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TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE chapter twelve
The humming sound of the car made James open his eyes. "Thank God!" a voice said beside him. "I thought you were dead." James looked at the person beside him and could smell wealth off of him. He was nicely clothed, and he had a nice fragrance coming off his body. He stared around and saw a lot of people staring at him. "Is he dead?" One of them asked. "He just opened his eyes. I don't think he is," another replied. "That was quite a knock. Any human would be dead. I wonder how he survived." Another added The rich man, who introduced himself as Reginald, was a tall, imposing figure with a commanding presence. He was dressed in a tailored navy blue suit with a crisp white shirt and a patterned tie. His dark hair was slicked back, revealing a prominent forehead and piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore into James' soul. A hint of expensive cologne wafted from his direction, mingling with the scent of fine leather from his polished shoes.Reginald's features were chiseled, with high
TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE chapter thirteen
James was shocked to see that Sandra was Reginald's daughter. He knew something was off the moment they met, but he wasn't expecting this. "Did you approach me purposely?" James lifted his head and looked at Reginald, who was taking off his clothes. "Mr. James, calm down. I don't have a reason to hurt you. At least not now." Mr. Reginald said he was walking towards the bar shelf, where lots of whiskey and exotic wines were arranged. "Do you care for one?" he asked, grabbing two glass cups. "I don't drink." James replied, his face looking pale. His memories juggled back, and he remembered he had seen Mr. Reginald's, who was Frank's boss."You might need a drink." Reginald replied, walking towards the table. "What do you want with me?" James asked, trying to calm his nerves. He hasn't seen Mr. Reginald put on any glasses, so he knew he wouldn't be a threat whatsoever. But the guards he was having around might try to stop him. "Why am I here?" James asked again. Reginald poured the wine
TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE chapter fourteen
James stared at Sandra, and god, she was beautiful. The way the rays of the sun caught her skin highlighted her flawless complexion, like a masterpiece painted by the gods themselves. Her skin was a radiant canvas of golden brown, smooth and unblemished, inviting my gaze to linger. The sun's rays danced across her features, accentuating the sharp angles of her cheekbones, the gentle curve of her nose, and the fullness of her lips.Her eyes sparkled like diamonds, shining bright with a warmth and kindness that drew me in. They were pools of deep brown, fringed with thick lashes that fluttered like butterfly wings as she blinked. Her gaze met mine, and James felt a jolt of electricity run through his veins, as if the very fabric of the universe had shifted to bring us together.Her hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, rich and dark, with hints of auburn that caught the light. It framed her face, accentuating her heart-shaped beauty, and fell in loose waves down her bac
TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE chapter fifteen
James looked at the ground and felt it could have been him. He looked at the blood following him, and his face went pale. He was just mastering the power of the glasses, and he was sure there would always be a repercussion if he missed the power. "Tell me you didn't miss him and let him escape." Reginald shouted in anger and pointed the baton at each one of them. The men all stood still without saying a word. They knew talking would only make him more angry and pissed off. Reginald stroked again, and this time around, the men heard the croak and breaking sound of the man's skull. Reginald was indeed angry, but he was killing his men in the process. James was the next in line. He felt like coming clean and telling Reginald that he was the man standing before him, but he couldn't bring himself to tell him. James wished the glasses could just perform a miracle. The glasses had always taken time to rebuild once he used their energy. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you." Reginald shouted i
TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE chapter sixteen
"You need to see this, Miss Sandra." One of the men approached her, giving James the chance to find the exit. Sandra walked in and saw that the man was naked. ' Close down the entire mansion. That means he had been here all along." She said it with a smile on her face. Sandra had always been looking for an opportunity to get her father's approval, and catching James was a start. The alarm for the closing of the entire house sounded, and it was immediately shut down. "Look for him and find him. I want him dragged here with his ears." Sandra shouted James had taken off the cloth and was on his way home. He touched his pocket, and the spectacle was still there. He knew he needed a change of apartment. He needs to move to a place where no one knows who he is or where he can train using his powers. James replayed what he had witnessed inside Reginald's mansion, and he knew the type of man he was. He was going to make him pay for everything he had done to his parents and everyone he had h
TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE Chapter seventeen
