not everyone is a saint, at the end of hthe day. Hey, have you listened to THE DEVIL DOESNT BARGAIN? Its a nice song, you'll love it and this chapter is inspired by it.
The Arena was different in many ways from the Tournaments. The two of them were sanctioned by the Bureau but even at that, they did not function the same way. While the Arena had spelt out the core purpose of this was to make research and create data on the evolution of the systems in the host, the Tournament was different In the Tournaments, when it came down to it; It was more about who won. Not how. Who could deliver a known out punch to the opponent or could score more points than others. It Was pretty straightforward. But when it came down to the Arena things were a bit more different. The usual method of fighting their way out to win a batt;le was ruled out. After all, it was not only battle skill that helped you out when faced with tough situations. The Arena had multiple simulations the participants could try. Each of these simulations had some experiences to garner from them. A Some of them based on what you could experience when it was about teamwork. Some of them bas
“Yes! Show time this power that you have. Show it to me!” The attacker growled out in excitement.Even in the savage state Lekan was, he stopped to view the person talking. Did this one now have a fetish for getting hit by him? Or what exactly was that all about?He observed the form of his overall coat. He looked like something out of those action movies with that irresistible bad guy. He had his chest bare out, revealing some chest that ripped with brazen confidence. The chain out there on his neck glittered with golden appeal. And the belt he had was silver, having the head of a roaring creature. He fit the description of somethon out of the movies. Except that in this case, he was out here and beating the bad guy.Looking past him, his eyes darted over to the dismembered Astella. Anger roared within him. He bared his teeth, he turned to the boy.“You did this!” He growled out.The blood cowling rushed over his body. The blood stream, now getting a higher rotation over him. He snar
The pain was insane. It felt like he had been placed in a mortar and then had to face the fury of a relentless pestle continuously. Every part of him cried foul as multiple aches resonated with his nerve points.He groaned in pain. His lips heavy, refused to pull apart, his throat parched. Lekan sniffed, he could really use a drink right now.“Ha!” He sat up, with a gasp. His sudden action pulled down the IV drip he was attached to, to the ground. Medical equipment also clattered to the ground, an indication that he was at the hospital.“B-but how?” Lekan stammered.How did he get here? The last thing he recalled was that he had a battle ongoing. In his house. Right there, against those people from New Age. That was it.So how then did he end up in the hospital? And the last thing he felt there before he blacked out was Astella.Her hands had guarded his back. Hands? He groaned confusedly. How did Astella have hands? Her limbs had been chopped clean by the Whip. He saw it happen.The
BUZZ!!The hustle started again.Blessing sighed as she joined the group of girls hurrying down the pathways. She did not know what was up now, but she did know they had to be out. They had to leave their bunkers to do what the Bureau wanted them. She felt inclined to complain about it. Her face was wrinkled with a frown. But deep down, she knew she could not do that. The Bureau had given them time to socialize and then, time to have a nap. Now, the clocks were all indicating that time had gone by.By her estimate, the time was around 7pm or so. This signified she had slept for roughly 2 hours. It was worth it. The rest. She enjoyed it.Still, the suddenness of the alarm in her room had prompted her out. Though she knew the usual drill tone of emergency from the alarm was just superficial. It was designed to jarr them up. And since she was no longer a newcomer. This time, she knew better than to get jumpy at that.At least, she knew some things around her. That meant she did not quali
Blessing was not the only one who had this thought in mind. It was the thought that reigned supreme in almost everyone there. Even as they stood, the excitement in their faces could not be concealed. They literally vibrated in the spot, watching as the white coat fellowes went about their business. It was the most awkward period of time that they waited. Tabitha hummed to herself. Her head was done, her hand holding the elbow of the left/. She felt low, within her heart. This was the lowest she had ever been. And for what? She literally kissed the ground all because of the girl named Blessing? WHo was she that Monsieur Dayo did not even take precautions to warm them? But when it came down to her, he was always eager to let her have a piece of his mind. It was not fair. And she was sick of it. But who could she complain to? Who would listen to her? Even her handler seems to think this was some attempt of providence in keeping her shut up. For her misbehaviours when it came dow
People scarcely volunteered for things like this. The truth of things was that; humans were selfish. They wanted the good things of life without the sacrifice that came with it. They were willing to pay for others to go about what they should do. What they by themselves were obligated to do, so long as others could do this for them, then it was fine. Even if that person, now matter how noble their intentions may be, could come into harm, it did not matter. So long as they were able to make it work. So long as they could find a work around, then it was all good and fine. That was the innate nature of mankind . The type that made him the most selfish creature but at the same time, masquerading to care for others about them. Meanwhile, nothing that man did, for others, truly was free.There was always some string attached to it. To get results, to find some answers, to get some new methods. As long as humans were involved, there was nothing that truly was unconditional. Unless, of
“Begin Assimilation.” The words of Monsieur Dayo to the girl sounded like a faraway tone. She sighed, holding her breath.She was eager to get on the sit.To get chosen by the man in charge of this palace meant a lot to her. At least now, she had the chance to go the extra mile in getting the system to bond with her. Delighted she was. But that did not erase the fear that ate at her. She had seen the assimilation process not once, not twice. She knew how painful it could get. She knew the risks that were involved with this. The main reason why it was Monsieur Dayo who was assigned to be in charge of the assimilation. It Was because the chances of success with it were rather subliminal. And Monsieur Dayo just happened to be the only one who could make it stp. His system is a special one. And the one that had a function that even other systems had to comply with. Having him around felt like consolation to her. But she did not know. She was still nervous, her mind set on what she had to
The nurse walked into the ward. This was the third time she was coming in.The first had been to help him get ready for his daily hygiene. And the second had been to bring him food.Now, he looked at her, while spooning himself from the plate of rice and fish stew. She shrugged, mouthing silently to him while checking the IV and other things about.He sighed as well, focusing on the food before him. The taste of the rice was impeccable. It was mushy and melted right into his mouth. Coupled with the peppery stew, they formed an amazing mix of eyes popping tastes in his head. If that was a thing.The hospital really knew how to take care of their patients. Though he was not sure if this treatment he received was the same that was everywhere in the hospital. Perhaps, he was here because of whoever had brought him here.The whole treatment told him what he needed to know. That he was some sort of VIP patient in here. And thus, the reason why he was being treated well. The food as well.He