Is Void a reader of novels? How can he be insulting me the author? Nooooo… no fair.
Void scowled, stomping his feet on the ground now with a frustrated groan.“No, really. Fuck this story!” Lekan was beyond words as he stared at Void. The way he bellowed out his rage set him thinking: What if this blondie went crazy on him? He was worried. So far, since they had met up, things never went the way of diplomacy. And considering that there was. A girl waiting for him to return this time, he was concerned. What if the battle went the way that he neither expected it and in the end, he put her in danger’s path?His heart missed a beat as he considered the possibility of this. But that was not the only thought that flushed through his mind at this time. He pondered over the reaction of the Void. About how he was acting this way and charging up like this.What story was he talking about?He frowned. He just wanted to break free from his hand. He just wanted to just break free from here.He sighed now. “What has that to do with me?” Lekan frowned at him. Void wasnt holdi
The sounds of body falling to hits rapped through the air. The entire atmosphere is cloudy, dust here and there while there are sounds of rapid movement at intervals. In the center of it is the person of Doctor Dembe. A younger version of him without all of the body fat. He had a snarl on his face, his two hands to the sides of him. Whilst all around him are the bodies of fallen System Hosts. And System Guards with their complete tactical gears for battle. It signified the state of how things had degenerated so badly within the System Bureau. So much that they would have to resolve their disagreement with battling it out. There are pillars all about. Pillars that once held up the decking of what would be a storeyed building. Unfortunately, aftermath of the disagreement between the System Hosts led to most of them being broken and dashed to bits. Only a very few still stood up. And even those that stood, neither of them had the decking which they once supported existing again. The
“You have promise.” Dembe continued to speak now. He stepped forward, the purple atmosphere around him swishing around like one dragged a spoon through thick liquid.It meant nothing to him, being that he was the one who activated this reality. Nothing to him but sadly, the same could not be said about rthose who saw the bitter side of these. They lay about, groveling around. All of them, beaten by him. Perhaps, Dembe thought now, the thing with the System Hosts was that if they understood someone like him, his power would be useless. That his system Skill was worth nothing. Unfortunately, he had shown them that they were wrong. He was worth more than that could ever think of. A threat that they allowed to fester so much. And now, there was no going back.Not that he wanted to go back. Once he set himself on this path, he knew that there would be no redemption for him. The rules about defying the System Bureau were really strict. Something like this would never be met with a pat o
The appearance of Monsieur Demas in here changed very disturbing. Dembe licked his lips knowing that this was the moment he had been waiting for.Even though he was not keen on fighting as much as he had envisaged it, he was sure that there would be no way out of this. The only way out of this was for him to take down Monsieur Demas. It was now or never.It was the final boss level. And that was pretty how things went. The only thing that bothered him now was if he had enough juice inside of him. He inhaled deeply, letting Mana which was all about flow towards him. With gentle coaxing of his mind, he is able to pull them into him. The mama streams are all about him, gentle residuals from the mama that the other System Hosts would have used. Except that now they were all groveling on the ground.He urged them to come to him. Though a flicker at first, reluctantly— the others start to trickle to him. And finally, it morphed into a fast flowing stream of Mana energy towards his System.
“Reality shift!” Dembe roared out.Instantly, the scene changed this time. But at the same time, Demas still held on.The air pressure changed, as gravity descended on them both. Simultaneously, the ground left their feet as they dropped meters high from the sky. Right off a cliff.“Gng!” Dembe growled out as he looked on to the form of Demas. The latter who smiled at him, unwilling to break their contact.“Even at your peak, this is what you can afford to do?” He called to him. “You are undeserving of that title! Undeserving to be called the Number 3.” The Time Master belittled him.“As if I was done!” Dembe cursed out.The wind flapped past their ears as they both fell down consistently. Height and distance wavered past, the length of trees becoming a fast falling hue of green highlight all about then.It was clear where they both were. They had fallen from a cliff and around them were the medieval forest of a kingdom. The castles in the background and the sound of knights battling
“De Ja vu!” Monsieur Demas roared out with a slight chuckle. The dragon teeth snapped shut, swallowing him while. But at the same time, sharp light rent through the air.An ethereal clock appeared right over the head of the dragon. It startled Dembe at the sight of it. The next second, it vanished.And so did the entire scene vanish. “Ahhhh!” Dembe cried out. Opening his eyes with a gasp escaping his lips, he saw the face of Monsieur Demas in his face. His hand grabbing on to his shirt and nearly choking Dembe with him.“You know, you almost had me in the last round.” Demas said with a grin. They were falling down from a cliff. The sound of the battle undertaken by Knights in steels of armor continued to echo down below. The sound the horses they rode neighing. The splashing of blood splattering about added more finesse to it.There were the sounds of villagers running shot. People trying to escape the frenzy of the battlefield that had over taken the entire reality out there. The
W-what?” Dembe panicked as he scratched his bald head.The sound of the fan did not drown out the raspy breathing from his nostrils. The way he puffed for breath, anybody that came in did assume that he hid concluded an Olympic. His entire body was covered in sweat, drenched down, even to the duvet. He heaved now, gasping out as he stretched his hands out. Holding on to his thighs covered by the duvet, he clung on tightly as if holding for dear life.How long had it been already? He asked himself.It had been so long since that event actually occurred. And yet, even after that, he was having nightmares of the defeat. The way he was defeated, the stories had continued to spin out about him. Even alternating the way he got beaten up.He could say nothing to that effect. After all, history only remembered those who won. The losers were afforded whatever dignity the winner and the teller of that story had for them.His room was dark. With a flick of his wrist, the bedside switch beside h
Soon as the eyes formed, the light flickered red while purple light brilliantly expelled the darkness suddenly. ‘I know your pain, Dembe! And I can help. The one you seek. The Blood Domination System Host can be conquered.’ “Uh?!” Dembe gasped. He blinked. And the room vanished. A foreboding feeling swole within him as he carefully looked around his new environment. Purple lights flickered everywhere, with occasional blitzes of darkness here and there. He stared ahead, gulping as he beheld the figure of a feminine lady of blue, staring him in the face.“Uh… who are you?” ‘I am…’ The lady paused. ‘What has always been. The custodian of your power. Guardian of your Core. And now, one with Core and Computer.’“I don’t understand… Y-you’re my System?” Dembe gasped, taking an uncertain step backwards.‘I was known as System. Formerly. But, I share your fears and pain. I won't lose again.’ “W-wait, you felt my dream?” ‘I simply felt the fluctuations of your mind. The frequency of a c