Novels by Abas George

Lena looked a bit like Levy, so Aesir wasn't surprised. He looked at them to see how strong they were.Levy was a Grade 1 Crypt Coder, and Lena was an Artist. These two weren't good at fighting, but life wasn't fair for everyone. Even though they were a level higher than Aesir, his gear alone could make them scared. That was one reason they'd been polite so far."To answer your question, yes, I'm here to sell weapons and set up a store for you in the war effort. Sometimes, I'll offer my services in exchange for resources I need. I'm also looking to buy some land here to set up my shop."Just like in the real world, shops could sell all sorts of things. Aesir planned to open a shop in this frontier town to sell weapons, armor, and potions, which would make him money.He chose not to disclose to Levy and Lena his intentions regarding the natives. His lack of involvement in the war meant that he harbored no concern over who held the moral high ground. His primary objective was to amass w

Aesir materialized in an endless grassland and sighed, reflecting with a weary smile on everything that had transpired."I didn't expect killing Kyle to have such widespread consequences."To an outsider, Aesir's last conversation with Howard might have seemed cryptic, but he understood it perfectly. Howard hadn't given him the heraldry to spread his fame. After all, the old man had chosen this remote location to avoid worldly troubles. Why would he invite trouble by attracting attention?No, Howard was a Grade 5 Warlock Sovereign—one of the hidden powers Aesir had thought would take note of his actions, and indeed, Howard had. By bestowing the heraldry and revealing his true power, Howard was conveying to Aesir that every action had consequences.Forget Grim; there were thousands of others who had taken an undue interest in him, and they would soon be knocking on his door.Howard had gifted him the heraldry to provide a means of protection until Aesir grew strong enough to confront t

Aesir couldn't afford to be bullied, so he let the monsters of the Danger Zone take his place.Sitting down to recover his stamina, he watched with mild sympathy as Howard had fun dressing up the proud, semi-intelligent monsters like dolls in lewd plays. Howard was a strange old man indeed.After a while, Howard ended his torment with a sigh of contentment. If Aesir didn't know better, he might have thought Howard had just received a divine massage."Well then, boy, you've put this old man through quite a lot dealing with those brutes for you. Sigh, at my age, I should have a fleet of young girls massaging my feet while I enjoy the sun..."He blew a smoke ring from his pipe, lost in thought. Aesir bit back his indignation. He knew better than anyone how shameless old man Howard could be. Arguing with him would only end in defeat."Ah, forget it. I am Howard the Great, father of the modern age and pioneer of the future. A man like myself should be forgiving and understanding towards br

Aesir quietly left Amzion Crib town without saying a big goodbye. Before the upcoming update, he wisely spent his gold to make his inventory as big as possible. It cost him 50 gold, a lot for most players until the update. This showed how much of an advantage Aesir had because he remembered things from his past life. If he hadn't been reborn, the game's AI would have known exactly what would happen.Aesir understood how his choices could cause big changes, like the butterfly effect. He knew it was crucial to build a strong foundation quickly before his 15 years of knowledge became useless due to the timeline changing.Now he was traveling through the countryside, going through Danger Zones from level 3 to level 5. These places had smart monsters that fought back, but none could catch him because he was higher level and faster.Before he left, Aesir had already used his skill points. Players got five points for each level from 1 to 10 to make themselves stronger. But as levels went up,

With this power, players causing trouble for sellers would be frozen and arrested right away. Even in Aesir's past experience, players wouldn't have risked causing trouble, even for something valuable like a legendary item—it wasn't worth it."Please line up and put your goods for sale, or you'll be arrested for bothering Faction-licensed sellers," she said with a smile.Players were released from their spell, and they quietly lined up, looking ashamed and cautious, almost as if they had planned it themselves.The trade went on for nearly six hours. More than half the player population in Amzion Crib Town had sold weapons, armor, and materials to Aesir and felt they had made a profit. Aesir chuckled but ignored taunts and jeers that he was wasting money like a fool.He had spent over 300 gold so far, but his gains couldn't be measured by mere coins. This hurdle would likely be the easiest in his Faction Online career.When fewer players came to his stall, he closed up and thanked eve

Killing intent wasn't physical; it was special energy waves from the brain, interpreted subconsciously as a warning. This made people with intense killing intent seem "creepy."This kind of thing goes beyond the body and is about the mind. Even though Aesir's current body hasn't taken a life yet, his strong killing intent from 15 years of gaming and real-life experiences was fully present.At this point, he could barely get up and looked at Grim with a grimace. While Grim's face stayed neutral, his mind was spinning. How could a mere human have such intense killing intent? Who was Aesir, and what had he seen and done to have such a scary aura? Even the current Demon King might hesitate in front of this mortal.Grim felt excited about battling Aesir in the future. He thought he could find some fun in that fight.With determination in his eyes, Aesir stayed on his knees despite Grim's maximum pressure. "Good lad! This boy will give me a good fight in a few years. I should challenge him

