"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.
"Argh!" Seth threw his stone dagger to the wall in front of him, ten meters away. It lodged between the bricks, showing his improved physical power. Well, or that the builder didn't use their finest material for the wall. Beside him, Amy loudly exhaled. Again. "Stop before it bounces back and stab you.""It wont," the red-eyed man grumbled, expecting a glitch to appear in the air. It did, right by where his right hand was. The Stone Fang Dagger came back, as expected. He wouldn't lose it, that was the law. The very system attached to his life now."I never saw that kind of magic," Amy stated after witnessing it, brows furrowed at the glitch that disappeared once he grabbed the stone dagger.Seth cheekily said, "Now you see it."The ginger-haired girl grumbled, "Not what I mean. Where did you learn it?"That didn't even cross his mind. "You have magic school here?""… where did you come from again?"'Fuck.' Seth deliberately avoided eye contact with her. It wouldn't be funny if he
"Get your dirty hands away from my girlfriend's breasts!" Seth growled, wrenching away the stranger from Amy. He shoved the stranger to the nearest brick wall, holding him there with one hand and landing a solid punch on his gut with the other. "Gah!" the stranger bowled over, clutching his stomach. But Seth didn't let him rest, he sent another hit. Right to his eye, this time. "Stop it!" Amy snapped, suddenly on the white-haired shirtless man's side, calloused hand gripped Seth's wrist – halting him from making the stranger's other eye black. "He dared to touch you.""He ran into me and accidentally touched me." Amy reminded, "He doesn't mean to.""Tch!" Seth let him go with a glare, looking down at the stranger who then slid to the ground, now clutching on his eye, breathing heavily. "I didn't mean to, I swear!" the stranger said, peering up at him and Amy back and forth. He looked miserable, with tears on the brink of falling. "Are you going to cry just after two punches?" T
To find that the quests he got from the System correlated well with whatever happened lately was quite a … bless, to say the least. Seth had long since he believed in such a thing as blessing.Just like this one. Even after he found out that Ruis Bagfort was the mage with a possible prowess who might be able to lift Melva Saunders' curse from Amy's village, he couldn't do anything about it.Amy certainly expresses the dislike and disgust at the mage known to be a former prisoner. Seth himself, even when he could spare a little sympathy for the fellow former prisoner earlier, was no longer thinking so.However, the wellbeing of the villagers was important to Amy. She said to herself. He only did not know whether that would out weight her hate towards Ruis Bagfort who kidnapped, tortured, and killed children. Seth would really like to ask her that, but he got a flash of warning from the System.[No breach of information from the System allowed.]So, after they watched the people beatin
The light underneath Lou Yi and his feet glowed in a synchronized dance. This was the end of the Dragon Altar and the beginning of a new era. His era. Where the world would only remember the name of whoever is strong and wouldn’t question his original intention.But, a dash of golden slashed across from him. A sliver of an old friend, a young face from so long ago. Wanwan interrupted the Diversion that Lou Yi casted.And with it, he fell through reality, lost in the push and pull, the discordant song of space and time. He fell and flew, in a second, it no longer differed. Only darkness. He opened his eyes and then became aware that they were open in the first place.He felt strange.It felt empty.Why did it felt empty?But, it wasn’t empty anymore. Something else was there. A dazzling light, so vivid that his eyes hurt, he closed them. It was calling him. But he had to be somewhere, didn’t he?When he opened them again, he found himself in a world of chaos.Striker was disoriented. Th
She was dead. And with her body buried in a sacred funeral, he took a thumb driver out of her table’s drawer.Oh no, he didn’t meant to. She wanted me to have it, was a lie he prepared in case someone asked. But, no one ever ask him anything anymore. He was not the favorite people to have around. Who would, in their right mind, want to be associated with him. A King of Thief, he used to proudly declare himself, since long before he could remember, seeking attention while elusively avoiding any accusation the law enforcement tried so hard to arrest him with.Now? He didn’t care at all.Even so, he still prepared another argument. It was in his nature, he would say, as part of his brain would reminded him of the morality he was not familiar with. Then, they wouldn’t press for more, because that’s what they expected of him. They knew too well.One thing he didn’t prepare was, “What the hell are you doing here?”He bolted out of her room, out of her house, leaving behind a man he knew by
He loved the sea. This fact would be revealed to a strange city-lover girl in front of him in one hour and forty minutes time.Currently, he was battling the wind, leaning against the opened door of the speeding rural train. As it passed beyond looming casuarina trees, sliver of blue sea water peeked along the tall, waving coarse grass. He took out his phone, holding it tight so it wouldn’t fall as he took a short video. A keychain that his sister gave to him jiggled left and right, reminding him to be petty and post the video to Instagram. A story for the annoying younger sister that was stuck in town. The quality of it was ignored. It would get to her nerve, either way.Click.The circling neon colors took his mind out of the annoying hair that grew too long, wiping away in his face. After another three weeks of quarantine, he should have went to the barber first thing in the morning. Not the sea. And that thought was quickly forgotten as the train passed through raised wooden house
Clank!Striker’s last hit almost got his neck.Seth quickly pushed the sword away with his blackwood bow. He also managed to scrap the obsidian tip of his bow against Striker’s hand, but it was nothing. Striker’s maximum Resistance made him practically invincible for the next one hundred seconds or so.He felt another pain seared, cutting his breath short. Then, a bigger red stain bloomed on his chest. Even with the added Resistance from Stormweaver, he almost screamed due to the pain.Unfortunately, that wasn’t the end of Striker’s attack.“Seth!”He could hear Wade’s scream, but his mind flared with overwhelming pain he never experiences. The only thing on his mind was a plea.A plea to make this pain go away. A plea for Striker to stop attacking him.A plea so that he couldn’t feel anything.‘Please …’He didn’t want to feel anything.‘Please …’Dong![999 damage received.][You received a Gift.][Gift – Ghostwalker: Unlocked.][Ghostwalker: Teleport Systemist as far as their eyes