–Broadway Brothel–Located in the suburban area of Astoria is a very popular and run-down brothel where sex workers gather to get customers who desire pleasure, satisfy them, and get paid.In a developed nation like Astoria, Broadway is frowned upon by everyone; no middle-class family would be proud to find one of their own here because it ruins their reputation. A high-class family like the Froster family would definitely hate it if they found a member there.Today was a lovely Wednesday, and the business was booming. Men could be seen walking out of the run-down building with smiles on their faces, having satisfied their needs. Most women could be seen covering their faces and leaving, even with their faces covered, the bliss of pleasure was still displayed in their rosy cheeks.At the entrance of the building, several sex workers dressed in bikinis shook their waists, seducing passers-by.But also at the entrance was Jack Froster, staring at the sex workers with a puzzled expressio
"Dad, I can explain, someone in there doesn't like me, that is why he called off the contract," Jack pleaded with fear and sadness in his voice.Bolton looked at him with an expression that seemed like he was going to strike soon. As there was no one else in the room, Jack became even more afraid."When did business start relating with those who like you and those who don't?" Bolton asked, clearly pissed off by the illogical excuse given by his waste of a son.He had wasted a lot of resources on him, even sending him to one of the biggest high schools and colleges, but yet, he still couldn't handle a simple contract.Bolton's eyes darkened, and the air around them grew heavy. Jack could feel an invisible pressure squeezing him, making it hard to breathe. He knew his father had a way with intimidation, but this was different. It felt otherworldly."You have one last chance to tell me the truth, Jack," Bolton's voice was low, almost a growl. "Why did you really lose the contract?"Jack'
William and his teammates stared at the Bloodcrest brothers with all sorts of emotions, including fear and anger.They had realized their situation, and it really wasn’t a good one.Even if they were able to reach the exit without getting caught, they would still end up returning to where they began because they would not be able to escape.The realization made each of them even more startled by their current situation.“Haha, now that you have realized your situation, you should be obedient and just come with us willingly. If not, we will wait until you agree and then slaughter everyone else while waiting for your answer. But know that their blood will be on your head,” the Bloodcrest brothers grinned as they spoke.William gritted his teeth.“You bastards!” he cussed out loudly, unable to hold his anger any longer.“Keep shut, Mr. William. You are only alive now after everything you have done the last time simply because we have a use for you,” the Bloodcrest brothers barked at Will
–DEATH TOWER–Cerberus, a monster in Greek mythology, is believed to be the guardian of hell. It is a gigantic dog monster with three heads, each capable of controlling and using different abilities to deal with its opponent together. This terrifying creature is known for its ferocity and its duty to prevent the dead from leaving the underworld, making it a feared entity in many legends and stories.At this moment, a Cerberus as big as a two-story building was standing in front of Carson, letting out a deafening, hellish cry as the three heads collectively stared at him. The beast's enormous size cast a long, dark shadow over Carson, adding to the tension of the moment.“What the fuck, a Cerberus!!” Carson couldn’t help but curse his luck at this moment. Who would have thought he would be facing the guardian of hell? T“If a Cerberus is here, does that mean I am close to hell?” Carson pondered as he dragged his sword out of its sheath and took a battle-ready pose, looking at the Cerbe
The king's Arena was still filled with a crowd trying to escape the event of the Bloodcrest brothers' attack. People were running in all directions, shouting and screaming in panic. At the same time, in the Hunter organization, a report about what was happening at the arena arrived, accompanied by another report. The atmosphere in the organization was tense as hunters quickly read through the reports, trying to understand the situation. Phones were ringing non-stop, and hunters were busy relaying information to their teams on the ground.Mark Grayson sat in his office, reading the reports. He was a tall man with a stern expression, known for his calm demeanor even in the most chaotic situations. His office was filled with books and maps, showing his dedication to his work. "What!!" He called out in a loud voice and looked up at the hunter in his office. "Is this genuine, or are you guys trying to play a joke on me?" Mark asked with a frown as he refused to believe the news he had j
"Now is not the time to be hostile, Carson. Your sister and her husband are still alive and are being targeted by the Bloodcrest brothers. The faster we get to them, the safer they will be." Mark's voice was strained, but he managed to convey the urgency of the situation.Carson's grip loosened slightly. "You better be telling the truth, Mark. If anything happens to them, there will be hell to pay."Mark nodded, understanding the weight of Carson's threat. "We need to act quickly. Let's coordinate our efforts and take down the Bloodcrest brothers once and for all."With a final, intense stare, Carson released Mark and stepped back, ready to join forces against the common enemy. The battle ahead would be fierce, but together, they had a chance to save the innocent and bring justice to those responsible for so much pain and suffering. Carson still hasn't learned of the death of his brother.……….The King's Arena, once a place of joy and competition, had become a scene of absolute chaos
Outside the King’s Arena, a large crowd of powerful hunters and soldiers from the Froster family had gathered. The air was thick with tension as the warriors stood ready, their weapons gleaming in the dim light. The Froster family was known for their strength and determination, and today they were prepared to face any challenge that lay ahead.Mark and a strange man wearing a white mask stood in front of the hunters, their bodies radiating a powerful aura that would make a thousand people bow in fear. The masked leader was none other than Carson, who wore a mask to hide his face and protect his sister further. Carson's presence was imposing, and even the bravest hunters felt a shiver run down their spines as they stood in his shadow.However, the leader standing before the Froster family was nothing compared to the hunters’. He stood shivering profusely, gazing at the huge structure of the Arena. The Arena itself was a massive, foreboding building, its walls towering high into the sky
1 Hour Before The EarthquakeA man wearing a long suit and a fine hat walked in front of the hunters. He greeted Mark Grayson with a slight nod. He also greeted the masked figure he couldn’t recognize but could tell was as strong, if not stronger, than Mark Grayson."Welcome, Brandon Stark," Mark Grayson said, shaking hands with him."I came as soon as I heard your message, but I was already at a raid, which is the reason for the delay. I hope I didn't waste too much of your time?" Brandon Stark replied."No, no, you are welcome. It would be great if you can start deactivating the barrier right away; we fear the Bloodcrest brothers have already resumed their atrocities," Mark Grayson responded.Brandon nodded, looked around, and stared at the Froster family soldiers for a second before focusing on the strong barrier that prevented anyone from entering or exiting the arena."This barrier is a pretty powerful one; only a grandmaster barrier magician like me can deactivate it. But even w