HarpieShe was pissed off. Really. How could she always have family issues? And now she has a little sister? She doesn't even know if that little sis of hers would be her rival or ally. There's only one way to get rid of this b***s** life!Harpie was whining in her thoughts. And that's to get rid of those players! Ever since they wrecked off the game world, life outside has been a mess, so they must pay. And with all their weapons, together with her boundless henchmen, Harpie went to the hospital where the players were located. Harpie and the boundless with her loaded off from their truck, and carefully headed to the hospital's backdoor, while the other boundless surrounded it. But Harpie was up for a fight today so instead of heading to the backdoor she blatantly entered the front entrance caring less if there are traps on it. She raised her weapon, a gun this time, and shot everyone who blocked her way in. Dash was there. She stopped Harpie. Harpie was like a madman in fury sh

The first phase of the final face-off is a casino game. It's Jimmie who decided the game flow. When he saw how Carsen played casino in the game world, he got eager then of playing with him. There's this great excitement and satisfaction he's feeling about the thought of betting Carsen Adams. And for the record, he's seeing not Carsen, but Prime Emanator, that's why he's so eager of subduing him. Casino game. This is what he's most acquainted with. He's at his advantage position. If Carsen defeated him in this phase that means he's really that skilled. The world's eyes were on them, watching, anticipating. Then the first phase of the final face-off began. The dealer smiled as she took my stake, her hand sweeping over my chips like the hungry, inevitable tide. A boundless! Carsen thinks as he sensed the dealer. Light-headed, Jimmie closed his eyes, his chin dropping to his chest. He was in so deep now–not only was my chairman position at stake, but anyway I have a backup plan. Jim

Meanwhile in El Rotosi SquareNow that the new chairman's speech was over, and the formal ceremonial assumption was all done, all the guests in the city square were now free to enjoy the rest of the night. The party host called for dance for all, and the wide open ballroom dance floor become emptied, and filled with inviting lights. "Why don't you enjoy the night instead of interrogating me?" Carsen said to Talyn. Talyn's eyes were directed to the dance floor. At this moment the empty dance area has been slowly filled with people dancing. They were in pairs and some as a group." hey dude...why don't you dance two dance together...you know like humans," Carsen's voice was teasing. Talyn pouted, " he can even make better music than that!" she said. " Oh.. c'mon!" Carsen chuckled. " We know it's not about the music but the moment!" Carsen said winking at Usiu. Later on, Usiu initiated. He asked Talyn to join him on the dance floor. " Hey, dude I'm happy for you!" It was Ro

Looking at Tadhiel's fading face, memories flash back to Carsen. "There could be no more beautiful place than this!" Tadhiel exclaimed as he looked around. His love for his realm could be seen in his eyes. " I don't think I could live in any other place!" Tadhiel said to Prime. Prime sighed. He thinks about what Tadhiel longs for is something that's impossible for now. The Vilgroi is ripping off the realms and uprooting its settlers. Any moment the realm of the Ethereal angels could be the next. " what's that face?" Tadhiel asked Prime. Prime shook his head and smiled faintly. " Nothing..it's just that the Vilgroi--" " Please do me a favor," " what favor?" Tadhiel fell silent for a second. The joy in his eyes was replaced with melancholy. " when time comes that I need to fade...please allow me to, so I could get back here...in my home," Tadhiel said. Prime fell out of words. He honestly don't know what to say. Of course he knows what Tadhiel is asking, and he knows how

Hi, guys, this part is supposed to be book 2 of Away From Eden but it will take a long process, so I merge it here. Enjoy!------A Year AfterEmpty street. Cracked roads. Defeaning silent. The buildings were leaning like logs. The pavements were low and cracked. Even now until this time, ash drifted through the streets. There's not even a single vehicle that travels on the road but just the trucks with a flute logo. Those trucks were Jimmie's distributing air, water, and food to the game winners. At this point in time, planet Earth has lost its air, and the water is going to dry soon in due time. The hierarchies were no more too. All of the humans were equal at the bottom. And if they want to be a little higher than the others they could choose to be a game-winner or a truck driver. For these two occupations secured their basic needs. If one wins in every party game series there will be an assurance of food, water, and air for the meantime, thus they need to continue winning. If