“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
He knew he had to keep an eye on him. That was what mattered. The very fact that he had been able to seal his systems as something that would not have been possible. He pulled a stunt to make that happen. Thanks to the fact that Blink in sight. Perhaps, if he was not there, then he may not have pulled that feat.Monsieur Dayo sighed as he rested his back against the door. With the girls in there with Frank, the Latino seemed to be very relaxed.’or at ease, whichever applied to the situation in there. And he was very curious.It was not like Frank was hiding anything from him. At least, that was what he got from the examination tar he carried out in him. Who knew if indeed he was hiding things from him?Still, nobody knew. The best that could happen now was that things would happen without his knowledge- Frank’s. And when that occurred, he would be there to observe that. At least, he needed to collect every detail of information right before he returned to the System Bureau Facility w
VHUP! All that was left of Void was gone in an substantive. Lekan exhaled bitterly as he dropped to his knees. He was weak from standing and at the same time, he was very angry with himself. He had had enough just of that. Enough of people leaving with only very little for him to get by with. Enough of leaving him to try to figure things by himself.If the blonde haired white boy was really that eager to share information with him, the. Why did he give him the bits that were not enough? There was scarcely nothing in there for him to get by with. And this was not something that you just told someone and vanished. Not when you just said that a lot of people wanted him dead. Who were these people? What had he done to them? And how would he be able to defeat them? What was the end game? What did they want with him? Was it some issue they had with his father or what now?A lot of things pondered in his heart as he remained on his knees. His whole essence churned with anger as he thought