Jordan grinned, the corners of his lips lifting slowly, while his eyes flashed an unpredictable gleam. The piece of wood slammed into the ground with a heavy sound that broke the silence. Hillard and the others froze, their bodies tense as if the air around turned to ice, holding them in place.Hillard inhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling in shock. His eyes darted to his friends' faces, searching for a glimmer of courage. However, they were all rigidly silent, like statues trapped in time.His esophagus felt like sand, forcing Hillard to swallow saliva that did nothing to dispel the dryness. But this was no time to be stunned. He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, the chill of sweat starting to seep through his palms. "Don't daydream! He's our enemy. Finish him now!"Hillard's friends snapped out of their shock, realizing that they had to act. Within seconds, they charged at Jordan together, their movements full of anger and panic. However, Jordan moved only

“So this is your level of power?” Jordan fiddled with the penknife, as if it was his leisure game. With a slow motion Jordan bent at the waist with his other hand. “You move pretty well for an intruder.”Edmund furrowed his brow and stared intently at the man before him. His knife throw earlier had been fast enough to kill someone. However, this man in front of him was able to catch him easily. In fact, the uniform he was wearing clearly belonged to a Private Second Class.Slowly, Edmund stepped his left foot forward, setting up a ready position to make a move. Slowly his left hand clenched into a fist, as if ready to fang, while his right hand hid behind. “You can catch that. A Private should not be able to anticipate such speed. Who are you?”Jordan squinted slightly. He slowly scanned Edmund's movements. Since Edmund had asked such a question, he must have known that Jordan was not a Private Second Class. This person would be more cautious and would not hesitate to kill.Jordan exh

“I can't believe I'm here again,” Harvey muttered, his voice almost swallowed up by the gentle wind. His sad eyes scanned every corner of the place, as if searching for something lost. His footsteps were slow, as if every trace he left behind carried a heavy burden of memories.The scene dragged him back in time, eight years ago, when his life changed drastically. Harvey remembers the first day he stepped into university, full of hopes and dreams like any other young man. However, fate had other plans. That event - an event he never wanted - forced him to leave college and replace books with weapons. He left for the battlefield. At that time, Harvey received many wounds on his body.Now, Harvey stands in this place, where time seems to have stopped. He had not come for no reason-there was someone hiding here, someone he had to meet in person. His steps are steady, but the shadows in his eyes are cautious. The conversation they were about to have was not only important, but crucial. Th

Many people were holding their heads, as if they were going to explode. Deep frustration floats in the air. It haunted the young people who were trying to figure out how to solve the mystery of the problem in front of them.This place became crowded because the problem that had been on the big whiteboard for half a year was being discussed again. What's more, there was a group of people who could have been the creators of the problem there, nudging the egos of the university thinkers.“Ah! I don't understand! It's a physics problem, right? I've never encountered anything this difficult!” complained a student with slightly messy hair. I don't know if he's imitating Einstein's style or if he's just lazy about taking care of his hair, but the complaints coming out of his mouth make him look less intelligent.A man wearing glasses hit the Einstein-haired person on the head. He let out a long breath while shaking his head. “It's math, you idiot!”The Einstein-haired man grimaced, his face

Neuron tilted his head, his eyebrows slightly raised, while the corners of his lips curled downward. His eyes were sharp, tracing Harvey's face, searching for an unspoken answer. “So, you're back in the military?” he said, his tone cold, without the slightest trace of respect. A small frown appeared on his forehead, and his eyes narrowed, as if trying to penetrate Harvey's layers of secrets. The air between them felt heavy, as if the question was more like an accusation hanging in the air.Harvey slowly shakes his head, his movements steady, without any hesitation. “No,” he said in a low tone, yet full of certainty. “I just want to enjoy the quiet.”He looked up, letting his eyes linger on the vast blue sky. There, the clouds moved slowly, as if erasing the gloomy shadows of the past. A gentle breeze swept across his face, bringing a peaceful scent that was so foreign to him. In the past, a sky like this was just a decoration that he didn't have time to notice amidst the roar of order