"So,"Victor, Tyson, and Xing were at the dining table."You ready to tell me how you wound up in the middle of literally nowhere?"Tyson paused his eating as he balls his fist.His past flashed before his eyes. Victor and Xing could feel the rage and anguish that overcame the white-haired man.He recalled working diligently for the association even though he was of the lowest rank. He worked tirelessly hunting down petty criminals with his Astro gear.He also recalled being left for dead by the woman he respected the most."Life is cruel, snow-white. So you don't have to talk if you don't want to."Tyson took a deep breath. "No, I owe you two for saving my life. So it's the least I could do."He stands up and begins his narration."As you already know, I'm a C-Grade bounty hunter working for the BHA. Or I was... Until recently.""Being a C-Grade, I did not command any respect from everybody else. We were seen as grunts. The weakest next to D-Grade hunters who could barely take down a

LOCATION: RED WINEInside the warship of the association, Mistique was slamming her fists against the wall. "How is this happening? Why are they losing against one man?" She was checking the heat scanners as she saw the fate of her subordinates. "Is this the strength of the most wanted man in the cosmos?" She had sent waves after wave of hunters to the Ebon Phantom, but the result was the same. They were beaten and knocked out with single blows by one man. Mistique was unaware of the fact that it wasn't Victor who was beating up her crew. "I guess I'll just have to go there myself." ... Victor had a bucket of popcorn in front of him as he and Xing indulged themselves with the sight of a one-sided beatdown. They watched as bodies flew everywhere. "Ack, how is he so strong!?" "He has the rarest Astral Spectrum!" "But it was white moments ago because he was a C-Grade hunter!"The hunters tried to make sense of Tyson's awakened powers, but they all failed to get another word o

"Huff. Huff.""You're almost there..." Victor was holding a stopwatch to keep a record of how long Tyson could keep his astral skin on."This is annoying!" Tyson was getting tired and angry. Keeping the black astral skin on took a lot of mental focus which placed a strain on him."I'm afraid you're going to have to deal with it, snow-white."The first lesson for Tyson was to learn how to properly use his astral skin."You wouldn't want a repeat of what happened the other time now, would you?"Tyson clicked his tongue. As much as he'd hate to admit it, Victor was right. There was no point in being stubborn.The black astral skin is one of the rarest Spectrums that a person can harness. It provides an incredible buff in strength and speed as shown by Tyson when he easily took care of over a dozen B-Grade bounty hunters. He would have beaten the A-Grade Mistique too had he not exhausted his astral."I appreciate you going through the trouble to help me but... Do I have to do it in this p

"Finally!" Tyson exclaimed as he spread his arms apart. "I can breathe fresh air again!" He, Victor and Zera have made their way back to the Ebon Phantom."Well?" Victor turned to the vampire. "What do you think of Stally?" He asked with a grin as he puffed out his chest.Zera scanned the cruiser momentarily before setting her gaze back to its captain. "She's as vibrant as ever." She remarked with a smile. Tyson wore a stoic expression as he glanced at the two. 'Why are they talking as if the cruiser is a living thing?'Just then, Xing approached them."Xing..." Zera said in a cold tone.Tyson felt a chill run down his spine. She gave off the same vibe as earlier when they met. The look was aimed at the android, yet he felt restless."Zera..." Xing responded similarly."I see Jackie still hasn't taken you for recycling.""I see you're still trying to pass off as a young and beautiful woman despite being an old hag."A vein popped in the vampire's head. Zera gritted her teeth and lea

LOCATION: BOUNTY HUNTERS ASSOCIATION, MISTY TRAIL GALAXY HQ."Congratulations on your promotion, Commander Sirius."The man identified as Sirius stood seven feet tall. He saluted to the Flag master who had his hands around his back.They were in the office of the Flagmaster."For the honour of the BSA, I will uphold my duties with the utmost diligence, Sir!""Yeah yeah," Harold lit up a cigarette."Onto more pressing matters." He tossed the new commander an odd device."The last commander, and your former superior, Kane was a loudmouth who failed to gather a good team. I hope you won't disappoint me as he did."Sirius gulped. He was well aware of what had happened to the former commander. He never liked Kane and always viewed him as a goal. Although that was the case, he'd never imagined the commander to face such an end at the hand of the Flag master."Kane was feeble-minded and slow when it comes to getting the job done. He believed in giving the weak a chance to seize power. I belie