crazy billionaire hoards wealth like this?”
His fingers twitched at the sheer lack of taste.
This wasn’t luxury.
This was insecurity screaming through money.
After a few minutes of walking through the overstuffed mess, they finally arrived at a grand platinum-colored door.
It looked like it was made of solid steel, its sheer size imposing.
The Butler turned, his sharp gaze landing on them.
His voice dropped to a serious tone.
“Behave yourselves inside.
You’re about to meet one of the Seven Patriarchs one of the most powerful figures in the world.”
Alex gulped.
His nerves spiked.
Lucian, however, didn’t react.
His hands remained lazily tucked in his pockets.
Without even acknowledging the Butler’s warning
He stepped inside.
Alex hesitated for half a second.
Then
He followed.
The moment the door shut behind them
Alex froze.
His eyes burned at the sheer chaos of the room.
And here he thought the hallway was bad.
This… this was worse.
Piles of gold bars, diamond jewelry, and priceless artifacts were stacked carelessly across the room.
Some were leaning against the walls.
Some were just dumped on the floor.
Nothing was organized.
It was as if someone looted ten different banks and threw everything into a pile.
“This isn’t a room… this is a freaking dragon’s hoard.”
Alex’s eyebrow twitched.
His gaze flickered to the bright red carpet stretching toward the center.
And finally
To the main attraction.
A massive wooden desk stood near the back.
Two normal chairs were placed in front of it.
And behind it
A golden-red throne.
Yes.
A literal throne.
Sitting on it was a shirtless, muscular Russian looking man.
He was wearing shorts
Nothing else.
Alex blinked.
“Wait… what?”
He had expected an elegant, old-money figure.
Not a bare-chested, heavyweight boxer.
Before he could process the scene
The Russian man suddenly stood up.
“YOUUUUII BROTHERRRR!”
His deep, booming voice echoed across the room.
Before anyone could react
He jumped over the desk, landing with a loud thud.
And then
He tackled Lucian in a bear hug.
Alex’s soul left his body.
“What… what is happening right now?”
Lucian, clearly uncomfortable, barely patted the man’s back.
“Alright, alright…”
Lucian muttered, trying not to cringe.
“STRONG BOY!”
The Russian pulled back, gripping Lucian’s arms.
His blue eyes shone with excitement.
“YOU HAVE HARD MUSCLES.
WHEN I SAW YOU FIRST TIME, I THOUGHT YOU LOOKED LIKE WEAK MONKII JUST NOW!”
He suddenly jabbed a finger into Lucian’s chest.
“YOU MAN STRONG. ME WANNA FIGHT.”
Alex took a step back.
His brain was still rebooting.
But as he stared at the massive Russian man, something clicked.
He had seen him before.
Somewhere
Cant remember
Lucian sighed, rubbing his temples.
“Calm down, brother.
We have something important to discuss first.”
The Russian scratched his head, then grinned.
“YES, YES. BUSINESS. SERIOUS BUSINESS.”
He slapped Lucian’s shoulder forcefully, nearly knocking him over.
Then
He laughed.
“SORRY, BROTHERRR. ME NOT GOOD WITH MEMORY.
WHAT WAS YOUR NAME AGAIN?”
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