I stepped into the battlefield. I first observed the chaos. It seemed to me that Starlet and Hollow Reaper has the policemen trapped. The tires of the police cruisers had already been slashed and anyone who attempted to escape got a shokuren embedded at his back. This wasn't to kill them but to incapacitate the deserter.The policemen were bloodied, overwhelmed and exhausted as all their bullets bounced off the KWE vest [these vests were made from Black iron ore and Milthril ore. Light as a feather but with infinite durability. Vulnerable only to lightening and laser beams]. I felt no pity for the policemen, rather my rage kept on building as the words Lawrence spoke echoed in my head.GRRH! A snarl escaped my mouth, that was the cue for the demonic system in me to act. I rushed towards the nearest policeman, he was already injured by the shokuren and was applying bandage on his injured arm. He jerked away as I suddenly appeared in front of him, he was a step too late as I grabbed him

The sound of guns being loaded and cocked reverberated around the armory. I was actually planning on taking down Alhaji alone, but it seems the government was determined to stop me. They think about a hundred or perhaps two hundred soldiers will stop me? Perhaps in the past it will be make me sit and plan this hunt for weeks, but now I've got an army, let the blood flow.KWE mercenary guild has already grown and the gunslinger group has already been divided into smaller groups we call Platoons. Each platoon consist of thirty foot soldiers, one communicator or tech geek and then a platoon commander. Sending a well trained platoon along with me just to take out Alhaji seems more of an overkill than a simple hunt, but I don't care, the more souls that fall during this vengeful hunt the closer I am to my goal.“Attention!” The platoon commander said while the soldiers saluted as soon as I stepped into the armory. They were all dressed in black, with visored helmets, just like the American

A bright light flashed and a humanoid figure dressed in military uniform appeared. This figure looked exactly human but a bit unrealistic. It looked human, but it wasn't human. It had an oval face, lean body and wavy hair. It's military uniform fitted his tall lean body. This was the character of Drake in the game 'Galaxy'.“Alright, the war between Germinal and the Six Nations is still ongoing. The quest states that I have to meet up an old soldier in a little bunker and obtain more information about the war from him.” Drake spoke to himself. Just as he was about to move, he heard a bang, and a red light flashed in front of him, he felt a stinging pain on his right shoulder.-48He had been been shot. He pulled his gun and turned around. Facing him were seven individuals dressed in all black, even their faces were covered with black colored masks. But he knew who theses were; The Gator Crew. This group always bullied him, both at school and even in the game.“What do you want! Tony.”

“Thank God I have a system!” Drake was ecstatic but quickly discovered that there were several irregularities.'NPC, not a player? Countdown timer? Torturous future ahead?'Drake furrowed his brows as he organized his thoughts.First of all, although he had no idea how the system had transmigrated together with him, he had to treat this world as a new reality, meaning that if he died, he could not bank on being able to respawn like in the game, he will be dead for good.Secondly, he could still access the system's interface despite being classified as an NPC. This suggested that he could still level up like a player, which was good news.Thirdly, if the countdown timer confirmed his suspicions that he had indeed traveled back in time to before the game's launch, did it mean that 'real players' will soon appear?Lastly, and most important of all, the 'torturous future ahead' meant only one thing; he was currently in grave danger!Drake felt indignant. Didn't people who transmigrated no

Gregory College. A college that opened it's arms, welcoming to those of High-class, Mid-class and lower-class. This was a college that Elian Gray chose, and God willing, he scored the highest mark in the exams and got awarded a scholarship to study here. Even though he's been orphaned at a young age, Elian always had this dream that things will turn out better, and that's why he never gave up on life.Elian Gray walked across the college grounds, lost in thought. He had been struggling to make ends meet, working multiple jobs to support himself and his girlfriend, Aurora 'Rory' Blackwood. He had hoped that today would be a better day, but as he saw Rory waiting for him by the fountain, he sensed something was off."Elian, we need to talk," Rory said, her voice cold and detached."Hey, what's going on?" Elian asked, feeling a knot in his stomach."I've been thinking, and I've realized that I deserve better than someone who can barely take care of himself, let alone me," Rory said, her