As Doc handed him the next tool, a flamethrower, he instructed KC to burn all the trash around. "Don't worry. No trash is safe from this fire," KC replied, and burned all the trash to ashes in no time.

"Try these hydro cannons, cannons that use strong water pressure," Doc said as he handed the next item to KC.

"I'll take care of it, Doc," KC replied, and cleaned the yard with a water cannon, leaving it spotless.

"That's the first time in many centuries that I see my yard clean again. Thank you very much," Doc said with a smile.

"I should be the one to say thank you, Doc. For the first time, I was able to release my anger and be happy," KC said.

"Same here. After so many centuries, it's the first time I've had a good time," Doc replied.

Suddenly, they noticed a large black limo approaching. It was the cartel, and Doc immediately panicked. "KC, they are here. Hide," he told KC urgently.

Without a second thought, KC ran into the house and hid. The mafia in black got out of the car and walked towards Doc. "Where are the things you promised yesterday? If you don't have them, you're dead," the goons said.

"Don't worry. It's here," Doc answered quickly, handing over the blaster.

"Is it working well?" the men in black asked.

"You can try," Doc replied with a hint of hesitation.

after receiving the weapon the guy blasted the damaged punching bag, and the target was dissolved instantly. "That's good. That's what I want. It's a good thing you finished it now, otherwise, we would have killed you because of your inconsistency," the head goon said.

The cartel's ominous words echoed in the air, "Don't stop making us new weapons or you're dead," they threatened as they handed the money to Doc. "This is the payment."

But Doc's response caught them off guard, "It's only half of your payment."Furious, the cartel warned, "Because you disappointed us, you're lucky we have given you a second chance. Next time, you won't be."

As they made their way to their waiting limo, KC emerged from his hiding spot, disbelief etched on his face. "Doc?" he asked incredulously.

Doc's head hung low as he replied, "Sorry, I wanted to say no, but they were going to kill me."KC demanded, "Why did you agree to this kind of thing?"
Doc explained his situation, "When I had nothing, my inventions didn't make money because people thought I was crazy. They were the only people who gave me an offer. It was the only way I could survive, but when I wanted to quit, they didn't agree."KC realized he couldn't stay in this world of violence and danger any longer. "Sorry Doc, I can't be here anymore. My family will be in danger, and they are all I have," he explained, ready to leave.

"What if I tell you that you can earn more than any other person, it's time for you to see my real plan" doc mentioned as kc stops to listen.

"Like me, I know your dream is to help the less fortunate, to serve as an inspiration to them they can succeed, i can make that wish come true" doc said.

KC was surprised. "How did you know that, Doc?"

Doc answered sincerely, "Because the day I first saw you, I saw the old self who wanted to change this bad world."

KC thought for a moment and then asked, "Can I see what you are saying, Doc?"

"Then follow me" Doc led KC through a hidden door and down a winding staircase to reveal his secret underground lab. KC's eyes widened in awe as he looked around and saw the incredible work that was being done. His attention was drawn to a portal that Doc was working on.

 "When this portal is finish kc, we will be able to go to another dimension, we can to improve our world with the new resources and knowledge on that dimension, they can manually grow fuits and trees by magic, with that no one will be hungry and life will be easy because of the energies found there, right now its still missing a few parts" doc explained to kc.

Taking a deep breath, KC's face became determined. "If that's the case, Doc, I agree with your plan. I will be your aide. What are the missing parts we need for the portal to work? Let's start now!" he exclaimed excitedly.

"That's the spirit," Doc responded with a smile. "The reason I sell my inventions is to earn money for the five expensive gems we need to use for the portal."

"OK Then so i will help you create stuff, ok now lets start" kc hastily replied.

"But it's late now, and you need to go home. Before you leave, accept this," said Doc, pressing money into KC's hand, which the haft he had earned from his mafia salary earlier."Doc, I haven't even started working yet," KC protested."Don't worry, you started a while ago," Doc insisted, forcing the money into KC's hand.

"Thank you, Doc," KC said gratefully before heading home.

on the way home kc saw a gadgets store.

As KC made his way home, his eyes caught sight of a gadgets store. He felt a magnetic pull towards it, his curiosity getting the better of him. As he stepped inside, he was greeted by a vast array of video games that lined the walls.

His eyes widened as he saw some sample games on a console, free to play. Without a second thought, he grabbed the controller and began to play.

In just a few minutes, KC was completely engrossed in the game. He was fascinated by the sheer magnitude of it all. He felt like he had escaped reality, leaving all his problems behind, and entered a whole new world where he was the hero.

The game provided him with a sense of belonging and importance that he had never experienced before. In this virtual world, he was not a outcast, but rather a person of great value and importance, cherished by all.

As he dove deeper into the world of the game, he discovered a sense of joy that had eluded him for so long. Here, he was no longer a loser, but a valued member of a vibrant community that appreciated him for his skills and contributions. In this world, he found a sense of purpose that had always been missing from his life.

As he played the video game, he couldn't help but admire the hero. The character was a cool loner who didn't care for anyone, doing only what he wanted without being bothered by others. He felt envious of the hero's carefree attitude and thought to himself, "It must be nice to be like him."

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