Ha, did you guys sleep well? Because I didn't. For the past whole week, I've been planning my biggest adventure—and great news—my perfect plan is almost finished. Wanna hear it?
Of course, I couldn't keep this a secret from you, could I?
Okay, where to start...
Ahh, let's rewind back to me and my parents. Well, we aren't that close like other families. Maybe I'm too bright, or too mature, or too old—something like that. So, they have no idea how to handle me. And I'm the perfect kid: I get good grades, I'm polite, and not once have I cried or asked for anything from them. Which is exactly according to my plan.
Although we aren't that close, they are still my parents, and they still love me. And do you know what humans do when they love someone? They try to fulfill that someone's wish. So why haven't I asked for anything? Because I'm going to ask for something really big—just once—and by big, I mean impossibly big. I'm going to ask for a family vacation to a country in Europe. My point is:
"The longer you hold your chances and play your cards well, the bigger the prize you can ask for."
What are you doing? Take notes—I'm giving you free life lessons, jeez.
So, I've been a really good and quiet boy for a long time, and all that time, I never asked for anything from them. This is where I played my cards perfectly. And of course, I bet those two have been craving to give me a present or reward. All they need is a reason. And ta-da... that reason arrives with my report card one October morning.
All this time, I laid low and kept my grades just good enough—but of course, that was all part of my plan. I mean, really? Getting top 1 in primary school exams isn't even a challenge for a million-year-old genius like me.
Well, of course for my parents, that's a huge success. And I don't even know what makes them happier—my grades, or the relief of shaking off the guilt of never buying anything for their boy.
Whatever. This is my chance. And there's no way I'm letting it slip.
So, I asked, "Father, Mother, may I ask for a favor?"
Mother replied (with a really big smile, like she'd been waiting her whole life for this moment),"Yes, sweetheart. Anything you want, tell me."
I looked at my father, and he nodded, meaning go ahead, son.
"I want to go on a vacation to Velkaria."
Mother went silent—meaning she knew exactly where it was. But Father, on the other hand, had no clue. Maybe he thought it was some kind of local playground.
Father replied, "Of course, son. If that's what you want. Perhaps we can go this weekend. Where exactly is this Valkyrie?"
Before I could say a word, Mother corrected him, "It's Velkaria, Arthur. That's a country in Europe."
Silence filled the room—I could even hear the street kids feeding birds.
Then Mom's voice (which she was probably controlling to be soft and gentle) broke the silence: "Honey, tell me, do you really know where Velkaria is?"
I nodded. "Yes, I do."
Mother replied, "Why do you want to go there, hon? That place is really far from here."
Father added, "Yes, son. And you'd have to ride a really big plane. If you want a vacation, we can just go somewhere nearby, like somewhere in this country."
Hmm. From the look of it, they didn't want to say no directly, but they were trying to persuade me not to go. So, what shall I do?
Well, in this kind of situation, Mother is the key. My fellows, take note—girls show great compassion and mercy. If you win over the woman, you automatically beat her man. That's logic. And same here.
What's more effective than using a mother's love?
I looked straight into Mother's eyes. She looked away as I said, "Mother, I've never asked you for anything, have I? Because I always worried it would be a burden for you."
Mother shook her head, looking sad. "Oh, honey, no…"
I continued, "But this time, I just want to show you guys my project."I raised my voice, getting more enthusiastic: "It's called AP3024—a drone I built at school. Here, look!"
I showed them a picture of me and my friends with our final projects before the term break.
They stared at it so hard I thought I could feel heat from their eyes.
I continued the scam: "And my drone actually works. Teacher Susan suggested I enter a drone competition in Velkaria, but—"I paused and dropped my face, sneaking a look at their reaction.
Mother was staring at Father with a what-the-heck-do-we-do-now? face. Father looked back with a how-did-he-make-a-freaking-drone?! expression.
Time for the critical hit:
"But it's okay, Mother. I get it. I'm sorry. I was asking for too much. That drone will probably end up in the school bin by next year anyway."
And the fish took the bait.
"Ohh, honey, don't worry! Of course, we'll go to Europe—next week!"
Father interrupted, "Wait, do we? — Ouch!"(he got hit with Mother's basic attack)"Yes, of course... we will... go there."
I could still see he was reluctant. Understandable. For an average family, a vacation to Europe isn't exactly affordable.
But I had already thought about that, too.
See, the lottery system these days is a little complicated. Although I memorized a few winning numbers from my past lives, it never works the same way after reincarnation. Maybe the probability is too low—like one in a million. That's something I've figured out over my lifetimes.
I can't rely on my past lives' knowledge when the probability of an event is lower than 1 in a million (that is, less than 0.000001). Basically, I can't control events based purely on dumb luck.
But I can still predict the last four digits of a million-dollar prize. And if I got those right...
Ding dong. Ding dong.
Mother and Father both looked relieved by the doorbell. They had no idea how to handle the situation anymore.
Mother smiled, "Oh! I think it's the delivery I ordered from Amazonian. Let me grab it."
Father stopped her, "Wait a minute, Sweetie. I think you got that order two days ago. This might be something from my coworkers." And he rushed toward the door.
Mother grabbed his arm. "Ouch, that hurts!"
"No, no, Arthur, I think this one's for me—I ordered again."
"I don't think so, Sweetie. If it's from my job, it could be very important. I have to take it."
And they both ran out, still arguing about whose package it was.
But of course, that doorbell wasn't for either of them. It was my ticket to Velkaria.
Not long after, my parents rushed back to the living room with a letter.
"Honey, pack your luggage—we won the lottery!"
Ha! As I expected—first mission complete, guys. Wanna know how I did it?
Well, a good magician never reveals his tricks...But I will—for my readers.
Firstly, you must know: like every other standard family, my parents buy three lottery tickets once a month. One for Mother, one for Father, and one for me.
So, all this time, I've been looking for tickets that didn't win, but had the same last four digits as winning tickets in my past lives. I can't predict full winning numbers anymore, but the last four digits? Those still match sometimes.
So, I've been collecting the prize money from matching those last four digits. And when I saved enough money for a Europe trip, I mailed it back to our house through different cities—pretending that one of this month's tickets had won the prize.
You might wonder: How could I lie and scam my parents with a straight face? Well, for me, that's no big deal. I've done a thousand times worse.
Now you know the answers to:
WHERE is Velkaria?and
WHO is Velkaria?
But I'll ask you one better:
WHY is Velkaria?
Have I mentioned how I had to survive a zombie apocalypse in one of my past lives?
Well, the lab where the zombie virus originated is in Velkaria. I won't tell you the full details, but basically, they were trying to cure cancer by mutating rat cells. Unfortunately, that rat was infected with rabies—which later mutated into the zombie virus.
It took a really long time to find a cure. And the cure only works within 5 minutes after infection—before the host dies.
But here's the good news: Those people cured gained inhuman abilities, stable and longer-lasting body cells, and unimaginable stamina.
And guess what? The one and only million-year-old me remembers the formula for the cure.
I'm going to sell it to the lab and make an insane amount of money.
In other words...
To make money I need A trip to death.
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