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 devilish grin was all that was entirely visible on the figure's face. He approached his father and they engaged in a duel that was very short-lived. His father was overpowered. The man placed a palm over his father's face and he could see his life being slowly sucked out of him. That was how he lost his parents to the Anomaly Storm, and no one really cared. The house was later destroyed by the shadow man, probably to keep his crimes in the dark. Mason was only lucky to live and was close to his own death on the streets, until the Allens saw him. Tears clouded Mason's eyes. “But dad, it just happened. I have no hand in any of these,” Mason tried to explain in tears as he looked at Mr Allen's angry face. “I'm not your father, you freak. Leave my family alone,” Mr Allen said furiously. “Oh no,” a girl cried as she walked into their midst. She stared at Mason, her eyes flared with so much rage. “How could you let this happen, Mason? I hate you, I hate you with every breath in me,” she wept and ran to Mr. Allen's side. “You claim you were both attacked, but look at you. No wounds, no scratch, nothing to show you were involved,” she cried. “I got slashed. See,” Mason turned around to show them the spot the monster slashed. “Liar! You used my brother as a cover. You are very heartless.” “But…” “Mason,” Mrs Lucia cut in. She held out a bottle of water and five slices of bread. “Take these and leave. I never want to see your face again,” she said with tears rolling down her cheeks. Mason stood with his mouth hanging open, his lips twitched, but no words escaped. A line of tears rolled from his eyes as he stretched to collect his parting token. “I'm sorry,” he said before he backed away from her. He took a last look at Simon before he walked out of the door. Outside the house of the Allens, no soul could be found around the street. It was still raining heavily, the skies were still dark, he could spot some of the portals and a few winged creatures which littered the sky. He felt his heart beat faster, but he had no choice at this point, he had to go through that same alley and find some solace somewhere. As he cut in to the alley, a roar welcomed him. Up ahead at the other end of the alley was a huge leopard, three times the height of a man. It lurched at him, not giving him split chance to react. It was in front of him before he could make a step and pounced on him as he turned to run, pinning him to the ground. “Help me! Help,” Mason yelled while he punched at the face of the leopard. The beast sank its teeth and tore at his chest while he screamed his lungs out. All his efforts were useless, as it ripped his flesh from his bones till he could struggle no more. His fisted hands dropped to the ground and his body ceased all movement. The leopard licked up some blood and walked graciously past its half eaten prey. [Host has been respawned] Mason jerked up with a gasp. “What the heck is going on?” He cried as he examined his body again. No wounds, no scratches, no blood, it was as if he had not been attacked by a vicious monster a moment ago. “What's happening to me?” [Accessing host’s data] [Processing host’s profile] [Completed] A green screen immediately popped up in front of him after the automated voice finished speaking. It displayed: *Profile /Name: Mason Xander /Age: 18 /Gender: Male /Level: Base Human Level /Stats: -Strength: Weak -Stamina: Below average -Speed: — -Intelligence: Average Host stats are at his initial human level, and can be upgraded. /Abilities: [New Ability Unlocked] /Skills: None. -Level: N/A -Skill Points: 0/100 -Mana Points: 0/100 [One Mission is available for bonus level up] *Accept/Decline* Mason stared at the screen, not sure of what to do. He was trying to assimilate the whole thing, and trying hard to make sense out of the whole situation. “Accept,” he said after a moment of thought. The screen dropped down another tab which carried the information: *Mission: Go through the nearest portal. Find the emerald eye of the serpent of Lochness.* *Rewards: Skill Unlock/ 20 Skill Points* “No, I can't go in there. It's too dangerous,” he said with a wave of his hands. The screen disappeared, but a ding echoed in his ears. [New Ability Unlocked] “Does host want to reveal ability?” The automated voice asked. “Yes,” Mason said with a sigh. Another screen appeared. [Infinite Respawning Unlocked] [Level: 1] [Host has the ability to respawn infinitely at any point where the host's physical body is too weak, near death or in any case, dead] [Limits: Respawning takes 5 minutes. Host will be respawned 5 minutes after death at approximately 5 kilometres from the initial death spot] [Ability can be upgraded using Skill Points. Skill Points required to upgrade to Level 2: 100.] [Host can level up by accepting and completing missions offered by the system. Host can also level up by gaining Stat and skill points.] “What are you?” “A system activated by the infinity loop, which the host holds in possession. The host that activates me is granted abilities that are limitless.” “What is the infinity loop?” “The sign of infinity,” the system said. “I don't get it, I don't have this infinity loop you speak of. There must be some mistake,” “The system makes no mistakes.” His necklace glowed with a silver hue after the system replied. Mason stared at it as the glow faded. He remained speechless for a while. “To infinity," Mason whispered the words the system said again. "That would make me so strong... my powers would be limitless and finally I won't be belittled or trampled on again. Those bastards… I will finally get to make them pay for what they did.” His grip tightened on the bottle of water he held as he went through his thoughts. Mason exhaled, “Where is the nearest portal? I'm taking that mission. I'll level up till I'm strong enough and I'll find them. I'll make them pay.” He felt different, a feeling of hope and determination.“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. I
“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 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
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.”
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
“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
“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. I
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
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,
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