The Earth After Rebirth

They marched on like soldiers going to a war and in a way, they were at war with Waynworth Enterprise. A company that seemed to have sprung up out of nowhere and was already making waves around the country.

Their demeanor made it clear that they were getting ready for something and they didn\'t let the weather get in the way of that.

The government had commanded people to stay in, but Blakeson had always bent the rules to favour him. The government was truly nothing but puppets controlled by the sanctum.

"Load these chairs in the truck." Trent gave his orders.

They were getting ready for their own launch for the gaming pods. Blakeson ensured luxury for the guests, so he was transporting the one of kind set of chairs and tables that he had in his estate. Find exclusive stories on empire

Trent was given strict orders and he was following them to the brim. After their many setbacks, they needed a successful launch. Even Trent was praying desperately for one.

He didn\'t believe in any gods, but was hopeful that they were real this time and could hear his wishes and grant them.

He didn\'t know how his master would react to yet another loss. It was essential that they won this round, otherwise he wasn\'t quite sure he could handle a great outburst from Gilbert.

Even blind eyes could see the brewing storm that was happening within him. He was within an inch of his sanity, it seemed that one wrong thing, just one disaster would detonate him into smithereens.

He walked around the estate, ensuring that the workers did everything perfectly. Of course the event wouldn\'t be held there, they\'d already secured the best venue the upper district had to offer.

His phone rung, he had to quickly run up the house, it was quite the spectacle seeing an old man running through the slipperly ground without slipping once.

Taking the jacket off was quite the hassle.

"Trent speaking." He answered wiping the snow off his jacket.

"Sir. We\'ve gathered some information Sir. The Waynworths are going to launch on the same day, but they could only acquire a venue in the middle district. Not even the better areas too, the ones closest to the lower district too.

"The venue can only accommodate around 300 people at the max and that\'d be pushing it. I can confirm that we are definitely going to beat them in this round."

The guy said smiling greatly. He was clearly in the know about the competition between Blakeson Tech and Waynworth Enterprise. If you couldn\'t tell by his expression, the excitement was in his voice.

Trent nodded with great satisfaction, they did their best to hold out the venues so that they didn\'t get any good ones.

He couldn\'t lie to himself, this dug deeper into their pockets. Especially having to reconstruct the Blakeson Tech building and now this, bribing venue owners so they rejected their competition. It was definitely costly.

"Good job, don\'t slack off. Don\'t grow lax. Keep a close eye on things, they always have a way to pull one over us." He hung up.

He was suddenly in a better mood, he didn\'t bother going outside. He walked straight to his master\'s study, to tell him the good news.

Trent hadn\'t even pushed the door open when he heard Gilbert biting someone\'s head off. He pushed the door and opened it a little bit, leaving it ajar.

Gilbert Blakeson was on the phone, saying more curses than his mouth could keep up. The moment he dropped the call, it flew to the wall. If it wasn\'t made of really durable material, it would\'ve shattered on impact.

Trent couldn\'t bring himself to talk, he just stood by the door. Having opened it wide by instinct, he couldn\'t back down and pretend to not have seen this.

"Trent, what\'s the matter?" He asked when he noticed him at the door frame.

He wasn\'t sure whether these were good enough news. But he had to tell him, especially now that he seemed to be in a sour mood.

"We just received good news Master Blakeson. We were able to restrict Waynworth Enterprise to a venue closer to the lower district." He told him, albeit, reluctantly.

He took a deep sigh and smirked, "a lower district venue, for a lower district company. It suits them."

"Indeed Master. I told Colt to keep a close eye on them, so we aren\'t surprised by anything." He continued unsure whether to continue incase Gilbert\'s anger was related to this.

"What\'s the news on our headquarters? Your explosives did a number on it. I\'ll never be happy about that." He asked absentmindedly.

"It is finished Sir, workers will come in tomorrow."

"Tell them not to, the last thing we want is for the public to further question our innocence."

"Yes, Master."

He lingered for a moment, hoping he could confide in him about what he walked in on but he never did. He asked to be excused and Gilbert allowed it.

He didn\'t even hear the door close. His thoughts completely consumed him. He shouldn\'t be thinking about anything else, but the news he\'d received earlier made their way to the front of his head.

As unbelievable as it was, he couldn\'t help but ponder.

He should be worried about Waynworth Enterprise, the fact that their sales have gone up because of that video, he should be focused on countering that but he wasn\'t.

Yes the news made him angry for but a second but his focused was easily stolen by this news. It was too insane to be real.

\'That stupid game, Asgard Online is real?\'