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

When the crowd smelled the fragrance it emitted, they felt as if they had become ten years younger. Instantly, countless greedy eyes turned toward Chase. “Kid, you'll have a favor from the Gilligans if you sell the Centennial Blood Root to me,” Jerry threatened. Chase remained unmoved. Then, a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips as he said, “The Gilligans? They’re nothing to me.” “You…” Jerry flew into a rage. “Kid, I'm willing to offer one billion for the Centennial Blood Root,” Jaguar offered. However, Chase laughed. “One billion? I can let you kiss my ass for that price.”

I typed in a one with six zero's, but then changed it when I remembered the sweet words I overheard through the baby monitor. 1000.500, and I pressed enter. A million and five hundred—that's how much I could have loved those girls and their mom. If I had not fucked it all up.

He patted his sidekick’s shoulder and said, “My boy here mentioned that I spent 10 million dollars on the limited-edition McLaren. “One bad habit I have is that I never fix something once it’s broken. “So you need to pay me 10 million dollars.”

Except for Alex, Hunter Yates, and Gunner Young, everyone else was stunned. It was not that the people present had never seen money before, but it was too exaggerated. For most ordinary people, if they saved $100,000 a year, it would take 3,140 years. That meant continuous efforts of almost 80 generations to save the amount of money in Alex's card. This was the concept of $314 million.

I kept my eyes on the monitor, my hands moving with surgical precision over the keyboard. ​He walked over. He didn't stop at the edge of the desk this time. He stepped into my alcove, invading the small space until I could smell the sharp, metallic scent of his stress. ​I didn't move. I clicked a button, adjusting the saturation of a sunset shot—a shot we had filmed together on the island, though now it was just "Stock Footage B-Roll" to the rest of the world. ​Luke reached out and pressed the "Stop" button on my control deck.

“What did you do?” Richard walked closer. “I prepared humanity for evolution.” Samuel’s voice turned dangerous. “Explain.” Richard sighed. “You revealed the truth too early.” Adrian stepped forward. “So you decided to fix it?” Richard nodded. “Yes.” Samuel stared at him. “…How?” Richard pressed a button on the device. The television behind them suddenly switched on. A world map appeared. Red blinking dots covered it. Samuel’s stomach dropped. “…Bombs.” Richard nodded proudly.

his so-called girlfriend demanded angrily. I didn’t bother staying to watch the rest of the drama. But before leaving, I stepped closer to Zachary and leaned near his ear. “You’re mistaken, Mr. Knight,” I whispered. “Don’t mess with me.” His jaw tightened. “This isn’t over,” he said quietly. I smiled. “Oh really?” I replied. “Because I haven’t even started yet.” “Consider that a warm-up.” Then I walked away, leaving the chaos behind. My phone started ringing the moment I turned the corner. I pulled it out of my pocket and answered without checking the caller ID.

Scarred. Independent. She looked at Elena. “Mom.” Elena stepped closer. “Anna.” Anna looked at the boy. “He's not the biggest problem anymore.” Subject One groaned. “No.” Jonathan stared at her. “Could you please let us enjoy six consecutive seconds?” Anna almost smiled. Then the First Door displayed a new message. OUTSIDE POPULATION INDEXING Numbers appeared. One million. Ten million. A hundred million. Then beyond anything expected. Charles whispered: “These aren't all experiments.”

Marvin asked, "Boss, how are you going to handle it?" Millie looked at him and grinned. Marvin narrowed his eyes. He didn't understand. Was she going to sell it? He immediately began hopping in circles on the spot while screaming, "We're rich. We're going to be rich!" Ten billion! This ten billion was enough for them to invent countless fun gadgets. "I'm not selling it," Millie said. Marvin felt as though he'd been whacked on the head. She wasn't selling it? It had already been thrown into the rubbish heap. Why would they keep it?

someone from the crowd asked, eyes glued to the unfolding scenes. "Well, one day here is equivalent to one year there. So, if someone lives there for 60 years, it would only be two months here," I answered, clarifying the timeline. "However, if someone remains stubborn, we might extend the duration, making one day here equal to 100 years there. This allows them to experience multiple lifetimes, teaching them to release their anger and negative emotions. Once they've learned this, they can return to Eden to live happily ever after."