James felt a sudden rush of energy as the spectacle glowed again. His surroundings warped, and before he could react, he was standing in a world that looked nothing like the present. He looked around and could see that he was in a different world. The sky was a deep shade of crimson, and the ground beneath his feet was cracked like dry earth, emitting a faint golden light. James turned in confusion. “Where am I now?” he muttered. A voice echoed in his mind, the same voice that had been guiding him. "You are witnessing what will become of you if you choose greed, power, and fame over purpose. Well, many has tried but they all let the power of Ozz fuel their insatiable lust of power and greed." Before James could ask what that meant, the world around him shifted. He saw himself—older, dressed in extravagant robes with a crown resting on his head. Countless people bowed before him, chanting his name. Gold and treasures surrounded him, but his eyes were cold, devoid of any warmth. Ja
TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE Chapter eighteen
James gasped as he bolted upright in bed, drenched in sweat. His breathing was ragged, his hands clutching the sheets like they were the only thing keeping him grounded. The images still burned in his mind—his father, Carlos, the power, the lies. His head pounded with the weight of it all. The spectacle lay on his nightstand, pulsing faintly. "Breathe, James. Calm yourself." The voice echoed in his head. James clenched his jaw, his fingers twitching. "Calm myself? I just saw my father's killer and all you can tell me is to calm myself?! I saw Carlos! He knows about me now!" His voice was hoarse, filled with frustration. The spectacle hummed. "You cannot let anger cloud your judgment. There is much to do." James swung his legs over the side of the bed and ran a shaky hand through his damp hair. "What do you want from me?" "Your ability comes with a task. You must unlock each level of power before you are ready to face Carlos." James scoffed, shaking his head. "Levels? Like some
TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE Chapter nineteen
James could barely sleep. His mind was a whirling of anger, and he was so anxious that he had to get up from the bed. [ SPECTACLE OF OZZ ; YOU CAN'T SHOW YOUR ENEMIES THAT YOU ARE SCARED, JAMES. THEY ARE GOING TO WANT TO PREY ON YOUR WEAKNESS, AND YOU MUST NOT ALLOW THAT. "What am I supposed to do? There is a strange fellow that is coming for me, and I don't even understand the dual abilities of my powers yet. Do you think I can take him?" James asked with a shaky breath. [ SPECTACLE OF OZZ ; TO BE HONEST WITH YOU, JAMES, I HAVE SEEN MANY AVATARS RISE AND FALL. YOU, MY FRIEND, ARE DIFFERENT. I CHOSE YOU FOR A REASON, AND I THINK IT IS BEST IF YOU START BELIEVING IN YOURSELF. The gentle breeze hugged my skin tightly as I set my feet outside my little house. I need money, and I need it fast. I have a lot to upgrade. I need new clothes too. [ SYSTEM UPGRADE] [ SPECTACLE OF OZZ ; WHY DON'T WE HELP WITH THAT. A DAILY MISSION OF WHAT YOU ARE TO DO WILL APPEAR EACH DAY WITH A COUNTDOWN
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Reginald's loud noise echoed through the hallway as his men sprung into action. Each grabbing weapons they could lay Thier hands on. " Make sure she is unharmed. I need her to explain why she will betray me like that!" Reginald shouted at the man in front of him. " I will carry out your order with utmost discretion." he said bowing before heading out. Reginald stood at window looking as each cars disappeared into darkness with only one thing in his mind. The hope that his daughter hasn't given the spectacle back to James. ******************************************************************The cold night air clung to Selena's skin like sweat as she darted through the hospital’s back entrance, heart thundering against her ribcage. She looked back frantically hoping and praying they were not right behind her. The satchel with the Spectacle was pressed tightly to her chest, the relic burning faintly through the leather as if aware of its surroundings. She knew her father's men weren’
Chapter twenty nine
The room was tense as both father and daughter stared at each other. Selena flinched at her father’s words but quickly masked her expression with a calm smirk.“In love?” she echoed, standing slowly, pacing toward the window. “You give James too much credit.”Reginald wasn’t convinced. “I’ve seen that look before, Selena. The same look your mother had when she thought I didn’t notice her slipping away.”Reginald asked Selena how her mother left them for another man. "She left at my weakest, but then I looked like I had something she had never thought I was going to have. Power." He had told Selena the story over and over again that it was beginning to get boring. She turned sharply. “Then maybe you should’ve paid more attention.”The words hung between them like ice.Reginald narrowed his eyes. “If you're letting your emotions cloud your judgement, you’ll end up ruining everything. We have come too far to just let everything go to waste."“No,” Selena said coldly. “I’m trying to sav
Chapter twenty eight
Strikers stood by the doorway, his shadow stretching across the room like a silent warning. His grin faded, replaced by a thoughtful frown as he looked at James—bruised, exhausted, but burning with something deeper. Determination."You don’t understand, kid," Strikers said after a long pause, his voice lower now. "This isn't a battle you win with fists. It's a war of wills, of conviction. And I’m not sure you’re ready for what’s coming."James sat up straighter, despite the pain. "Then train me. Teach me whatever it is you know. Because ready or not, I’m not stopping until I take down Carlos and get the spectacle back."Strikers tilted his head. “That desperation you’ve got—it’s a good start. But it’ll get you killed if that’s all you’re running on. You want me to train you? Fine. But it starts now.”James blinked. “Now? I can barely stand—”“Pain’s a good teacher,” Strikers interrupted. “And Carlos won’t wait for you to heal. You want power? Then crawl your way to it.”Before James c
chapter twenty seven
