The Gilded Man With A Thousand Lives

Tyler rushed to the men's washroom, where a crowd had gathered, gossiping noisily. It's as if they were visiting a zoo.

"Oh no, such a young lad fell victim to addiction!"

"Whose son is he? Which billionaire family?"

"We've called an ambulance, but it doesn't seem the kid will survive."

Tyler and Yara arrived and pushed through the crowd to find a pale boy sprawled on the bathroom floor. He was no older than eighteen and wore branded clothes.

Yara knelt by him to check his pulse. Feeling nothing, she put an ear to his chest.

"I think he's dead," she announced to Tyler with a grimace. The crowd gasped and began buzzing again. Most of them were drunk and considered the tragic scene as dark entertainment.

Tyler had been silent all along. Because he was observing the boy's medical condition with his Chiron's Eye. He diagnosed an overdose of a psychedelic drug called Lysergic Acid, otherwise known as LSD.

"This is not a circus! Clear out the washroom and lock it up!" he ordered. This surprised Yara but she didn't question the cause. With the help of Drax, the Chief of Security, she drove out all witnesses from the washroom, locking it behind her.

Tyler knelt beside the comatose boy. "Do you know this kid, Drax?"

"Yes, sir," the burly guard replied. "He's a regular here, likely from a very wealthy family. Always seemed depressed even though he had a large social circle."

"I see. Was he a regular drug user?"

Drax shook his head. "No, of course not. He doesn't even drink much."

Tyler stroked his chin. "That is odd. Because it seems he has taken an overdose of a powerful hallucinogen, most likely LSD."

Yara and Drax exchanged surprised glances. "How did you know, sir?"

"I just do. Do we have drug peddlers among our staff?"

"That would be Ricardo!" Yara exclaimed. "That rotten man slipped drugs into drinks and food and offered them to billionaire scions. When they got addicted, he sold them the raw substances at high prices. It is a pity this boy fell for his schemes. May he rest in peace. If I have your permission, let me call the police."

Tyler held up a hand to stop her. "Don't get the authorities involved. It would be bad press for our business."

"What?" Drax asked. "Are you asking us to bury the dead body secretly?"

Tyler chuckled. "What dead body? This boy is alive."

"But… he has no pulse!"

"Don't mind that. Tell me first. Do you know his name?"

"Umm," Yara tried to recall. "Tony. Tony Anderson."

Tyler raised an eyebrow. "Anderson? Is he a member of the wealthy Anderson family? I thought Silas Anderson had only one offspring, that too, a daughter."

Yara nodded. "Yes, he has one biological daughter. Tony was adopted from an orphanage."

"I see," the young man said, thinking. Is that what Silas meant when he said he needed to fix a few things before his death?

"Drax," Tyler said. "Hold Tony down by the shoulders? I want to try something."

Drax did as he was told. Tyler pulled up Tony's t-shirt and placed a hand over his belly button. With a deep breath, he focused his energies and pushed down with a grunt.

The boy's sacral chakra went into an overdrive. Tyler recalled Butch's words. The sacral chakra is responsible for digestion and metabolism.

LSD was a powerful drug, but Tony's frail body wasn't capable of processing an overdose. Tyler had to burn it out of the blood forcibly.

He sent another surge of energy into Tony's abdomen. The body's temperature rose precipitously, gathering a high fever. In a minute, the boy began to sweat profusely.

Tyler retracted his hand and rose to his feet.

"Is he going to live?" Yara asked anxiously. She was stunned by Tyler's technique, but it showed some response from Tony. That meant his heart and pulse had returned.

Tony's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he began coughing and retching.

"How did you do this, sir?" Drax exclaimed, holding the convulsing boy down. "This is a miracle!"

Yara smiled at her boss with moist eyes. "You saved his life, sir."

Tyler nodded. "Submerge Tony in a tub of ice-cold water for fifteen minutes," he told Drax. "Once he's recovered, bring him to me."

Tyler returned to his office and sent an urgent notice to the staff Wh@tsApp group. "Drugs, legal or illegal, and all other psychedelic substances are hereby banned from the club. Anybody found using or selling them will not be handed over to the police. I will personally kill them!"

Yara stood by him, feeling delirious. Who was Tyler, really? Not only was the young man filthy rich and an invincible fighter, but he also possessed mystical powers.

The beauty was flabbergasted by the day's events but glad they happened.

"Sir, what will you do with the boy?" she asked curiously.

Tyler crossed his legs and leaned back. "I'll take him to his father. Silas Anderson."