“You have promise.” Dembe continued to speak now. He stepped forward, the purple atmosphere around him swishing around like one dragged a spoon through thick liquid.It meant nothing to him, being that he was the one who activated this reality. Nothing to him but sadly, the same could not be said about rthose who saw the bitter side of these. They lay about, groveling around. All of them, beaten by him. Perhaps, Dembe thought now, the thing with the System Hosts was that if they understood someone like him, his power would be useless. That his system Skill was worth nothing. Unfortunately, he had shown them that they were wrong. He was worth more than that could ever think of. A threat that they allowed to fester so much. And now, there was no going back.Not that he wanted to go back. Once he set himself on this path, he knew that there would be no redemption for him. The rules about defying the System Bureau were really strict. Something like this would never be met with a pat o

“Reality shift!” Dembe roared out.Instantly, the scene changed this time. But at the same time, Demas still held on.The air pressure changed, as gravity descended on them both. Simultaneously, the ground left their feet as they dropped meters high from the sky. Right off a cliff.“Gng!” Dembe growled out as he looked on to the form of Demas. The latter who smiled at him, unwilling to break their contact.“Even at your peak, this is what you can afford to do?” He called to him. “You are undeserving of that title! Undeserving to be called the Number 3.” The Time Master belittled him.“As if I was done!” Dembe cursed out.The wind flapped past their ears as they both fell down consistently. Height and distance wavered past, the length of trees becoming a fast falling hue of green highlight all about then.It was clear where they both were. They had fallen from a cliff and around them were the medieval forest of a kingdom. The castles in the background and the sound of knights battling

W-what?” Dembe panicked as he scratched his bald head.The sound of the fan did not drown out the raspy breathing from his nostrils. The way he puffed for breath, anybody that came in did assume that he hid concluded an Olympic. His entire body was covered in sweat, drenched down, even to the duvet. He heaved now, gasping out as he stretched his hands out. Holding on to his thighs covered by the duvet, he clung on tightly as if holding for dear life.How long had it been already? He asked himself.It had been so long since that event actually occurred. And yet, even after that, he was having nightmares of the defeat. The way he was defeated, the stories had continued to spin out about him. Even alternating the way he got beaten up.He could say nothing to that effect. After all, history only remembered those who won. The losers were afforded whatever dignity the winner and the teller of that story had for them.His room was dark. With a flick of his wrist, the bedside switch beside h

He knew he had to keep an eye on him. That was what mattered. The very fact that he had been able to seal his systems as something that would not have been possible. He pulled a stunt to make that happen. Thanks to the fact that Blink in sight. Perhaps, if he was not there, then he may not have pulled that feat.Monsieur Dayo sighed as he rested his back against the door. With the girls in there with Frank, the Latino seemed to be very relaxed.’or at ease, whichever applied to the situation in there. And he was very curious.It was not like Frank was hiding anything from him. At least, that was what he got from the examination tar he carried out in him. Who knew if indeed he was hiding things from him?Still, nobody knew. The best that could happen now was that things would happen without his knowledge- Frank’s. And when that occurred, he would be there to observe that. At least, he needed to collect every detail of information right before he returned to the System Bureau Facility w

He had to get away from here. The only thought that continued to echo out from his rapidly pounding heart was this. Standing on his shaky legs and his exhausted muscles, he knew that this was the only thing that he had to do . And he had to do it very soon. The sooner he put some distance between himself and this place, the sooner they would be able to get out of reach of whoever was watching them. At least, if not for the safety that they needed, they also would have to get out of the range of being detected by the doctor. Killing two birds with one stone. Howvever as he looked at her, he saw the questions she’d gathered in her mind. New ones which he was yet to answer. You could tell from the wrinkles of her forehead and her lips which appeared to be twisted as if she was lost in thought. There were a lot of them in her face but so far, she was quiet. That was good. He was not sure if he could stomach another barrage of questions for her. At least, until they could get into the