Chapter 86: FEAST
<strong>Chapter 86: FEAST</strong>
<span style="font-weight:400">After several hours of office fun, Benjamin and Felicia finally started to talk about Oscorp.
<span style="font-weight:400">Feeling full and satisfied, Felicia rxed on the sofa as she tossed a stack of papers onto the coffee table.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Here’s what you wanted. Oh, and there were also a few gold bars. Same rules?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin took the stack of papers first and nced at it. Hearing what Felicia said, he looked at her curiously.
<span style="font-weight:400">“He actually has gold bars?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. With his name engraved on it and shit. There was also a tracker inside but don’t worry, we already melted it and recasted.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Must be some emergency fund or something.
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin shrugged and nodded.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Same rules. You get 60%, I get 40%. Split mine into 20-10-10.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you still donating 20% to charity? Do they even run out of money from how much you have been giving them?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I don’t really need that much money.”
<span style="font-weight:400">While he keeps 10%, the remaining 10% he just pours into EPD funds.
<span style="font-weight:400">It’s because of this that Captain Holt and Major Johnson turn a blind eye to some of his more…questionable actions.
<span style="font-weight:400">Actually, Benjamin had long since told them about him ckmailing over half of the government officials.
<span style="font-weight:400">Initially, they were shocked and wanted to reprimand him but after finding out what those people were doing and what they were nning, they decided that this was for the best.
<span style="font-weight:400">In fact, if possible, Benjamin wanted to rece those people already but doing so would affect a whole lot more. It was better to get them on a leash and slowly rece them in time.
<span style="font-weight:400">Eventually, he wouldn’t need to ckmail anyone.
<span style="font-weight:400">Captain Holt and Major Johnson actually didn’t know what to do with him. To say that Benjamin was not corrupt was a lie. But then again, he doesn’t even use most of the money on himself and instead donates it to charity and adds more into EPD funds…
<span style="font-weight:400">He’s basically embezzling…in reverse!
<span style="font-weight:400">As for those ckmails…he only ckmailed those who were trying to dig some secrets to ckmail him and other EPD members.
<span style="font-weight:400">What do you call someone who ckmails your own ckmailer?
<span style="font-weight:400">And so, they decided it was best to just leave it to Benjamin.
<span style="font-weight:400">In any case, this guy is already a God. Even if he wanted to conquer the world, they would be helpless!
<span style="font-weight:400">Felicia sighs and asks.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So? Which charity is it going to be this time?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are there new ones?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Let’s see…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Felicia took out her phone and started to do a casual search.
<span style="font-weight:400">“There’s this new one in Midtown. It’s called FEAST apparently.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“FEAST?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin was a bit surprised as he wasn’t unfamiliar with this name.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah. It’s short for Food, Emergency Aid, Shelter, and Training. Want me to send someone to investigate if they’re legit?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Felicia asked since she knew that there were some charities that only looked good on the surface but were up to some shady things behind the scenes.
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin thought for a moment.
<span style="font-weight:400">From what he remembers, FEAST was originally a front for Martin Li’s, also known as Mister Negative, criminal activities.
<span style="font-weight:400">But here, Benjamin recalled that he had already captured him in the past together with Hammerhead, Tombstone, and Shocker.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do you know who’s in charge of it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm, a woman by the name of May Parker.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see…well, I’ll go check it out myself. I have some free time anyway. Besides, I should probably make a few public appearances once in a while.”
<span style="font-weight:400">When EPD began expanding, Benjamin didn’t show himself in public for a while as he mostly handled everything behind the scenes.
<span style="font-weight:400">Eventually, people forgot what he looked like so he doesn’t get swarmed by fans now whenever he goes out unlike when he first started the EPD.
<span style="font-weight:400">Felicia yawned andy down on the sofa.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, suit yourself. I’m gonna rest up here. You fucked me too hard…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, you wanted it hard.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin chuckled and left.