James froze, his heart racing despite the pain shooting through his ribs. The VIP room suddenly felt like a trap, not a safe place. His hands searched the floor, the bed sheets, the side table—nothing. The spectacle was gone. Gone. The one item tethering him to the system, the one item that kept him steps ahead.“Damn it!” he groaned, slamming his fist weakly against the bed frame. James tried to remember the fight between him, Strikers and Reginald. It couldn't have been Strikers. James remembered slamming him to the ground. He was down before he fainted. He couldn't have taken it. A soft knock startled him. He instinctively sat up halfway, wincing, his eyes darting to the door."James?" a familiar voice called out gently. It was Selena."Come in," he croaked, wondering why Selena had decided to come and pay him a visit. He wasn't expecting anyone. So far so good; no one had decided to visit him after the fight. She walked in slowly, holding a brown paper bag and a bottle of w
Chapter twenty six
The school was in a frenzy mode with what just happened. "Did you see what James did?" " You should have seen the way he fought that dude with the dagger. He was amazing." "The school deserves to give him an award for saving those students." "How do you think Selena's father knew about the fight? I heard he came just when it was about to happen." Another said, looking at his fellow students. Stiles, Trevor and the rest of his minions walked past them. "Fools. I wonder what is so special about him trying to say some dying students." Stiles said with anger. He looked ahead and saw Selena talking to her father with the Dean standing right in front of them. "Thank you very much, Mr Davenport. He is a good kid. Let me know how much his hospital bills are going to cost and also if he needs anything; don't hesitate to ask me." Reginald said with a smile. His face was bruised, but not that it mattered. "Are you alright, Dad?" Selena asked, seeing she was having a bit of torn
Chapter twenty five
James stopped abruptly. He could hear the muffled sound of the students as one of them ran towards him. "You are going to be alright, dude. Stay with me." James could feel the dagger in his back as blood oozed out of the cut. "You need to leave now! All of you." He shouted, pushing the boy in front of him. "I don't know how long I can hold him for!" Reginald shouted, pinning Striker's hands down. "Give me as much time as you can." James shouted as he tried to pry open the windows. The door was locked, and only Strikers could have it opened. "Go now!" James shouted as the students arranged a set of chairs to climb out through the window. One, two, three, four, five...James kept counting as Reginald battled Strikers. The last students were about going out through the window when Reginald let loose of Striker's hands. He plunged another dagger at the last student who was about to climb out. "No!" James shouted as he tried to hold it, but he was too late. The dagger pierces the
Chapter twenty four
The moment the spectacle latched fully onto James’s face, the air shifted—almost like the universe had just taken a deep breath. The library felt smaller, heavier. Time itself seemed to slow.James’s fingers twitched slightly, adjusting to the new pulse of energy radiating through him. His vision sharpened; he could see Striker’s heat signature, the slight tremble in the hands of terrified students, and the faint shimmer of magic woven around Striker’s twin daggers.He could see the James himself wasn't human. He was cloaked in a mysterious energy even without the spectacles on. " What is this?" James said slightly feeling scared. “You shouldn’t have done that,” Striker said, voice low, amused, and dark. “Now, I really want to break you.” Strikers said with a crackle that sent chills down his spine.James didn’t respond.He took one step forward—and the entire floor beneath him cracked slightly from the weight of his presence.In a flash, Striker lunged.The sound of metal slicing t
Chapter twenty three
James's grip on the table tightened as he looked at the strange student seated before him. He grinned widely with a deadly smirk on his face. "Do you think you can run away from me, huh?" He said with a set of white teeth flashed at James. He looked around the library room and laughed. "Don't even think about it, James." He moved from his seat and relaxed slowly beside James. "We can either do this the hard way or the easy way, and trust me, I don't have a problem doing it both ways." "Give me the spectacle, and we can just go our separate ways." He said again. "And why do you think I am going to do that?" James replied immediately; his breath was a bit ragged, but he was trying enough to make it calm. "Why? Did you just ask me that question?" He said with anger, his voice raised as many of the students looked towards him. "Why are you playing the hero part, James?" He asked again, this time relaxing with his back behind the chair. "You could just look away. You don'
Chapter twenty two
As James walked through the students hallway, he looked back to see Sandra following him. "You need to stop doing that, Sandra. I don't want you caught up in all of this." He said to take a stop abruptly. "Why? Do you have something to hide?" Sandra cut him off. "Hide? Why do I need to hide when I have done nothing wrong except trying to stay alive from people trying to kill me?" James replied immediately. He heard a sound and saw a sharp movement through the hallway. "You need to go back, Sandra. Why don't we talk about this some other time?" James said, trying to dismiss her. "Is that a promise?" Sandra said slowly, looking at James. For some reason she was beginning to find him attractive. "I will call you if that is what you were hoping for." Sandra smiled and walked away. James's eyes darted back and forth as he walked. The hallway was awfully quiet with none of the students coming to and fro. James decided to be the smarter guy. "I know you can hear me, and
