Alex seemed somewhat interested in Whatever that glowing blue platform. But he didn't bother asking as he was more interested in Jason's whereabouts. But he didn't miss a single moment and still glanced at the weapons and vehicles. Just before the conversation began, Alex started to get a pop up notification about the stats of everything that was in the room. "Jason was a former acquaintance of ours as well, he was my best customer back in the days when he arrived in town. A famous mercenary that goes by many names." The man started so long and immediately, Alex devoid himself of his thoughts and listened to the gunsmith. "Only time would tell what kind of man Jason was. At first, I thought he was a man looking to redeem himself someday after all his years of being Merc... but, it got worse." "What happened?" Alex posed a question that the gunsmith would still answer regardless of whether Alex asked or not. "Jason became even worse as time passed. From contracts to
Jason frowned. "What the hell are you talking about?" "Well I don't know, I am just saying that since nothing related to the system applies to you then I don't really give a damn anymore but here's a catch." "What catch?" "This whole little trade fair thingy you got going on here, isn't going to happen, time to wake up to reality." Jason started to laugh. "Do you know what your problem is?" "What?" "You always tend to underestimate your foes... and that's what you are doing currently, you are underestimating my potential that you know zeroes about." Alex gave out a slight chuckle. "Then I am going to use this moment to show you that I'm way different from then, who knows, I might be even better." A loud uproar happens and the two jams into one another and locks their weapons. "I will bring you down, today I will show you I'm better!" Jason beamed as he booted Alex away and dived in to cut his head but Alex swiftly dodges and backflips backwards with a straight
DESIGNATION UNIDENTIFIED: Alex popped into the woods. He was still in his dressing. [Ding!] [You Have Arrived At The Kingdom Ruins] [Mission: Rescue The Witch] Alex heaved a sigh when he saw the notification. "Great, we are finally here, the kingdom of ruins." The kingdom of ruins is a fictional kingdom based on my kingdom you might have seen already, but this kingdom has a different setting unlike the rest. It's ruled by a queen and not a king, there are certain rules and traditions that must be followed in order to maintain the peace of the kingdom. Alex has made his way through the woods, from one end to another. "So now all I have to do is to find Olivia and get out of here, but what exactly is the story here?" Alex asked no one in particular as he walked down the woods. "What's the story on how Olivia got captured, what did she do exactly?" "Hmph, I wish I reincarnate into someone's body so I could get a understanding of the situation I'm currently in...
The kingdom of ruins, brewed by an air of hostility and also bombarded by forces of the unknown. Alex calmly observed the gate, his eyes fixed on the guards whom their keen eyes were also looking ahead as if they were expecting anyone or anything to try and Intrude. "I wonder," Alex started as he reframed from moving any further, "What would happened if I tried to get pass this guards. What exactly do I tell them?" Alex chuckled as he said this and slowly began to move. "I won't know till I move a muscle." Alex steady steps approached the sharp listening ears of the guards who immediately turned to his direction and pointed out their spears at him. His eerie shadow enveloped them, not only did his crazy shadow envelope the guards, it also casted a devilish gaze upon the guards. Two demonic eyes punctured through the shadow and glared at the guards. As if though it was a part of Alex subconscious. "An intruder." The First guard, Captain Thorne protested with his pointed
After cursing him a few more times internally, Liora turned to look at the tavern, and without looking at the placard above, she could already tell its name. “The Broken Shield? Why are we here?” she quizzed with a raised brow. Before Alex could respond—not like he planned to anyway—she quickly added with a slight frown, “Seriously? Beer at this hour? How do you expect to sell your stuff with clear eyes when you're drunk?” For the first time in a while, Alex took a glance at her. In that very moment, he imagined conjuring a big cog and shoving it into her mouth. She was too loud for him. He retracted his gaze without saying a word and made his way up the short flight of stairs that led to the tavern. Liora's brows twitched, but she had no choice than to follow him. Though, at the back of her mind, she strongly fought against disregarding her superior’s orders to escort Alex. She wanted to at least stab him through the leg. By the time she entered the tavern, Alex was alread
The mercenary squeezed his fists, “You're fodder, red eyes. I was only trying to warn you so you wouldn't do anything stupid. But it would seem I would have to beat some sense into you.” Alex couldn't help it at that point. With his head still cocked to the left, he grinned. Slowly unsheathing his axe, the mercenary announced, “By the way, the name's Borg. You should at least know the name of the man that wipes that stupid grin off your face.” Alex stretched his right hand to the side, “Borg… I'll try to remember that.” Space rippled by his right palm, cracking ever so slightly that nether and dark energies leaked out in a very small quantity, creating this red-black bubble of energies. He grabbed something within this bubble and pulled out a long broadsword. The flux of energies was immediately sucked in and space repaired itself. Gently, and with much care, Alex placed the tip of the sword on the floor, sending a slight tremor across the tavern and the surrounding areas. The b
Alex made sure to exhaust the hell out of Liora by walking around the inner city aimlessly. She wanted to act strong at first, but after walking for an extra two hours, fatigue and thirst began to kick in. She spotted a nearby tavern and suggested that they had some rest there. Alex was in no way tired. He could keep going for days without food or water without faltering, but he agreed anyway. At least… She thought he did. In the brief moment that she turned to look at the tavern, he cast an illusion spell, creating an exact replica of himself close to her, while his real self blended with the darkness of the nearby alley. He was gone. His replica would only last for an hour or so, since he didn't put much magic essence into the spell. He had to reserve his power for his battle against Varek. Liora noticed a slight distortion in Alex's replica’s countenance, but she was too tired to give it any thought. It wasn't as though she could read him in the first place anyway. After havin
Aelia moved to and fro nervously before the sleeping Alex. It was almost time and he was still fast asleep. She was scared that he might lash out at her if she woke him up abruptly—a negative side effect of being a slave to Lord Varek. She had been manhandled and violated over very little mistakes. She gathered some courage after two minutes and crouched down before him. She exhaled softly and tapped him on his shoulder, “Uh... Alex. It's time.” At that very moment, Alex opened his eyes. Crimson met blue as they locked eyes. Aelia almost jumped back in fright. She didn't expect him to wake up so suddenly. Alex could read the fear in her eyes. He sighed and stood up, stretching his left hand down toward her, “Sorry for startling you.” “I-It’s fine,” she took his hand and he pulled her up without any effort. She cleared her throat afterward and began to turn off each lantern, “It's almost time for the guards to switch. We still have about fifteen minutes, but it would take us over