“The nearest portal is in Whitehall Street. Portals can only be penetrated a minute after they open.”
Mason shoved a whole slice of bread into his mouth and munched as he walked on. He walked out the alley while drinking water from the bottle, he had gobbled down all the five slices of bread. He secured the half-filled bottle in his bag and darted down the road. Whitehall Street was a thirty minutes walk. It laid bare with destroyed houses. It was the administrative area of Griffin City and was home to the city hall that now laid in ruins right in front of Mason. A faint glow of purple shimmered behind a slanted pillar amongst the ruins. Mason gasped as he recognized what it was, it was his only chance to complete his mission. He charged at the pillar. It could've been mere luck or he had a good timing, there was no monster around. He took sharp breaths, “Here goes nothing,” he said before leaping through the portal. The travel was too quick, he landed face first on soft soil. It was like another world with vegetations everywhere, like Griffin City without its elegance, technology, infrastructures, factories and massive population. Leaves rustled around where he stood, he tilted his head to either sides. The rustling continued, with squeaks following. The bushes danced with vigour, a few shrubs snapped and broke off from their roots. A herd of rodents, about the size of a cat, leapt out of the bush. One clung to his bag with one leap. “Ah, get off,” he yelled while he tried to push it off. Others leapt on him, and in seconds he was a human heap of rats. He screamed and struggled until he couldn't. The rats scattered, leaving his weak body which was decorated with blood and their teeth marks. “Would host love to respawn? Host’s body is critically damaged,” the system's voice echoed in his mind. “Yes,” Mason replied, his voice was barely a whisper. [Host has been respawned] He got up and looked around. He was in another territory far away from his initial spot. Up ahead of him was a gorge. “System where can I find this emerald eye?” Mason asked, glancing around but the system gave no reply. The surrounding areas were covered with marshes. He sighed and was about to make a step when he heard a hiss. A monster emerged from the marsh. It had the face of a lizard with limbs, but it's body was streamlined like that of snake down to the tail. Its fangs shot out of his mouth as it slithered through the dense bush towards Mason. He didn't wait to see it up close, he darted off. “What's with that moron?” A man said from a distance from where the monster was chasing Mason. “Probably an adventurer who just joined. He has no sense of direction,” another said as he sharpened his arrow. Behind them was another group of people all dressed and armed to the teeth with different weapons and gadgets. They all bursted in laughter when the slithering monster pressed down Mason and sunk its fangs into his neck. “What an idiot. Ha ha ha! He barely made it through,” one of them mocked him from their spot. Mason respawned in different locations but each time, he was attacked by monsters. In a span of five minutes he respawned a dozen times and had met new species of monsters. He panted and bent on his knee. He had just been respawned at a gorge. He scanned around and he spotted his prize — a moss-inflicted gargoyle statue that spewed out water from its mouth into the gorge. A green item in its eye reflected the beam of sunlight. “Bingo,” Mason said. He rushed for the gargoyle and maneuvered his way to the top of it. He dislocated the emerald eye from the sockets. He hopped down and dusted his body. “Finally_” he paused when hisses echoed around the gorge. Several of the limbed snakes emerged from the river around him, probably the first had invited his whole clan for a meal. They crawled out towards him. He was surrounded, no way to escape. He closed eyes and waited for his fate. The stings, the throb, the pain of death — he was about to feel it again. A ray of hope shone on him, a portal had just materialized at the far end of the river and six others appeared in a span of minutes that he couldn't count. With a deep breath, he ran through the slithering monsters. He hardly made it past the first three. [Host has been respawned] He sat up by the bank of the river, gasping and grappling his chest. Lifting his head up, two portals still glowed with faint hues of purple. He rushed for one of it, as the other disappeared. The reptiles chased after him, not ready to let their prey go. He hopped in, the portal closed and he landed on his back on a tarred road in a blink. He shielded his sweaty face with his palms as the blinding beam of the afternoon sun dawned on him. “Hey kid,” someone called out to him. He bounced to his feet and turned in the direction of the voice. It was a man in police uniform, holding a baton. Behind him, there were two others standing idly by their patrol car. “Show me your pass, right away,” the police man said with an outstretched palm as he got to Mason. “What?” “Don’t play dumb. You just hopped out of a damn portal, show me the pass.” “Um, I_ lost it.” The police man sized him up, “You lost it? I'm supposed to believe that?” he questioned. “I thought I had it.” “Listen boy. If I see you around any portal without a pass, I'm going to make sure you spend a month eating papers in a cell. Y'all think this is some sort of fun hustle?” “Get out of here,” he ordered Mason. Mason nodded and brushed past the man. He looked back to see another set of people step out of another portal. His eyes caught theirs in a stare before he walked on. The group displayed their pass to the policemen and continued in the same direction Mason went. As he cornered in to another street, they tailed behind him with so much intent in their eyes.“System, what's a portal pass?” Mason asked as he cornered into a bustling street. It looked like the catastrophe that struck the city had subsided or like monsters were not on the run — businesses were open, stores and malls were stocked with customers and cars zoomed on both lanes of most of the streets of Griffin City. “A special card that grants free passage to any person going through the portals without restrictions or consequences. Every portal traveller must have a copy of the pass, either virtual or a hard copy, when they intend to officially go through a portal,” the system replied with its automated voice which he was getting accustomed to. “You never said anything about this.” “You never asked,” the system's reply came in a neutral tone. “How do I get one?” “Portal passes are gotten from the Protectors' Guild, an authorized association that was established to protect the city from the effect of the Anomaly Storm since its first occurrence a decade ago. They onl
