It’d been a week since the whole encounter with Connor and the strange stalker man had ensued and Dorian glanced at the system sharply, before letting out an exhausted sigh and asking,“Do you have to remind me that I got someone killed?”For the past seven days now the system had displayed a notification always in his line of sight. It was outlined in the familiar gold letters of the system’s usual notifications, and he had ignored it at first because this was a skill system. What business did a skills system have with telling him the Destroyer reward feature had been activated if not for the sole purpose of mocking him?He took it as a joke, but for the past seven days, that has been there, and now Dorian found himself wondering if this was his punishment for indirectly taking a life or if this was just the system telling him destruction was actually a skill.“Don’t be a doofus idiot.Regardless of your lily-livered mind and intellect, you still have to be notified that the Destroye

Dorian felt his eyeballs dart left and right sharply, but he didn't turn his head. He was unsure of what to do next.Dorian cursed at himself internally because there was nothing he could now do to avert this. Any move he took could take his life. Before Dorian could try to get his system to assess the situation, laughter echoed in the air. This kind of laughter was rich laughter, the laughter of a man who had money and who was determined to show it in every possible way.With a flick of his finger, Dorian watched his father order the gun to be withdrawn,“Hello, boy.” The greeting was uttered in the most demeaning way possible and despite the shock of having a gun aimed at him still running through his body, Dorian bit out a reply.“I'm not your boy.” His father laughed a little again, the sound mockingly humorless, and then he poured himself a glass of wine.Dorian felt himself trying to hide the internal eye roll and hoping he failed. Who poured themselves wine while in the off

In the middle of a situation like this, there were only two options. Defend, or run.Dorian chucked the other option into the trash bin because it was obvious that wouldn’t work. How fast would he be able to move before a bullet went into his leg? Or spine?Plus, Dave was here. Even if he was to use the aerial surveillance feature to evade the shots, Dave would be collateral damage.“Back away from them really slowly.”Dorian whispered those words under his breath and he was pleased to see Dave got them and was now obeying them.To keep the strangers distracted, Dorian did the one thing he had never really done in his life.“Who the hell are you guys, and what the fuck do you want from us!” Shouting.Shouting when no one else had raised their voice in a situation was a surefire way to aggravate your opponents, and get hurt if your bark couldn’t back up your bite.Oddly though, the lanky man at the head of the group simply chuckled and slickly put his lean mean looking gun into the be

As was always the case when the leader of a gang was stupid, the coughing started and Dorian watched as those under Matthew Don struggled to organize themselves and get him to safety fast enough.They bumped into each other, crashed into one another, the whole situation was confusing and there was an added sense of chaos because Matthew wouldn't stop coughing.Dorian watched as all this was going on and he caught Dave's eyes from the corner of his vision.Dave was staring at him weirdly, and truthfully anyone in that situation would.Almost like Dorian had known this would happen he kept on a calm expression all through the ruckus. Something different was on his mind. Getting Matthew to have a coughing fit that would almost take his life didn't mean they would get released.Obviously, this was only occurring to him right now because he always forgot to think things through.Dorian cursed under his breath and hoped that this would play out the way he wanted it to.Dorian stared at the

Dorian felt sick to his tummy, and wondered if his misery had decided to come back for him. There was no way he could contact those men who had abducted he and Dave as that was the only lead, he had.He tried to track the cat again, but the same X sign came up on the system, and he slammed his hand on his face, feeling frustrated and helpless.He had lost interest in meeting Mr. Craig as he felt that the connection, they might have together might not last long, due to the unavailability of the cat in his life.Dorian plopped down on his sofa, thinking of what he could do, or if he just had to wait until the cat came back, if that’s it wandered away for a while. But a text interrupted his thoughts, and he was surprised to see Mr. Craig’s text again.“I’ll be expecting you shortly, Mr. Flint. We have a lot to talk about.”Dorian sighed, and stood up on his feet. His curiosity had just been piqued again by Mr. Craig, and he wanted to know how important the meeting was.Dorian walked over