"Have you called Hoff Praya Crestia?" a neatly dressed woman said.
"Yes, mistress... I have used my Forte to deliver your message," her servant replied.
"I guess it's just a matter of time before he gets here. Cylia, go and inform Zedafaust of the change in The Prince's plan,"
"Yes, my lady, at once," Cylia replied. She then joined her hands and closed her eyes, emitting a flash of violet light that dimly surrounded her body. Her eyes opened as it glowed in violet as she chanted, "AmantraNa (Call)." The light then projected vertically through the room's ceiling.
"Mr. Zedafaust, Do you hear me?" said Cylia.
"Bad timing HAHA joking I have all the time in the world what's going on hot stuff?" Zedafaust said without a period.
"Umm... Mistress Mylen would like to inform you about the change a change of-"
"WHOA WHOA, what plan? The prince? Oh yeah? Bruh I forgot about that! No worries my plan is way better!!!!"
Victoria Mylen, who heard his blabber stood up and approached her servant and said, "Listen here, Zedafaust, you are not one in charge of the planning. The Prince. Specifically asked me to do the planning this time. Don't go ruin it for the both of us. Do you even-"
"YADA YADA YADA!!!! Yes my mistress I rilli respect you my dear mistress your da best my mistress HAHAHA" Zedafaust mockingly replied to Victoria's lecture.
"You son of-"
"HAHAHA Don be so angry mistris, tell you what. I won't stand in your way. As for our target, I will catch him in however ways I see fit. Adaptability IS my Forte, after all !! See what I did there? I am the best!!"
"End the communication, Cylia!"
Cylia then lets her joined hands go, and the violet light around her disappears.
"What should we do now, my lady?"
"If Zedafaust isn't working together with me on this one. I'll just use my greatest tactic and force our target to come out. The Prince already gave out quite the intel on him."
Victoria then walked back and sat down on her throne. She and her servant was sitting inside a room decorated with red-colored ornaments and furniture. The room had a large window that showed the Mylen Manor's Forest. It was pleasant and luxurious, fitting for a queen.
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"So. By sleeping, I woke up in another world. By touching the nexus tree(?) I go back home," Xaviel summarizes his theory on the situation.
"The main problem is if I am gone for more than a day, I will be starving. To the point that my stomach will ache so bad. I really wouldn't wanna experience that,"
"Unless…"
He then took out a paper and started writing a plan.
"If I manage my time playing at the fantasy world. In theory, I could supposedly balance out my playtime and eating time where I would just be okay. Oh, but what about the time?"
Xaviel then remembers that the events that had to happen were in perfect synchronization on his own world time. Time in the real world = Time in the fantasy world.
"Meh. I guess it's the same," Xaviel resumes writing.
"There! Hahaha"
Xaviel had finished planning how he would spend 'playing' in the fantasy world. He would spend his time in the real world by noon, eating food, ordering food, etc. Then go to the fantasy world by midnight until the next noon and return to the other world again at midnight. The cycle then continues. He would only play for precisely 12 hours so he doesn't get sick or suffer other complications.
As he planned it out, he went shopping and ordered food for him to eat the following noon. Time flies as he prepares to play in the fantasy world, and midnight is soon to come.
"All right. Here goes nothing."
He closed his eyes.His body then fell…It fell to slumber.
Tutt---Tutt
Yet again, the sound of trumpet appeared. As if telling Xaviel that he had been safely transported to the fantasy world.
"Good to be back," Xaviel said as he rose from the ground, now standing while browsing his surrounding.
(Huh, that's weird, I didn't notice Mr.Hoff was gone) Thought Xaviel.
He then walked to the other room, hoping to find clues regarding Hoff's whereabouts. As Xaviel browsed through the furniture, he found some sort of paper with letters that he couldn't read.
"Hmm… what's this suppose to say?" He picked the paper up and really tried to understand the text written.
"I just don't get it…."
With annoyance, he squatted, trying to read from different angles. But finally gives up and puts the paper down on the floor.
"Huft…What should I do?"
At that moment, he noticed something under the table.
"It’s a box?”
