With his speed, it didn't take Jacob long to return to his mansion.
Cogman was tending to the garden when Jacob showed up. The butler straightened, dusted off his gloves, and walked over.
"Good morning, sir."
"Good morning." Jacob replied.
"Where did you spend the night, sir?" Cogman asked.
"At Lydia's." Jacob said simply. Then he gestured toward the house. "Now, let's go inside. We have a mission on Saturday, and I'm sure you're going to love it."
Cogman followed him into the mansion. "Should I prepare breakfast first?"
Jacob sank onto the couch in the living room and shook his head. "No, I already ate. Sit down."
Cogman took a seat.
Jacob retrieved two cards from his pocket dimension and handed one to Cogman. "This is a bank card I took from some very evil people yesterday. It has four million on it. I need you to make the money legally ours. Can you do that?"
Cogman examined the card with interest. "It will take some work, but yes—it can be done."
"Good." Jacob held up the second card. "Now, this one is more important. It's an invitation card to an illegal auction in Las Vegas. They don't just sell herbs. They sell organs, women, live and dead supernatural creatures. Everything."
Cogman tilted his head. "And what exactly are we going to do there, sir?"
Jacob's expression turned cold. "We're going to take all their money, kill a few of them, and destroy the auction. And you're allowed to do whatever you want to them."
A spark of excitement lit Cogman's mechanical gaze. "May I rip their heads off, sir? Crush their windpipes? Break their bones and..."
Jacob cut him off with a wave. "You can do whatever you want to them. They're just a bunch of monsters who don't deserve to live."
Cogman smiled darkly. "Excellent. By the way, sir… how did you get these two cards?"
Jacob told him what had happened in the woods the night before. As he finished the story, the rumble of a truck stopping at the gate reached his ears.
"I think your materials just arrived." Jacob said, rising. "Stay here. I'll bring them in."
He went to the front gate, instructed the delivery men to drive inside, and had them unload everything in front of the mansion.
As the first truck left, another one arrived—this time delivering a piano before driving away.
Cogman went outside, his eyes lit up the moment he saw the piano. He immediately moved the piano inside, set it up, and began playing Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D Minor.
Jacob simply listened until the final note rang out, then clapped. "That was actually good."
Cogman bowed slightly. "Thank you, sir. The piano still needs some tuning, but I'll handle that once I finish constructing my new skin, along with the computers and phones."
"Speaking of that." Jacob said. "can you make a mask for me too? Preferably one that lets me look like whoever I want."
Cogman said. "That's easy, sir. But you'll need to tell me the faces you want. I'll design a phone app to help you control the mask and switch between them at will."
Jacob thought for a moment. "Alright. Start with Heath Ledger's Joker. I want to go to that auction as the Joker. Then add a few celebrities and random faces. Oh, and make extra masks if you can—in case the girls ever need them."
Cogman asked. "So, I should make three masks, sir?"
"No." Jacob said, shaking his head. "Make more if possible. I'm going to have more mates in the future."
Cogman asked. "More mates? You mean… more wives, sir?"
Jacob's lips curled into a smirk. "Why? Do you think it's weird, or do you think I'm a scumbag?"
Cogman's response was immediate. "I don't find it weird, but you are most definitely a scumbag, sir."
Jacob chuckled. "Didn't your former masters have harems?"
Cogman replied. "No. Having more than one wife was illegal. However, some had mistresses, but it never ended well for them."
Jacob leaned forward with interest. "What happened to them?"
Cogman recounted. "One was stabbed nearly to death by one of his mistresses. Another was poisoned—though he survived. A third almost had his penis cut off by his wife when she discovered his affair. I must say, sir, I'm quite curious to see what will happen to you."
"Nothing will happen to me." Jacob said confidently. "I already told Lydia and Allison that I'll have more wives."
"I hope you're right, sir." Cogman said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am going to get busy. You likely will not hear from me for a day or two."
"Alright. Go."
Cogman went outside the mansion and took the boxes of materials to the guest house. Jacob went upstairs, flopped onto his bed, and quickly fell asleep.
