"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
At a dark corner, a red BMW drove down the quiet road. It stopped next to a black car, probably waiting for it there.The left part of the car opened as a man stepped out, he stood under the only available lamppost at the area, revealing his features. He was a towering figure, standing above six feet tall, he had enhanced broadened shoulders and muscular physiques."It's surprising for a CEO like yourself to call me here Mr. Cross." His deep voice echoed.Mr. Cross stood there with two other men, who were his security men. He held a large briefcase in his hand."Yes, I have a job for you. Dead skull." Mr. Cross replied."A job?" James Norman, AKA dead skull chuckled slightly.He is among the most terrifying and most recommended hitmen in Blossom City, he was also a grade S Mage hunter, secret organizations and even the government uses him for dirty jobs, even most Guild begged him to join their guild. He was that good."You really think you can hire a hitman like me?”"Yes I can." Mr.
With this the system popped up.[Congratulations on advancing your level. You can now view chats of other players in the chatroom, however you will be unable to chat until you advance to level 5][Upgrading system][Upgrade completed][A new application had been added "Community chatroom"]Dexter was still trying to process everything before he received a notification from the system, it indicates one unread message.He clicked on it and it took him to the chat room.[New member added to the community.][1000 members][456 members online]He scrolled and started seeing some messages.Drake Wilson: Hey a new member has been added, he finally made us reach a thousand members.Helen Davidson: introduce yourself to us, newbie.Drake Wilson: he can't, have you forgotten you can only access the chat button once you advance to level 5? He's obviously still at level 3.Helen Davidson: Yeah, that's true. Can't believe I forgot so soon.Sung Kim: You think he's Asian?Kelvin whale: who cares, l
Dexter was trapped under a mountain of goblins, struggling to breathe. He had lost a lot of blood from the countless injuries they had inflicted on him. [HP- 22]He gritted his teeth trying to get up but it was of no use, blood oozed out from his mout. As he felt himself slipping away, he realized he had only one way to escape this situation.[Raging thunder Skill activated]The surge of lightning exploded, scattering the goblins into chunks of meat.[Stats + 0.01][Stats + 0.01]...+0.01....His stats doubled. Dexter's health had also reduced and he was also bleeding.[Regeneration skill activated][Absorbed 496 souls of deceased goblins][HP+MP replenished]His wounds healed automatically.'With this I can go on forever. I'll just keep killing these guys and used the regeneration skill to heal myself'With his quick reflexes, Dexter spotted a tractor nearby and immediately used his Lightning Step skill to dodge the goblins' attacks, zipping towards the vehicle at a breakneck speed
Dexter brought out his dagger, he had approached an area which was entirely blocked by the goblins. It was more like a valley, filled with troops of goblins all standing in line like soldiers ready for war.'Why are they arranged this way? Does that mean they all are already aware I'm here and readied their warriors to stop me?' Dexter thought. It would have been easier to know what they were planning. If he used the universal translator skill, but this wasn't the time to spam skills and waste MP carelessly, it would be best used for action and survival."I guess I've reached a point where I have no choice but to use my skills, in order to survive and get past this army of monsters." He smirked, his eye gaze turned deadly.He has been absorbing the souls of the dead goblins he killed, and had been leveling up the whole time.[Time left - 01:07:00][MP - 80/80][HP - 70/100]The leader of the goblins pointed his matchet at Dexter and shouted a word that sounded like “attack!” in their
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