He reached out his hand and dragged the box where he could better see it. Xaviel then noticed a broken lock on the box, which made him deduce that this wasn’t just a box. It’s some sort of briefcase. Xaviel then lifted the suitcase and put it on the table. Slowly opening the inside, he found,
A satchel, dagger, and some version of the guard's attire.
It surprises him but suddenly turns him to a smile.
“I get it. This must mean I have to fight something, huh? This is gonna be fun,” he said, smirking in excitement.
“But, what was I supposed to do again?”
Xaviel quickly remembers the plan he made with Hoff. Going to Heliconia and making IDs to infiltrate the Mylen Family.
“Yes! I must go to Heliconia through the North tunnel!”
Without hesitation, he put on the attire made out of leather, and the center was filled with a stone. Oddly enough, the garment fits perfectly on Xaviel. It also holds the satchel’s belt very well. Then with a dagger in his hand, Xaviel reaches the North door.
The northern door seemed identical to the southern door. Made out of wood and had a label on it. However, the north door has a pretty big label filled with text. Making Xaviel wonder what it meant. Regardless, he opened the north door to find a descending staircase leading to a dimly lit tunnel hallway.
“Here we go,” Xaviel said as he entered and closed the door.
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Northern Door
CAUTION!!!THE NORTHERN TUNNEL HAS BEEN INFESTED BY AN UNKNOWN CREATURE.IT BEARS RESEMBLES THAT OF HUMANS AND RATS. ONCE YOU ENTER YOU CAN’T GO BACK WITHOUT BRINGING THE KEY.THREAT LEVEL: UNDETERMINEDSOLUTION: DON’T ENTER WITHOUT PROPER GUIDANCE-Hoff Praya Crestia
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Hoff Praya Crestia had managed to reach the Mylen Manor. The place was about 1,500 acres and surrounded by trees of the forest. When he entered the main entrance, a servant greeted him.“Good afternoon, Court Advisor. Mistress Mylen is currently taking her milk bath. Please wait at the throne room,” said the servant.“I thank thee for the information. I will wait for the mistress at the throne room,” said Hoff continuing his walk to the throne room.Inside the room, there’s a roundtable for the court advisors and one luxurious throne property of Lady Victoria Mylen. No one else seemed to be inside the room, making Hoff quite nervous and sceptical of his summons.(Something is wrong…) Thought Hoff.Not long after, the door opened again as Victoria and her servants entered the room. Victoria had porcelain skin, graceful long hair with pink colour, red-coloured eyes, and topped with her alluring smile.&ldqu
Xaviel closed his eyes and saw the web of icons once again. Like before, there’s only one glowing in blue color. It was the Phantom Armament icon. Xaviel reached and touched it, opening the pop-up window -+ [Phantom Armament] Objects you currently possess are converted to a ‘phantom’ state. Click to Expand -+ (What the hell should I do?) Xaviel realized and questioned the properties behind a ‘phantom’ state. (If an object became intangible, entered an object, and returned to tangible while still inside another object, what would happen?) Xaviel then simulates this phenomenon by his own logic inside his head. (It will explode! Let’s say a blood vein is suddenly filled with more oversized objects than it can hold. Without a doubt, it will explode!) “That’s it!” Xaviel shouted, and with his little energy, he used his knife imbued with Phantom Armament and stabbed th
Chapter 12: Regret Water filled Xaviel's mouth. He can feel water dripped little by little onto his mouth in his near-death state. The flavor of the water, however, tastes somewhat sweet. Like it's not even water. After a few minutes, Xaviel felt his strength was coming back. Slowly, but undoubtedly he tried to open his eyes and was very surprised to see the liquid filling his mouth was actually the tree's root sap. This, however, doesn't stop him from drinking the droplets dripping to his mouth. Instead, it made him deduct the situation. (When I killed the rat, a green goo came out. Since the blood of the rat is still present. It couldn't be part of the blood.) "Unless... It's actually a venom or virus of some sort," Before speculating further in his immobilized state, he remembered what his soon-to-be vet doctor friend told him about venoms. 'A venom is basically a poisonous substance. In terms of technicalities, it
