Why?... Why is the world so cruel?A waterfall of tears flowed down Cora's cheeks, still in disbelief by fate's cruelty towards her. Her mouth moved nervously with quivering shivers, and her eyes could only stare in fascinated stupor.How... How can her father die? Words alone couldn't describe the endless stream of emotions that bombarded her senses. For a moment, she contemplated killing herself and joining her father wherever he may be.But when Shertan's overly boisterous laughter filled the air, she quickly regained her senses, feeling her priorities now come in line. Kill! She must kill Shertan and avenge not just her father, but Timothy too, who was bold enough to help them this far. He was a good man. A man 50 times better than anyone in here. But now he is dead! Dead because of her! No. Father also died because of her.Cora touched her beautiful face, wishing she would have slashed it to a hideous mask if she knew it would result in the downfall of 2 innocent men. It
Up, up, up and away they went, bursting out the ant hole like a rocket. Momentary happiness washed over everyone, but it quickly faded away when they realized they still didn't know who this masked man was. Gary also kept silent, leaving the anthill and returning the same way he came. With his newfound strength, he could easily scale the giant cliffside, carrying the trio to the very top. Arriving at the giant tree branch he and Emelia stood on earlier, Gray finally dropped them without a word. "Thank you." Connor broke the sense, seeing where the masked man had taken them. Even though it would take them several hours to leave from here to the forest's closest exit, this area was still considered part of the forest's perimeters since it had no major threats people had to worry about. The reason why places are considered dangerous is because of the concentration of apocalyptic energy gathered in one place.The energy in the air was nowhere near that where they came from.This is
Already, Gray planned to use Connor and his group as informants down the road.Of course, in exchange for their services, he could provide them with things they too desired. Although they owe Gray a favor, how many favors can one do before the feeling of gratitude vanishes? "To take them to my side, I have to show them my worth." Gray thought deeply. Although he talked smack to those people who wanted him to join their organization, he knew the benefits of being informed. Knowledge and information were more essential to him. If news of any treasures go by, he wanted to know. After feeling the benefits of the Z-6 crystal, he felt he should also do treasure hunting in his spare time. Luckily, no one else saw his actions of absorbing the crystal's contents. Well, those are matters for later. Now, his focus was on his missions... particularly his second mission ....[>Task 2: Gain a minimum of 500 kill points while in the Sigmore Forest. >Reward: Lightning Innate Ability. >Pun
Did they not understand how dangerous the situation was?Of course, they did.The tension in the room was thickening, the longer the silence drew out. Hufferstone felt his blood pressure rising when staring at the ashamed group who came to report failure. The worst part of it all was that they completely wasted 95% of the Command Center's resources and now had to wait for more resources to arrive from their superiors. Although Spade was a well-known powerful man in Z-Sphere, he wasn't the only one getting a buzz around here. Hufferstone was also considered a genius, though not as powerful as Spade. He oversaw all matters concerning Sigmore forest, following all orders granted by Z-Sphere's world government The Beggar's organization might be up there, but the World Government organization was also a force to be reckoned with. Understand that the world government didn't just have its roots in Z-sphere, but also had them in all other Zones/spheres. If one meets the requirement, t
Everyone quickly scattered, leaving Hufferstone alone. Standing beside a window, Hufferstone had his hands behind his back, staring at the vibrant forest before him. The Control Center was on a towering plain not too far from a deadly gushing waterfall. Here, he could see a jungle that stretched out for a star as the eyes could see.This Control Center was the lead one here in Sigmore forest, with 12 rising ancient buildings built by the ancient humans (those before the apocalyptic era.) The place was later fortified with giant carved stones that had stood in place for millions of years.Staring outside, he spotted a family of giant birds flying in the thick mist. It was amazing that even though they were this high up, mist still covered the lands wherever he looked.It's just that with how powerful he was, his eyesight was also more enhanced seeing through several miles of space within the mist.Albeit, it was still cloudy, but not as thick when he looked through.If Hufferstone
Hufferstone chuckled, knowing they had what he wanted. Like so, his negotiations were done and he was now ready to leave Stronghold 27 and head back to his base in Sigmore Forest. "Now that I know where it is, tomorrow's attack will be a guaranteed success." With a smile on his lips, Hufferstone jumped into his vehicle and left the abandoned site without hesitation. He could see it now. Already, he could see himself getting promoted after taking down the dangerous Level-1 Zombie.He would garner even more fame and more power should he succeed. As they say, where there is danger, there is opportunity. This was his chance to make his name bigger, and don't think he will miss out on this opportunity just because he used to look down on the Beggar's organization before. Hmph! It seems they have their uses. He secretly thought, though he still felt they were far beneath the World Government. No matter how big the Beggar's organization grows, in his eyes they were still worms befo
Fuck! Gray cursed, knowing he was far far below the swamp's surface level.Who am I? What am I? Where am I?Gray's heart was pounding in his chest, feeling the sinking isolation gnaw at his intestines.Why him? Why is he always so unlucky?Plummeting into the darkness, he felt his breath stolen by the suddenness of his fall.A few moments later, Gray crashed onto a hard, damp floor, feet down and one hand down like a ninja.If he wished he couldn't stop his fall, placing his hands and feet along the hole's walls to slow his momentum. But for some reason, he wanted to see where this led him.Don't mind as he was cursing before.All that came from his initial shock of falling down a deeper rabbit hole than expected.Gray had to admit he liked a taste of danger now and then. Plus he was happy to be away from the swamp. So isn't this a win-win situation?(^w^)The air is thick with a musty, earthy scent, and the only light comes from a faint, distant glow."I wonder where it will lead.
Hello? Did he walk into the right scene?Since when do dead bodies have a dead leader? Look at the position of these dead bodies.Every one of them was facing the lead one on the throne.The quietness made Gray feel they shouldn't be undead.Why? Because even though he has never seen an undead before, he at least has general knowledge of them.First of all, undead would never sit quietly when a breathing living creature was around them with veins and blood pumping through its body.That was just too crazy to imagine.In short, they would be able to smell him from a distance, each running towards him, greedy for his brains and body. But now none of them was even growling. None was even attempting to devour him. So how can he not have any doubts? "Could it be that the stronghold is cheating us, feeding us wrong information about the undead?(?~?)Gray had a million questions but no one to reply... or so he thought. Zimm! The Level-1 Zombie's eyes suddenly glowing with an eerie inte