Uh… one above all is Arthur? The ARTHUR?? OKay, they are some stories here. And I’m reeling in my seat. Very curious
IN the darkest times are when our true powers are revealed. -Culled from; The founding book of the System Bureau. ----------------------------------- THUMP! Lekan’s legs powerfully slammed into the ground as he leapt down from his fence. His physique bristled with power, his muscles shining taut under the moonlight. His face feral as he growled out, looking from side to side, basking in the new found strength his body bare witness too. What feat he had been able to achieve back at the school was nothing compared to the amount of chaotic power inside of him. The rush to do something amazing ate at his consciousness sliek a parasite. The intrinsic swelling might have threatened to burst out of his skin. He felt on top of the world. Invincible; like nothing ever could come against him. His eye settled on the gate in front of him.the residence of Leslie as his mind contemplated one or two things. In this current state, he had the power to barge into there and then exact his
“Watch and learn.For if Destruction is not brought by me, then by the demon of whom all mana is erased, will the world be destroyed.” The musings of Morgana, the lady in red to the one with the Arthur System. Immediately Lekan sped past the visage of Morgana and the young boy vanished from the spot. Hey appeared a little distance awam just ahead of one agate as she panted out, her hands on her knees. “This is getting troublesome. This exertion would eventually eat at me. I don’t know how long it would be for me to recover.” Morgana complained as she breathlessly spoke. “Then you should not exert yourself if that is the case.: The boy said to her, looking at her as he inhaled. He wished to help her up and be a support to her. He wanted to know some more things about the curse which God had given to him. But he did not move an inch. He was not sure if this would be needed by her or viewed as her insult. The idea of Morgana he had had now was the visage of someone who did not need o
“What the hell?” Lekan gasped as his senses shut down momentarily . In a brief moment later, he was up, his whole body firing out in a flight of fight state. Only to focus fully, jerk to stop as he realized where he was. He was back in the space where he shared with Amihan and the system lady. A growl on his face as he faced both parties. “What the hell, heck? I was in the middle of something!” He cried out. “Don’t look at me!” Amihan snorted as she pointed a finger at the system lady. “She is the one who shut your boys down right in the middle of danger.” “The fuck? Why would you do that?” Lekan cursed out as he growled at her. The system lady put up both hand Sas if to calm the already tense atnoprnse now. She took a step backwards with a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips now. “I know how this sounds but you have to know that my programming cannot accept… allow for what happened or was about to happen to actuality.” “What? You mean the body swap of a thing that A
“Aaaahhhhhh!” Morgana shrieks as she jumped up from the hours and blurred through space. A second later, she was right to where she was, the boy still on his buttocks while the attacker stood in her front. Unflinching. “And who the hell are you, Wannabe System Holder?” Morgana cursed out. “Your mana is weak. And you dare jump me?” The person whom she lashed out stood in front of her unbothered by the words she spat. The figure has a complete all black attire, the face masked up such that only the eyes could show. But even though the entire face ass covered, the facial expression hidden, the ozzing née edgy of baleful hate form the person could not be hidden. And Morgana could not help but narrow her eyes at this person. “What have you done?” The person called out in a gender less voice as the face averted to the scene of the minininfrno. The flames which weee currently consuming the body of Lekan. The person heaved out. Morgana cried, slamming her fist forward in a wide atta
“Uh?” Lekan gasped as his eyes widened. He was on his knees, his hands raised up to the air, as if to block out something. A suspended yelling expression of fright was on his face as color returned to his cheeks. He looked around, the whole scenery had changed once more. No longer was he out there in the dimlit night, facing a beast which was about to roast him alive. He was back in this space. A space which he had come to know as the Sub-Space. A space where he could commune with his sustem and the personification of the system as well as the one who gave him the powers which he currently possessed. Amihan. Everything looked pretty much the same. Like he had left it. The familiar lines of blue and red that ran about the space, like warping fabric of reality of this dimension. The chill that came from the vast emptiness, the only source of light enough to illuminate everything coming from his body. A soft blue glow and the huge screen on which his status was displayed. Along wit
Right from the days immemorial. Since the time when magic was unleashed upon the earth. One thing had always been clear. When you have an enemy, you do not tend to him lightly. You tend to him with all the anger in your veins and make sure that he never rises again. -------------- Culled from; The Chronicles of the Early System Bureau. ---------- Piles of wrecked walls lay about, dimly lit by the now failing street lamps in the street. Even though some of them still functioned, the aura from the demon choked all of the light into nothingness. It was so faint that the person in the black attire had to squint to see all through. Purple lines appeared in the air just about them, all of them floating as the person observed the new scene. Doubt filled the heart of this person as they pondered over what exactly was happening. They had seen them die. Or if they did not die, then they had seen them get all burnt up. Yet this same person was still talking about some anti mana. Wha
GWAH! Blood erupted from deep within the lungs of the boy as he felt a tremendous force jam into his belly. His face scrunched as he doubled over, senses disoriented for a blitzing minute. His body screamed for help but there was none in sight. His heart chided him harshly for even daring to think that he could stand a chance against the demon. How stupid of him. And now, his skill had failed to manifest in the most critical time since he had ever gotten his curse. The initial heating of the air died down almost immediately. His life flashed before his eyes. Right before him, the unwavering fist of the demon surged forward with the precision and the hatred of an ancient foe, straight for his chest. He closed his eyes, feeling the tingling sensation take out against his skin. His hair popped up instantly, the State ring impulse of danger destroying his very nervous system even nastier the punch landed. And in the firing, his body went loose, the dam breaking as fear exploded thr
Can you still fight? The word echoed over in the ears of the boy as he got to his feet. RIght in front of him, the figure in black stood, just like some savior, their back to him. They stood so confidently that the demon did not seem much of a threat to them. Or at least, that was what the person was trying to make him feel like. But he welcomed it. His eyes narrowed now as he rose to his feet fully. Taking a deep breath, he observed the room of the demon ahead. The skeletal structure of the jaws now had some strings of flesh that attached… Or were some reminders that there was flesh over there. Once. He pondered, wondering if flesh would ever return back to that spot once the boy... The actual boy he had been saving was back to normal. For now, he would not know. Not when he was staring a demonic presence in the eyes. And the unnerving smile that the boy had, like it knew that everything would fall to his hand. The red eyes, the red light that oozed out from every orifice