Rushing towards the tunnel, Xaviel encountered another Giant Rat. Like before, the rat hiss towards him aggressively. Xaviel then holds out his knife, still running aiming to stab its head. The rat's movement is relatively similar to the one Xaviel had killed before. They hiss and body slam. SHRUST! Xaviel, who had anticipated this, successfully thrust his knife to its brain, this time thrusting from the upper head skull to the brain, avoiding the toxic near its chin. The creature struggles a little, and after a few seconds, it stops moving. “A clean kill..” Xaviel said as he took out the knife swiftly. As he walked through the corridors and found more rats to fight, Xaviel became more aware of his ability. He now can adequately use his power to damage certain body parts or organs by his own choice. The feeling of hunger then came, pausing his intent of killing other rats. Upon reaching the cellar room from the knob-less northern door, he
Xaviel threw his phone to the wall in anger. As his phone cracked and seemingly unusable, he lost balance and sat on his bed. Tears fell droplets at a time from his cheeks. His teeth gritted, and his fist clenched. DING-DONG Xaviel's doorbell suddenly rang. He rose from the bed while wiping the tears from his eyes though not discarding the red tint on his eyes, and opened the door where a man wearing a red uniform said to him. “Package for Xaviel A. Mobius?” "That’s me.” “Great. Sign here, please.” The man handed a pen, and Xaviel wrote down his signature on the papers presented to him. “Who’s it from?” “Umm. Robert E. Mobius.” The man said as he read the packaging label. Xaviel went to a shock. That name. It can’t be. What trial will he be facing this time? As soon as the man hands Xaviel the package, he slams the door closed and locks it. He desperately searched for a cutter in his bedroom and began to
“If this was a minor hacking device, I wouldn’t have given you a new phone. It’s a much more major problem than that,” Robert replied.“What is it then?”DUR DUR DUR DURSuddenly the door to Xaviel’s house was constantly slammed.“Espionage.”[1]The situation at hand made Xaviel quite nervous. Someone really does seem to be spying on him. This made him doubt every person he met before moving to this neighborhood. He began to breathe heavily out of sheer pressure.Realizing that overthinking the situation was quite useless. He took short interval breathing, calming himself down against the situation. Composure is really the only way he could get through this.“Everything would be fine. As long as I keep calm and decide carefully,” Xaviel plays with his hair. After a few seconds, he opened the front door to see that there was no longer someone there. What was left was a pin
As Xaviel wakes up in another world, he finds himself in quite different scenery. Scouring the area for quite a while made him realize that he was not where he was the day before.The room is much smaller and looks rather unkempt than how neat Hoff’s basement is. As a result, he felt uneasy about this kind of progression. Chains are applied to his hand, but he quickly made them intangible and freed himself with his powers.He followed his instinct from the room, leading him to a vast hall about more than 5 meters high. As he kept walking on, he finally found a light source in which he found a figure with greyed curly textured hair writing onto something. He retracts his step and hides in a nearby wall inspecting the figure.Around the figure, he could see dozens of Giant Rats surrounding him as if he was the one controlling all of them. Their eyes glowing red, just like the ones he fought before.NGIK NGIK NGIKThe rats suddenly screech.
