Patience Reward Novels & Stories

He had never seen Olliver talk to anyone like that before ever. "I did wait. But it was painful to watch you pretending to jot down and work on something that I know would take at least another thirty-four hours." The stranger said, surprising Smith once again. How did this man know what they were working on and how long they had to wait for any reaction? "It's called getting accurate details throughout the experiment. Of course, you wouldn't know anything about that since you barely ever walk out of your office. You might get fat very soon if don't watch out…"

He leads him to the dining table and gets him a glass of water “So when are you going to introduce me to you girlfriend, huh?” “Be patient will you , I’ll bring her to see you soon" “until when should I wait? until I die !” “stop saying ridiculous things and head to bed!,Have you taken your pills for the day? “ridiculous? How's that ridiculous,my wish is to see you married with children before I die” Ryan’s grandfather replied ignoring Ryan’s question “I’ll get your pills” Ryan leaves to get the pills from the drawer in the kitchen . He gives it to him with a glass of water

I drop my bag on the chair and rub my palms together, trying to steady myself. Then I suddenly hear it. A soft chime fills the room. I look up. The screen flickers into existence right in front of me, glowing blue and calm like it always does. [NEW TASK AVAILABLE] I swallow. “What now?” I mutter. The text scrolls. [ TASK: ATTACK SOMEONE WHO INFURIATES YOU ] I blink. “You’re joking,” I say out loud. The screen doesn’t change. Below it, smaller text appears. [REWARD: CONFIDENCE +20 ]

“As such we have decided to reward you. Kindly proceed to the door for your reward." Barbara’s sobbing slowed. Her eyes flickered. For half a second—just half—excitement flashed across her face. Then she remembered herself. She wiped her tears, putting on a fragile smile. “I—I don’t want a reward. I only want my partner back.” she whispered softly. “I wish my reward could be her.” Barbara stood and walked toward the reward door, barely able to suppress her excitement. Her hands trembled—not with fear— with anticipation.

Ethan’s voice came from somewhere above and behind me. “This is patience,” he said. Not angry. Informational, the way he said most things. “This is what it looks like when someone who has been doing this for a very long time decides that a particular problem requires a particular response.” A pause during which the men continued their work and I continued receiving it. “You are not the first person who has sat in one of my chairs and decided that effort and cleverness were going to produce a different outcome. You won’t be the last.”

I'd mapped it in my mind during the long years of my confinement—every dip and rise, every rabbit trail and deer path, every hidden gully and treacherous slope. My chair could handle things their feet couldn't. I'd made sure of it. The third trick was simpler than both— patience. They were waiting for me to make a mistake. To lead them somewhere interesting. To do something that justified the hours they'd spent trailing a cripple through the morning mist. I'd give them nothing. For hours, if I had to. For days. Because the thing about patience was that it favored the person who had already accepted that they might be waiting forever.

"I won't pay a million dollar. Don't forget that you will be getting weekly allowances plus other privileges for two years." What was with this privilege shit? Did they seriously believed she hasn't been privileged? If only they knew. She smirked. Silence reigned for a moment. "If you insist on getting a million dollar monthly, be rest assured that, you won't receive any weekly allowances. The choice is yours." Patricia was silent for a moment as she mused over the options presented. Her gaze focused on her fingers, suddenly fascinated by her manicure. Daniel drank his diet coke, anticipating a response from her while Dylan stared with a disgusting look.

"Which means the message is the move. He wanted you moving and reconfiguring and expending resources." Thalrion looks at me. "You've been thinking about this," he says. "I've been thinking about how he thinks," I say. "Eight years of being inside his patience teaches you the shape of it." I set the tablet down. "He's patient. He doesn't move without knowing what the next three moves are. The car park was not impulsive." I look at Thalrion. "So what does he get from you spending three hours sweeping three properties?"

Unprecedented. Within twenty-four hours, my inbox is a disaster zone. I ruthlessly scroll past the broke trolls and thirsty weirdos, filtering my DMs strictly for the ones who have already clicked "Pay." [Pandora — Pandora]: Are you seriously offering beauty treatments? [System: Payment Received] [Vampire Progenitor — Liviel]: Roomie! You do so much! But I just want a rematch, I hate losing! When are you free? [System: Payment Received] [Sea God — Philo]: Use a cute girl voice and say "I hate pine trees."

His phone buzzed softly in his pocket, a reminder from the Trillionaire System: [Daily Investment Yield: $12,417,890 credited to account.] [Special Mission Available: Humiliate Your Bully – Reward: Advanced Negotiation Skill + $5,000,000] The system’s voice, cold yet oddly encouraging, lingered in his head. “Opportunities don’t wait, host. Neither should you.” He didn’t need to be told twice.