“Her picture wasn’t found anywhere,” Perseus asked. He hadn’t tried searching for his mother's picture, so he had no idea. He had the memory of her; he knew the color of her hair and eyes, but he didn’t know exactly what she looked like. Her face had faded in his memory, but he could recognize a photo of her if he saw it. “Yes. I couldn’t find a picture of either her or your dad,” Ryan replied. “We might be able to find it in the company, though. What brings you here? Since you came with him, I already knew you didn’t come here to have fun.”“Right.”“Then?”“Why don’t we go in?”“Alright.”Ryan walked ahead, opened the door, and waited for Perseus to enter. He closed the door, and Perseus glanced around the house. The house was cozy with perfect furnishing and decorations, but what caught Perseus’s attention were his pictures scattered around the walls—all different poses of him.He glanced back at Ryan. “You seem to be obsessed with me.”Realizing this, Ryan dashed for the wall a
Perseus pushed open the door indicated by the tracker. Inside, a man’s head turned to look at him. Iris floated and sat on Perseus’ shoulder, her gaze fixed on the men before them.Zeppelin was stuffing his face with food, sitting on a chair in the middle of the kitchen, a table filled with tins of food in front of him. Tim and Ryan stared at him as if he were a unique painting from a museum.Tom and Ryan stood next to Zeppelin, Ryan's arms folded.“You’re here,” Ryan muttered. “Are you done?”Zeppelin nodded. “I am. Let’s get started.”“Alright.”Ryan glanced at Tom. “Get the chairs.”“Okay,” Tom replied.In a few minutes, Tom carried three chairs into the kitchen, and the men finally sat down, gathering around the table.“I hope you all aren’t interested in eating my food,” Zeppelin inquired.“We’re not,” Tom responded. “We already ate; you can have it all to yourself.”Zeppelin's gaze turned to Perseus. “You could eat if you want.”“No thanks,” Perseus mumbled, leaning back against
“No way you are letting them in,” Ryan cried out, ignoring what Perseus had said about them staying with him.“Why can’t I let them in?” Perseus asked.A frown appeared on Ryan’s face, and he peered at Perseus. “You just can't let them in. I can't let them into this house. They aren't one but three.”“More than three, actually,” Perseus corrected.“What?”“There are five bodyguards with them,” Perseus replied. “That’s why I said I was going to get the door to be sure it's them.”“It is them.”“I've never had a girl in my house. Now you are just bringing three in so casually!” Ryan snapped. “They're not even my girlfriends.”“Do they have to be your girlfriend before you invite them in?” Perseus questioned. “If that's the way you feel, I might as well leave the house if you don’t want them in.”Ryan pouted. “Fine, they can come in.” He pulled out his phone and turned on the screen. Opening the camera, he was able to see those who were standing in front of his building. “They are eight
“More like it makes you more important in life-and-death situations. I wouldn’t be surprised if you die like a bug when we encounter the enemy,” Ryan taunted. “And don’t even think about trying to understand what is going on. All we need you for is your combat skills.”Loom’s brows knotted. “He specifically picked me.”“I know you are the AfterEnd guard that Perseus picked up. Don’t get your hopes up. How can we be sure you wouldn’t spy on us and sell the information for money?”“I would never do that.”“But you have done it several times, haven’t you?” Ryan asked, taking a step closer to Loom and leaning in. “Since I have always kept an eye on Perseus, I have investigated everyone who came near him, and you happen to be one of them.”Blood drained from Loom’s face. From the look Ryan was giving him, he could tell that Ryan knew a lot about him.“Were you stalking me?” Loom demanded.“You wouldn’t call it stalking. I sent people to investigate you, and I did it myself too. Now if you
“Don’t be too happy; we still have much to do,” Perseus cautioned. “You might regret your decision later.”“I won’t.”Perseus turned his gaze to Zeppelin. “Would you mind coming along with me?”“Are you heading out?” Zeppelin asked.“Yes,” Perseus answered. He still had a mission assigned to him by the system. He hadn’t paid attention to the time duration, and he had also said he would do it after the tournament. He couldn’t take the punishment from the system.[I had no idea you would remember,] Iris muttered, popping out. If you hadn’t, I would have been more than glad to take what the system wants as a punishment.][Do you know how long I have been waiting for the day when I will cut off your dick? Why do you have to remember your mission?]Perseus glared at Iris.“What about us?” Lexi asked. “Are you leaving us here?”He stared back at them. “Everything is fine, and I have good news for you.”“What’s the good news?” Eris asked, trying to stay calm.“You all are staying here with m
Perseus didn’t want to tell them that he owned the house. Although Zeppelin had seen the beach house, this one was even more luxurious.“Let’s go in,” Perseus said, ignoring their questions. They glared at him in response. “We aren’t visiting anyone. I came here to check the house because it is mine, and I haven’t seen it since the day I bought it,” he revealed.Zeppelin’s and Ryan’s jaws dropped in astonishment. They didn't expect the owner of such a luxurious house would be standing next to them and talking so casually.He began walking towards the building and they followed suit.“Didn’t you say you bought a beach house earlier?” Zeppelin questioned. “How could you buy this one?”Perseus ran his hand through his hair. “The house was sold off because it was said to be haunted and no one would purchase it, so I did.”Ryan frowned. “You bought a haunted house out of pity?”“It isn’t haunted,” Perseus replied. “Someone made that up to get the owner to sell the house so they could have
[Pissed, the granddaughter spread rumors about the house to get back at her brother. These rumors made it hard for her brother to find workers, so he had to pay them more than anyone else would.][Soon afterward, the servants began complaining that they had been hearing voices in the middle of the night and footsteps that didn't belong to anyone in the house.][However, the owner didn’t believe it and fired the maid who had started the rumors about hearing things. He sent her packing. Others made no mistake in mentioning the noises and kept it to themselves since they wanted their jobs. Then his first child died in one of the rooms in a horrible way—he was murdered.][When the cops arrived and the death was investigated, they found a note on the wall written in blood. It said, ‘Get out of the house or I will keep on killing until I have had enough blood.’]Perseus sighed. “Doesn’t that mean the house is haunted?”[It is not!]“Are you saying it was a real killer and not a spiritual en
Perseus considered Zeppelin’s question. If the killer was still in the house, it would be odd since five years had gone by.“I don’t think the killer would still be here,” Perseus said. “It’s been five years; there’s no way he would be living here.” But he wondered why he had been sent here to investigate something that happened five years ago when everyone had already left.Ryan’s brows furrowed. “Killer? I thought we were talking about ghosts.”“So you fear ghosts?” Zeppelin questioned, turning his gaze away and heading for the stairs. “How lame.”“If it isn’t a ghost, how do you explain the camera not seeing what killed them?” Ryan demanded, his brows furrowing in defense.“That’s because it’s edited,” Zeppelin replied with a smile, glancing down from the stairs after taking his first step up. “Don’t tell me you believe in ghosts.”“Of course I do.” Ryan didn't deny it. “I know that they are real and that they’ve been haunting this place.”“There are no ghosts,” Perseus announced.