Mason strolled through a doorway with the word “Café” inscribed with bold ink above the entrance. The place was filled with protectors and adventurers seated at tables eating or having discussions. His stomach rumbled as he caught a whiff of the aroma of foods. “I forgot to swap this eye thing for money at the counter,” he threw his head back and sighed. He was on his way out when he heard a familiar tune — it was the sound that announced the Griffin City Daily News. “It’s quite another stormy evening here in Griffin City. Rumours have been flying up and down and through the internet claiming that the appearance of these portals and these monsters might worsen in a matter of days. And this is based on the analysis of the similar occurrence of this storm that caused a great deal of damage on our city ten years ago, as confirmed by our own sources. Today, we have here in the studio, Jeffrey Aleman, the special adviser to the mayor on security.” “What do you have to say to this? Are
Mr. Raymond paced from one part of their tight kitchen to the other. He stopped, and stared at Simon through the open doorway that led to the sitting room. Simon was seated on his wheelchair, gazing out of the window. He had taken to the comfort of the window side, a place that mirrored what he yearned to have once more. Yet, the scenery outside was far from what he could imagine – several purplish circles emerging out of thin air and hovering over a wreckage of buildings and structures, with mysterious creatures creeping out of them like they had just walked into the interior of their abode. The image of Mason trying to save him from one of those hit his mind and a tear dropped. “Look at him, darling,” Mr. Raymond gestured to Simon in his spot. Lucia turned to stare and clasped her lips together. “We can’t stay here any longer, it’s not safe. Two days ago they tore down his room and the backdoor, who knows where they attack next. I don’t want any more losses, we have to move out.”
The skin of this monster was hard and scaly. It could be mistaken for a dinosaur if it appeared in one of the animal encyclopedias. “What monster is this?” he asked, curious to know the monstrosity that he awakened. “You do not have the ability to identify and analyze monsters. Host must acquire the ability to unlock system analysis.” “How am I supposed to kill what I don't know?” Mason barked. He backed away gently, while trying to breathe. The monster’s claws appeared and it pulled itself up. “I shouldn't have moved,” Mason thought. As he made a run, the monster swallowed him in one leap, crushing his whole body with its sharp grinders. * A blue shield materialized in the middle of one of the well-made cobblestone paths of Spring Brook. It shattered into bits to reveal Ryan, the older man, six other protectors. They were obviously the other members of the Shield he had asked Ryan to alert. “Lin, did you put a dispatch the Code Voilet through to other protector teams
Mason walked through a hallway full of students in black and white uniforms. It was something he hated doing. All eyes turned to him and a few chuckled at him as he approached the cafeteria. The air in the atmosphere felt awry and stuffy, like the normal mixed with a tinge of unusual. At the door of the cafeteria, a boy taller than him stepped in front of him, followed by two others.“Where do you think you're going?” The boy bellowed.Mason looked up at the figure in front of him.It was Oliver O'Hara, the most famous, and brilliant student in school. He brushed his red hair and smirked at Mason, while the other two laughed.Mason hated him because he had stolen Alice from his hands with his money and fame. Alice was also dull for letting such a dummy take her hands.Mason exhaled and tried to evade him to continue to the cafeteria, but he was pushed. He crashed to the floor of the cafeteria, in front of everyone.The whole crowd of students in the cafeteria and the hallway burs
Mason grunted as he pushed him self off the ground. He scanned his body, all the burns, bruises and wounds had disappeared. There was no blood on any part of his body, they had all vanished; even his torn uniform looked like it had just been sewn and ironed. His mouth hung open in shock.He glanced around the area to see who must've done such good deed, but he couldn't spot out anyone, neither could he decipher where the voice must've originated from.He raised his brows in disbelief when he caught a view of the sky. Everywhere was covered in total darkness, except glows from lights in shops and houses. Murmurs filled the air as people emerged from their shops, offices and houses to watch the eclipse that had befallen the city.The day had turned into night, the sun was no longer visible. Thunder rumbled every minute and streaks of lightning decorated the dark background.“Simon,” Mason gasped as he spotted Simon laying on his back.He rushed to him, “Simon! Get up, we have to go now,
The memory struck a sad chord in Mason's heart. He remembered that day, ten years ago, when the first Anomaly Storm struck. He was only eight years old. The evening had suddenly turned dark. He heard screams outside, but his mother held him back from going to the window. She and his father rushed him to his room. His father handed over his silver necklace to him and hugged him. “Stay here and don't make any noise, Mason. Do you hear me?” his mother said before she rushed out again and locked the door. The next thing he heard was the wall of their house crashing, followed by his mother's scream, and then a loud roar. He peeped through a slit by the door frame. He gasped as he watched his father trying to defend his mother from three vicious human-like creatures, while a shadowed manly figure with a hood stood around the corner watching. His father fought strong, but couldn't protect his mother from an attack from the man in hood. He strained to see who it must've been, but a devi