chapter 162 Good bye old mansion
Morning Mayhem: The Great Packing Disaster
The chaos started before sunrise.
Mark had expected a smooth moving process. He was wrong.
Brainless Girl was already awake, sipping tea on the balcony like she had all the time in the world. Mist Low, on the other hand, was wandering around the house like a lost spirit, dramatically touching walls and sighing.
"It's always hard to say goodbye," he mused.
Mark rolled his eyes. "We're not dying, Mist. We're just moving."
Mist Low held a hand to his chest. "But aren't we dying in a way? The end of one chapter, the beginning of another." He wiped an imaginary tear. "Farewell, dear home. You shall be remembered."
Brainless Girl yawned. "Yeah, yeah. Get to work."
Meanwhile, Daniel, Ana, and Liz were… less productive.
Daniel was still in his room, face down on the bed, groaning about how early it was.
Ana was shoving things into bags without looking, treating it like a speedrun challenge.
Liz was the only one actually packing properly, but she was yelling at Ana the entire time.
"STOP THROWING THINGS INTO BOXES!" Liz snapped. "You can't just dump random junk together!"
Ana grinned, tossing a shoe into a box labeled Kitchen. "Too late."
Liz looked ready to kill.
Mark sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Why did I think they'd be responsible about this?"
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Loading the Truck: Mark's Suffering Continues
By the time Mark went outside, the moving trucks had arrived. He watched in horror as his friends completely ignored common sense.
Daniel was carrying everything the wrong way, nearly dropping a whole box of gaming gear.
Ana was throwing stuff into the truck like a maniac.
Liz was desperately trying to organize everything, failing miserably because Ana was undoing her work.
Mist Low was standing in the middle of it all, giving dramatic instructions like a theater director.
"No, no, NO!" Mist Low clapped his hands. "The sofa goes in first, then the fragile items. Have you no artistic vision?"
Brainless Girl sat on a stack of boxes, not helping.
Mark crossed his arms. "You could be doing something."
Brainless Girl shrugged. "I could." She took a sip of tea. "But I won't."
Mark exhaled slowly. "Why do I put up with you people?"
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The Final Goodbye: One Last Look at the Old Mansion
Once everything was packed, the group stood in the now-empty mansion.
The walls felt… strangely bare without the decorations, posters, and random clutter. The place that had been loud and chaotic was now silent and lifeless.
Daniel whistled. "We really lived here, huh?"
Ana put her hands on her hips. "Kinda weird seeing it like this."
Liz crossed her arms. "You get attached to a place, even if you don't realize it."
Brainless Girl yawned. "Meh. Let's go."
Mark took a slow breath, glancing around one last time. This place had been home.
But now?
It was time to move on.
"Alright," he said, turning toward the door. "Let's go."
The group stepped outside for the last time, piling into their vehicles as the moving trucks rumbled to life.
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Arrival at the New Mansion: The Big Reveal
The drive was short, but when they finally arrived, Daniel, Ana, and Liz froze.
Daniel blinked. "No way."
Ana stared. "Mark. What did you do?"
Liz narrowed her eyes. "Tell me this isn't our new place."
It was ridiculous.
A massive front gate with a security system.
Three floors with balconies.
A private pool in the backyard.
A freaking fountain at the entrance.
Glass walls, marble floors, the whole rich-person aesthetic.
A gym, a home theater, and an insane gaming lounge.
Daniel slowly turned to Mark. "How rich are you?"
Mark casually shrugged. "We got a good deal."
Brainless Girl smirked. "Technically, we got a good deal. We negotiated."
Mist Low grinned. "And by 'negotiated,' we mean we confused the seller until they gave up."
Liz exhaled sharply. "I should have known you two were involved."
Mark unlocked the doors, and they stepped inside.
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Exploring the Mansion: Shock and Chaos
The inside was even worse than they expected.
An insanely high ceiling.
Multiple living rooms, each bigger than their old one.
A sleek modern kitchen.
Bedrooms bigger than their old apartments.
Ana ran straight into the kitchen. "Dibs on the fridge!"
Daniel walked into the gaming lounge. "Holy crap. This setup is insane."
Liz slowly turned to Mark. "So you really just bought this?"
Brainless Girl stretched. "Yep."
Mist Low grinned. "We did. We acquired it."
Daniel stared at them. "So you're telling me... the three of you bought this together?"
Brainless Girl smirked. "Problem?"
Daniel opened his mouth, then closed it. "You know what? I don't even wanna know."
Liz crossed her arms. "Where's my room?"
Brainless Girl casually stretched. "Oh, we already picked ours."
Liz froze. "Excuse me?"
Mist Low grinned. "Finders keepers."
Liz picked up a pillow and threw it at his face.
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Setting Up: First Night in the New Home
By nightfall, the mansion was starting to feel lived in.
Mark set up the internet and power first, being responsible.
Daniel set up his gaming rig first, being Daniel.
Ana and Liz bickered over room choices.
Mist Low ran around claiming random rooms, just to mess with everyone.
Brainless Girl napped mid-move.
At one point, Mark found Daniel hiding in the theater room, just staring at the massive screen.
Daniel sighed. "This place is stupidly nice."
Mark sat down next to him. "Regretting moving?"
Daniel snorted. "Nah. Just… didn't expect it to be this over-the-top."
Mark smirked. "Welcome to the high life."
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The Next Day: Preparing for Chaos
Morning arrived, and the group sat around the giant dining table, eating breakfast.
Mark casually sipped his coffee. "By the way—we're heading to Hell Dungeon - Serpent Level 3 today. First clear."
Silence.
Daniel choked on his toast.
Ana stared. "Are you joking?"
Liz sighed. "Of course. We don't even get one day to relax."
Mist Low grinned. "Ah, straight from moving into battle! I like the energy."
Brainless Girl smirked. "It's a good way to break in the new home."
Daniel groaned. "I already regret this."
Mark just leaned back in his chair, smirking.
Tomorrow was going to be chaos.