"Now listen up everyone!" He pointed his dagger at the crowd, then screamed in panic as they tried to escape from the door. [Lightening Step] He bolted and blocked the entrance. [Flames of hell skill activated.] He then unleashed a large amount of flames that surrounded all the clustered customers. "I want you all to throw your phones in the burning Flames if you don't want to suffer the same fate as them!" He gestured at the half dead Awakeners. Without wasting time they all threw their phones and other recording devices at the Flames. The heat was hot enough to burn them even without touching them. But Dexter has to reduce the effects. Some of the customers tried to hide their phones. [Eyes of death skill activated] “I said put down all your devices!!” he roared. Immediately the effect of the skill struck the customers, they were completely frozen in fear, all they could now see was the devil itself coming to devour their soul, a grim reaper trying to rip of their
Tyler held Ava's feet. "I'm sorry child. Please tell your brother to spare me. I promise I won't abuse you ever again." Tyler begged."Dexter, please let's go. It's enough already, he'll die if you continue." Ava was feeling scared and pity for Tyler. The amount of blood he was loosing was too much."Alright." He sighed.“You all are lucky, my sister forgave you, too bad I won't have to absorb your powers anymore. Let's see if you will all survive in this state” he gestured at Tyler and his guards.'But first I have to destroy all of these CCTV cameras' Dexter looked around and sighted all the tiny security cameras around the mall.Few hours later, they left the Mall, to another shopping Mall. Just in time before the Guild arrived. Dexter took his sister to another shopping Mall. He didn't allow this to ruin her day. He changed his clothes to a simple black hoodie and a black pants. He smiled seeing the large amount of money seated in his bank account. He didn't just make Tyler pay
The Mage hospital was like another modern hospital, staff moving to and fro with patients. Dexter moved his sister towards the receptionist office."Hello, I have an appointment with Miss Chainy." He said."Miss Chainy? Please what's your name sir?" The receptionist asked."Dexter Pembroke.""Ohkay, you can wait for her that way, she'll be here in a few minutes." She gestured at a bench. "Alright, thanks a lot." Dexter pushed his sister towards the bench, then sat down.They waited for some minutes, Dexter could see how nervous Ava was, she kept looking at the door every second, if the healer had arrived."Are you nervous?" Dexter asked."Not nervous. I'm scared." She replied."Why would you be?""Don't know if it will be painful,"she replied."Painful? Hell no, it's magic, you won't feel anything." He assured Ava with a smile.Just then, Miss Chainy arrived.An average woman, long brunette hair, a glass on her eyes, black high heels and an office outfit. She was a grade A healer, on
The principal, Mr. Williams struggled to remember the name before it clicked. "Dexter," he said, his expression hardening."Yes, sir, it's me," Dexter smiled, trying to lighten the mood."Wipe that grin off your face," Mr. Williams snapped. "I'm not happy to see you.""Oh, but why sir?" Dexter asked, his smile fading."You know damn well why! You brought disgrace to our school like no one else before.""Right," Dexter's shoulders slumped, and he frowned."What the hell are you doing here, and why are you wearing our uniform? You're no longer a mage student!" Mr. Williams gestured towards the door."That's exactly why I'm here, I want to re-enroll in the academy.""No way! Get out of my office and my school!" The principal pointed at the door, his voice rising."At least listen to me, Mr. Williams," Dexter pleaded, unfazed by the principal's harsh tone."What's there to listen to? You're too poor to pay the academic fees, and you're weak! You dragged our school performance down last y
"You need to start talking now, Tyler! Who did this to you!?" Mr. Cross the CEO of Cross enterprise yelled at his son Tyler. Tyler had been admitted to one of the best mage hospital in the city. His legs were severely damaged, even the healers said it would take a few months for them to completely heal him.It might even extend to a year, the demon dagger Dexter used on him, had a very high resistance to magic, so it's effect on the injury makes the healer's magic to lose its effectiveness."Dad, please just forget about him. He's a demon, I've never seen him that way before, he...he was heartless and vicious." Tyler explained, his mind was still affected by the experience he had with Dexter."No I won't. He has to pay, who ever did this to my only son will pay with their lives. I'll make sure of that, even if it's to use all of my money. I'll make that person pay!" Mr. Cross declared, his eyes filled with rage."Now tell me his name! Even if this person is a grade S Awakener, I still
[Time left - 00:34:07]'Thirty four more minutes'[The skill 'Venomous breath' had been deactivated.]"Final!" Dexter breathes out heavily.The serpent regained itself."That's indeed impressive, you survived one of my strongest skills." Dexter taunted, he dipped his hands in his pocket walking towards the monster. His demon dagger had returned back to the inventory.The viewer's eyes widened in disbelief, they were about to witness a surreal scene. Was Dexter going to fight against that monster without his weapon?They exchanged glances at each other, their mouths agape, they found themselves momentarily speechless."Is that guy going to fight the Basilisk unarmed!?""That guy has lost his mind.""The praise has gone to his head.""Your powers are not enough to defeat me!" The monster roared."Shut up!" The crowd were more surprised as Dexter was communicating with the monster."How's he doing that?""I've never seen anyone communicating with a monster.""He's a special grade Awaken