(God... Things indeed got the worse turn for me.)Xaviel had lost his concentration because of slight vertigo. It made his effort to nullify crushing motion in vain. Thus, the Beast began to put pressure on his fingers, which cracked his entire body. But...CRSHT!!A certain amount of blood scorched.ZEOAARGH!!The beast cries in pain as its head wiggles around.Xaviel had managed to slip by the Beast’s grasp. He is now sitting on the ground, panting while his right arm holds his left shoulder.“Huff...Huf...Huff...Got you... Bitch..” said Xaviel while pointing at the Beast with his left hand.“What..?? How? What had happened??” Krey shouted in confusion.“It’s simple.. actually. I could explain it thoroughly until you understand what I just did... But what do you think?”“What do I.. Think?”“Would you think I would explain it through an
The Fisherman and I follow Jack Nelson as the party ends instead of using a horse carriage or chariot like the other guests. They used a rather peculiar cart that used petrol and ran on wheels. I am familiar with that kind of cart. It's called a 'car' rather than a cart. People in Estovania used it quite a lot, yet they didn't first develop it. Most state-of-the-art stuff originated in Willhelmia or the 'Prince' region."That cart is very fast; how are we supposed to follow it?" I said."WOA-!" Fish shouted a little before I instinctively shut his mouth with my hands. "Shut the hell up, dumbass. We'll get caught!" I whispered as I slightly tightened my grip on his mouth. He reacted by nodding up and down. Only then did I release his mouth from my grasp."But why are you here, Vice-Boss Duke Hebsly?" He blatantly said."Don't say my name so casually. Dammit! And What else do you think I am here for? I am here to help you spy on Jack Nelson!" I replied."But the boss didn't say a thing a
“Excuse me sirs and madam. I am here to serve wine.” A male servant went inside the table where the conspirators of Seraphinania is sitting. He placed the glass one by one, as another servant poured it down.“A perfect time for a drink isn’t it?” Oswald Leysom said enticing everyone to touch their respective glasses.“There might be some rough sides to this plan of ours. Yet, with all the people here, I am pretty sure we can pull it through quite nicely.” Ms. Eye said with confidence before glancing at Mr. Jones. “By the by, is Jones here the one who used to sell opium to the Molosno family?”Mr. Jones looks around as the attention turns towards him. “Yes. As a matter of fact, I am. Yet ever since one year ago, the distributor position for my opium is vacant.”“I see.” Ms. Eye drinks her wine before speaking again, “Then you indeed are Thomas Hebsly.”“Wonderful guess, Madam. How could you ever guess who he was?” Oswald said, making everyone else except Mr. Jones giggle. “I see. Then
I walked with The Fisherman, Duke, and Gilman, who were now dressed as servants. They do look the part, but maybe Fisherman’s scar on his face gave it away that he wasn’t a servant.“Hey, you put this on,” I said giving him a bandage and instructing him to put it on his left cheek.“Will do, Boss-man!” Fisherman said.“Hey, it's hard to say 'Fisherman' all the time! Don’t you have a name we can call you by?” Gilman said.“Hmm, sure I have,” Fisherman smiled. He opened his mouth and said, “People usually call me Fish.”Duke flattened his eye annoyed by Fish’s and Gilman’s banter.“You know what, whatever. Fish is good enough.” Gilman said. “Oh yeah, everyone can call me Gil.”“Guys, I don’t want to break your spirits here. But you shouldn’t use your real name. We’re here to spy on people- You know what? I shouldn’t even be explaining all this to you two! Boss what the hell is wrong with these two!” Duke suddenly got heated up due to the stupidity of the other two people in our group.I
Jack Nelson, Mr. Jones, Oswald Leysom, Diana Mitchford.These four people are the key players in this grand design.A person of power in the shadows in Hestiania. The fearsome leader of the mafias in that region, Jack Nelson. He is also the sponsor and promoter of Sophaya.The other, Mr. Jones, was a man who originated from Estovania and later formed his own Mafia family here in Heliconia. He is my boss and mentor.Oswald Leysom, A politician from Estovania, is known for his poetry and political views that are down-to-earth and helpful to the citizens of Hestiania.Finally, the owner of the party, soon to be Oswald's wife, Ms. Diana Mitchford. A noble originating from Seraphinania that is known to have quite far-right political views.Together, they represent 4 great powers: Hestiania, Heliconia, Estovania, and Seraphinania. Though maybe not the power that is open in the light but the one lurking in the shadows. Documents have been provided by Mr. Jones himself indicating that they ar
