Drake lay in his room, feeling the strength slowly return to his body. The alpha link system had done its work, healing him faster than normal NPC recovery. Maya and Kevin had been diligent in their care, ensuring he was comfortable and monitored. Hours passed, and Drake began to feel like himself again. One morning, Drake woke up feeling significantly better. He sat up, his muscles no longer aching as they had before. The room was quiet. He decided it was time to get back to his duties.Swinging his legs over the side of the mat, he stood up, a bit unsteady at first but quickly finding his balance.He walked to the small adjoining bathroom, where a mirror reflected his dishevelled appearance, there were fading scars from the previous fights he had engaged in, and a long scar was visible from his collarbone to his waist. It was going to be a mark of honour for him, a strong man, he smiled as he admired them, his entire outlook had changed; Facial hair was now pronounced and his ent

"Kevin, stay with Maya." He instructed. Drake's eyes narrowed with determination. He stood up, his gaze fixed on Riley, who was inching toward the exit. Without a moment's hesitation, Drake lunged at him, catching Riley off guard. Drake's powerful tackle slammed Riley against the wall, knocking the wind out of him. Riley recovered quickly, though, and pushed back, grappling with Drake. The two men exchanged fierce blows, each struggling to gain the upper hand."Why, Riley?" Drake demanded between punches, his voice filled with anger and betrayal. "Why did you do it?" Riley didn't answer, his face contorted with effort as he fought to free himself from Drake's grip. The struggle was intense, with both men using every ounce of their strength and skill. Riley managed to land a solid punch to Drake's ribs, causing him to stagger back momentarily. But Drake was relentless. Ignoring the pain, he charged forward again, catching Riley around the waist and lifting him off his feet. With

Drake sat cross-legged on the rough mat, the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the cold, damp walls of his room. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each more troubling than the last. He had managed to deceive Maya and Kevin, concerning the name "Zero." But he knew better. Zero was not just a name; it was his original name, the one he was transmigrated into; from a past he had tried desperately to leave behind. As he contemplated the precariousness of his situation, the Germinal organization loomed large in his thoughts. They were relentless, their network of spies growing ever more intricate in their efforts to hunt him down. He couldn't afford to leave the hideout yet; the risk was too great. But he couldn't remain idle either. He had to make himself useful to Isalio and the shadow organization, the only ones who had offered him refuge and a chance at redemption.'hey, system!' He called out for his companion. 'What are my added stats and comp abilities, I want t

Hila sat alone in her quarters, the faint glow of the desk lamp illuminating the blueprints and documents spread out before her. Her mind was razor-focused on a single objective: rescuing her sister from the Night Owl faction. This mission was too personal and too critical to involve anyone else. She trusted no one but herself, her mission to rescue her sister from the Night Owl faction required more than just courage; it required meticulous planning and precise execution. She had to gather as much information as possible about the Night Owl base to devise an effective rescue plan. The base was full of danger, and any misstep could be fatal.Late at night, when the base was at its quietest, Hila slipped out of her quarters. She wore a dark, form-fitting suit designed to blend into the shadows. Her steps were silent, her movements calculated. She had one objective: find and download the base's blueprints and security details.The Germinal Organisation's base was heavily fortified, wit

Hila sat in her quarters, her heart heavy with anticipation and dread. The Germinal organization had finally granted her permission to visit her sister, Alyssa, at the Night Owl facility she had carefully masked her true intentions, to gain this opportunity. Hila knew she had to make the most of it.Before her departure, Hila meticulously reviewed her plans. The blueprint of the Night Owl facility lay spread out on her desk, annotated with notes and strategies. Her tablet, loaded with data she had obtained using Doctor Calebite’s bug, displayed a series of security protocols she had to bypass. She couldn’t afford any mistakes.Hila packed a small bag with essentials, including a hidden communicator and a few small tools that might come in handy. She also included a vial of a sedative, a contingency for emergencies.As the sun began to set, Hila was escorted to her glider by a squad of Germinal troops. The journey to the Night Owl facility was long and winding, passing through remote a