"Oh, sorry. I was just demonstrating something to my student. Please come in, have a seat." He tried to hide the truth, even if it was well obvious that he was lying."Alright. I came to register my daughter in your academy." The woman said.The principal glanced at Dexter, Dexter raised a brow in response."Uhmm, sure it's free. Completely free." He said, faking a smile.Dexter then taped his shoulder."I'll take my leave now Mr. Williams."Dexter dipped his hands in his pocket exiting the office."Is that how your students behave? That guy is rude!" The woman complained."Oh, no not at all. Haha" Mr. Williams doesn't have any response to that, he only chuckled over it.Dexter walked through the corridor of the school with his backpack, he was about to leave. He's now officially a student here, but he'll start fully tomorrow.Just then he saw a familiar person, Jack, his long-time bully. He was walking towards him with three other guys, they all flew out their uniforms and drew tatto
MEANWHILE AT A DUNGEON The squad 2 mage hunters of the imperial guild, were on a grade A dungeon raid. The guild calls them for higher and more difficult raids like this. They are the strongest squad amongst the three squads, with Henry's squad coming out second strongest, which was squad 1. The main reason for the squad 2 Mage hunters exceeding the other squad was because of Samuel Andrew, the leader of the squad and the only S grade hunter in the entire imperial guild. He was very formidable with his unique talent. “Tainted Divinity” a powerful ability that allows him to use demonic and divine energies. And so he was nicknamed “Taunted Angel”. The squad 2 Mage hunters consist of Seven hunters, five grade A hunters, one grade B healer and a grade S. Healers were only hired on dangerous raids like this one. "Sam, I think we're done with the monsters, the dungeon lock is next." A bulky guy said. Many corpses of monsters littered everywhere and splashes of fresh blood. "Yes
I stood at the edge of what remained of the battlefield, staring at the ruins of the universe I had fought to save. The stars were slowly beginning to reappear in the dark void, like candles relighting after a storm. My body ached in ways I couldn’t describe, every muscle screaming in protest after the battle with the Abyssal Sovereign.But I was alive.For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I allowed myself to breathe. The weight of the universe—the literal universe—was no longer crushing me. Still, the victory felt hollow as I looked around at the destruction left behind. Planets had been reduced to dust. Civilizations, wiped out in the blink of an eye.It was up to me now. The system’s voice echoed faintly in my mind, its presence weaker but still there."Rebuilding Protocol Activated. Universal Restoration Initiated."I didn’t ask questions. There was no time for questions. With what remained of my energy, I focused, drawing on the fragments of the Sovereign’s power tha
Dexter tumbled through the void, his senses overwhelmed by the sensation of freefall. Darkness engulfed him until, with a bone-jarring impact, he landed on an obsidian platform. He groaned, pushing himself to his feet, only to find himself in an enormous chamber illuminated by swirling energy—red, black, and violet hues pulsated like a heartbeat.At the center of the room stood The Architect, their mask now removed to reveal an unnervingly calm face. Their eyes burned with a malevolent light as they addressed Dexter.“You’ve impressed me, Dexter. Few have made it this far. But you’ve only scratched the surface of my designs.”Dexter tightened his fists. “Enough talk. This ends now.”The Architect smiled, their demeanor unsettlingly serene. “Oh, it will end. But not in the way you think. You’ve been a mere pawn in this game, and it’s time to introduce the king.”The chamber shook violently. The swirling energy began to coalesce into a single, blinding point above them. Dexter shielded
The helicopter ride was a brief reprieve from the chaos they had just escaped, but the tension in the air was palpable. Lila worked furiously on her tablet, attempting to decrypt the data drive, while Marcus cleaned and inspected his weapons. Dexter sat in silence, his fists still clenched, staring out at the dark expanse below.“Anything?” Marcus asked Lila, breaking the heavy silence.“It’s encrypted six ways to Sunday,” Lila replied, her voice taut with frustration. “Whoever set this up didn’t want it cracked.”Dexter’s voice was calm but firm. “We’ve faced worse. Keep at it.”Lila nodded, determination etched on her face. “I’ll need time, but I’ll get it.”The helicopter touched down at a safehouse several miles from the smoldering remains of the Blackwell compound. It was a nondescript building, tucked away in a dense forest and surrounded by state-of-the-art security measures. As they entered, the weight of their mission pressed heavily on them.Inside, the safehouse was surpris
