Jason did not ask anything, but instead kept quiet. The journey took a couple of minutes, and it was overally silent and awkward. When they arrived at the refugee house, they were presented with a bleak, desolate and despondent atmosphere. One out of their wildest dreams. "..." "..." The were a lot of make-shift houses everywhere, made up of wood, cardboards, stones and even branches. Each built close to one another. None larger than 5*5 square meters. They weren't even qualified to be called houses but shacks instead. Shacks of the poorest quality they had ever seen. Then there was water here and there, accompanied by a pungent scent that brutally assaulted their nose. Jason even felt like this was piss instead of water. Or maybe both, and even feces mixed along. The few people that could be seen wore raggered clothes, and seemed thin to the bone. Almost all of them were bruised up, and dirty. In essence, this place was not suitable for people to live here. Yet there seemed to
Jason thought, as he casually brushed her golden blonde hair with care. He took care of her, the same way she took care of him. Plus, he saw a little sister in her. One that he never had. 'But... I never wished for one to begin with. Only my best friend did. I wonder how he's doing. And the others too.' He thought. At the same time, he thought about his plans from here on out. What would they do from here on out? 'Of course, staying here is a no go. This place reeks.' He surveyed the environment and could see planks, cardboards, branches and other similar resources, here and there. They could take them, and start on their own 'house'... shack. But he felt too proud to do that. Plus, he had no intention of spending another day here. The past few minutes, all he did was brainstorm on his future path, while fusing Talents. He of course obtained a few amazing stuff such as; [Enhanced Condition(C)] and [Beastly Nature(D)]. Which together, brought out [Beserker(B)]. Then that, together
「Alright. Now off you go. Your presence reeks, and is not to my liking」 "Yes yes, thank you lord. Thank you lord." The dominant voice sounded closer than it initially was, signifying that the group was retreating as they spoke. And from the mini map, the duplicate could also see the red marker leaving from the opposite direction. 'Oh... I should have expected that something like this would occur.' It thought, and quickly retreated as well. Once gone, a trio appeared from behind the shack. One was a tall man with broad shoulders and a gruesome scar on his face. Another was a thin young man with a skeletal figure, and the last was a young lady with a disfigured face. As if she had survive an atomic bomb. "Are we really going to do this?" The thin man asked timidly. "Yeah. Why not? Stop being a wuss, man." The larger man replied, playfully hitting the former's shoulder. A bit too hard. "But..." "Stop it, Tim. We have the chance to eat a loaf once in a while. That thing could feed
The duplicate arrived at the box covered windows, and peeked inside, where he saw the trio sitting in a circle. "Are we truly letting three loafs go by?" Brute said in discontence, and the other two took a while longer to respond. "You heard from the others didn't you? Those guys are strong." Pertina said, angry and dissatisfied as well. "...I told you guys we should not do this..." Timicus also added, his neck tucked in his shoulders as if struggling for warmth. "But... Fuck it!!" Brute said, and threw away a metallic cup to the wall. The other two did not flinch, and mostly ignored him. "What now? Not like we had a choice. That Novak would have had us killed had we said no." Pertina added in anger. "..." Timicus kept quiet, which signified that such a statement was true. Jason's duplicate then became aware of the overall matter, and had its guesses. From his understanding, the trio were on their way, but turned back due to his and everyone's show of might when they practiced?
She felt more angered and dissatisfied with Lady Stella, their creator and Star Goddess, than anyone. Especially when they were both women. She had grown up under an abusive father, who fed off at her and other's suffering. When she was born, he saw how beautiful she was, and treasured her like a jewel. She never left home, she never had friends. Hell, barely ten people knew she existed, and those people were all killed by her father, one way or another. And she herself, always listened to him because growing up spoiled and treasured, made her soft and frail. So seeing how her mother was treated everyday, made her thankful of her circumstances. She became a good girl, afraid that sooner or later, she would also receive the same treatment were she to disobey his orders. But it was useless. For, this went on till she was fifteen years old. And at that time, her father was in his early early fifties, while her mother in her later twenties. Her beauty had grown with her, it was so mu
'These guys again? Haven't they learned their lesson? Or are three loafs of bread worth their lives?' He thought, calling out another duplicate that would meet up with them halfway. The duplicate hurried off, and indeed, met the trio halfway before they could reach them. "You guys don't learn do you?" He feigned anger, his eyes turning a shade gold, as if a light bulb was lit within them. A response of supplying more ERG towards the Talent. But before he could continue, the three of them went down on their knees and kowtowed to his direction. "Huh?" " " " We would like to work for you!! " " " They sang together, knocking their heads on the dirty floor of urine and feces. Yet they did not seem to mind, illustrating their determination. "...The fuck?" Jason replied in stupor, subconsciously deactivating his Talent. "We are going to be killed either way, so we'd prefer to work for you, and gain your protection instead. Hopefully by then, we wouldn't be killed." Pertina honestly re
From a man being given one rusty gun, and then transforming it into a perfect iron gun, then a bronze gun. And as if that was all, he multipled them into six rusty guns and a slightly better gun. Like a magician doing a magic trick. Leaving as if everything was normal, without any explainable whatsoever. 'My gut feeling was right. This man is indeed more powerful than most of my masters.' Pertina thought, as she saw Jason leave. "...I told you guys they were not normal. I told you. That man is a god at the level of a Novak." Timicus felt those words escape his mouth during his stupor. "..." "..." The other two kept quiet, and watched the duplicate leave like a blur of light. One thing was for sure though, they thanked the gods they did not fight with Jason. Meanwhile, Jason. Hurried off and later arrived back to his group. Everyone was up, and saw the duplicate arrive, and walk towards Jason, as usual. Throughout the process, it threw an object towards Anabella, who was shocked
At the same time, he created three duplicates, where each one stood in between them on the triangle, being the mid point areas of the triangle. One in between Joe and Jason, another one in between Joe and Anabella, and the last one between Jason and Anabella. Thus creating more protection for those in the center, and more security to Joe and Anabella. That being said, they stood at guard, and waited for the situation to turn at any given point. All of them tense, and nervous to the bone. And the situation only changed when they began hearing faint cries from all around them. Faint cries of women pleading for mercy and forgiveness. "Now you guys tell me... that I aren't the only one hearing all of that." Jason said. But nobody answered him. Everyone was too nervous and focused on the soroundings to have time to joke with him. 'I guess I'm not.' The faint cries became louder and louder, as if whatever was crying to them, was getting closer and closer. The cries ignited strange feel