*****“This would also serve as a great reminder to stay cautious of where I go and what I eat from now on, since as much as my immunity may be a blessing, it could just as easily become a curse if word got out.” Still strolling the quiet street which only contained security guards of the Blackwood, who were patrolling the place, Xavier finally mumbled to himself.His thoughts had already calmed down enough now, and considering the danger that night had nearly brought him, a flicker of unease and fear flashed in his eyes, recalling Grandpa Zev’s stern warning to him before he passed on.With a sigh, he brushed the beads of sweat from his forehead, an involuntary shiver crawling up his spine as he imagined himself becoming prey, torn apart for his immunity.….By now, Xavier had already put some distance between himself and the villa which housed the dining hall, almost at the gate.With his thoughts finally clear, he looked ahead, and seeing that he still had some steps to cover

*****In one of Riverton City’s most forsaken slums, where rows of ramshackle homes stood, neglected and decayed. Without electricity, drainage, or even the slightest decent roads, exuding a stench of decay and despair.Although it was currently very late into the night, with most of the other parts of the city asleep, this pitch-black street that hadn’t felt the presence of electricity in the past few years was currently alive with people.In front of a nearly collapsing, patched-up wooden house, a group of weary adults gathered, each clutching a flashlight in their hands, their faces heavily contorted with pity and horror at the grim sight presently unfolding before them."Argh! This... this sight is unbearable!" suddenly muttered a worn down, poverty-stricken middle-aged man, with only one functional arm, the other hanging crippled and useless beside him. His jaw tightened in frustration, voice thick with helpless anger.“Why? Just why does God allow such an injustice and horr

***** "Please… please, sir, let my husband go! He’s going to die!" A frail, battered woman with graying hair abruptly pleaded, her voice laced with desperation as she crawled forward, her knees scraping the rough ground, and nonstop tears streaming down her face. Though traces of her former beauty still lingered beneath the scars of hardship, she was now a shadow of herself, worn down by years of suffering. This was Selene, God’s Time’s wife, a woman once known for her resilience and grace. At this moment, however, she appeared utterly devastated, shattered, and teetering on the brink of collapse. She seemed broken, helpless, and terrified, with her hands trembling hysterically as she knocked her forehead repeatedly on the cold, hard, and unforgiving ground, pounding it until blood seeped from her brow, mixing with the dirt as she pleaded over and over. But the elderly man standing before her—a bloated, graying landlord with a fresh bandage wrapped around his head—remained as c

*****“This…” Selene’s heart trembled frantically, seeing the eyes that blood had filled, and then;“Husband,” she whispered again, her voice breaking under the weight of her sorrow. She stared at God’s Time with tearful, wide eyes, trembling as if frozen for years, seeing him like this for the first time—a mangled figure far removed from the vibrant man she adored.She tried her best to hold it in and be strong for him, but unfortunately; the tears she had been fighting to hold back finally spilled over, streaming down her cheeks in uncontrollable waves.“Boohoo!” A deep, choking sob escaped her as she collapsed into the pool of blood beside God’s Time.Then with her body shivering hysterically, she wrapped her arms around his broken body, her trembling fingers brushing the blood-soaked strands of his hair and his bruised, battered skin.Without hesitation, she cradled his bloodied figure, gently helping him sit upright despite his fragile state.“Why?” Her voice rose with des

*****Selene’s breaths came hard and fast as she asked the question in her mind, her chest heaving with the weight of her anger, but the landlord, however, wasn’t moved by her outburst per se.Instead, he tilted his head with an air of smug amusement, staring at her for a moment before finally;“Bingo,” he drawled, clapping his hands slowly as though congratulating her on solving a riddle, and with this, his confirmation struck Selene like a bolt of lightning.She had only voiced her suspicions out of sheer desperation in the first place, never truly expecting the landlord to admit to such calculated evil.She stared at the obese, old man with a smug smile on his face in utter stupor for a moment until eventually, a sudden thought crossed her mind and in the following second;“You…” Her voice cracked. “You made him hit you on purpose, right?”“You… you intentionally made my husband hit you in the head?” She inquired, her breathing becoming laborious, but then the landlord shook