As they ventured deeper into the forest, the shadows seemed to grow thicker, and the air grew colder. Zion's senses were on high alert, every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig making him tense with anticipation.Finally, they arrived at a clearing bathed in moonlight. In the center stood a small, decrepit cottage, its windows boarded up and its roof sagging under the weight of years. The figure gestured toward the cottage. "Cavaller resides here. Approach with caution."Zion nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He approached the cottage slowly, his senses on high alert for any sign of danger. As he reached the door, he hesitated for a moment before knocking firmly.The sound echoed through the stillness of the forest, and for a moment, there was no response. Just as Zion began to wonder if anyone was home, the door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit interior.Steeling himself, Zion stepped inside, the figure from the forest following closely behind. The cottage was sparsely furni
As Zion opened his eyes, he found himself standing at the edge of the forest, the cool breeze carrying the scent of pine and earth. The transition from the dark depths of the woods to the open air was disorienting, and for a moment, he had to steady himself against a nearby tree. Looking around, he took in his surroundings. The forest stretched out behind him, its dense canopy casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. Ahead lay a vast expanse of grassland, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. In the distance, he could make out the silhouette of a mountain range, its peaks reaching towards the sky like jagged teeth. As Zion ventured further outside the forest, his tattoo began to glow with an otherworldly light. The gentle illumination led him through the dense underbrush, its soft radiance cutting through the darkness of the surrounding trees. Following the ethereal glow, Zion found himself drawn towards a particular direction. The path seemed to unfold before him, guided
Zion's eyes fluttered open, and he gasped for breath, his chest heaving with the effort. He felt a surge of relief as he realized he was still alive. As he sat up, his eyes scanned the area around him. To his surprise, he found himself surrounded by Sagittarius, Asahi, and their other teammates. Some of them were nursing wounds, but none seemed as severe as what he had anticipated.As he took in the scene, confusion clouded his mind. How had he survived the poison? And how had they all ended up here together? He tried to speak, but his voice came out as a croak. Sagittarius noticed his movement and quickly came to his side."Easy there, Zion," Sagittarius said, his voice calm and reassuring. "You've been through a lot. We managed to find you in time and get you the antidote."Zion nodded weakly, still struggling to make sense of everything. As his strength slowly returned, he began to piece together what had happened. The old man had stabbed him with a poisoned blade, but somehow, the
As the group gathered their bearings after the trials, they knew they needed rest. The day’s challenges had taken their toll, leaving them physically and mentally exhausted. With nightfall approaching, finding a safe place to rest became their priority.“We should find a sheltered area,” suggested Zion, scanning their surroundings. “Somewhere we can rest without worrying about any more surprises.”The others nodded in agreement, their weariness evident in their expressions. They set off in search of a suitable spot, their steps slow and deliberate as they navigated the unfamiliar terrain.After a while, they came across a clearing nestled between the trees. It offered a small but relatively sheltered space where they could make camp for the night.“This looks like a good spot,” remarked Asahi, his eyes sweeping over the area. “We can set up a fire here and rest for the night.”Zion nodded in agreement, already thinking about the practicalities of setting up camp. “We’ll need firewood,
“Sir, please, this project is vital to my company; we need you. I have a family on my-““Stop with this stupidity and get the fuck out of my face.”“Sir, please.” He pleaded, but Zion simply don’t give a fuck about the man and his company; He is cutting all his markets and shares. What a goddamn waste, he mumbled; I should have believed in my instincts.How fucked up is that.“Gab, my schedule,” He muttered while breathing to calm himself.“Mr. President, you have a lunch meeting with Mr. Ferrer, at Lacosta Ville, 3 in the afternoon, with Senator Guevara, four thirty with Vice Mayor Ancanel, you have thirty minutes idle time, five in the evening, a charity event with La Pramera Parish, eight in the evening, company anniversary, Mrs. Agusi left a note that you promised her you will attend this year, and ten in the evening will be a dinner meeting with the Korean investors, that’s all, Sir.”Zion answered by nodding, “I’m too old, yet I still have countless parties to attend, if I’m a l
“We already told you, what else you would want to know, huh?!” Paul exclaimed.“Take me back to where I was supposed to be! Take me back to my office! I am a fierce billionaire! I am a businessman, and what the fuck just happening, this may not be believable, but I am forty-four years old!” Zion exclaimed, he was hysterical and cannot think straight.“Young man,” Concepcion called Zion in a very calm way, “You must calm down; this will not be solved if you will stay like that,”“How can I go back the last time that I remember was, I got this pain in my chest, and I think I fell asleep, then I woke up here in your goddamn place, with me, looking like a seventeen-year-old kid, how would you think that I’ll react? Happy—““You fool! Don’t you dare raise your voice on my wife! You foolish thing!”“No, this can’t be happening, this must be a dream, I have to wake up, I have a meeting to attend, and my day is fully packed for my appointments—““Then, get out!” Paul lost his temper with Zion
“What the hell was that, huh? Are you trying to get yourself killed?!” Paul exclaimed while walking phase and fort.“What? You told me that I was summoned to your time, or to your world with a sole task, that is to replace you in participating in the war, am I wrong?” Zion said while sitting with cross legs on the divan.“What are you taking me for? Dumb? You haven’t been here for at least twelve hours, and you’re telling me that you’re willing to risk your life for that?”Zion shrugs his shoulder, “We only have three weeks right? Might as well teach me what I need to learn so I can still go back to my world, who about that?”Paul gave him a suspicious look, “Don’t play—““Jeez, you know, in my world, I didn’t have to explain nor repeat myself twice, people will line up just to be able to set an appointment with me, and here I am, trying to convince this whoever you are to just teach me what I need to learn,”“Fine, make sure to prepare yourself for tomorrow, since we have a little ti
"You have to hold the sword this way, Zion!" Annoyed, Zion looked at Paul and set down the heavy sword he had been holding for hours. "I thought you came from an aristocratic family. Why can't you just hold that sword and swing it with force?""Then do it yourself! First of all, I don't have a family! Secondly, I never said I came from an aristocratic family. I just said that I'm a successful man now!" For the first time in twenty-six years, Zion raised his voice and spoke his mind."Oh, come on, you're a man-""Paul." A threatening voice came from behind. It was Paul's wife. His face immediately changed. His long, angry face turned into an awkward smile, as if he had been caught doing something wrong. Well, he was indeed doing something wrong—forcing Zion to do something he had never done before, shouting. Is he insane?"Hi, hon. I was just teaching this child what he needs to learn." Zion almost felt sick. He was old, but it was disgusting to see men act submissive when their wives