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He woke at 2 p.m., stretching with a yawn. "Aahhh… that was a good nap. And the best part is, I didn't have any more nightmares about killing those people."
He smirked. 'System, sign in.'
[Daily sign-in successful. Rewards obtained:
– Krabby Patty ×40 (SpongeBob SquarePants): The most legendary burger in Bikini Bottom.
– Smith & Wesson Model 500: A powerful .500 Magnum revolver with a box of 100 rounds.
– Winnie the Pooh Plush Toy (Extra Large).]
Jacob scanned the rewards and grinned. "A gun again, huh? I'll test it in the backyard. But first, I want to try the Krabby Patty."
He pulled one from his pocket dimension, took a big bite, and chewed thoughtfully. "This is definitely not meat… but for a vegan burger, it's really good."
He stood up and headed for the backyard, munching on more Krabby Patties as he went.
Once outside, he reached into his pocket dimension, pulling out the Smith & Wesson Model 500. The massive revolver gleamed in the sunlight, its sheer weight and craftsmanship making his pulse quicken. Jacob turned it over in his hands, admiring the steel frame and the oversized cylinder.
He loaded a round with a satisfying click, raised the gun, and aimed at a nearby tree. With a squeeze of the trigger, the revolver thundered. The sound was deafening, echoing across the property like a cannon blast.
The tree shuddered violently. The .500 Magnum round tore through its bark, blasting out a fist-sized chunk of wood and leaving a gaping crater. Splinters sprayed everywhere, and the trunk creaked under the sheer force.
Jacob lowered the revolver, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Wow… that's really loud and powerful. I love this gun."
Then Jacob thought. 'Should I try it on my hand? I need to see if a powerful gun like this can penetrate my skin.'
After a moment of consideration, he decided. 'I'll do it. Even if the bullet gets through, I'll heal quickly anyway.'
He loaded another round, pointed the gun at his palm, and after taking a deep breath, pulled the trigger.
The bullet hit his palm with tremendous force. Although it didn't penetrate his skin, the impact hurt more than he'd expected. A sharp, jarring pain shot up his arm.
"AAAHHHH! That really hurt!" Jacob yelled, shaking his hand.
He looked at his palm and saw a dark red mark that was already fading, but much slower than the mark left by the Glock.
'It didn't break the skin.' He thought. 'But the bruise is healing slower than the one from the Glock, and the pain is so much worse. I can still feel it deep in the bones and muscles of my hand.'
Jacob loaded the gun and stowed it back in his pocket dimension. He walked back into the mansion, had a big lunch, and then settled in the living room to watch anime while he waited for Lydia.
At four PM, Lydia arrived. She found him in the living room, walked over, and gave him a kiss.
"Hey, you. Where's Cogman?" She asked.
"He's busy making his skin. Did anything interesting happen at school?" Jacob replied.
Lydia shrugged. "No, nothing much."
"Do you want to get something to eat?" He offered.
"No, I already had lunch at school with Allison." She said.
"Then what do you want to do today?"
Lydia smirked and settled onto his lap. "I want to do you."
Jacob kissed her and smiled against her lips. "Let's go upstairs, then."
He carried her up, their lips locked together. He shouldered the bedroom door open, kicked it closed behind them, and they tumbled onto the bed, breathless from kissing.
Jacob looked into her eyes, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I love you."
"I… I love you too." Lydia stammered.
Jacob raised an eyebrow. "You sound nervous. What's wrong? This isn't like you."
She bit her lip, glancing away. "It's just… I'm not a virgin like Allison, and I'm afraid you'll… dislike me or something." She confessed.
Jacob cupped her cheek and kissed her deeply. "Lydia, I don't care about that. If I did, I never would have gotten close to you in the first place. Now stop overthinking and let's just enjoy ourselves."
Relief flickered in her eyes, quickly replaced by a mischievous smirk. She pushed him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him. "Good. Then I'll be in charge."
Jacob grinned up at her. "Sure. Let's see how long you can last."
With that, they melted into another kiss. Soon, clothes were discarded and and they lost themselves in each other, starting a lovemaking session that lasted for a few hours.
To be continued… 😊