In the morning, as I awaken, I find Princess Sophia and Mira still deep in slumber. The remnants of last night linger, sweet yet exhausting.With my fight looming just five hours away, I am looking something to waste my time.I decide to prepare breakfast for them while simultaneously accessing Sariel with my Rank 2 permission.This level of access allows me to dispatch spheres from Babel to Earth through the gate.These spheres will act as ambassadors, gathering information, offering assistance, and fostering collaboration.It's like I could ask a personal external mission from within the confines of Babel to outside.Although I can carry out certain tasks with Rank 2, full utilization of Babel's technologies and resources requires Rank 1 permission.I diligently type commands into Sariel, preparing for the moment I attain Rank 1.Right now, I'm organizing all the tasks, and Sariel will only perform specific tasks within the constraints of my current permissions.Once I upgrade, Sari
As we are entangled, I know If we fall together, it will be a draw.‘And all my doing for months will turn into shit!’I activate my strength ability to push him down first although my arm is really painful with burning pain and I use the recoil to spring my body back to the arena.I could see he with his pale disbelief face hits the ground hard, and I am laying on the arena.Yet, I scream painfully as I see my right hand beginning to melt, emitting a foul odor.A sphere controlled by Sariel quickly comes to my aid, shooting a cold mist that seems to freeze my melting arms."Rank 2 person is in danger; we will provide the best treatment for your health," the sphere announces as it hovers near my face."For now, we need to slow your heartbeat and cleanse your blood. Please, go to sleep." Then, as the sphere pushes all the mist toward my head, everything fades to black.When I wake up, I find myself in my penthouse. "What happened?" I ask Princess Sophia, who is sitting by my side. Her
"Sariel," I ask. "Can you check the identity of the unknown sender to my mailbox?""Yes, I can, but since it was sent by a rank 2 person and you also hold rank 2, you cannot check the identity unless you are rank 1," Sariel explains following the protocol.I suspect it must be Bernard who sent the message."Move to the arena," I command my wheelchair, which responding to my voice, swiftly carries me from the hall towards the arena.As I enter the arena, a large, bald man with menacing tattoos glares at me under the sun."Do you want to fight or surrender?" he asks, his voice booming across the open space.I laugh, amused. "Why would I want to surrender?" I retort, finding the whole situation rather humorous."Because we will kill all of Kingsley if you do not surrender!" he threatens, his eyes narrowing."You people can kill them if that's what you choose, why should I save them by surrendering to you?" I respond coolly, unfazed by his intimidation. “Very funny.”The bald man pauses,
Yorick screams painfully.The sight is horrific as it appears that multiple entities are inside Yorick’s body, each crawling out one by one, screaming and collapsing onto the arena floor.Each creature, about twenty in human shape, begins to melt under the intense heat of the spotlight, their forms disintegrating into the ground.The potent poison takes effect swiftly; within five minutes, Yorick and all the creatures hidden within him are dissolving into the arena.The air is thick with the acrid smell of their demise, and the crowd watches in a mix of horror and fascination.“The winner is Alex!” the referee yells, his voice cutting through the tense atmosphere.The crowd erupts into a frenzy. "Alex! Alex! Alex!" they chant, their earlier horror temporarily forgotten in the excitement of victory.“Now, it is the awarding time!” announces the referee. “Our king will present the trophy directly!” The crowd's attention shifts to the king's special seat, where Sophia and the queen are a
I observe Livia carefully. Despite the chaos I've unleashed Sariel with rank 1 tasked to eliminate all physical demons around Babel, Livia is here, unscathed.This can only mean one thing: she isn't a physical being but a spirit, and this sudden, piercing pain in my chest must be the result of a spiritual attack—perhaps a curse or black magic.Evading a spiritual attack or black magic generally isn't difficult for someone with a deep faith in the True Source, the God.Unfortunately, my faith is lukewarm at best, so I can only pray with what little conviction I have.“Dear True Source, please protect me from all kinds of evil spirits. Send me your Light and Love for protection.”As the words leave my lips, a soft, almost translucent light surrounds me, forming a shield. It isn’t particularly vivid, yet it’s sufficient to make Livia recoil.Light always could destroy the darkness; it works like a charm.“You will never break my black magic contract with the King, and all of these souls
The minister's frustration is evident in his teary eyes as he exclaims, "Why do you mirror your master so closely? If I express dissent, will you simply eliminate me? In this day and age, such a notion is preposterous!""I don’t care," Sariel replies coldly, his voice steady and threatening. "I only know that if you don’t agree, we will kill you and later your whole family.""Damn it!" the minister yells, overwhelmed by fear and helplessness. "I agree!"Around the country, spheres start to float menacingly toward each influential figure—military generals, the leader of the hunters, and other key individuals—taunting them and demanding obedience. "Follow my command or I will kill you."More and more people starting to cooperate with Sariel, even if they don’t like her. She is real attacker and she try to free the city from the monstrous beasts.Outside the towering Babel gate, Sariel begins constructing the main base for her operations, resembling a massive castle.The country is now u
I find a pure light that clears my mind, and there she is—the same girl praying for me.“May True Source bless us with His light and love and cleanse all that is impure within ourselves.”As my mind surfaces again, I quickly join the prayer, feeling my negative emotions dissolve more and more. After a few moments, I can feel myself staying conscious for an extended period."Are you okay?" asks a girl with big, piercing blue eyes, looking deeply into mine. She appears young, maybe still seventeen."Where am I?""Greentown.""The Greentown that was in the ex-Soviet territory?" I ask."Yes," she answers.How can I have moved so far, almost halfway around the world to be here? My mind is still unclear."Marie, what are you doing here?" I notice three thugs approaching us.One of them suddenly strikes my face. "Hey, I'm going to use this as my human sandbag like usual. It's my turn."With anger clouding my emotions, I feel dark energy rise from within me, causing me to scream as I begin to
"Don't you know who I am?" Tommy yells, his voice echoing across the restaurant. His eyes blaze with a fiery pride."I am the savior of this town. As long as I am here, my ability will chase away any beast that threatens our people."I gaze at his right hand, where a peculiar tattoo gleams slightly under the light, and raise my voice so everyone around can hear. "I know someone with the same tattoo as you; he's the salt maker. I bet your real ability is turning water into salt.""What!" Tommy looks genuinely shocked, as if the reality of his ability has just dawned on him. He has been boasting, pretending he is one of the chosen protectors of the town."Put your hand on the water, and it will turn salty. That's all your ability is about," I declare, making sure every ear in the crowd catches the truth. "You have nothing to do with chasing beasts. You are just a liar.""You!" Tommy's face flushes a deep crimson, his fists clenching as he lunges towards me.I control my emotions, recall