<span style="font-weight:400">Outside her office, Benjamin found Felicia’s assistant doing some work behind a desk and greeted her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Felicia’s resting right now. If there’s any urgent matters today, call me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, boss!”
<span style="font-weight:400">The secretary nodded energetically.
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin nodded and left the building soon after.
<span style="font-weight:400">Checking on his phone, he found the address of FEAST and hailed a taxi.
<span style="font-weight:400">Though he could portal his way there, Benjamin didn’t feel like always traveling that way so he would sometimes drive or use public transportation.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Where to, sir?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“FEAST. Here’s the address.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ooh, gotcha. I know the ce.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin started to look out the window to take in the view of a normal day in New York but the Indian driver didn’t seem to stop speaking.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see you got out of Freedom Building. Do you work there by any chance?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uhh, I guess you can say that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Must be nice. I’ve heard a lot about the VR thing that they made. Ah, but I haven’t tried it yet. I don’t have the money to buy one sadly. Do you know about it?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah…FreeDome, right?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Do you y it, sir?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sometimes…though not recently.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin shook his head.
<span style="font-weight:400">He didn’t have as much interest in VR gaming as he thought he would.
<span style="font-weight:400">Sure it was fun the first few times but in the end, he rarely ys it now.
<span style="font-weight:400">Well, it was also true that he was busy most of the time so there wasn’t the time to y.
<span style="font-weight:400">Death seemed to be having fun ying it though.
<span style="font-weight:400">In the game world, she didn’t have her powers so she also couldn’t kill anyone identally.
<span style="font-weight:400">The driver was still not finished talking.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I hear that you can sell game items for real money, is that true?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah, yes. Although it’s not thepany’s intention, there are some rich people among the yers who pay real money for game items. Those whales…”
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin clicked his tongue.
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s nice. If only I have money to buy a FreeDome.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The driver sighed.
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin shook his head.
<span style="font-weight:400">“It isn’t a guarantee that you’ll get a good item to sell. Even if you y now, getting a rare item is like winning a lottery.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“My cousin won a lottery once. But then his parents found out so he treated them. And his parents’ parents found out so he treated them. And his parents’ parents’ cousins found out so he treated them. And then his parents’ parents’ cousins’ other cousins found out-.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Can you skip to the end?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“He’s broke now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">Although Benjamin could tell the answer from the start, hearing it still made him speechless.
<span style="font-weight:400">Sure enough, if you struck it reach, it’s best not to tell anyone…
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t worry, my parents are in India so I won’t tell them if I win the lottery.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s good.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I will just tell my brother.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin fell silent again.
<span style="font-weight:400">He could already tell what would happen if he did that.
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin shook his head and looked out the window.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are we not there yet?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, it’s just around the corner here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, here’s fine. Drop me off.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, boss.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin sighed and got out of the taxi.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh right, what’s your name?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Dopinder sir.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...Is that so?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin was surprised.
<span style="font-weight:400">To think he would meet the taxi driver that drives Deadpool around…
<span style="font-weight:400">“How’s Deadpool?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, he’s very sadst time we met. Said something about not meeting a purple potato alien.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">Was he still hung up on that!?
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin smiled wryly and shook his head.
<span style="font-weight:400">He took out a few bills and handed them to Dopinder.
<span style="font-weight:400">Dopinder took it and was surprised to find it was more than the fare.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Uhh, sir?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Take it. Consider it payment for taking care of that guy. He doesn’t pay does he?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“He gives me crisp high fives.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“....That’s called not paying. Anyway, go and buy yourself a FreeDome. Just don’t tell anyone if you get anything good.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Understood sir! I will only tell Mr. Pool!”
<span style="font-weight:400">…I did just say not to tell anyone, right?
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin was too exhausted to retort and stopped caring.
<span style="font-weight:400">Anyway, he already warned him.
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin watched Dopinder drive off then looked at the stack of papers in his hand and sighed.
