"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
Invasion Day 6Minor Memorial Library, Roxbury, CT“Who are you?”Seth repeated his question from yesterday.The stranger didn’t look up from the library’s computer, too immersed in her first-player shooter game. Seth was jealous of her indifference for once, hoping he could lay back on the breakroom’s smelly grey couch and play his own relaxing game.‘What’s the good of shooting animated people when you can shoot an actual infectores instead?’ She thought a little bitterly.The stranger raised an eyebrow, looking up at him in surprise. Perhaps she wasn’t expecting his question because of his inability to tell her identity immediately with the System’s help. “Tricky Fool.”“Your real name, not the one the System displayed. I don’t feel like calling you a Fool when you’re clearly not.” Seth didn’t want to offend her and set her on a rampage like Striker did. He couldn’t take another enemy when he had barely healed from the previous attack.“Beatrice Dooley.” The stranger smiled. “But
Invasion Day 7Courtyard by Marriott, Fishkill, NYThis was the last chance.The last day for Seth to not lose the System.[1 hour before the System’s seven days free access ends.][Payment is needed to have full access to the System.][Eliminate 3 of your Ally.]The message flashed again in his phone when Seth opened the System’s User Interface, shining his face with luminescent blue hues. He tried not to think much about it. He’d be fine if he had a System, he’d survive this invasion.“Do you have a sister?”Seth faltered on his step, looking sideways at Beatrice, who walked a little slower than him. It was to be expected, she was dragging her axe and a big bag of something he didn’t know about. “Why do you ask that?”The female Systemist shook her head a little. “You gave me my own space in the library, but didn’t sleep more than one room away from me. You’re like a protective older brother, you know?”He scoffed, “I just don’t want you to betray me and call Striker instead.”“Yeah