He made his stance, and began to follow the rhythm, hitting the wooden dummy at targeted points. Sweats dripped down his head and onto his light brown skin. He punched and blocked, his movements turning into a trancelike state. For the past two weeks, he'd settled down in this world and had started to learn the way they do things. His roommate Magus was seated at the far corner, writing stuff down with a quill. After he had set his goals on Ag, every morning had been like this. He would wake up and go for his training routes which usually began with endurance and strength training. He would then move to skill acquisition. Within these two weeks, his body had grown rapidly, and a day before Ag had notified him that he had unlocked a warrior's body. After he finished with the wooden dummy, he went straight to the bathroom to get ready for school. He checked his profile./PROFILEHP: 98ES: 4MP: 53TIER: SORCERERORDER: 0Lvl: 2 (50% complete)WARRIOR BODY: Level 1(34%)SKILL: HEAVEN'
After Coral had read that part he'd closed the book and shoved it under his bed staring and focusing on Magus who was sprawled on the bed snoring peacefully. He only picked the book two days later. The book didn't contain any more important info except for the order zeros of all the tiers. The Orders were the stages one can reach within a tier. A magician can only choose just one tier as his path, and the more they study and practice, they get connected to the magical force and would be able to use it to achieve abilities listed in the certain tier and its corresponding order. He was a Sorcerer and his Order Zero was named druid and was described to have a vast connection to plants and animals and also life in general depending on the talent of the practitioner. He seemed to be more inclined with the plants and earth. His first skill was called stone identification and he was easily able to identify soils and different kinds of stone with it as regards whatever they were used for. He
"You sound creepy like you have died before." she said. "Maybe I have." She wanted to say something but stopped. She just stared at him for a while before speaking. "So you believe your parents are gone, forever?""Yes! Our love and hate have ended, forever. No illusions. All I carry is the residual pain of their memories." Aduke smiled. "Well. Their memories are enough for me to believe their existence has not yet ceased," she said. "If you don't mind, I want to go check on some friends." She stood and walked away, obviously angry. Coral snickered. "The truth always hurt," he muttered and closed his eyes.The breeze swept calmly against his cheeks, causing a soft rustling among the withered leaves scattered along its base. He let his body notice every hint of the serene quietness revolving peacefully around him. He was so lost in this world of his that he almost didn't notice the soft cracking footsteps heading towards him. "Coral, the atmosphere is nice isn't it?" the soft bu
He opened his eyes, and ignoring the sheering pain, he got up as swiftly as he could. The assailants were already turning back. They were retreating after treating him like this. After almost killing him? No, they don't get to deserve when this fight ends. They started and he was going to end it. "Hahahahahaha! MUHAHAHHAHAHA!" he laughed out loud. "Is that all you got? If you want to exert power. You need to find someone weaker!"The boys turned back surprised. It wasn't because of what he said. No. It was the fact that he was rushing at them, like a beast and a dagger was in his hand. He wasn't going to fight them. No. He was going to fight to kill! Every single one of them will soon realize he was a ticking time bomb and soon enough he would rip them apart limb from limb.He drove his knife right into the abdomen of one of the boys, squelching and screaming and met each other in a painful race to usurp each other. He removed it, twirling with his leg, he sent his dagger flying, ca
For some reason it didn't sit well with her that Coral called her his sister. He was always confused around women, they always had their own private thoughts and proceeded to act nothing like they were thinking. "No." she protested, shaking her head quickly."Huh?" He raised his eyes. “Did I say something wrong?” He asked."I am not your sister. I am your friend... acquaintance." she stammered."Okaaay." he said and raised his hands. "Your sister," she asked. "She passed away?" "I don't know." he replied, not wanting to go there and she seemed to understand. She exhaled. "Umm, you will have to rest a lot. I told Magus you'd be back in four hours, but thankfully, I formulated the spells easily and fixed you up faster.""So how much time do I have left?" he asked."Two hours?" she said."Good, I will keep you company," he sat up, but felt faint."Lie back down!" She placed her hand on his chest and forced him back to bed. "You still need a few minutes of rest for your system to get
The floor creaked eerily as they stepped on the floorboards of the house. Dried leaves littered the entrance, the following passage empty and silent like the graves. The front door swung, and Arlo jerked, pointing his MAC-114 at it. "Activate your UV visors." he ordered the team of six beside him. All of them dressed in the same black vest and trousers, all taped with kevlar. Their faces are covered in black masks. The team responded to his orders and they trooped in a uniformed and precise formation. The passageway as seen from the visors was empty and seemingly endless. The walls held different writings and palm prints. The languages were recorded by their visors and were being streamed live by the 'Sector.' A division of the United Nations Alliance Force (UNAF). Arlo got their call while he was in the hospital, keeping his sister company. It was supposed to be his leave. He'd just finished a mission about two weeks ago! His captain told him they needed him back on the job for on
Arlo couldn't understand it, it was something straight out of Aria's video games and shows. It had wings made of skin that seemed to be lined with talons at connected angles. Its face was like that of a devil's, exactly like the gargoyles from movies. Its hand contained talons that were fastened into the soldier's chest, its talons pierced through three levels of kevlar. "Holy!" Jake screamed and released a rain of bullets on the creature which didn't seem fazed, every other person stepped back, but the beast just kept on working forward. Arlo who seemed to understand their titanium piercing, self exploding, poison ejecting bullet from the MAC-114 won't work. He ran straight for one of the fires that lit the room and threw it at the monster, and he followed it with a grenade. His team dove off the ground and an explosion shook the room. The creature collapsed into cement. "What the hell was that?" "I think that was a Gargoyle!" Arlo said. His sister had always forced him to sit do
"That wasn't very nice," the lady said, still standing. He seemed to have imagined the thud. "I left you alive and saved you for last, so you will have last words privileges and this is how you treat me, with noise?" she said. "Look at your friends." she said as the door opened. He turned his head slowly. Jake and Nat were on the floor, dead. "So as I was saying. Let me try a poem of mine. I don't really. I am not good at it. Let's see!" She cleared her throat."I am the pale old lady that haunts your dreams,""Woven into a poem from your kin's awful dreams,"Cries were made from brooks and streams,"About I, the one who makes all scream,"Just as she finished her eyes glowed a deep green. She looked directly in his eyes and he screamed, as it was as if he was staring into the eyes of death itself. He felt his life crawl away and it was gonna be the end of him until a voice stopped the process.Arlo could make the image of a man and a ball like thingy. He was sure he could clearly h