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[You have died]

Oh?

Oh, well.

[You have been selected to be reborn]

And then a dozen option appeared before him.

Humanoid animals, mostly ducks in costumes.

Wait.

Everybody sucks here.

Assistant reporter?

Drink guy?

Where were the good characters?

The system answered him but they were none-playable.

He was peeved that he couldn't play as the richest duck in the world or one of his relations.

Was there any way he could be connected to them somehow?

The system answered him and he saw a buff orange-haired duck with the name 'Launchpad McQuack' on it, his IQ was really low but he was a pilot, a fighter and his hidden charisma was insane, nobody knew where he came from.

[Would you like to be a relation?]

He wanted to and obviously said his brother because he was no father or nephew.

He customised the hair because he obviously wanted longer and more curly hair, he came up with a backstory.

This guy name was Terrance, he was adopted by a wealthy couple but always wanted to gain his own wealth, he showed amazing intelligence well above his age and caught the attention of a rich lady at a party.

They went into business together and eventually, he broke off from her and used the money he earned to, open up his own successful company.

It took him an hour to think about this before he was happy with it.

He nodded when he was asked to Enter.

Terrance Adolf the third Lezore, woke up to the sound of his phone pinging continuously.

He realised that he was asleep in a relaxing chair.

He yawned and checked the digital clock on the desk next to the computer.

5:45 in the morning.

And then it came flooding back, all the memories Terrance had, came flooding in but they didn't overwhelm him, so as a result, they were memories he could bring up any time.

He moved to the sparkling phone on the desk and opened it, he then saw that his schedule for the day had been sent to him.

His appearance squad was coming in 30 minutes.

He pressed a button nearby and took off his clothes and put on a bathrobe, his bulky form showed years of training in fighting and he headed to the bathroom where his servants greeting him at first sight.

His bath was already ready with special shampoos and bath bombs.

He got clean and then walked out, he headed back to his room and put on his breakfast clothes and headed to his dining room, he sat down, right in front of a portrait with a younger him with the people who adopted him smiling in a portrait.

He was then presented with his breakfast, mostly healthy and small food, it was delicious but he wished he had more, but keeping this physic came with sacrifices.

He finished just in time before his appearance squad appeared, he was then taken to his changing room and was changed up, his hair was pampered and he was dressed into a new suit for the day, his skin was touched up upon.

If there was something that didn't look perfect, it was touched upon.

It took an hour to get ready and when he came out, he had transformed, indeed he looked ready to go to a fancy party instead of somebody who just woke up and his hair was magnificent.

There was no way he was an ordinary person.

He walked out of the mansion and onto a red carpet and entered a limousine, inside was his manager who echoed his plan for the day for him.

He could handle this.

30 minutes later, he found that he could not do this.

He went from opening a new Hospital to sitting in a 3-hour meeting long meeting in a flash, words could not describe his level of boredom.

If he tried to leave, like making the excuse to grab a coffee, there was somebody who was literally employed to get him coffee.

If he wanted to go to the bathroom, his bodyguards would escort him to and from the bathroom.

He had a business lunch with potential clients and client's he had already secured then he sat in another meeting.

It was 9 at night when he could actually do some exercise and practise his skills.

Fast forward a few days and he was ready to lose it.

If he knew being successful was like this, he would have never picked it in the first place.

If he went somewhere, there was always somebody trying to pitch him an idea or people trying to talk to him.

He had very little privacy and he always had to portray a certain unattainable standard in front of the world.

If he wanted to sneeze, he would be turned around and kept hidden by bodyguards who provide a hand wash in a bottle later.

There was no way he could do something like go to the beach unless he was doing some promotion, buying it or sailing a boat over it.

His adopted parents don't call either because they were also in rich business hell.

And then when he was about to scream, he got an invite Via text from the woman who helped him break away from the inheritance that was never his biologically.

Her name was Emma Glamour, she remembered he existed and wanted to invite him to her famous IT party.

However, his manager was about to say no when he finally spoke up and said. "No. I am going to that party."

"But, sir. That would completely mess up your schedule" began the bird.

