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I Steal The System Mysterious Bar
Lucius was immediately struck by the uncanny aura that enveloped the place. The atmosphere was electric and tense, almost as if the city's entire criminal underbelly had been herded into this one room. A distinctive woman appeared to approach Lucius, appearing to be in her eighties. "How may I assist you, wanderer?" She sported blackish-red hair and intriguing red pupils, which momentarily took Lucius aback. He hadn't considered that such a person could exist. "Bring me the tastiest dish this establishment has to offer," Lucius demanded, brandishing a bag brimming with golden coins, all ill-gotten gains from his exploits of robbing the well-off who had crossed his path. "Your wish is my command, traveler," the woman responded, grinning particularly widely at the sight of Lucius's displayed wealth. A murmur swept through the room as the patrons commented, "Seems we have a stray rich man's son in our midst." Their eyes bore into Lucius, ravenous and predatory, much like a beast would
I Steal The System Fighting
The man with the scar over his eye had gone pale, his body soaked in a cold sweat. It was as if he desperately wished for this confrontation to be over. "What's the matter? Lost your words?" Lucius queried the man who had abruptly become silent and still. The fierce pretender now faced an unexpected adversary, far more terrifying than he could've imagined. "Isn't our matter settled, wanderer?" he managed to turn towards Lucius, attempting to force a smile onto his stern face. "Ah, but I believe our business is far from over," Lucius retorted, his nonchalance further infuriating the scarred man. "I've shown you respect, and yet you still wish to provoke me?" The man reached for the large, well-maintained sword strapped to his back. This threatening move triggered panic among the bar patrons, who immediately started fleeing the place, shouting, "The assassin of Wratis Land is picking a fight!" "You seem quite popular around here?" Lucius commented as he rose from his seat. He unlea
I Steal The System Slave Seller
A crowd thronged the desolate plains that fringed the borders of the Udrathen Kingdom, under the dominion of the renowned sect of martial artists. The gathering was a mix of ordinary folk – farmers, merchants, craftsmen – conspicuously devoid of weapons or armor, who had been abruptly summoned here. Their expressions teetered between anxiety and confusion. "When will the war commence?" they whispered among themselves, perplexed by the absence of any visible enemy. "Hush! Want to lose your head? Don't question the kingdom!" another voice cautioned. The murmurs grew as the crowd noted the conspicuous absence of a military camp or the presence of any soldiers. A loud, clear voice pierced through the whispers, drawing their eyes upwards. "My brave people!" echoed the voice from atop a cliff overlooking the plains. It belonged to a man, famous in the kingdom. "Isn't he the master of the messenger?" the crowd whispered, recognizing the figure on the cliff. "Today we prepare for war. But n
I Steal The System A Hero
"The upstairs, Uncle! Check it!" cried out a young girl with a mane of flaming red hair, her shout echoing in the room at the bald man present. With swift agility, the man bounded up the stairs, his body moving with an ethereal lightness that reminded Lucius of a tuft of cotton wafting in the wind. He was there to inspect the rat carcass Lucius had earlier indicated. "What a remarkable martial art," Lucius murmured, observing the man's movement. It brought back memories of a certain general he had slain, who had showcased his prowess by making a daring leap off the edge of a massive gold mine's ravine. Suddenly, there were two thudding noises. A pair of human bodies plummeted from above, and shortly after, the bald man descended back into the room. "Zera, I've cleared everything upstairs," he declared, brushing his hands together as though dusting off unseen particles. "Thank you again, Lucius," Zera expressed her gratitude. Lucius shrugged off the appreciation casually. "After a
I Steal The System Secrets of the World
The scheme had been carefully crafted, and now the three-person powerhouse was set in motion. Lucius, the individual stranded in a foreign world, was joined by two other remarkable figures: Schmidt, a heroically handsome figure, and a strikingly beautiful redhead. "Lucius, we're drawing near," informed Schmidt. Two days had passed since their journey commenced. Without a moment's pause, the trio forged ahead, their swift progress a race against time to rescue the oppressed. "Halt, I spot them," Schmidt declared, landing deftly on a tree branch. Lucius and Zera joined him, aligning themselves on adjacent branches. "It appears we are just in time," Schmidt added, gesturing towards the location beneath them—a presumed haven for those subjected to slavery. "Are we near the martial arts sect?" Lucius murmured, detecting a potent, ominous aura in the proximity. "Your instincts are accurate, Lucius," Schmidt affirmed with a subtle nod. "So, it's my turn to take action now?" Lucius inqu
I Steal The System A Tragic End for a Hero
"No! No!" The figure of a man, who was in the company of a red-haired girl, was seen crying out in sheer terror. He had bravely ventured off the beaten path in an attempt to free all the prisoners, only to be dumbstruck by an order resonating from afar. "Execute all prisoners!" echoed a distant voice. Eerily, all soldiers present instantly unsheathed their sharp swords, ruthlessly cutting down the hapless slaves and prisoners. Their bodies fell to the ground, pools of blood painting a grim scene. "Damn it! Zera, they've already started the ritual!" roared the man, known as Schmidt. He and his companion could only stare in stunned silence as the guards mercilessly butchered all the prisoners within their reach, displaying no shred of pity. "Boom!" Another crash of lightning echoed from afar, followed by a billowing mist, a consequence of the upturned earth stirred into the air. "It seems that Lucius has launched his attack," Schmidt surmised. "What should we do next, Schmidt?" "
I Steal The System The Intricacies of Masterful Paintings
"Where am I?" Lucius opened his eyes and was surprised to see a room that resembled a cube. It was very cramped, as if he was confined in a chest with strange walls. The walls of the room were light green in color, looking soft to the touch. Lucius woke up and reflexively held his neck. His neck hurt because of the fine hairs from the monster earlier. "What's going on? Am I in heaven?" "No, no. I, someone like me, can't be in heaven." Lucius shook his head rejecting his first conclusion. "System, can you hear me?" asked Lucius, hoping that a hologram of the system would appear before his eyes. [System hears master] "Good. Can you tell me what this place is?" "The space between the real world and the memory universe." "Memory universe? What is that?" asked Lucius anxiously, hoping that the system would not give any more strange answers. "Universal memory is the memory of a world that once existed but has been destroyed," said a young man who suddenly appeared in the room. The y
I Steal The System The Resurrection of General Nefion
The guards patrolling the special prison wore expressions of disbelief. "General Nefion?" they stuttered out in unison, astonished at the sight of the rumored dead general in their midst. A figure who, by all accounts, should not be present in this location. The man appointed to replace General Nefion gazed at him, his face a mask of incredulity. He struggled to comprehend the sight of a man thought to be dead, now standing before him. "General Nefion, is that truly you?" he asked, uncertainty lacing his voice as if he suspected an illusion or a trick. "Do I need to bash your skull in to convince you?" replied the general, his tone sharp, the force of his martial aura palpable. This retort earned a few surprised chuckles from the others and silenced further questions. "So, were the rumors of your death fabricated?" "Clearly. Do you think I could be easily killed?" General Nefion retorted. His unexpected resurrection sent ripples of shock throughout the prison, particularly among t
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