The team sprinted through the collapsing compound, the air thick with smoke and the deafening roar of explosions. Alarms blared, and the ground beneath their feet trembled with each detonation. The Architect's forces weren't just retreating—they were ensuring the base was destroyed, leaving no evidence behind.Dexter led the charge, his enhanced reflexes allowing him to dodge falling debris and navigate through the chaos. Behind him, Marcus kept pace, covering their rear with precision shots that took down pursuing guards. Lila and the rest of the team followed closely, their expressions a mix of urgency and determination.“Extraction point is two clicks east,” Lila shouted over the noise, her voice crackling in Dexter's earpiece. “But we’ve got a problem. Drones are back online, and they’re swarming the area.”Dexter gritted his teeth. “Then we take them out. Keep moving!”As they emerged from the main structure into the open, the sight that greeted them was grim. A fleet of aerial d
The sun was still low on the horizon when the team arrived at the edge of the target area, hidden by a dense line of trees overlooking the sprawling fortress. Blackwell’s main base was far more fortified than anticipated. Towering concrete walls surrounded the compound, with razor wire coiled along the top and watchtowers armed with automated turrets and spotlights that swept the area in precise intervals. Beyond the walls, armed guards patrolled in squads, each equipped with cutting-edge gear.Dexter crouched behind a cluster of shrubs, his sharp eyes scanning the compound. Lila's voice crackled in his earpiece. “Thermal imaging confirms over a hundred hostiles inside, with reinforcements stationed in nearby barracks. The Architect has upped the ante. There’s heavy artillery on the north and west sides, and drones patrolling the airspace.”Marcus, crouched beside him, muttered, “This isn’t a base—it’s a fortress. They’re expecting us.”Dexter’s lips curved into a grim smile. “Let the
The cold night air clung to the dense forest as Dexter and his team made their retreat from the captured facility. Their convoy was waiting at a safe distance, hidden under the cover of thick trees and underbrush. Inside the SUVs, the tension was palpable. Kane and his accomplice were restrained, their wrists bound tightly with reinforced cuffs, their mouths gagged to prevent any further attempts at manipulation.Marcus sat beside Dexter in the lead vehicle, his brows furrowed in thought. “The Architect… If Kane’s not bluffing, this changes everything. They’ve already infiltrated deep enough to create chaos on multiple fronts. It’s not just about us anymore.”Dexter leaned back in his seat, his mind racing. “We’ll analyze the data we pulled from the servers. Somewhere in there is a thread we can follow. The Architect made one mistake—they’ve revealed themselves. Now it’s just a matter of time.”Marcus nodded, but his unease lingered. The Architect’s reputation was whispered in dark co
The night air was colder than usual, a bitter chill that settled deep into the bones. Dexter stood in the middle of his personal training hall, a vast expanse filled with state-of-the-art equipment, combat dummies, and reinforced walls to withstand even the most destructive attacks. His body glistened with sweat, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. The session had been grueling, but it wasn’t enough to quiet his mind.He hurled a weighted training dummy across the room with ease, watching it crash against the wall. The frustration of Evangeline slipping through his fingers and the looming threat of Blackwell gnawed at him like a festering wound. He couldn’t afford mistakes, not now. His world was one misstep away from collapsing, and he wouldn’t allow that to happen.Marcus entered the room cautiously, knowing better than to interrupt during these moments. “We’ve got updates,” he said, his tone low but urgent.Dexter didn’t turn to face him. “Talk.”“Evangeline hasn
The city was alive with shadows as night wrapped around its towering buildings and dim alleyways. Dexter stood on the balcony of his estate, the cold breeze brushing against his face. The faint glow of the city lights below gave the illusion of calm, but he knew better. Blackwell’s attack was imminent, and the assassins hired to carry out his schemes were closing in.Marcus burst onto the balcony, urgency etched into his face. “We’ve located Evangeline. She’s holed up in a suite at the Bellcrest Hotel. Our surveillance confirms she hasn’t moved since arriving.”Dexter’s gaze remained fixed on the horizon. “And Kane?”“Still no sign, but the tracker planted on one of Blackwell’s former aides is giving us leads. We’ve intercepted encrypted communications; Kane is involved, but he’s keeping low.”Dexter turned, his expression calm yet menacing. “Evangeline first. She’s the immediate threat. Assemble a team. No direct confrontation—gather information, destabilize her network, and keep her
The rain poured heavily, drumming against the windows of the estate like a relentless cadence. Dexter stood in his study, staring at the storm outside, lost in thought. The world beyond the glass was a blur of darkness and streaks of water, but it mirrored the tempest brewing within him. The silence of the estate was only broken by the occasional crack of thunder, but it did little to distract him from the news Marcus had delivered earlier.Blackwell’s desperation wasn’t just a gamble—it was a declaration of war. And wars, Dexter knew, were won not just by strength but by foresight.The door creaked open behind him, and Marcus entered without preamble. His coat was damp from the rain, and a folder was tucked under his arm. He placed it on the desk and tapped it lightly."Updates," Marcus said, his tone brisk. "We’ve identified two names from Blackwell’s contact list. Both are high-value mercenaries with reputations for taking on impossible contracts."Dexter turned from the window and