A few days after the situation at the safe house, rumors of Sophaya, The Screaming Cinderella’s kidnap, began to surface. No doubt, this led to many people assuming Razor Peaks was the conspirator. Even though no one has asked us directly yet, I hear words regarding the situation, particularly through the words of the woman who wore the uniform.“Thanks for the drink,” I said while sitting in the chair inside the inn I stayed at.“Thank you for the drink, Missy!” Gilman said towards the woman in uniform.Yet, she can’t help but make a scrawny face. Unfortunately for Gilman, she remembered his face, which was the man who extorted her inn for money for quite some time. I drank my morning coffee, which alleviated my drowsiness. “Boss, it’s been quite a few days. Should we start the relocation again?”As per my planning, it is imperative for Sophaya to be relocated every three days due to many parties involved who wanted to kidnap her for ransom money. Of course, I can’t take her to the i
It’s been exactly one year since his arrival at Heliconia and his conditioning. 3 months of re-education and 9 months of training. Even from the first time I saw him, Shankara had shown potential, particularly in Forte, abling to rival wielders of the aristocrat. I believe he has now been honed into the perfect soldier for Razor Peaks. There is no doubt in his abilities and loyalty to some extent. So, today’s test will measure whether he will continue to develop or stagnate.“Sir, a call from Jack Nelson,”Now, the main event is about to start too.***Arriving at the scene, I looked at the safehouse, which no doubt had been bombarded, and noticeable damage had been sustained on the building.“Gilman, stay on the lookout when you have the chance to enter the building and proceed with our plan,” I ordered him, to which he nodded. As I began to walk towards the building, someone emerged from the front door. “I suppose you have arrived already, Mr. Shankara.” A woman greeted me. She was
As soon as I went to check on Sophaya, I only found her bodyguards bodies severely injured. Someone had already destroyed and ransacked the V.I.P. room. No, I am pretty sure at least 5 people were inside. As they finished their kidnap and ransacked the room, they escaped through the intended backdoor, I had previously ordered Sophaya to go.“Sorry sir, It’s all…” Duke said.“It was my decision. It’s my mistake.”Although we lost Sophaya, we found out the motive behind the kidnapping from the members of the Billy Pickers we caught earlier. The remaining lackey blurted out all the details that he knew.From the looks of it, I don’t think he could lie anymore, but I can never be too careful.I grabbed the telephone from the bar counter and dialled Mr Jones.“Mr. Jones, emergency meeting.”***“Who talked?” That was Mr. Jones's reaction.I didn’t respond.He put out his cigarette and sighed before standing up. Me and I were now inside Mr. Jones's office. It was quite a big room; his desk
“Mr. Ankara, what a pleasant surprise. I thought you wouldn’t be coming to the test concert,” Sophaya said to me with a warm smile, though the fakeness of that smile oozed an aura of anger.“Sorry, I was on a date,” I spoke back.“Ah, I didn’t know you were spoken for.” She complimented me with a witty gesture.The perfect solution to this matter actually would be to interrogate her right this instant. But, I wonder if that would play well to her since she obviously suspected something had happened.“I believe we had something to discuss about Mr. Ankara. Perhaps shall we discuss it now?”Understanding her cue, I followed up with an invitation: “Shall we go to my private room?” I said, offering my hand. But to my surprise, she walked past me with a slightly disgusted look and said, “Please show the way, Mr. Ankara.”Unlike her body double it seems she has a higher touch barrier.Indeed, her mannerisms are different than how they used to be.Confirming the possibility to a degree that t
“Good Morning, Mr. Ankara.” The woman in uniform greeted me as I walked down the inn's floor.“Morning. Black Coffee and Bread.” I replied as I wiped my eyes, walking to my usual spot.“White or Brown?” She asked, holding her broom in her right hand.“Brown,” I replied as she turned for a smile. “Will be served soon!” The woman then went to the counter and talked to her mother. I opened my newspaper today and began to read the news. News about a growing business came to mind. Bootleggers of goods in Heliconia are still at large. Trading up to the Avaloria province, where the merchants resided on the continent,The tavern door opened, and Duke Hebsly entered with an unexplainable expression as he sat down in the chair in front of me. “What brings you here?” I said without making eye contact with Duke.“The man you told me to watch. He said he’ll comply.”“Good. Things will be easier that way. Did he give you his telephone number?”“Yeah, it’s all in this paper,” Duke said as he gave me