Invasion Day 5
Courtyard by Marriott, Fishkill, NY
“You know what, let’s get him in, Seth!” the blonde girl cut her cousin off, seemingly couldn’t contain her giddiness any longer. “Make him to be an Ally too!”
Right, he needed to do that.
Seth opened the menu again, quickly finding the icon he needed to click.
[Sending request to Wade Moore.]
[Request has been sent to Wade Moore. Please check your email.]
Amy took over, and in no time, Wade was an Ally.
[Congratulations!]
[1 Ally registered.]
[Status]
[This personal Information will be hidden from other Systemists.]
[Full Name: Wade Moore
Date of Birth: 2-09-1993]
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[Nickname: moreweedplease
Level: 1
Exp: 0
HP: 300 / 300
Regeneration: 0.28
Strength: 0.49
Speed: 0.74
Resistance: 0.29
Technique: 0.88
Skill: None]
Invasion Day 5Courtyard by Marriott, Fishkill, NYThe air was hot. Seth had felt so since early today. That was why he and Amy chose the hotel to take a small reprive, the air conditioned lobby was the best after all.Aside from the obvious advantage, the hotel’s main lobby was also covered by brick wall and sturdy glass door. They had a clear view of the front yard and no infectores would come from behind. They had slaughtered everyone inside.Moreover, the System would alert him if any infectores were around. He also found out that another Systemist could be detected, so it would prepare him if someone had any ill intention.That was why, the fact that Seth didn’t notice anything before an attack was unleashed towards him was unbelievable.If he stood a little to the left, he’d lose his head, instead of just a few stray of dark hair. The blast resulted in a damaged front desk instead, reducing the brick mat
Pain bloomed in his chest.That was the only thing Seth could think about.He tried to think about his life. At least, the best part of it. The cat videos – oh, how much he missed lazying around and only watched the cutest, fluffiest creature on Earth plays – the snacks he save to munch when he pull an all-nighter, the tiny green herbs his neighbour Elba made him water.Well, he could think about his dream job too. It wasn’t much of a job, really, but Seth wanted to at least pay rents with his hobby. Fuck his classes and the most stuck up professor he ever know. Victor Louise’s certain death would happen sooner than he expected. He couldn’t give exams if he wasn’t alive.And that brought his mind to a round-about way, that he was dying.Seth was dying, he couldn’t deny that.If he didn’t do anything, he’d die and Striker would receive a hefty cells and exp from Seth’s demise. Probably celebrating a big kill with free expensive wine and burn the hotel down. No one would say anything, b
Dark chains suddenly wrapped around Seth's body, binding his arms to his chest with no preamble. Amy was no better. Both of them had let their guards down."Look at you lovebirds, so cute huddling together under a tree," the bitchy witch said with words dripping sweets, sending shivers down his spine."Have you been kissing each other senseless?" The alleged mage who cursed Amy's village smiled, showing rows of pure white, sharpened teeth. "Are you up for a threesome? I don't mind sharing."Seth bristled, seething with impetuous anger. "Shut your fucking trap!""What a foul mouth you have there. Men. You all deserve to die.""I'll kill you first," Seth growled, fiery coals in his eyes.The horrible hair-styled blonde raised an eyebrow, reeling back to stand on her heels. It looked like she was analyzing him.[System analyzer detected.]'Hide my stats!'[Level 1 users cannot hide statistics.]"No level. No skill. No gift. Two useless items. That's all you got and you dare to threaten m
Reinard Blackridge appeared in the middle of the make-shift tornado. Standing tall and looking mighty amongst the fallen leaves and dirt, Reinard's butt chin brought relief. His mere presence had the opposite effect from before. The floating purple screen appeared in front of Seth's eyes. [1 new System user found.][Open a three-way PvP?]'No!' Seth quickly denied. He needed an ally, not an enemy. [Three-way PvP invitation cancelled.]"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Reinard looked around, noting the misty forest and three other presences beside him. "Amy?" Reinard turned a questioning eye at his summoner. "I thought I wouldn't see you again for the next few weeks?""We don't have much time, but please lend us your power," she hurried to say, looking pointedly at the thrashing dark mage pinned to the ground by Seth. Reinard chuckled, "You demand something big. What would I get for it?"Seth was suddenly being thrown into the air. [You are currently airborne due to your
A laugh was supposed to convey happiness, not a manic reaction out of humorless circumstances. At least, that was what was on normal people's minds.Present in such a situation, Seth couldn't fault Striker for laughing in the face of death. After all, he had done so before."Lift my curse from your village?" Striker repeated with such exaggeration, prompting Amy to bristle even more. "I'd rather die if Uravis and all of his men can still suffer!""But you can–""Forgive?" Striker smirked darkly, eyes widened, and she reminded Seth of the Chucky doll. "Uravis can grovel under my feet, and I won't even entertain the idea of lifting my curse. I will never!""You're truly despicable.""I'm not the one starting this, honey. It's called justice.""No, it's revenge.""Whatever your naïvete call it, I won't change my mind.""I don't know anything about the curse, but can I drop her now? It's almost on my skill limit," Reinard interjected, waiting for Amy's cue."You're truly fargone, aren't y
'How to resurrect a dead man?'[What makes you think you can resurrect people as you please?]Striker clicked his tongue.[You cannot unlock Necromancy skill on this level.]Therefore, Striker decided he'd come along with Amy to her village, even with the high probability that he'd become sick – just like every other male there.For him, her well-being was the most important. Not that he told her so. He was sane enough to remember that sudden infatuation would only bring suspicion.Ashwell village could be reached in a two-hour walk from the forest where they fought with Striker. The sky was dark when they arrived, and Striker suddenly felt the pain in his stomach when he stepped foot on the village's border.'Fuck!' Striker bit his tongue, stopping the curse from slipping past his mouth and alerting Amy of his pain. He volunteered for it, despite the System's incessant insult of his lack of IQ.[Warning!][You are about to enter a cursed zone.]'Too late, damn it.'The pain had grown
The funeral went smoothly, despite the fire that burned down three houses in the middle of Ashwell village.Seth went to a funeral before. Once.Amy's funeral.The only one he ever attended to. Though, her family didn't really want him there. They didn't want him there, in the first place.Not when she was still alive; nor when she was dead.This time, he didn't want to go to Amy's father's funeral. He didn't know the man. Although, seeing her tearful face, his heart was wrenched and he ended up coming anyway.He saw it from afar. Saying some useless condolences to his girlfriend's counterpart in this universe before it started.The funeral was held for seven people. Amy's father, Uvaris and his father – Deja the village leader, Uvaris' mother, his younger brother, and his baby twin sisters.Amy's house was too close to Uvaris', hence why it was burned along the way. The arsonist was none other than a widow who lost her husband because of the curse – just like Amy's father was.It did
"This is Samir Higgins, a famous mage known for his vast knowledge of purifying magics," the barkeeper introduced them to the newcomer. Samir looked much like how Seth thought of a Mongolian shaman. He was wearing a hat with animated individual facial expressions and a number of feathers, as well as cotton pendants. His deel was light in color, probably of goat leather. A little drum hanging from his back obscured most of the time. "You're too generous with your praise, Odie," the Mongolian shaman said, taking a seat beside Seth. "Mystic Sour, please.""Right away, sir," the barkeeper – Odie, turned his back and went to make the requested drink."So," Samir clapped his hands, making some beads from his bracelet to clank against each other, "Who might you be and what can I help you with?""Seth Leinster," and he pointed to the red-haired girl with freckles on her cheek, "Amy G– Ashmark."Amy shot a confused look, but it soon dissipated as she started. "My village is cursed by a mage.