ALERT: WELCOME PLAYER] [NOTICE: YOU HAVE COMPLETED ALL NECESSARY REQUIREMENTS] [NAME: ALEX WALKER [TITLE: ROOKIE MAGE [LEVEL:1 [FATIGUE:95/100] [HP:10/100 [MP:11/100 [ STR:20 VITALITY:10 AGILITY:35 SENSE: 10 INTELLIGENCE: 10 [PASSIVE SKILL: MAGE CONTROL, MAGE STEAL] [ACTIVE SKILLS: GODS HAND MAGE CONTROL TELEPORTATION ] [10% CURRENT MP DEDUCTED ] [ FATIGUE LEVEL INCREASED BY 5% [HP+ LEVEL INCREASE BY 5% HEALTH STATUS RECOVERY IN PROCESS] Instantly Alex looking at the system experienced a golden glow emanating from his body. The arrow in his mouth suddenly evaporated and his wounds made a full recovery and his detached hands grew back accompanied by golden energy. Alex finds his entire body healed from the pain and bruises. He squeezes his eyes open and lifts himself from the ground in amazement looking at his hand and leg attached to his body. " What the hell just happened? How is this possible? Does this mean I am immortal or something " he wondered while lo

His forehead was drenched in sweat. With an unsteady hand, he raised a glass of whiskey to his trembling lips, consuming its contents with a desperate thirst that hinted at a parched soul. Without pause, he swiftly refilled his glass from the bottle and then poured hurriedly and anxiously. His trembling became more pronounced, an outward manifestation of the fear that gripped him relentlessly. At the age of 13 amid this distressing scene, I couldn't help but acknowledge the strained relationship between my parents. While it was true that my mother tended to nag, my father, in his irresponsibility, unjustly laid the blame upon her for his failures. The once familiar figure, who had been a pillar of strength and guidance, had become an enigmatic stranger to me. As I surveyed the scene unfolding before my eyes, a chilling realization dawned upon me. My father, standing amidst a pool of blood, had become an embodiment of violence and tragedy. The weight of his actions stained the air, t

The glass door of the prime medical complex opens up. Doctors and nurses rush Kingston into the hospital, attending quickly to his injuries. A beautiful blonde, pale-skinned woman lavished in fine dress drove into the vicinity. "How is my husband? Where is Kingston? If anything happens to him. You all pay with your life." She narrowed her green eyes, threatening the nurses as she hurriedly entered the medical complex. "Jun Hee You shouldn't do that? We are all worried as well; however, the doctors are the ones you must sugarcoat to do their best at this very moment and not threaten them." An average paled-skinned woman with short hair and flashing glasses cuts in. Jun Hee scans her eyes on the short woman in an expensive red trench coat with black cloth wolf life fur on the collars of the coat, and the lady continues. "Are you worried because you dress like someone who is attending a wedding party? It's not convincing. If anything happens to Kingston your husband paul will lose his

" Daily News reports- Kingston Yoon remains comatose after a tragic car accident. Accusations of speculated defective noodles flower by prime marketing under Kingston's orders. More report updates shortly". A young woman laughs watching the news on her phone as her car arrives at a fancy Korean restaurant. She looked out the window as the day transformed into a sea of night. Other vehicles with guests and elderly men arrived at the same traditional Korean restaurant. She steps down and walks into the restaurant and maids direct her to a certain room. In one room as her eyes peck through the slightly open door, Simeon sat with executive subsidiaries shareholders, and the board of directors dressed in various suits. They eat and drink and open boxes filled with money. The waiter directed her to a room where Ha Yeon and two others sat and talked. As she stepped into the room, the two persons, one a male with features of brown greasy hair and brown eyes on a brown suit, and the other a

The lawyer and other groups had joined him with my grandfather's share. The board had taken bribes and not only that. Paul had created videos of their corruption and theft as evidence to blackmail them. They had no choice but to obey Kingston. My mother was pissed off. She tried talking this out when my father when he got home. If she could take the shares in the fashion company, she might have a chance however my father slammed and beat her up. I too became a recipient of male violence. Each day my mother strives to get her company back. This was the beginning of male violence in our home. My mother became weaker and weaker. She didn't have time to quarrel with my father. She was bedridden and at some point, my father brought home a female assistant named Kim. He was busy enjoying life and paid no attention to us. I had believed they were having an affair. That assistant disdains me. She hated me with passion. It was as if she had sworn to destroy me for no reason and the about th