............Ade nodded, a grim expression settling on his face. "Exactly. The Dragorin Hidden Family isn’t known for backing down easily. They’re powerful, and they know it. If it comes to a fight, things could get ugly fast."Rohan leaned back in his chair, his mind racing. The Dragorin family were no ordinary opponents—they were dangerous, cunning, and deeply entrenched in the power struggles of the hidden Martial world. A direct clash with them could lead to consequences far beyond their control."We need to be prepared," Rohan said after a moment, his tone more serious. "If we’re going to confront them, we can’t afford to underestimate their strength. Otherwise, we’ll be the ones to lose.""Agreed," Ade replied, his eyes narrowing as he considered the power of the Dragorin Hidden Family. "We need to gather all the intel we can and be ready for anything. The moment they make a move, we have to be ready to strike without hesitation."Rohan nodded, already thinking through strategi
............The man seated on the plush couch was a man from the Dragorin hidden Family, a figure of immense power and influence. His very presence dominated the room, and even someone as powerful as Mord knew he had to show respect.“So, you were sent by Elias Kurovsky? You’re so weak!” the man finally spoke after giving Mord a brief glance. He shook his head in disappointment, his voice carrying a hint of disdain.“Master Dragorin, please don’t worry about my strength. I may be weak, but I’ve built a strong network in these lands. With it, I can help you accomplish your task easily,” Mord replied calmly, despite clenching his fists tightly. His tone was confident, showing no sign of dissatisfaction.Mord had heard from his brother Elias that the Dragorin family was searching for some traitors who had escaped. They needed his information network to track them down, and that knowledge made Mord confident. He sneered inwardly, thinking, *No matter how powerful you are, you still nee
............Rohan Johnson stepped off the bustling elevator and made his way toward his cubicle on the 12th floor of the Altair Corporation. Dressed in a crisp suit and tie, he blended in seamlessly with the sea of professional crowd bustling around him. Despite his average appearance, there was something about Rohan that hinted at an underlying potential wanting to be unleashed.As he settled into his chair, Rohan glanced around the office, observing the familiar faces of his coworkers. The constant hum of ringing phones and the clattering of keyboards filled the air, creating a symphony of corporate life. It was just another day in the maze of cubicles, where dreams collided with deadlines.Rohan's gaze shifted to the clock hanging above his computer monitor. It was already 8:45 a.m., and his team meeting was scheduled to start in fifteen minutes. He glanced at his reflection in the glossy screen, running a hand through his tousled dark hair that fell just above his expressiv
............Rohan stepped out of Altair Corporation, his mind heavy with the burden of unjust accusations and a severed career. He trudged wearily towards the bus stop, hoping to find solace in the familiarity of his daily commute. Little did he know that the next few moments would forever change the course of his life.As he boarded the crowded bus, Rohan searched for an empty seat, his eyes darting from one occupied space to another. He finally spotted a vacant spot towards the back and quickly made his way towards it. However, before he could reach it, a middle-aged woman aggressively pushed past him and claimed the seat for herself."Hey, I was going to sit there," Rohan protested, his voice laced with weariness.The woman glared at him with disdain. "Don't you dare talk to me, you sick pervert!"Confused and taken aback by the sudden accusation, Rohan tried to defend himself. "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything!"The bus erupted in chaos as passengers turned th
............As he stumbled upon a nearby park, his exhaustion overwhelmed him, and he collapsed onto a bench, his body trembling with weariness and despair. Above him, the sky darkened, its once vibrant colors now muted, matching the bleakness within his heart. The stars hid behind the thick curtain of clouds as if even they couldn't bear witness to his plight.The silence of the night enveloped him, broken only by the distant sound of a passing car or the rustling of leaves in the wind. It felt as if the world had conspired against him, leaving him isolated and alone in his misery. Tears welled up in his eyes, reflecting the pain that seemed to penetrate every fiber of his being.Depression settled over him like a suffocating blanket, casting a shadow on his spirit. He couldn't shake the overwhelming sadness that washed over him, nor the deep ache in his heart. It felt as if hope had abandoned him, leaving behind only emptiness and heartbreak.......The rain poured relentlessly
............The glitching screen continued to taunt him, a visual representation of his shattered hopes and dreams.At that moment, a profound sense of loneliness washed over Rohan. The glitching phone, his only connection to the outside world, had become yet another reminder of his isolation. He felt as though he was standing at the edge of a vast abyss, his calls for help swallowed by the void.As the sounds of his frustration subsided, Rohan's phone fell silent. Its flickering screen remained frozen, caught in a loop of glitched images. He stared at it, feeling a strange kinship with the broken device. In its malfunction, he saw a reflection of his brokenness, a shared experience of being adrift in a world that seemed determined to leave them both behind.With a heavy sigh, Rohan slipped the phone back into his pocket, resigning himself to the cruel embrace of his misery. The glitches and the silence only deepened his sense of despair, leaving him feeling more alone than ever
............[Status][Host: Rohan Johnson[Age: 25[Balance: 100,000[Body: 11 (Extremely Poor)[Mind: 14 (Extremely Poor)[Skills: Can be added freely, need to use up Tap Points[Income: 20 USD (Extremely Poor)[Tap Points: 0]As Rohan's gaze remained fixed on the screen, a new section emerged, labeled "Status." The words shimmered, displaying a comprehensive overview of his current state. It was an unflinching reflection of his circumstances, presenting a stark reality that he could no longer ignore.He read the lines that delineated his existence. His name, Rohan Johnson, served as a reminder of his identity in this complex system. The next entry, his age, read "25," a testament to the years that had passed by, laden with missed opportunities and the weight of his struggles.But it was the subsequent assessments that pierced his heart. The words "Extremely Poor" loomed beside the categories of "Body" and "Mind." The system didn't hold back, laying bare the toll his circumstanc
............The next day, Rohan woke up from a restful sleep, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. Stretching his arms and legs, he sat up on the bed, basking in the warm morning sunlight that flooded the room through the window."Ah... What a great sleep I had in a while!" Rohan muttered to himself, a contented smile spreading across his face. The tranquility of the morning filled him with a sense of serenity, momentarily pushing aside the tumultuous events of the previous day.As he took a moment to collect his thoughts, he glanced around the room and a sense of confusion washed over him. "What am I doing here, huh?" he questioned, his eyes scanning the surroundings. Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, his memory surged back, reminding him of the extraordinary events he had encountered."What a hellish day I experienced yesterday... Those shitty bastards!" Rohan's voice grew fierce, his anger reigniting as he recalled the indignities he had suffered. The determination in his ey