Divinity: Against the Godly System

"Since he's like a god, he must live close to the sky. Let me guess; his bedroom should be on the top floor, right?" Ryder declared proudly.

"Hahaha, you're wrong. Grandpa lives on the second-highest floor. His bedroom is there, as well. So not closest to the sky," the man replied.

"Ah, I can't believe I was wrong. Let me try again. Your grandfather is so wise. The South is a direction of knowledge, according to my grandfather. A wise person like your grandfather must follow this too. His bedroom must be in the South portion of that floor," Ryder said again.

"Hah, you really have no idea. My Grandfather's room is towards the North. In fact, his room is the first from the north," the young man replied, shaking his head.

"Ah, I'm wrong again. His wiseness is beyond my means. I thought I would understand him, but I'm no small before him," Ryder replied, sighing.

"I can't blame you. It's your first time here. Of course, you can't understand him," the young man replied.

"Anyway, this will be your room. You can go inside. Stay there until you're called. Ask the servants if you need anything. You aren't allowed to leave the room. The servants will bring you everything you need," the man said to Ryder as he stopped in front of a room and pointed towards the door.

Ryder nodded his head and acknowledged, "I understand."

He stepped inside the room and closed the door.

As Ryder entered the room, he checked everywhere to make sure that there were no cameras.

"Good. There are none. At least they aren't that suspicious. They only want to keep me here until they see my identity and get money," he muttered as he sat on the bed.

" This room is not bad. I guess I can enjoy their hospitality a little before I get started," he let out as he cracked his knuckles.

He stood up and walked towards the door.

Opening the door, he peered at the guards, " Can I get some ice tea? Oh, and I'm hungry, so bring some chips for me as well.'

The guards looked at him blankly as they said, 'Does this guy not know he is a prisoner here? Does he think he's at a hotel?'

"We will arrange for that. You go back and rest until then," the guards told Ryder.

"That's better. Oh, I forgot. What's for lunch? I take lunch in my room. Bring me some great dishes an hour later. I should be hungry by then," Ryder said before he entered the room again and closed the door.

"I wonder how furious those guys will be tomorrow when they know what happens," Ryder muttered as he sat on the bed again.

He laid down comfortably on the bed. His gaze landed on the roof.

"Hey Janus," he called out. "You saw the white-haired man, right. He seemed strong. If I fight him openly, what are chances of winning?" 

<Seventy Percent as long as you use all your abilities. Forty percent if you don't use your healing. Twenty percent if you don't use any powers that you received from the Bracelet of Immortality>

" So I have a hundred percent chance of winning, but I will have to show all my cards to them. That's not something I desire to do, but if it is needed, it won't be bad." Ryder placed his hand on his chin as he lost himself in thoughts.

"I need to be a clever enemy. The most crucial thing in a battle is the brain, not the strength. There are many routes to take care of the enemy. That should be the path of an assassin as well— cleverly killing the enemy without getting caught. The only problem is that I don't want to kill him only. I need him to tell me why he wanted to kill Bastion or who put him up to it?" Ryder murmured to himself.

" What can I use? I already used the love potion on the Police Chief. I doubt it could be useful in this case anyway," he let out.

"Janus, open store," Ryder commanded.

A semi-transparent screen opened in front of him, which contained all the items of the store that he found purchase.

"Sigh, the Strength Enhancing Pills are still not here. The first time I ate them, they were able to increase my strength by fifty percent. I only saw them once in the store before they disappeared. It would have been so good to have those pills now that I am already stronger," Ryder muttered as he scrolled through the items.

"Janus, do the Items of the store expire? I am certain some items of the past are missing. Do these items have a limited time offering or something?" he asked Janus, finally trying to clear his doubts.

Janus didn't answer him as Ryder scrolled through the items. 

"You always go silent when I talk about important things," Ryder let out in disappointment.

"There it is. I can use this to my advantage, I think," Ryder muttered as he smiled.

After getting the item he needed, he closed the screen.

Knock,

Hearing the knocking on the door, Ryder stood up. He got off the bed and walked towards the door.

Opening the door, he saw a servant standing outside with a tray in his hand, which contained Ice Tea and chips as Ryder had asked. 

Ryder took the tray from the servant's hand. "You're very fast. Good work. I will take it from here."

He closed the door and went back to the bed. 

Ring! Ring!

Ryder had just placed the tray on the table near the bed when his phone started ringing.

"Hey, Alice. Yeah, Bastion is right. I won't be coming home tonight. I'm staying in a hotel outside the city."

"That's right. I came for some business. I should be back by tomorrow."

"Alright, bye. Have fun."

Ryder disconnected the call after talking to Alice briefly before he sat on the bed.

He looked at the ice tea but decided not to drink it. He had just asked for it without the intention of drinking. He couldn't trust the Jackson Family enough to make sure that they didn't drug his tea.

He only picked up the packet of the chips. Tearing it open, he started eating it.

He rested on his bed and started eating snacks as he scrolled through the feed to waste time and to wait for the night.

The time kept passing slowly as Ryder kept getting bored. It seemed as if time was moving painfully slow.

Ultimately, night arrived. He was also served lunch and dinner, but he didn't eat anything due to his suspicions. The food remained on the table.

As the clock struck Twelve in the midnight, Ryder finally got off the bed. 

He opened the door, but it didn't open. "As expected. They locked the door at night so that I couldn't get out."

He could fly outside the window; however, the room he was kept in had no windows either. The only option he could see was to break the door.

Stepping back from the door, Ryder muttered, "It would make a lot of noise if I do that. That would spoil my plans. But I have no excess Origin Points to buy something else either. I guess using force is the only path left. I thought I could be stealthy. It looks like that's not in the cards."

Opening his inventory, he brought his guns out. He tucked one of the guns in his pants while he kept the other gun in his hand.

He applied the silencer on the gun before aiming it towards the lock.

"It won't be able to keep the noise down, but I should do what I can," he muttered as he closed one of his eyes. 

After making sure that his aim was right, he pulled the trigger.

The bullet left the gun and hit the lock, breaking it.

Without wasting a single second, Ryder ran towards the door and kicked it open, ready to fire at the guards that were outside; however, he found none. 

"They were so sure that I couldn't leave after they locked the door. So unprofessional," Ryder muttered as he sighed.

He walked towards the stairs that he had seen when he was brought to the room. He walked through the corridor to reach the stairs.

Finding the entire corridor empty, he couldn't help but wonder. Did this place have so much trust in their outer security that they didn't have any guards inside the Estate? 

He reached the stairs and moved upwards. 

Reaching the desired floor, he moved towards the Northern section and soon reached the last room.

"This should be the room of Elias," Ryder muttered as he reached out his hand towards the doorknob. He turned it as a force of habit, but the door opened.

"Fuck! The security can be lax, but not this lax! This is a trap!" Ryder cursed as the door opened so easily.