<span style="font-weight:400">He originally wanted to read them on the way but that guy wouldn’t stop talking.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I suppose I’ll look at itter.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin chucked it in his Inventory for now and walked towards the FEAST building.
<span style="font-weight:400">The building used to be an old covered basketball court but was closed for quite some time due to the owner’s passing.
<span style="font-weight:400">Eventually, it seems that it was bought and turned into a shelter for the homeless which helped get people off the streets and get jobs.
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin walked inside and saw a wide area and several bunk beds and tables here and there.
<span style="font-weight:400">Overall, although it looked a bit chaotic, everything was clean and neat.
<span style="font-weight:400">With some work, this could be a good shelter.
<span style="font-weight:400">At this moment, an elderly figure wearing an apron approached him.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Excuse me, is there something you need here?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Seeing this elderly woman, Benjamin guessed who she was.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hi, are you perhaps May Parker?”
<span style="font-weight:400">The elderly woman was surprised but suddenly chuckled.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What are you saying? I’m not May.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes? Someone called me?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Huh?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin was surprised when he heard someone else talk.
<span style="font-weight:400">He looked at the person who just arrived and saw a middle-aged woman with short brown hair wearing a simple green cored shirt tucked in her brown bants.
<span style="font-weight:400">She looked nothing like in theics or the movies and instead be this…hot MILF!
<span style="font-weight:400">System!? Am I really not in an eroge version of Marvel!? Why is Aunt May a hot MILF!?
<span style="font-weight:400">[Host, stopining. Wait till you see J Van Dyne.]
<span style="font-weight:400">…
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin was speechless.
<span style="font-weight:400">J Van Dyne? Hank Pym’s wife? The one still stuck in the Quantum Realm?
<span style="font-weight:400">…Don’t tell me she’s gonna be a hot GILF!?
<span style="font-weight:400">System! Tell me! Is she a hot GILF!?
<span style="font-weight:400">[Host would know if you go in the Quantum Realm.]
<span style="font-weight:400">…Should I go now?
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin was quite curious.
<span style="font-weight:400">At this moment, May waved his hand in front of Benjamin.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hello? Are you still there?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah, yeah…sorry, I didn’t expect you’d be so…young.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, you. I’m nearly 40 years old. How can I still be young?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin thought for a moment.
<span style="font-weight:400">In theics, Aunt May should be around 50 already…well, Peter is also still in High School so I suppose it’s only fair that Aunt May is also younger.
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin coughed.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ahem. I’m Benjamin. I came here today as I was thinking of donating some money here.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“A donor! That’s great news, May!”
<span style="font-weight:400">The elderly woman looked excited.
<span style="font-weight:400">May was also excited and nodded.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you very much! Umm, how much are you nning to donate?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm, I haven’t decided yet. At least 3 million I think. I’ll decide more after looking around.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“T-three million!?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“At least!?”
<span style="font-weight:400">The two were shocked.
<span style="font-weight:400">They didn’t expect such a huge donation at all!
<span style="font-weight:400">Benjamin nodded.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’ve taken a quick look at the area and I know you’ll need money to renovate. It can’t stay like this forever. It would be better to get individual rooms for privacy at least. The food could also be better. Ah, I’m not saying the food is bad but it’s just not enough. On the ride here, I noticed there were still a few homeless people on the streets. I think it’s necessary to start different branches. You would need more employees too and it’s not possible to make them work for free so you’d need to pay them. I think 3 million is enough for a long-term improvement.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Of course, we can’t let these people just live here indefinitely without doing anything. They would need to take jobs soon enough. Maybe implement some policies or rules for those who stay here. For jobs, I have several positions I can provide. Although they wouldn’t need any technical skills, their personality needs to be checked and tested.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">“...”
<span style="font-weight:400">The elderly woman and May were both silent for a while.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What do you think?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“W-who are you exactly?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hm? Oh, let me introduce myself. I’m Benjamin Freed of the EPD. Also Chairman of Freedom Corp.”