The echoes of destruction lingered in the mansion as Dexter, Charlotte, and Henry made their way through the halls, past the wreckage of the once-immaculate interior. The security systems, Harlan’s pride, were no longer operational. The chaos from the explosions had fractured the entire network of control he’d worked so hard to perfect. Guards were scattered, some unconscious, others still recovering from the surprise assault. Dexter could feel the adrenaline surging in his veins, but a weight settled over him, heavier than anything the physical fight had inflicted.As they exited the building, the night air hit Dexter’s skin, a sharp contrast to the stifling tension of the mansion’s interior. He paused for a moment, his thoughts spinning, sorting through the rush of victory, the dissonant reality that lay ahead, and the uncertainties that still loomed large. The victory had been sweet, but Dexter knew better than to think this battle was over. The pieces on the board had just been re
The hours dragged on as Dexter and the team strategized, the tension in the room palpable. As the day broke, so did the silence between them. Dexter leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning the digital files on the screen, but his mind was elsewhere. Despite the progress they had made, there was still so much left undone. The Ouroboros network had proven itself to be resilient, and Harlan, though defeated, had left behind a network that stretched into the very fabric of their world. It wasn’t just about taking down one man anymore; it was about dismantling an empire, piece by piece.“Any word from Ava?” Henry broke the silence, his voice steady but filled with the same uncertainty Dexter felt.Dexter’s eyes flickered to his phone. There was still nothing. “Not yet,” he muttered, his hand rubbing at the stubble on his chin. “But she’ll be fine. She’s tougher than we give her credit for.”Charlotte, who had been silent for most of the morning, finally spoke up. “We can’t afford to wa
The early morning light filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the room where Dexter and his team stood, the weight of their decision pressing down on them. They had been awake for nearly twenty-four hours, but there was no time for rest now. The journey ahead of them, to that secret island, was one filled with uncertainty and danger. There would be no turning back once they left the confines of the safehouse. Each step they took would bring them closer to the truth—and to the people who would stop at nothing to protect their secrets.Dexter adjusted the straps of his tactical vest, his fingers brushing the cold metal of the weapons holstered at his sides. Henry was already at the door, checking their supplies, while Charlotte finished up her work on the system, ensuring that everything they needed would be with them when they left. The team had been through countless missions, but this one felt different. It wasn’t just a fight for survival anymore. This was somethi
The deeper they ventured into the heart of the island, the more oppressive the atmosphere grew. The air was thick with an unsettling stillness, and even the sounds of the guards’ bodies hitting the floor seemed muffled, as though the island itself were swallowing them whole. Dexter’s pulse was steady, but every step felt like they were descending into a deeper layer of something far more sinister. The faint sound of their footsteps was the only thing keeping them grounded.Charlotte, still at the front, continued scanning the environment. Her tablet was a constant companion, the glowing screen offering the only light in the pitch-black corridors. “I’ve got a reading on the lower levels,” she whispered. “There’s a network of tunnels under this building—looks like the central command center is there.”“Lead the way,” Dexter replied, his voice calm but carrying a weight that made it clear he wasn’t about to hesitate.Henry, ever the strategist, stayed close behind, his eyes darting to ev
The room erupted into chaos. As soon as the last word was spoken, the doors behind the figure opened, and a dozen armed guards poured into the room. Their footsteps echoed off the cold, metallic walls, the clatter of armor and weapons growing louder with each passing second. Dexter’s instincts kicked in, and his hand went straight to the hilt of his blade, his muscles tensing in preparation for what was about to come.“Take them out!” the figure in the dark armor shouted, and the air grew thick with tension. The guards moved with military precision, their weapons raised, their eyes locked onto Dexter and his team. But Dexter wasn’t worried. Not yet.Charlotte’s voice broke the silence, cool and calm despite the impending violence. “I’m on it,” she muttered, fingers flying over the screen of her tablet. The lights in the room flickered again, and with a sudden surge of energy, several of the computer terminals sparked, short-circuiting with a series of explosive cracks. The room was pl
PROLOGUEI already knew that my life was about to take a turn for the worse when I saw the headlines on today's broadcast.Year 2050Blossom City, South KoreaWORLD RECORD NEWS: Humanity discovered the ‘World’s weakest Mage in existence’Dexter Pembroke a grade E with 1 stat.I became popular all of a sudden, I was known to be the weakest among the weak, I became a laughingstock. An awakener who doesn't know his talent. And so I was given the nickname ‘The Talentless Awakener’ . I was no doubt at the bottom of the food chain and to top it all. I was super broke, having no parents to run to and was left with a little sister to care for.We exist in a world where Mages and monsters exist. However as bittered enemies, the monsters seek to eat our flesh meanwhile the Mage hunters kill them and make money from doing so.Mages and monsters had existed decades ago, Monsters came from another dimension through ‘Portal’. These portals released a surge of mana that spread throughout humanity, i
A pained gasp escaped his lips as a heavy kick landed squarely on Dexter's chest. Huddled in the middle of a group of boys, his arms had gone numb as they had been taking the full brunt of those hits. He had used them to block his face from attacks.“F**king peasant. Next time, you’d think twice before disgracing me in front of the whole school.” A voice spat out those spiteful words, and Dexter knew the owner of that voice.It was the man who haunted him for days.“Elliot. It’s enough. We have to leave here before anyone comes around.” A voice jolted Dexter back to reality. It belonged to Elliot's gang member.“I still want to beat him. In his next life, he would definitely know how to stay in his place.” Elliot grumbled.“You can do that later. Remember you have to meet up with Cassie.” Jordan said, trying to coerce Elliot into leaving. “That bitch? Well, let’s leave the weakling for now. We will see him tomorrow.” Elliot had no choice but to leave.Dexter's eyes were closed, and
There in front of him was the girl he had been dreaming about, the girl he thought loved him. Selina stood with shock in her eyes, she had a towel around her body as she stared at Dexter.“D… Dexter?” Selina couldn’t bring herself to find the right words.“What are you doing here Sel? Where is your dress?” Dexter stuttered, unable to think straight.Was this the reason she refused to visit or text him? Why were women so cruel?He couldn’t believe his eyes.Dexter removed his glasses, and wiped them with his shirt, before wearing them back. His shoulders fell when he realized that the problem was not the glasses but the actual girl was standing in front of him. Dexter was full of disgust as he stared at her.As that sickening thought passed through his mind, a man appeared behind Selina, and grabbed her by the waist before drawing her closer to his body. “What’s going on Bae? Why are you taking so long? Do you know him?” The young man said with eyes scanning every part of Dexter's