As Xin's eyes slowly fluttered open, the faint, flickering light of the torches that lined the cold, grey stone walls of his prison cell danced across his vision, casting eerie shadows on the ground. He was lying on a narrow, uncomfortable bed, its thin, worn mattress offering little comfort or support to his weary body. The hard, unyielding surface seemed to press against his very bones, making every movement a painful, laborious effort. As he struggled to sit up, a dull ache echoed through his head, a lingering reminder of the countless times he had been subjected to the witch's cruel experiments and torture. Xin's gaze wandered listlessly around the small, dingy cell, taking in the familiar sights of the rusty iron door, the small, barred window high up on one wall, and the crude, wooden table and chair that stood in the corner. It was a bleak, barren space, devoid of any comfort or warmth, a place where hope itself seemed to wither and die. And yet, despite the many hardship
Xin and Roselle had started their tour from their dorm building and next they went to a battle arena, where they had testing equipment, that determines the amount of strength, agility, speed, and durability one have. Also, there are several square fighting platforms that could be used in fighting during competition or wrestling. As they moved from building to building, the Hornotriks would always notify them of the name of every building they come across. They also went to their homeroom classes, battle classes, sports rooms, and all sorts of facilities. The Hornotriks also did its best to provide a tiny bit of explanation about each area of the school where they visited. Afterwards, they got to the library building and the Hornotriks like always provided them the details.< The library is split into four floors. First-year students are only able to access the first floor; while, the second-year students can access the second floor; and the third year stu
Due to the War between Humans and the Aliens, every person when they reached the age of 15 and 16 was required to go to an ability school for three years. Even though Humans and Aliens were at a peaceful period, everyone knew that it wouldn't last forever. In every three years, a selected few would be taken from the military academy to head for war. Once they are gone, not all make it back alive. Actually, there was a secret the military are keeping from everyone but according to a saying "The truth will finally be revealed."Every day there was news of Aliens, antagonizing the human world and war felt like it could start again at any moment. In terms of technology, these aliens were more advanced than humans, in terms of weapons, they had the best of the best weapons. Actually, they make weapons out of their bodies. And that alone could make them strong against any human opponent. Meaning humans can't defeat them easily due to the weapon like body they possess.
Gradually, Xin's eyelids started to open and his vision soon returned. Although, his head were throbbing in pain due to how he had fell unconsciously to the ground. As he lifted himself off the ground, he touched his head to see if he had gotten any injuries but luckily, there were no visible wounds only the internal ones. After seeing that his head was okay even though he's having a slight headache, Xin checked his hand and saw that it had all been healed. Xin was still wondering what was happening. What type of miracle happened that made the Brentons to treat his wound. He thought that perhaps it was the Brentons that helped him clean the wound on his hands but something else is telling him that it is not the Brenton's doing. It was at the last moment that Xin remembered something. Xin then went to pick up the suitcase that was thrown on the floor not too far from where he is. He opened the suitcase only to see that the book was gone."What?! But where did it go?!" Xin screamed l
It was during the closing hours, Xin who had managed to reach his final years was busy walking down the school corridor."Crazy Orphan!" A boy shouted as he walked past Xin. He had a spiky green hair which looks rough and unbefitting for the shape of his oval head. He was walking past Xin but not without pushing him off to the side.Xin was angered by this but he carried on walking down the school corridor. He didn't know why they are calling him an orphan when his parents were still alive. It's just because his parents where faraway on a special mission. He still held onto what his mother said that he shouldn't have any revenge yet. But with how these kid humans were acting to him, his anxiety to have revenge had not just increased but he now have everyone as his enemy. Both the young and old. Humans will be humans.He was bullied everyday by almost everyone in the school but they all knew he won't just let it slide without retaliating back.
As Xin's thoughts lingered on the witch's words, his mind became increasingly consumed by the weight of her sinister intentions. The memory of her voice, dripping with malice and sarcasm, echoed through his mind like a cold, mirthless laugh, sending shivers down his spine. He had been a prisoner in this damp, dingy cell for as long as he could remember, subjected to the witch's cruel experiments and torture, his body and mind battered and bruised by the relentless onslaught of her twisted desires. The thought of his prolonged imprisonment was a crushing weight that bore down upon him, threatening to suffocate him beneath its oppressive yoke. He had lost count of the days, the weeks, the months - perhaps even the years - that he had spent in this place, his sense of time distorted by the endless cycle of pain and suffering that had become his life. The witch's experiments had become a never-ending nightmare, a constant reminder of his powerlessness and helplessness in the face of
As Xin's eyes slowly fluttered open, the faint, flickering light of the torches that lined the cold, grey stone walls of his prison cell danced across his vision, casting eerie shadows on the ground. He was lying on a narrow, uncomfortable bed, its thin, worn mattress offering little comfort or support to his weary body. The hard, unyielding surface seemed to press against his very bones, making every movement a painful, laborious effort. As he struggled to sit up, a dull ache echoed through his head, a lingering reminder of the countless times he had been subjected to the witch's cruel experiments and torture. Xin's gaze wandered listlessly around the small, dingy cell, taking in the familiar sights of the rusty iron door, the small, barred window high up on one wall, and the crude, wooden table and chair that stood in the corner. It was a bleak, barren space, devoid of any comfort or warmth, a place where hope itself seemed to wither and die. And yet, despite the many hardship
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