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
As the ground trembles violently, people around me pray with intensified fervor. Their faces are pale, frightened, filled with fear and tears. Yet, all of them try to find a bit of peace and hope from God.Above, a celestial light, unseen by many, grows ever brighter. I sense my ability is coming back, stealthily, I find a secluded corner, close my eyes, and delve deep into my mental world.In this realm, a devil at the core harnesses thousands of the souls of Babel's populace—criminals and those engulfed by their dark emotions, unable to follow the light to free themselves.These souls coalesce into a vast, ominous sphere, breathing dark energy and striving to dominate my inner world.Meanwhile, in my inner world there are hundreds of stars, each of my ability manifest as tiny stars.When I founded the Eden Guild, there was a pact that each superhuman or ability user who want to join had to give me a minimal amount of their ability to me as the leader.This pact is still remains in e
The fat man, his face a mask of disbelief, looks at Tommy painfully. "Why did you stab me?""If you weren't following me, you'd tell everyone that I lead the beast," Tommy says, his eyes cold and unyielding."But you're my brother, I would never tell anyone..." the fat man's voice trails off as his face slackens, his breaths ceasing.“Only dead man keep secret!” Tommy replied.Beside them, a tall man, Jack watches Tommy with a mix of shock and fear. "I will tell no one. I hate the city, and you know I wasn't born here. Any way we are bothers right?""Good, let's just throw this fat man off the cliff."Later, as Tommy drives another car back to the city, he enters a restaurant, blending in as if just another citizen.Yet, someone from across the room stares at him with an angry scowl, rushes over, and shoves him to the ground."What are you doing?" Tommy protests, his voice laced with disbelief."How dare you bring that baby beast to the marketplace, and unleash horde beasts on this ci
Under the sprawling canopy of a dense forest, the chill of the afternoon wind whips through the air. Tommy stands, his breath visible in the cold.“No,” Tommy declares firmly, his voice echoing slightly in the vast, open space, “I love my mother, and I want to be a successful person for her. She needs to be alive to see her only son succeed.”Livia, appearing as an ethereal angel with a gentle smile, responds soothingly. “You are good, Tommy. That’s why you are the chosen one. You are special. I am just joking with you.”Tommy’s gaze shifts to the corpse lying a few feet away. “How about Jack?” he asks, his eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and dread. “Do I need to bury him?”“You already have a new ability,” Livia explains with a mysterious grin. “It is necromancy. You can use it to bind Jack’s soul to his body, so he can be a zombie who will always listen to you.”“Really?” Tommy laughs, a hint of excitement mixed with disbelief in his voice. “Great. What should I do?”“Just say th
In the bustling city hall of Greentown, the Chief and ten prominent jury members, all significant figures of the city, are seated around a large, ornate table.They engage in earnest discussions about town matters while awaiting a beast meat special culinary presentation by the chef.The room buzzes with anticipation and the clatter of silverware against fine china echoes softly in the grand hall.As Violet and I enter the spacious hall, we notice several chefs bustling about.Some chefs peer curiously towards the judges, trying to gauge the competition's outcome, while others, like us, are here to participate. The atmosphere is a mix of excitement and nervous energy."Quick, try to list our performance after this," I urge Violet as we make our way to a table marked 'Registration.'Violet dashes off and soon returns, her face flushed with success. "We've got number seven," she announces, glancing over at chefs’ number one and two who are already busy grilling meat.Curious, I sneak a
Later that night, as I lie awake, Violet's words echo in my mind. Perhaps she’s right—acting on principle could endanger us both and our livelihoods.She may lose her restaurant, her only means of living.Yet, the thought of many people consuming harmful food gnaws at my conscience. Some children may die.Over the course of a sleepless night, I wrestle with the weight of my choices, and by dawn, I arrive at a resolution.The potential harm to Violet, who has been nothing but kind and supportive, becomes my deciding factor."Violet, I've decided to leave this place," I announce as the morning light begins to fill the room.Violet looks at me, her expression a mix of concern and understanding. "Are you going to confront William directly?" she asks quietly.I nod solemnly. "I won't challenge him openly. But I will try to save some of this Greentown people."Marie, who has been listening, chimes in with a hopeful tone, "Alex, will we meet again?""I will always return here when I have tim
Half a year has passed since I joined the mercenary guild. I sit alone at the corner, staring down at my plate engraved with "Rank F." The lowest rank.Originally, I was part of a group of four—three men and one woman. However, after two months I join, they each chose separate paths.Their split stemmed from a heated quarrel over the woman, who had become romantically involved with all three.Their arguments escalated as they vied for her affection, only to discover she had left them for another— a Rank B hunter.Following the group's dissolution, on their recommendation, I tested for my place in the Mercenary Guild and found myself assigned the lowest rank of F.Now, my duties are mainly those of a porter or chef for larger groups embarking on journeys to other cities."Alex," calls Chris, an older man in his fifties. "Are you free?"I nod."There's a group called looking for ten people to join their original twenty-member expedition to Riverwood City. I've recommended you," he expla