My 1000th Attempt Worked Novels & Stories

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So, the issue wasn’t with my bank. I tried Sarah’s account again, typing the number carefully. This time I entered “70,000” and pressed “Send.” “Declined.” I tried again, lowering it to “5000.” “Declined.” Again, the red light flashed angrily, mocking me. I leaned back in my chair, my brows furrowed. It was beginning to make sense now. First, she refunded the money. Now, every attempt to credit her account was being blocked. Could it be that she had frozen her account completely?

I could almost see the wheels turning in her mind as she attempted to create a mental inventory of the myriad candles that illuminated our space. But I was the one who held that figure etched in my memory. Because I was the one here... every day. "One thousand, three hundred and sixty-five," I finally stated, the words hanging in the still air. I paused, my gaze drawn to the newly lit candle. “…well…sixty-six when we add this one. It’s how many times I tried," a shaky breath escaped my lips, "How many times I failed." Diana’s breath hitched, and she made a small, strangled sound.

My hands slipped off the mouse, they were so sweaty. Then — the numbers appeared. I blinked. Was I seeing things? No — it was real. It was real. 1500. Not just the 1400 I needed. 1500. I gasped. My body froze. Tears blurred my vision. All the sleepless nights, the silent crying, the moments I wanted to give up... It all led to this. But then reality hit. A good score was just the beginning. I still needed the actual scholarship. I stood up, pacing, trying to calm down.

SUPPLEMENTAL DATA CORRUPTED. ADDENDUM: SUBJECT HAS ATTEMPTED RECONSTRUCTION OF DESIGNATION ELARA-01 APPROXIMATELY 10,473 TIMES. ALL ATTEMPTS FAILED. Lyra's heart stuttered. Ten thousand four hundred seventy-three attempts. Each failure, each reconstruction, each pair of eyes opening without recognition. Each scream.

Before anyone else came in and caught me. I took a deep breath and started punching in numbers. First, I tried my father’s birthday. Nothing. Then my mother’s. Still nothing. I tried Clara’s birthday next, then mine, even though I doubted he’d use something that sentimental. Every time the keypad flashed red and beeped in rejection, my stomach twisted tighter. “Come on, you bastard…” I muttered under my breath, trying another combination — the date of their wedding anniversary. Red light again. I kept going, trying every important date I could remember and every failed attempt made me panic even more.

Third Person “Come on,” Elena muttered under her breath. She was in the middle of working on her tenth attempt at merging all of the elements she’d worked out through her equations. Several days had passed since she returned to Vitals to utilize their chem lab. And thus far, she hadn’t been making much progress in terms of physically creating a treatment. The first nine attempts fell through, causing that original shadow of concern to seep into reality. Yet, she kept trying. Giving up was not an option. And failure? That was unfortunately something that would only be determined at the end.

"I understand." I covered my mouth, trying to will up some crocodile tears after being rejected. However, I couldn't help but burst into triumphant cackles when I heard the system notification. "Congratulations, you've unlocked a side quest. You will be rewarded two million for this quest!" said the system. 'If one confession is worth one million, then confessing to 8 billion people would—' "Do have some shame!" The system quickly nipped my idea in the bud and added a line in small text. "There's a limit of 10 million."

--- [Reward Granted: $100 × Multiplier (×3)] [Total Earned: $300] Everything froze but it wasn't the same as the earlier one. It felt like Adam had imagined it rather than it actually happening. [Balance Updated: $300.00] Adam's breath caught. It worked. He would have to check if it actually deposited into his account but he believed it would work. --- "Whatever," the guy muttered suddenly, looking away. "You're not worth my time." But it didn't sound as confident as before.

I never knew this was going to be so hard. I took it off, readjusted it, and put it on again. But it still looked wrong. I tried to recollect exactly how the attendant did it yesterday but I still didn’t get it right. My patience was already running out and I started reconsidering what the point of this was to begin with. But I’ve come too far to give up now. I tried it on for the fourth time and this time around, it actually settled in. “Finally!” I yelled out excitedly.