"Authority, huh? Well, to be honest, I expected you to ask for that topic," Solarael remarked, taking a refined sip from his white porcelain teacup. Cradling the delicate vessel with elegant finesse, he continued, "Well, I have already considered how to maintain the flow of the conversation, should you inquire about that." "Is that so? Well, that's good to hear," Alayn replied with a smile as he, too, savored the exquisite brew poured by the angelic Solarael. The sweet aroma of the oolong tea enveloped his senses, offering a tantalizing olfactory experience that hinted at a sophisticated flavor profile waiting to unfold. As the tea touched his lips, Alayn's taste buds were greeted by a complex dance of robust oolong notes that gently intermingled with nuanced hints of caramel and brown sugar. The tea seemed to envelop his palate in a delicate embrace, leaving a lingering sensation that was both revitalizing and soothing, as if every sip was an intricate melody playing on his tongue.
Gray clouds blanketed the expanse, concealing the space beneath. A magnificent yet elusive gray castle loomed, seemingly asserting its dominance over the surrounding area. The atmosphere exuded an air of grandeur, accompanied by an unsettling undercurrent. The gray hue, symbolic of deception and trickery, pervaded the very essence of the place.Within the castle, a mysterious and enigmatic figure, the god of deceit, resided. Clad in a shroud of gray fabric, surrounded by raven-like ethereal entities that swirled around them. An unmistakable sense of power and authority radiated from their being, casting an aura of both mystique and foreboding."It appears the moment has arrived. My dear avatar, may you continue to put on a spectacular performance," Marauder's voice, simultaneously mystical and eerie, echoed throughout the castle. The shadowy, raven-like creatures clung to the corners of the throne and the ground, seemingly cowering before the authority emanating from the voice."He wi
In the depths of the human psyche, an enigmatic tapestry of desires and tendencies weaves its intricate patterns. Humans, with their unpredictable nature, harbor a multitude of behaviors that both mesmerize and disturb. Beneath the facade of complex personalities lies a dormant instinct shared by every individual—a clandestine yearning to witness the world consumed by flames. Though many may display love, fight valiantly, or sacrifice selflessly, deep down, a hunger for control and a perverse pleasure in the suffering of others lurk within their hearts. This inclination often hides in plain sight, camouflaged by the innocent enjoyment of prank videos, concealing the darker truths beneath the veneer of laughter. Yet, amidst this paradoxical existence, a distinct breed of humanity emerges—those intimately acquainted with their own shadowed depths. Bound by societal norms and the laws that govern, they are compelled to shroud their true nature within veils of normalcy. These individuals
"Please pay attention, train 11-30 is arriving on time at platform 6." The announcement echoed throughout the subway station. Alayne silently stood up from the bench and made his way straight to platform six. It was a Sunday evening, and although the subway station was less crowded, Alayne didn't mind the quieter atmosphere. Sundays held little significance for him. On one hand, he didn't particularly care about holidays, and on the other hand, Alayne had to attend his university studies almost every day as a second-year student, so it didn't make much difference. As he waited for the train to arrive, he casually brushed his somewhat long hair and glanced at the other passengers on the platform with his dark brown eyes. Wearing a gray hoodie T-shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of black and white shoes, Alayne carried the expression of a somewhat gloomy university student. As the train approached and stopped at the platform, people started gathering their bags and belongings, preparing
As Alayn descended the staircase, he stole a glance at three passengers seated at the end row of the train car. Previously unnoticed, they caught his attention. Among them were a man and a young girl, the latter tugging at the man's right hand. The man had short hair and a remarkably attractive face, complemented by thin-framed glasses perched on his nose bridge. His attire, a black suit, white shirt with a bowtie, gave off an air of a university professor. The young girl beside him wore white sneakers, a black skirt, and a stylish yellow blouse, appearing to be around sixteen to seventeen years old. The man seemed to be in his early thirties or late twenties. After stealing a glance at the three passengers, Alayn turned his attention to the boy who had suggested calling 911. Clad in a hoodie like Alayn, with blue denim jeans and white sneakers, he appeared to be a college student around sixteen, similar to the other girl. Meanwhile, the other boy, who had scoffed, was not in proxi
"What the hell was that? What did she just say?!" Alayn blurted out, looking dumbfounded. He wasn't stunned that a goddess-like woman had literally just died right in front of him and then came back to life. He was more shocked by the fact that the goddess claimed to be an angel and referred to the other party who seemed to have killed her or caused her to bleed out as 'pantheons.' "If I remember correctly, that means gods! So I was right. Haha, I was right to fear the unknown, I was right to restrain my true self." Alayn laughed out loud in his mind, the corners of his mouth slightly curling up. But no one was able to see the changes in Alayn's expression. On one hand, everyone was focused on the self-proclaimed angel on the huge white platform, while on the other hand, Alayn quickly regained control of his expression. "D-did she just say that she is an angel?" The man whom the two boys called Mr. Luverne, who seemed to have handled the situation they were in quite well until now,
As Solarael greeted the seven players, they looked at each other with puzzled expressions. Despite having teleported several times before, they were still unfamiliar with the experience. Curiosity painted on her face, a woman clad in a beautiful blue dress inquired of Solarael, "Are we the first visitors to your shop, or do you possess some form of cloning ability that allows you to have multiple shops at the same time?" "Is that your question for the first-time bonus?" Solarael asked, his vibrant face devoid of any discernible emotions. "If not, you can wait for your turn to ask questions. I don't have to answer unless it's part of the first-time bonus." Without giving the woman a chance to reply, Solarael continued, "Now, let's begin. The first order of business is acquiring your ability card. To do so, please extend your right hand and follow my guidance." Solarael's confident voice resonated through the room. As the group extended their right hands, Solarael demonstrated a flu
After his initial visit to the Cosmo shop, Alayn harbored a singular goal in his mind: ensuring that Neo would enter the shop after him or, preferably, before Luverne. Alayn lacked a clear understanding of Luverne's capabilities, which fueled his determination to avoid getting caught by him at all costs. One of the reasons behind Alayn's decision to manipulate the team's entry order into the Cosmo shop was driven by this purpose alone. "Welcome back to my Cosmo shop, dear player," greeted Solarael, a faint smile gracing his face as Alayn regained consciousness following the teleportation. "Now, how would you like to utilize your one-time bonus question?" he inquired, his tone warm and inviting. "First and foremost, I have something I'd like to sell to you," Alayn announced with a mischievous grin appearing on his face. .... "You know, player, you're quite intelligent for a human," Solarael remarked, a faint expression of admiration crossing his features. "Yeah, I'm well aware," A