"I don't care, I haven't stopped talking business in weeks," he said. "I will go to that party and have fun with an old friend of mine whether you approve or not. As for those who have been booked that day, tell them I have a family emergency and send them an apology fruit basket. If I hear my phone ring on that day... so help me, I will pull my pantaloons down in front of a squad of camera's!"

Now that put the fear into the duck and he heard. "Calling your pilot now to schedule for a fly"

He sighed and drank the coffee in front of him.

His pilot was called and he faced a squad of cameras as he handed into the jet, however when he landed in Duckburg, he was met with the most refreshing sight he had ever seen.

No squad camera's, just people waiting to greet him.

He almost teared up because he was so touched that nobody cared.

He was greeted and taken to a car that took him to the hotel that he would be staying, where he got a quick rest and his appearance squad came to clean him up before he was driven to the party.

But when the vehicle stopped, he was more than a bit stunned to see that there was no line.

"Is this the correct place?" He said.

"Yes, sir," said the driver.

He got out, told his manager to stay behind, knowing full well the duck won't listen and walked up the steps before heading to the door and entering.

What he saw baffled him.

The hall was trashed.

It looked like a brawl had happened, the tables were turned and everybody looked rough.

And that voice.

Such terrible singing!

He cringes, how can somebody sound so awful?

Wasn't this supposed to be a high-class party?

And then he saw her, the most ridiculously dressed woman at the whole party.

Only one woman he knew, made it a mission to outshine everybody else.

Emma Glamour.

However, he didn't pay any mind to the duck child, telling him that it was over from across the room.

He walked past many people and headed to the glamorous Bird, once before her, he took her hand and kissed her on the thumb, not the ring finger but her thumb.

Only he could kiss her thumb.

He was prepared to look stupid when the woman sunglasses came up and she said. "Terrence?"

"Who else you, old bat?" He said grinning and then Emma hugged him.

The sight of them hugging, completely stopped the awful music in its tracks.

Pretty much the whole party turned around and countless mouths hit the floor.

Emma Glamour, the person famous for her mean streak, was hugging somebody!

They pulled apart.

"Look at you!" she said, continue to shock. "You grow so big. The last time I saw you, you were shorter than me"

He then said in a voice that was clearly not Launchpad. "And look at you, you still don't look a day over 150 years old"

She smacked him playfully, much to the room shock, as she said. "Still as cheeky as ever, I see" before she said. "But seriously look at you, everything grew, but you still kept the hair, I see"

"Hey, even after all these years this hairstyle still gives me that special 'Je ne sais quoi'" he said, he said holding his collar jacket. "When I received your message, I just had to say hi to an old friend"

Certain people eyes we're just wide.

"It really has been so long," she said before saying. "Mark, get over here and say hi"

The guy looked just as shocked as everybody else as he obeyed his mother.

"Markus, do you remember Terrance?" She said. "He was that teenager that was around me some years back."

"Oh, yes, little beaks," he said. "The kid who tried and failed to get ride me." Before he said. "But you surely grew out of your Mommy phase right?"

The air suddenly got awkward.

"Markus, just ruined my party because he wanted my phone," she said. "And now he's grounded"

"No way. Surely you, jist" he said.

"I'm serious," she said.

He finally noticed the duckling near him and staring, followed by other Ducks as well.

Why do so many of them look related though?

"So your party is ruined. Do you have any other plans?" He said, in his microexpressions, he looked exactly like a certain duck.

Once certain people saw that, they couldn't unsee it.

"I'm forced to stay and listen to a terrible band," she said.

"That's too bad, I was thinking of heading to my plane and getting a quick bite while I relax a bit," he said. "I would love to have an old friend on board."

"I'll just have to check my schedule," she said.

"It's an exclusive deal," he said.

"You know me so well," she said before she wrapped her arm around him before she said. "Markus, follow!"

The man trotted behind them but he had his phone out.

He was already tweeting because he saw the story before his eyes.

The bird had met two men who looked almost identical on two separate occasions.

They were gone through the door and the vehicle drove off.

The party slowly came back alive.

But the people who knew a certain man-child, could not unsee what they just witnessed.

Webby said. "I took a video recording and pictures"

"Webby, for once your creepiness came in handy," said Louie.

They had some questions to ask Launchpad.

Meanwhile Mark Beaks had some questions to ask Terrance.

And scene!