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Magic Ball: the Billionaire in Ranch

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With a magical ball, Noah becomes a billionaire effortlessly.

Improve the rate of time passing, lead to a different dimension space, awaken animal to human-like intelligence...

The magical ball grants him more and more superpower.

This is the slice of a billionaire's life in the ranch.

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1 Something mysterious in the air
Turning-off the cooking stove, Noah let the simmering egg, bacon, and ham cool down for a bit. He turns around, eyes scanning the glass table behind him filled with containers. Near an overflowing bowl of fruits and cheese, Noah spotted the ciabatta bread on the wooden tray. As an Italian himself, he can’t have a peaceful picnic breakfast without it. “All set then,” he whispered to himself. Living at Knox City for years had its pros and cons. A well-paid salary definitely leaned on Noah’s good side, but the workload and skipping various family occasions is what bothered him most. His parents are, after all, old enough, just like the majority of his country’s population, and he wants to spend at least some of his breaks with them. But working more than eight hours a day left him drained during the weekend. All he ever ended up doing was to sleep in till late in the afternoon. It didn’t help lift his mood when his boss would call in the middle of the night, bombarding him with revisions about the data he collected for his upcoming sales report with their branch head. Noah’s convinced that this is the first Saturday morning that he gets to experience relaxation. He didn’t think twice when he saw an ad on a particular billboard near his apartment, displaying a group of friends having a picnic underneath a trees’ shade. Later on, he found himself planning eagerly for a trip. Looking at the wall clock above the refrigerator, Noah swiftly gathered his stuff in his arms while he rode down the elevator towards the parking lot. He placed them on his car’s trunk and wondered if he had locked his door. No memory of it resurfaced. Without thinking twice, he jogged back to his apartment. This time, Noah turned his door’s handle to make sure it’s locked. He hurriedly went back to the parking lot and started the engine of his car.   Before he set off on his trip, he had asked several colleagues for their suggestions about what mountain should do for his trekking. One senior recommended a nearby mountain within Knox City itself. Noah wasn’t really going to be picky about it. He just wants a nice rest underneath the trees. His caramel eyes fleeted to his car’s rear-view mirror and caught sight of his taper cropped, brown hair. The winding road leading to the foot of the mountain wasn’t an easy route to maneuver, so he needs to put extra caution on his breaks. After a few minutes of cautiously shifting and turning his gears, Noah finally spotted a parking lot that led to the foot of the mountain. Once he stepped outside, he noticed dark clouds already gathered in the once blue sky he had seen back home. He scanned the entire area. No one seems to be around. He had no idea where to start trekking, and there wasn’t a single person that he could ask for directions. According to his colleague at work, this particular mountain is swarming with tourists every weekend. Odd enough, he didn’t spot anyone nearby. Ignoring his worries, for now, Noah proceeded to open the back of his car. Slipping his backpack on, he tilted his head upwards to observe the weather. “Seems to be fine as of now,” he said as he headed towards a small path near a waiting shed. From his observation, the trail led upwards. Noah assumed it would probably land him to his destination. Though when he began walking, he noticed that the tracks were somewhat rocky, and if he didn’t pay attention to his surroundings, he might end up slipping to his demise. The sky became darker, and a shiver crawled on his skin as the wind grew colder. It was like an unprecedented storm suddenly decided to make its way to Knox City. Noah was starting to have second thoughts as he continued to push forward. A few raindrops came, and it was enough a sign to convince him that climbing up a mountain all by himself was rash and dangerous. When the rain began pouring, it dampens the rocky soil Noah had been climbing for minutes. He thought it wouldn’t be a good idea to keep hiking these soils. And besides, he wouldn’t enjoy his meal if he were to dine on the damp earth. Sighing, Noah wiped his forehead drenched with beads of sweat and rain. “Guess it wasn’t my day,” he mumbled while adjusting his backpack’s strap. Turning, he managed to take one step backward before he felt a big rock beneath his foot. Losing his balance, Noah heard the crushing of his bones as he stumbled and fell harshly on the damp soil. He cried out while rolling down unstoppably on the slippery path of the mountain. Eyes closed, his breathing ragged, Noah lost consciousness as darkness claimed him.   Hours? Minutes? A mere second? Noah didn’t know how long it has been. The sound of water whispered calmly in his ears. He was freezing and is somewhat oddly drenched. His eyes throbbed like a rock was smashed on his skull. When his vision came, Noah blinked a few times. He immediately sat straight. He felt light-headed for a second, but other than that, he felt fine. His brow creasing, Noah raised his hands and saw drops of water gliding down his palms. His arms felt fine, though. There were no broken bones anywhere—no scratches or bruises. Pain—there was none of it. He thought he might feel it later on, but it never came. Perhaps a concussion was happening inside his head, though his mind insisted that he’s definitely functioning well. He must have—through some miracle of god—landed on the softest land there is to be able to live like he didn’t have an unfortunate slip. Again, it was impossible. There was no logical explanation behind it. Still in shock, Noah couldn’t believe that he was alive without sustaining any injuries on any part of his body. His eyes instinctively roved the entire place, and concluded that he was in a stream; a rivulet between a valley. “Where…?” he trailed off as his heart pounded loudly. This was definitely not the place that he has been trekking earlier. Noah’s heartbeat wavered, but he didn’t know whether to feel scared or relieved. He was, after all, alone in an unknown place. The confusion circled about in Noah’s brain. His backpack was still attached to his back. His hands roved through his pocket and found his phone dead. Water must have penetrated inside it. The cold wind caressed his numb cheeks. His eyes caught something shiny submerged in the water. His gaze lingered on something luminous between two, moldy rocks not too far from where he sat. Curiosity won over his mind. Slowly, Noah pulled himself forward and went against the stream’s current. He bent over, his eyes squinting at the sight of the mysterious object beneath him. With tender hands, Noah carefully took the glowing ball out of the freezing water. Since he too was drenched, he had nothing to wipe it dry with. He held it cautiously with two of his palms to make sure that it will not slip out of his grip while he peered inside. From the outside, it looked like the typical crystal ball displayed back at his parents’ home. He brought the crystal ball closer to his face and was surprised to see a farmyard inside of it. A big tree with lush green leaves and tall branches were planted near a lovely clear pond filled with runny water and live fishes. The pond attracted Noah’s attention most as fishes of different colors, as if they were in a holographic game, swam in it. An entertained Noah followed their movements. Then, his eyes flitted to the small, wooden cabin next. Inside it, a locked silver-colored cabinet stood near its open window. It looked as if it was made with solid iron. Beside it was a wooden shelf filled to the brim with numerous kinds of books. The tree outside the window was, to Noah’s view, looked too realistic and intricate that it even swayed like the place had its own wind. Its lush colored leaves varying from bright orange to a vibrant green moved gracefully as if it were an expert in dancing. Ripe fruits ready to be plucked hanged on its branches, and Noah assumed it to taste sweet. Though he didn’t know for sure if they were edible. From the amazement he felt, Noah couldn’t help but reach inside. He gasped as his fingers surprisingly penetrated the crystal. The force inside felt like it was pulling him. He yelped a little as his entire hand got sucked, and soon, his existence was no longer visible to the naked eyed. His backpack was left on the stream below as the crystal ball floated back between the two rocks. Noah vanished into thin air.  

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