Level up! More competitors coming for Lekan.
The Returning Man was a solid 6 footer. Standing in the room, he dwarfed the figure of The whip and the schizo girl.His smile was non ideal. The brownish color they revealed was more of a turn off, considering how cocky he was built. Large biceps, gigantic moulds of muscles. A squared out jaw and sturdy fingers that spoke of individual strength in them. He was the ideal form of a Superman, if that was real. But considering his facial make up, he was nothing to write home about. The roughened face, the scar at the left eye, all of which ruined the reputation he could have had for himself.Still, he was the Returning Man. And those scars told of the power he had within his brain cells. The heavy chain he had, the bling of it was none the less attractive . But it suited his sturdy frame. Along with the black sweatshirt he had on, he seemed more capable of leading a battalion than The Whip.At least, that was what the leadership thought. And The Whip, even as much he was not pleased with
The soft pelts of the raindrops bright upon everyone a solemn mood. It was only befitting to have a mood like that considering the event of the day. A hero was being laid to rest. Given a befitting burial. The sadness hung heavily in the air, the words hardly spoken from anyone. All they knew was that they felt it. And it stung so bitterly.Lekan looked at the ground. With a frown, he raised his hands to eye level, observing the black suit he had in. He was confused, mouth slightly ajar.When did he come out here? What was this? Plus who was even the one having a funeral now? His mind went ajar with several thoughts as the tried to halal de out what was happening.He was in the hospital last. He was there. Then he saw the inheritance Lawyer and had a premonition like he usually did.How did that translate into him being in a place like this? Whose funeral?The people around, he looked about, had their heads to the ground. Multiple black umbrellas further completed the already solemn
LEKAN!…Lekan…The name echoed out of the darkness. He was there. He could sense everything. But at the same time, he felt nothing. Everywhere around him was dark, so dark and void. He felt sick tk the stomach, a sense of dread overwhelming him.He ought to open his eyes, Lekan thought. Once he did, though he was sure he would be in the hospital operating room, but he would be away from this.But try, he did. It did not work. His eyelids did not budge. In fact, there was no eyelid to begin with.He frowned, looking around himself as he tried to make sense of it. This was not the Sub Space, the dimension of space he share with the blood demon and the system lady. That Sub Space was way better than this. Even though the environs of the Sun Space still had darkened around, but at the center, there was light. Light often emanates from his body. And the. The status screen light glowed softly, diffusing the strong streams of darkness about.It was by that light he went above to see the sha
Lekan wheezed. He cleared his throat now, taking in more of the gory sight. Savage satisfaction rose from within. It came from Amihan, no doubt. The intense hatred from within, the hotblooded emotions surging inside made him hot. Sweaty and with a headache.He winced as he wiped his face with his hand. One look at the hand, he saw blood. He gasped. When did he come in contact with so much blood? When did he??“Wait…” lekan mouthed now. This was not his memory. This was not what I had seen before. This time, it was all so different from the usual thing he knew. This time, it was different because he had been there. He was there. He was the one who defeated Morgana. The same woman who had brought that demonic-like beast to attack him in his street. This is where he defeated her. He gasped. “Am I… I .. in the future?” he groaned out. “But why?” He asked himself. Standing up, he could see more of the environment for himself. The usual landscape of disaster that was about
Lekan’s eyes flipped open, slowly.He exhaled softly as his ears picked up sources of disturbances. Loud screeches, sounds of crashing bricks and random explosions rocked the space about him.The air was filled with black smoke, trailing into the sky. With his eyes opened now, he saw the sight of it all. The partially destroyed buildings a. But something about them made him frown.These buildings , they seemed a bit futuristic.He frowned at this, wondering what was happening now. The other time, he’d been in a place, the aftermath of a battle. A battle he won.A battle he fought against the person of Morgana. Right before he saw the white lady walk up to him. While he was curious about what she was or who she was, he was also curious about this new place as well.Whatever was shifting him places from his actual reality, Lekan was not sure he had an opinion of it. But while it was interesting, it was still largely unsettling.Yet, interesting for him.It was, for him, like watching a g
[Mature warning- Skip if underaged.] Helen sighed, patting the black crop top she had on. The action brought focus to her belly button,the size of a water drop, externally. . It was slightly larger than normal. A phenomenon which was referred to as ‘dodo’ by his country's people. Oftentimes it was used as a term for light hearted mockery. But sighting it on her, the confidence at which she exuded even with it being exposed, it triggered him sexually. He loved her personality. The way she carried herself even though she knew she was not the best. But still had some air of confidence, as well as a bit of empathy. The fact that instead of leaving outrightly with him, she stayed behind to let him clear his head was lovable. Unlike someone who knew. The person of Lady Beatrice. She cared very less whether you’re anted to be teleported or not. As long as she had you in mind to transport, that was what she carried out. Consent or not. “You.” A raspy voice sounded now. It had a tone that
Lecherous sounds of Helen’s moan echoed through the house. They did not mind. Thrusting in throes of passion, they could not mind. Even as chaos tormented the structure of the System Bureau, Lekan and Helen continued on their sensual satisfaction. It was ecstasy. Lekan groaned, sweat balling rolling down the temples. His veins sprouted as he directed energy into his waist. With consistent vigor, he thrust, relishing in the wet goodness between her thighs. Helen moaned, sensually. Her eyes rolled up as her tongue hung out of her mouth. Her body continued jerking in sync with each thrust from Lekan. Their bodies joined in harmony of flesh and pleasure. “Oh God, yes. Ah….” Helen moaned, baring her teeth. Knitted eyebrows and a scowling face, Lekan took this as initiative. He pistoned his waist against her sexhole, smashing it violently, harder and faster. He pounded deeply as he could slam it. Then, he felt the bulge of his cock in her lower stomach. Yet instead of Helen reeling
“Blessing…” The word hung in his mouth as he arched her frame. She’s changed. A lot.The Blessing he knew did not always have this confident computer. The fierce fire in her eyes as she stared at him. The people who Eeew it’s her, their body posture signifying that they were under her lead. Or at least, allowing her to take the lead on this.He frowned. It was confusing. This was the same girl who he’d been looking for. The same one who vanished from his sight since that night. He blinked, shaking his head in disbelief. As he did that, his hisok got blurry. Another blink cleared the issue. But now, the new issue was that Blessing was gone.“Huh?” He gasped out.He looked around quickly seeking out for where she might have been. He was at the Bureau and already he knew what was possible in the Academy.People could vanish just like that. And later many miles aaah from the original spot. Maybe Blessing had a system too.“H-Helen?” He gasped out as he realized the event occurring beyond