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
Invasion Day 7Courtyard by Marriott, Fishkill, NYOutside of the deserted hotel, littered by unmoving corpses of infectore staff and guests, a fight broke out.Though, to say it was a fight was a bit far stretch. Calling it a one-sided fight was also not quite right, as it looked to be like Beatrice was beating the shit out of Striker. A physical bully, to put it easily.But, if Seth really wanted to describe it, it’d be a full-front attack on a disabled person.“Gah!”“Fuck–““Argh!”Striker’s pained shout sounded like music in Seth’s ear. He would like to hear it more, watching as the mad Systemist screamed like a girl, unable to move a muscle and wield his goddamned bright red blade.It would be perfect revenge if only Seth was the one who caused Striker to cry his lungs out.“The clock’s ticking, remember?” Beatrice told him over Striker’s useless glare and curses. Nodding quickly, Seth moved out and slipped through the woods, keeping himself hidden.Striker didn’t see him yet, b
Invasion Day 7 Courtyard by Marriott, Fishkill, NY 11 : 27 PM The time showed that only thirty-three minutes left before Seth’s seven days of free access to the System ended. Not much of a time, and definitely way less than he hoped he needed. Alas, that was what he had. It was a short time compared to how long he usually spent laying in bed, scrolling up and down on his feed, or playing puzzle games. It was especially short compared to how long he had planted his feet in the world. He’d like to travel out of space first if he could. But, even giving his two allies a proper greeting would take too much time from his plate. So, without further delay, their most awaited fight, Seth picked his arrow with apparent ease and took his aim. Veesh! The silver-tipped arrow breezed past his cheek, slicing the air like its namesake, and in a second, lodged itself an inch away from the blonde girl’s foot. “I’m warning you,” Seth said, picking another arrow from the dark leather quiver by h
Invasion Day 7Courtyard by Marriott, Fishkill, NY11: 43 PMClank!Crash!Seth gripped his Stormweaver tightly, not letting it go even when Sunshard’s sharp glass was against his knuckles. It hurt, even when his Resistance’s point was already up, but the blood spilled in the deserted hotel was not lying.Quickly leaping back, Seth picked an arrow from the dark leather quiver, contemplating for a million seconds if he should use the last Winterion too. Not that he feared missing his target, but it wouldn’t be as useful. Two opponents were fighting against him at the moment.[Bloodlord’s Battle Axe: Basic Skill in use.][Strength + 40%.][Speed + 10%.]Clank!Clank!Seth whipped around, almost breaking his own ankle at it. Thankfully, he could dodge and block Wade’s last three strikes. But he was forced to unleash Winterion on Amy, who almost slipped past Wade and launched her attack at him.[Winterion Effect: 59 seconds left.]Then, he fired his next attack.[Skiver activated.]The ar
Invasion Day 7Hudson Highlands State Park, Cold Spring, NY11: 58 PMThud!“Gah!”[1.790 damage received.]Seth gritted his teeth as his chest flared in pain.The gunshot wound was way worse than the deep slash Striker inflicted two days ago. Added to the wounds from Amy and Wade, he could only lay on the ground, curling on himself with the pain throbbing madly.“Argh …”He pressed his hand against the open wound, blood slipping through his fingers and painted his clothes red. If he didn’t suffer this much, then he’d be sad because the shirt was a Dragon Ball limited edition he got free from Izuka’s shop.“Seth?”A small voice breached his mind, bringing his attention up. He tried to focus, looking for the source of that small voice through his hazy mind. The pain muddled everything around him.“Seth! I miss you!”He heard quick footsteps, but even raising his head was quite difficult at the moment.“Seth, why are you lying on the ground? You’ll get bugs and worms into your ears and
Invasion Day 8 Otaru, Hokkaido, Japan Daichi battled the wind, leaning against the open door of the speeding rural train. Offshore, the wind brushed against his cheek, against the smile on his lips, like a mother caressing her son. He took out his phone, holding it tight in his hand so it wouldn’t fall. A short video, he made a reel no more than a minute, then posted it on his social media. Usually, it’d take five minutes for one of his friends to give a measly comment, a mandatory compliment or the likes. But, after the invasion hit, and then, there was nothing. Well, more like the internet broke. Like, Hiroshima – Nagasaki nuclear bombs decades ago, but in a virtual version of it. How to put it plainly, hmm … the internet had aneurysms. That’s the best term he could come up with. Either way, Daichi had followed the news with his phone, connected to the Japanese government's free Wi-Fi for tourists an