Clarissa gently dropped the body of Charles to the ground and rose to observe her surroundings, aiming to determine their location and find a way to get help or a safer place to hide if this place was in danger.She looked around her. They appeared to be inside a very large room, bigger than a dining hall, with only a few objects, making it spacious."Where is this?" she asked herself.Far away on her left-hand side, there was a large computer with a big screen and a sizable machine underneath it that she hadn't seen before. Her intuition told her that the big machine was what powered the computer.Clarissa took her eyes off the computer, tilting her head around the room, looking for a door so they could leave.However, this room had four doors: one on the south side of the room, one on the north, and one on the east and west sides each. She didn't understand why a room would have four doors but guessed it was for a good reason.What she did not know was that in another room, a young
"The Bloodcrest Brotherhood has hidden themselves perfectly for the last ten years. Not even a single trace of them has been found in a decade, and we almost thought they had disbanded and gone extinct. We were wrong all along," Mark Grayson mumbled to himself, somewhat confused."Yes, Commander. However, if you give me permission to take some hunters with me, we might be able to subdue the Bloodcrest Brotherhood. Perhaps, with our help, Carson would be obliged to heed our invitation," Johnson suggested.Mark Grayson contemplated this issue. The central hunter organization present in the central city had issued their region a mission to capture Carson, who had returned from a dungeon after being presumed dead for a long time.As the leader of this regional headquarters, the mission naturally stayed in his hands. If they managed to complete it, most of the merit would go to him even if he didn't contribute. With this merit, his family would continue to grow and remain under the protect
Inside the Dining Hall of the Storm FamilyWith the light from the chandelier in the large dining hall, one could make out three figures fighting in the dimly lit hall. Dolano was among them, and he didn't look healthy. His breathing was fast, and his body was bleeding intensely from several wounds. His clothes were torn, revealing deep cuts and bruises all over his body. Every step he took was shaky, and his eyes darted around the room in desperation. He was severely injured and knew he was running out of time.Walking coldly towards Dolano were the souls of Porter and the guard who had been thrown into the room earlier. Porter's soul seemed almost tangible, his eyes glowing with a fiery rage. His death had been caused by Dolano, and naturally, his soul sought revenge. The energy emanating from Porter was almost visible,it was a mix of anger and sorrow that seemed to fuel his spectral form. The other soul, the guard, didn't appear to be as active or as enraged as Porter's. It float
William sat on the ground in the passageway leading to the room with the matrix. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his body aching from the exertion. Though he had managed to regain some of his breath, his mana reserves were dangerously low. It would take time for his mana to heal, and unfortunately, he didn't have enough wealth points to exchange for any quick remedies. He had no choice but to wait and try to regain his mana through the usual methods. Resting until his body stabilized was one such method; only then would his mind follow suit. A stabilized mind would initiate the process of regaining mana, allowing him to return to his full strength.Further down the passageway, Carson was engaged in a fierce battle. His swords clashed with those of multiple masked men. There were about twenty of them, all identical in height, weight, clothing, and even their masks. Not a single detail distinguished one from the other.Why was this? It was because they were clones!"
"In the future, chaos will befall this world. The secret of that chaos lies within this scroll. When the time comes, the scroll will open on its own and reveal its secrets. Initially, the scroll stated this prophecy, but when I reached the peak stage of Rank 3, I managed to open it, catching only a glimpse of the secret. The scroll is likely to reveal all its secrets to you, and I hope you will use them wisely."Carson informed William, but William found the whole message confusing. Though he comprehended everything, he didn't truly believe that this world would plunge into further chaos than it already experiences, nor could he grasp how a scroll could hold a secret accessible only at a certain rank or during the onset of the chaos mentioned."Alright, I will keep it with me," William stood up, sliding the scroll into his ring."You said you were leaving? Where to, if I may ask?" William inquired, his curiosity piqued."I haven't decided yet, but I might go to a place inaccessible to
Three helicopters flew over the Storm family mansion, their rotors cutting through the dark, turbulent air. From one of the helicopters, Johnson peered down, his eyes fixed on the Bloodcrest brothers who stood outside, awaiting the emergence of their siblings so they could make their escape.Unfortunately for them, their plans were about to be thwarted. The hunter organization had arrived on the scene, their presence marked by the ominous approach of the helicopters."Damn it," one of the Bloodcrest brothers cursed, his voice a mix of anger and fear as he looked up at the approaching helicopters.Each helicopter bore the unmistakable symbol of the hunter organization, a vivid emblem that left no doubt about their identity.Johnson shifted his gaze from the villains below and turned to address his fellow hunters. Speaking through his mouthpiece, he commanded, "Attack at once. Make them surrender, and if they don't, kill them.""Understood," the hunters responded in unison, their voices
It was a dark space, reminiscent of Earth, but without the sun, moon, or any other source of natural light. This place, though similar to Earth in appearance, was not as expansive. At most, it had the size of the smallest continent on Earth. The vast emptiness of the space was punctuated by a single dominating feature.In the center of this mysterious realm stood a towering mountain that covered most of the available land. This mountain, with its sheer cliffs and jagged peaks, seemed almost otherworldly. Surrounding the mountain was a serene lake, its waters glowing with a soft, ethereal light, much like the moonlight that it sorely lacked. The tranquility of the lake was mesmerizing, its crystal-clear waters reflecting the dim light in a manner that made it appear almost magical.In addition to this mountain and lake, the space was adorned with various types of vegetation. Tall trees with lush foliage produced golden fruits that seemed to shimmer with an inner energy. These fruits, ra
Inside a dimly lit room at the regional headquarters of the Hunter Organization, cries of pain echoed through the air. The sounds of torment were everywhere"Ahhh! Please, don't hurt me anymore!" one voice begged, filled with fear."Ahhh, you bastard! I'll kill you once I manage to escape from here, and I will murder your entire family alongside you. Just try that again... ahhhh!" another voice screamed, defiant even in pain.The room was a place of despair and bravery. Some captives begged for mercy, their fear of pain overwhelming them. Others, despite their agony, stayed defiant and issued threats.The captives were members of the Blood Crest Brotherhood, chained to metal chairs. Their bodies were marked with injuries—some had severe wounds, others were missing fingers. They all shared one thing, they were in great pain.Standing before them was Johnson, a man with a cruel grin. He held a bloodied, sharp knife. His eyes gleamed with sadistic delight as he wielded the instrument of t