I Kept Pressing The 100-million-year Button Novels & Stories

Daniel is only two years old when Kai travelled to different planet and galaxy. “I need to go because this is my pledge to the galactic organization,” Kai said “I know, I’m just scared because you will be gone for almost five years. You will not see our son,” Maia said “I know but I promise to come back and we will raise our son together,” Kai said

Penny was so excited that she hugged Woody's arm and jumped with joy. "You got the legendary golden Reishi for just a million! How many times over did we multiply our worth? It's worth billions!" For a moment, she couldn't calculate the numbers. "A hundred times!" she finally said. Abraham quietly cut in and said, "No, it's a thousand times more!" Penny leaped with joy again. "A billion! That's enough to last a lifetime!

"What can come out of cultivating for ten years, that's way too short!" "It's really not," said Wilbur. "One year out here is a thousand years in my mirror dimension." "What?" Augheimer was shocked. "Are you serious, Wilbur?"

I’ve got a long way to go. Determined not to give up, Danial prepared to practice again. He placed the sword back in its sheath, positioning himself to repeat the motion when suddenly, the System’s panel popped up in front of him again. The cold, metallic voice echoed in his mind: "Repeat the Sword Drawing Move one billion times. Only then will the host be allowed to leave the realm of The Broken Stars." Danial froze, his eyes widening as the number flashed across the screen. One billion? His mind went blank for a second, disbelief washing over him. He could barely comprehend its sheer absurdity.

"I like it when you are happy." I reply with a wide smile. My phone bips. I look at it and look away nonchalantly. Clara should give me a break. Like for God's sake, I'm on a date. My phone bips again. I roll my eyes and don't even try looking at it. It bips again and again. I furrow my brow as I stare at my phone screen. So many messages at once.

I say, playing to see his aim. Scoffing, the man says. "Trust me, my cupcake isn't that cheap. Aim higher." "One million," I say, looking at the tank, and the water doesn't stop, and the button is still red. "Four million." "Ten million." "Fifteen million." "Twenty million." "Tsk tsk tsk....no one would think that you love your girlfriend with that amount." "She's not my girlfriend!" I yell in frustration. "I don't even fucking know her!"

Kane presses play and a millisecond later, a gruff voice from the device, fills the room. “My question is, do we really have to keep someone whose ability to continue his bloodline is as unlikely as expecting a pig to fly one day, on that throne?” I stare at the elder to whom the voice playing in the recording belongs and notice he has aged twenty years in one second.

Just enough chaos to buy Nina thirty seconds, maybe a minute, of pure distraction. My finger hovered over the final key. I let out a cold, satisfied nod to no one but myself. “This should buy her time,” I said under my breath. I pressed the button. On the big screen, chaos began to happen.