{ THE TRUTH ABOUT THE GAMING WORLD }Standing before the heart core of the enigmatic system, I felt a mix of emotions swirling inside me—awe, disbelief, and a profound sense of responsibility. Claw's revelation about my parents being the creators of the system shook me to the core. How could they have kept such a monumental secret from me? But I remembered I barely remembered who they were, their faces almost unrecognizable anymore. I knew they must have been great-minded individuals to create such a brilliant world. But why create evil with it? Claw noticed my bewilderment and spoke gently, [ I know this is a lot to take in, Frederick, but your parents had their reasons for keeping their identities hidden. They wanted to protect you from the dangers associated with the system.]I struggled to process the magnitude of what Claw was telling me. My parents, who I believed to be ordinary people, were brilliant minds responsible for creating the very foundation of the gaming world and,
{ THINGS FALL APART}Mr. Dickson was having it hard. The thought of his son going to serve a jail term broke his heart as many of the students withdrew from the prestigious university. I was winning. The truth about the foundation came to light, and many people saw what the university was all about. The government had to close the institution down until further notice. Dickson sat down as he read the magazine he was holding in his hand. "Frederick!." he shouted in anger. "Where the hell is my daughter?" He shouted again as the man standing guard beside him. "Miss Diana's number is unreachable, as we have tried several means of contacting her," Julius replied. "What do you mean unreachable? Where was the last time she was seen?" Dickson turned on his chair, facing Julius." School. You had come to have her picked up in your car." He replied his gaze meeting that of his boss. "What do you mean I came to pick her up? Are you saying I had my daughter kidnapped?" Dickson shouted Juli
{ THE TRUTH LET OUT }Thomas, Rosetta, Cassandra, Flora, and Zack all came to visit me. As I opened the door, they all looked at me while Rosetta hugged me tightly. "You scared me. Did you know that?" she said softly into my ears. "I am sorry; I didn't mean to scare anyone," I replied, meeting Thomas's gaze. "We saw what you did. It was reckless, but it helped us cut an arm off Mr. Dickson's body. He is going to come at you now with full force." Thomas sat down, rubbing his chin. "Thank you for sending me the video, Zack. It was put to good use." I said it with a smile, even though I knew it cost us a precious life. Cassandra smiled "It is good to have you back, Frederick. There is no plan without you. For a moment, I thought we had lost you for good." She raised her brows and looked at me."Me too." Flora looked at me. I knew they were going to ask me how I was able to come back alive. "You want to tell us how you did it? cheated death and come back alive." Thomas's lips parted wi
{ CREATING MORE SYSTEM GAMERS}My body slowly got up from the ground, and I found myself back in the system world with Claw standing before me. "I guess Shadow Balde is trying to convince them of what is going on," he said, taking a seat on the hewing machine before me. **************************************************************************Shadow Blade stood up in front of Thomas and the rest of my friends. "Hello, I am Shadow Blade." He said it with a smile, introducing himself. Thomas looked at him and laughed. "What is this nonsense?" "Can you just wait and listen to him? I am sure he has something to say to us." Rosetta and the rest were quiet, listening to what Shadow Blade had to say. "First, I want you to believe everything Fred is trying to tell you. I know how hard it is for you to believe us, but I think he has shown you what he can do. And Zack, this is not the first time we are meeting. I believe I have met with you once." Shadow Balde shifted his attention to Zack.
{ THE GATHERING}Dickson sat all alone on the sofa couch. His world falling apart right before his eyes. He looked around and all he could see were his security guards. " Come here you.!" He roared as the young man ran to meet his master. " Any words from, Diana?" "No, Mr Dickson. She hasn't been returning her calls." Dickson looked at his phone again and dialed Diana's number. He was out through to a voice mail. He smashed the phone against the wall annoyed. " Find her! I don't care how you do it but you need to find my daughter!" he shouted in anger All the men in suits ran around as they tried to gather any intel to locate Diana. [ I WANT TO BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T KNOW THE FULL EXTENT OF YOUR POWERS YET. OUR POWER.] AKUMA said gently in a calm soothing tone. [ I CAN FIND YOUR DAUGHTER IF YOU ARE READY TO LISTEN TO MY INSTRUCTIONS.] " Your instructions? Are you still going on about the gaming system? What the hell is my business with some stupid gaming world? Do I look like I care?
{ JAIL BREAK }Dickson paced back and forth, his mind racing with thoughts of how to execute the jailbreak. "We need a plan," he muttered to himself. "And we need it fast."Akuma's voice echoed in his mind, [ OF COURSE WE NEED A PLAN. WHERE ARE YOU JUST GOING TO ENTER THE DUNGEONS ASKING THEM TO FREE YOUR SON?]Dickson nodded, determination etched on his face. "First, we need to gather intel on the prison layout, guards' schedules, and any vulnerabilities we can exploit."He called for his most trusted allies, including Jackson and a few others. "We're breaking Jonas out of jail," he declared, his voice firm. The men looked at Dickson a little scared but they were ready to follow him even if the plan looked like they were all going to end up in jail with Jonas. The group huddled together, brainstorming ideas. "We could create a distraction," suggested one of the men.Another chimed in, "Or we could bribe a guard to look the other way."Dickson shook his head. "No, we need something m
{ JONAS OUT OF THE COUNTRY}The SUV raced through the night, the sound of sirens fading into the distance as they left the prison behind. Inside, tension hung thick in the air, mingling with the scent of blood and sweat. Dickson lay in the backseat, his breathing shallow, his face pale as he kept losing a lot of blood. Jonas hovered over him, his hands trembling as he tried to apply pressure to his father's wound. Blood kept flowing as he tried to apply pressure on the wound. "Keep pressing," Jackson urged, his voice strained with worry. "We need to stop the bleeding." He shouted from the driver's seat trying to make sure Jonas was applying pressure on Dickson's woundJonas nodded, his gaze fixed on his father's face. "Hang in there, Dad," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "We're going to get you help."But as the moments passed, Dickson's condition only seemed to worsen. His breathing grew ragged, and his skin grew even paler beneath Jonas's trembling hands. The fear of l
{ GATHERING RESOURCES } the door creaked open, and and Jackson's eyes widened in amazement. Inside Jonas's room, it was empty, save for a neatly made bed and a few scattered belongings. There were no signs of Jonas ever having been there. Inspector Merrill and his team searched every nook and cranny, but all they found were ordinary items: clothes, books, and personal items. There was no evidence linking Jonas to the house.Dickson stood by, watching the search unfold with a calm demeanor. He knew that Akuma, his mysterious ally, had ensured that there would be no trace of Jonas left behind. Despite the tension in the air, Dickson remained composed, he knew he could trust Akuma. After an exhaustive search, Inspector Merrill turned to Dickson with a frustrated expression. "There's nothing here, Mr. Dickson," he admitted grudgingly. "But mark my words, we'll find your son, and when we do, he'll face justice for his crimes."Dickson met Merrill's gaze evenly. "I have nothing to hide,