The white banners still streamed from the windows set high in the walls of the hall, now caught in what was surely the heralding wind of a thunderstorm. A man who perhaps wished he’d possessed extra time for more vital parts of his life.Nasri asked a touch softly, “You fly every day, then, Prince?”Sartaq dragged his stare from his youngest sister’s death-banners to assess Nasri . More warrior than courtier, yet he nodded—in answer to an unspoken request. “I do, Captain.”When Sartaq turned to respond to a question from Duva, Riley exchanged a glance with Nasri —all he needed to convey his order.Be in the aerie at dawn. Find out where he stands in this war.A summer storm galloped in off the Narrow Sea just before midnight.Even tucked into the sprawling library at the base of the Torre, Matilda felt every shudder of thunder. Occasional flashes of lightning sliced down the narrow corridors of the stacks and halls, chased by wind that crept through the cracks in the pale stone, g

The minced lamb turned leaden in his stomach at the sight of their uniforms, at how they stood so tall and proud. How many meals had he himself been positioned by the doors, or out in the courtyard, monitoring his boss ? How many times had he laid into his men for slouching, for chattering amongst themselves, and reassigned them to lesser watches?One of the Carl ’s guards noticed his stare and gave a curt nod.Riley looked away quickly, his palms clammy. But he forced himself to keep observing the faces around him, what they wore and how they moved and smiled.No sign—none—of any wicked force, whether dispatched from Morath or elsewhere. No sign beyond those white banners to honor their fallen princess.Aelin had claimed the Valg had a reek to them, and he’d seen their blood run black from mortal veins more times than he cared to count, but short of demanding everyone in this hall cut open their hands …It actually wasn’t a bad idea—if he could get an audience with the Carl to c

The moment I stepped out of the moving vehicle, into the huge building that laid before my very eyes, Joyce couldn't help but take in everything before my very sight.Standing right before me was years of hardwork, coming off that horrific relationship with Jaxon.A lot of people would have gone into the state of depression, after everything Jaxon did, but I was never the type to back down.While strolling through the hallway, deep in contemplation, I was greeted by a familiar voice saying my name."Ayla!" he called out. "It's been a while since we last saw each other!"I looked over and saw Riley , a friend and marketing analyst, walking towards me with a friendly grin."Great to see you again Riley ! How are you?" I asked extending my arm for a friendly hug.Riley has been one of the main men to push me to the limit with the business and I always found a way to show him gratitude for that."How is Finn and Feris doing? I bet they are really big now " he said with a smile on his f

"Quite easy, James." All heads turned from Riley to Joyce who got off her seat, an air of confidence all around her. The question was about something their competitor had which they didn't. From the looks of it, they had already had a meeting with Broadway Enterprise before this particular one with F and A, pointing out the strengths and weaknesses of their proposal.James was aware that Riley would be interested in his activities, and as such, he'd distracted him from looking further at his day-to-day dealings by frolicking with women, while he gave an audience to their rival party. Finding nothing fishy in his dealings, Riley had ordered his men to quit monitoring James' activities."While it is true that this idea and approach is novel, and hasn't been tested yet, and would therefore need tons of investment, it is no doubt the best we need if we're concerned about skyrocketing our target audience. In F and A, we've put this into consideration and that's exactly why

The meeting day fast approached, and both Riley and Joyce got ready earlier than the meeting time. The previous day, Riley had mentioned that they would need to discuss a couple of things as touching their faux relationship. Joyce gave herself one last look over before leaving for Riley 's room. She took one long breath before knocking on his door which opened effortlessly.Riley 's back was turned to her when she walked in, his fingers fastening his wristwatch. Joyce 's gaze lingered on the broad expanse of Riley 's back, moving lower to his legs, cladded in blue suit pants. He twirled, catching sight of an ogling Joyce who flushed hard and turned away the moment he caught her staring at him. Her heart clattered in her chest, and she blinked more than necessary."I've been waiting for you." His face twisted in a smile and he grabbed his tie from the sofa, striding to her, his charming smile still lining his face. "My tie."Without a word, she grabbed i

The tension in the air was palpable as Sonia prepared herself for what Riley had in store for her. Richard 's eyes shone with a dangerous intensity, his intentions unclear but menacing. Sonia 's mind raced with horrible possibilities, each more horrible than the last.She felt a shiver run down her spine as Richard 's laughter echoed in the dimly lit room. Despite her fears, Sonia remains defiant, refusing to show any sign of weakness in the face of Richard 's twisted desires. "I can do more than you imagine and make you hot!" Riley smiled as he read the expression on Sonia 's face. It's really fun teasing Sonia at the moment. Her lips trembled, hoping she wasn't thinking anything. "Are you making me hot?" Would it really roast me alive or burn a part of me? Sonia asked stupidly Although she is a stripper who must know a lot about the tactics of men, unfortunately she is a lamb who