“Who is this person!?” Ramos asked in a solemn tone as he pointed to the man floating in midair. He felt like he was just an ant, even if this scene was just a memory, he could feel the man's terrifying strength. "This is Eclipse, or that's what he called himself," Harry answered in a sad tone, as if the scene before him had made him feel something he had forgotten. He did not add anything other than revealing the man's name. He only pointed to the scene that had begun to come to life. “Heh, my family would definitely love this planet, the ruins, the destruction, the corpses everywhere...” The man known as Eclipse said sarcastically as he stared around with emotionless eyes as if he had seen his fair share of corpses and destruction. “Well it's war, what do you expect, man...” Harry answered in an exhausted voice while looking at Eclipse warily, he was clearly sensing the frightening aura coming from the latter. “Your condition, my friend, is not good. I see a fair amount of en
Ramos sighed deeply, trying to push away the feeling of despair that engulfed him. His eyes followed Harry's bewildered gaze towards the broken space, filled with thousands of shimmering mirrors reflecting painful memories. The scene resembled shattered dreams, each mirror holding a piece of Harry's past, from the days of battles to the small moments spent away from the battlefield."I've endured a tough life, my friend. I can't even imagine the extent of the pain I've been through," Ramos said softly, patting Harry's shoulder tenderly, trying his best to offer comfort. He felt the weight of Harry's words in his heart, as if they were slowly piling up like stones, yet he knew his consolation was the least he could do.Harry smiled wearily, looking at Ramos, and said with a mix of sadness and acceptance, "It was my fate, and I'm content with it... I've learned to accept what cannot be changed... even if it was a bad fate. I don't know why I'm still alive, but I'm grateful for that, and
"The senses, the plural form of the word 'sense,' are the means of perception in living beings. They assist in recognizing and classifying things to understand their importance... "Inside one of the lecture halls at the University of North Texas in Denton, Professor Ibrahim stood. He was a middle-aged man with a smart and professional appearance. His bald head stood out against his smiling face. His light beard adorned his prominent chin. His brown eyes sparkled with vitality and curiosity. He seemed somewhat short in stature, but moved with confidence and smoothness."Humans have at least 20 additional senses..." Ibrahim paused and pointed to one of the students who was flirting with a girl beside him. Then he continued, "Yes, Mr. Cortez, there are more than the five senses that everyone here knows, totaling more than eleven, including the senses of their internal feelings, such as pain, balance, motion perception, the sense of time, the sense of direction, and the ability to perce
In the lively and thriving city of Denton, in a modest apartment in one of the middle-class neighborhoods, Michael lay on his worn-out bed in his dark room. Astonishment and excitement were evident on his face. Somehow, this morning, after being insulted and betrayed by his girlfriend, the indicator that had been stuck at 93% finally completed, and messages appeared confirming that he had connected to the heavenly Werewolf System, a mysterious system that aligned with his soul and could alter his body, helping him become stronger in unimaginable ways.[The heavenly Werewolf System has successfully linked with user Michael Edmond ][The user can access the system interface through thought. ][The system allows the user to allocate acquired points to any skill with a '+' sign.][ Points can be earned through training. ][ Points can also be earned through completing categorized tasks provided by the system.]Michael was confused and curious about this sudden connection to the remarkabl
"Where are you going, young man?" Rick spoke in a loud and harsh voice as he closed the car door behind him.Michael looked at his father with frustration. Rick was a strict and controlling man, likely a police officer or at least that's what Michael believed. Rick had a lot of problems at work and took out his anger at his family. He didn't care about Michael's feelings or opinions and always tried to control his life."Dad! I'm going to meet my fri...." Michael tried to answer, but Rick didn't wait for him to finish. He quickly entered the house, closing the door behind him.Michael sighed in even greater frustration. He knew there was no point in trying to talk to his father; he wouldn't listen. He felt lonely and sad, wishing he had a better family.Suddenly, he felt something pressing on his shoulder. He turned around and found a girl smiling at him affectionately. This girl was Julia, Michael's younger sister. Julia was a beautiful girl with long black hair and gray eyes. She re
Michael felt his senses warning him about the person in front of him. George ignored his goal and stared at Michael. The intensity of this person startled him , he could only connect Michael's sharp senses with one of the werewolves he met Max stepped back without blinking and said tremulously, "M-Michael! Be cautious, the person in front of you is a vampire!"Michael's eyes narrowed , he didn't mock Max's words. After gaining system, his perspective on the world had also changed. This feeling of danger towards George made Michael look at the man in front of him differently. He could only connect the events together."Those men work for this man, but why are they chasing Max?!" Michael pondered with a frown.He opened the system interface and added two points to the power attribute. Keeping the points in this situation was indeed foolish, so he chose to follow his intuition and increase the power attribute.After Michael added two points to the power attribute, he felt his muscles
Michael stood in front of Max's house after dropping him off. Sophie burst into tears when she noticed the injury on Max's neck that he couldn't hide. George's grip was incredibly strong, and if it weren't for Max killing George, his throat would have been destroyed. It took a long time to calm Sophie down, and Max lied to her about being attacked by a vampire. He didn't want to involve her mother in this matter, so instead, he told her that he got into a fight with a customer at the bar who refused to pay.Max opened the door of the house and stepped out."How is Aunt Sophie doing?" Michael asked, leaning against the wall of the house.Max nodded his head and said, "She's fine, thank you..." He paused for a moment before continuing, looking at Michael's slightly pale face. "Thank you, my friend, about that..."Max stopped when he saw Michael waving his hand."Forget about it tonight. Let's discuss it tomorrow...""As you wish," mumbled Max, then bid farewell to his friend.*****As
Inside one of the gardens in the city of Denton"Hey ...!!""Hey boy !!"" Wake up ... "Michael's eyelashes slowly moved as his gray eyes opened."You're finally awake, young boy! If it weren't for your moving chest, I would have thought you were dead..."Michael rubbed his eyes and looked at the old man who was speaking incessantly. The man was wearing a woolen hat, a gray coat, and carrying a wooden cane. He had a white beard and a face full of wrinkles. He seemed friendly.Michael was in a bad mood, he adjusted himself and sat on the grass, saying in a gruff voice, "Who are you!?"The old man smiled and looked at the young man in front of him, who looked like a homeless person."My name is Musa, and I don't want anything from you, young boy. I was just passing by here and saw you sleeping on the grass. I thought to myself, this boy needs someone to help him, so I decided to wake you up..."Michael nodded his head and said as he stretched his limbs, "Well, thank you for your concer