The Arena was different in many ways from the Tournaments. The two of them were sanctioned by the Bureau but even at that, they did not function the same way. While the Arena had spelt out the core purpose of this was to make research and create data on the evolution of the systems in the host, the Tournament was different In the Tournaments, when it came down to it; It was more about who won. Not how. Who could deliver a known out punch to the opponent or could score more points than others. It Was pretty straightforward. But when it came down to the Arena things were a bit more different. The usual method of fighting their way out to win a batt;le was ruled out. After all, it was not only battle skill that helped you out when faced with tough situations. The Arena had multiple simulations the participants could try. Each of these simulations had some experiences to garner from them. A Some of them based on what you could experience when it was about teamwork. Some of them bas

The pain was insane. It felt like he had been placed in a mortar and then had to face the fury of a relentless pestle continuously. Every part of him cried foul as multiple aches resonated with his nerve points.He groaned in pain. His lips heavy, refused to pull apart, his throat parched. Lekan sniffed, he could really use a drink right now.“Ha!” He sat up, with a gasp. His sudden action pulled down the IV drip he was attached to, to the ground. Medical equipment also clattered to the ground, an indication that he was at the hospital.“B-but how?” Lekan stammered.How did he get here? The last thing he recalled was that he had a battle ongoing. In his house. Right there, against those people from New Age. That was it.So how then did he end up in the hospital? And the last thing he felt there before he blacked out was Astella.Her hands had guarded his back. Hands? He groaned confusedly. How did Astella have hands? Her limbs had been chopped clean by the Whip. He saw it happen.The

Blessing was not the only one who had this thought in mind. It was the thought that reigned supreme in almost everyone there. Even as they stood, the excitement in their faces could not be concealed. They literally vibrated in the spot, watching as the white coat fellowes went about their business. It was the most awkward period of time that they waited. Tabitha hummed to herself. Her head was done, her hand holding the elbow of the left/. She felt low, within her heart. This was the lowest she had ever been. And for what? She literally kissed the ground all because of the girl named Blessing? WHo was she that Monsieur Dayo did not even take precautions to warm them? But when it came down to her, he was always eager to let her have a piece of his mind. It was not fair. And she was sick of it. But who could she complain to? Who would listen to her? Even her handler seems to think this was some attempt of providence in keeping her shut up. For her misbehaviours when it came dow

“Begin Assimilation.” The words of Monsieur Dayo to the girl sounded like a faraway tone. She sighed, holding her breath.She was eager to get on the sit.To get chosen by the man in charge of this palace meant a lot to her. At least now, she had the chance to go the extra mile in getting the system to bond with her. Delighted she was. But that did not erase the fear that ate at her. She had seen the assimilation process not once, not twice. She knew how painful it could get. She knew the risks that were involved with this. The main reason why it was Monsieur Dayo who was assigned to be in charge of the assimilation. It Was because the chances of success with it were rather subliminal. And Monsieur Dayo just happened to be the only one who could make it stp. His system is a special one. And the one that had a function that even other systems had to comply with. Having him around felt like consolation to her. But she did not know. She was still nervous, her mind set on what she had to

“People deserve to know about these powers that we have.” The boy at the roof top sighed to himself.He was covered in bandages. Though he looked handsome on top of it. Narrow fox like eyes that depicted Asian similarities. Small lips with a perpetual smirk at the left side. A pointed nose but with a slightly brown to orange complexion. His hair was curly. Oily and curly and just about the length of his little finger. He sighed, hands to his waist as he plopped down on the rooftop, his butt sitting him down.The day was warm and inviting to him. The arm weather, the way the birds fles about the skies. The planes that wafted past occasionally. Everything was serene to him and amazing. He wanted this to last forever.On his left hand was the gloves. Black in color, the fingers showing through it. To the normal onlooker, he would just be some youth in the rooftop with a black gloves. A youth with a black mole beside his right eye.But to those who had seen him in action. To those who