WANNNNNN!!! WANNNNNNNNNNNN!! “This is not a drill. Everyone out. We are under status emergency. Everyone out!” BEEP! Beeepp!!! “Ugh…” Blessing groaned as she raised her head from the pillow. With another groan, she lifted her body, grudgingly. Her bare feet slapped against the ground as cognition came into her eyes. With one hand against her head, she blinked, noting the red light flashing from the square ceilings up above. “Ah. What now?” She cursed. “This is not a drill. Everyone in the bunkers is advised to evacuate immediately. This is status emergency.” The urgency of the voice overhead blared out consciousness into Blessing. Her eyes widened instantly as she jumped right up. No more was she groaning for more sleep. At least, not when she had almost been killed in an airborne battle the previous day. At least, today, they had taken the luxury to inform them that they were under attack rather than having them figure things out. She looked to her left, seeing the sigh

“The Bureau is what you can call something secret but nothing secret. We exist and yet do not exist. It is a complex issue that you would not bother to understand lest you come into some confusion. Heck, i know what i am saying is enough to confuse you already.'' Dayo laughed shortly. “Of course, It is.You want to epxlain this shot to her or you want to fry her brains?” Tabitha shouted from her seat, sticking a thumbs down to him. ---------------This action solidified the idea that this whole setup was just for her. This was her orientation since the others in here had already known everything that they had to know about the bureau. However, it touched Blessing in some way. To think that the annoying girl would want to care about her. “Hey,don't get any ideas in your head.” Tabitha turned to her. ”I just want to get out of here on time.” She said, “Oh!” Blessing sighed, realizing the truth of the matter. She only did that so they could be discharged on time. “Please, mind

“Oh ho!” Dembe laughed, shaking a finger at the French man with his eyes dilating. “You are spoiling for a fight, are you not?” He scoffed. “Typical entitled bastard.” “Mhm. Demas thoughtfully observed him, a smile over his left side of the face. “And as expected, you have been nothing more than just an empty barrel.”Provocatively, he leaned forward, placing his hands on the table in which he sat. “And as we all know, empty barrels make the loudest noise.” “You talk cheap.” Dembe snarled at him.WHOOOM! Cold chills descended in the room. The Air conditioning seemed way too ineffective compared to this as mini gusts of spontaneous wind gales erupted here and there. Furniture shifted over the place, the glass table shattering into pieces.“Eternal Time coffin!” Demas calmly mouthed.DING!A large ethereal clock appeared behind him. With golden hands and a bronze surface, each hour tick having the color of silver. “Chronostasis.” Demas chanted. Dembe's eyes widened at this. He leap

“Ugh” Leslie grumbled as she knocked on the door once more. It had been a while since she had been here. Prior to the first knock she gave to the door, she took a hasty look at herself. Like the other time, she was back from a sparring session. The Bureau had been holding one after the other tournaments between system holders. Most of them had been for fun to the system holders and entertainment to the system less in the Bureau. But to the Bureau, this was all just some means to get to observe their system in action. Leslie, on her part, had joined the tournaments because it was a great way to burn out the tension in this place.The anger in her body and the rage she felt for not completing the mission. And oh, it was such a nice place to stay away from Prof Bumju. That is, assuming the Prof. was not there to taunt her for not completing a single mission. And worse, he knew about her feelings for Lkan. And non stop, he’d been using that as a yardstick to keep her under. Like s

“Do you want to talk or not?” Beatrice demanded of her. Leslie scowled her face at this.the ultimatum of a thing was something she often rebelled against it. Having to make her follow the rules was the very thing that engineered her to do the opposite of it.This was why for each of the tournaments she had entered, she often refrained from using her system. Deciding to go all the way in melee. She sucked at following rules. And instructions. And that was her natural highlight.It was what endeared her to the Bureau in some sick way. And she enjoyed every bit of it. However now that her mentor was throwing the same thing at her, she reeled within herself. She very much wanted to refuse. To tell her that there was no way to treat her. Buts he could no do that. If the others she had met were within the league of whom she could talk down, then Beatrice. Lady Beatrice was not in that league. She was way above it. This was how much she valued and respected the presence and opinion of