This felt like a simulation of a sort. It made absolutely no sense. Not even to Cory himself. He knew that he was mad. He was mad at the waiter who had knocked his phone off his hand and made it shatter almost into pieces. No one would be happy after something like that had happened. But even in the foul mood he had been plunged into, he could never have imagined killing someone out of it. Hence, why he was mute for the next few seconds. He really wanted to process what was happening at that moment, but he really couldn't place it. There were a lot of things to be worried about right now. There were a lot of things he had to sort out, yet he couldn't clear his head. A few of the worries revolved around what had just grown out of his arm. How did it happen? Neither the system nor the supreme god had ever told him that he was capable of doing something like this. He could never have imagined that he could transform his arm into a tentacle, let alone use it to behead someone. What t
"Boss?" Stephen asked, but the call had been dropped. Stephen just stared at the phone. He didn't know what to do at first. "Which airport?" He thought. He could count about forty-five airports in Emerald City. Which of them does he have to go? There are only five nearest airports from Viocot. In which of the airports could Cory be?Also, what the hell was Cory doing at an airport?! Stephen wished he could find answers to his questions. He redailed Cory's number. "Please answer the call. At least tell me which airport. Please, I beg of you boss." It would seem as though Cory could hear him from there. The call didn't go through. Cory would not answer even when it did go through. After a few seconds,[Ding! Utland airport.]When the message came in, Stephen couldn't have been any more grateful. He quickly climbed into his Lamborghini Urus and drove off. He was certain that in the next ten minutes, he would get there. Even if it meant that he would have the cops tailing him. Wel
Out of urgency and for the need of safety, Cory spun around to see who the owner of the voice was. There was a strange man standing in front of him. The man was wearing a loose top and a baggy pant. His shoes were way too gigantic for his small his legs, but there was something funny about his head. The shape of his head was something that would send Cory rolling on the floor if he was not shocked right now. Cory didn't want to be distracted by things like that. He continued to inspect this elderly man closely. He could swear on his life that he had never seen this man before. But this man had addressed him in a familiar manner. The man had addressed him as though they knew each other from somewhere. 'Could he be someone from the cathedral? One of the monks?' Cory thought. "Let's get to business then. I'm sure that you don't want to waste your time either." The man's tone was serious, compared to the funny state of his head. Cory remained standing where he was. The way this man
Emerald City. "This is preposterous!!!" A loud voice rang across the room. "How can you even spew such madness? Do you think we are a joke here?"The man who had raved jumped on his feet. He was wearing a sort of uniform that looked more military than civil, but was definitely not military. There were a group of other people seated opposite him. One of the other people was Stephen. Stephen kept a calm composure. His face was bland, and he was not looking at the man who was raving. His gaze was to the floor, staring in between his Loius Vuitton shoes. He was quite a fashionista. His mind was wandering. He was deep in thoughts. "Mr Governor. Mr Governor." A voice called. When the voice got to Stephen, he snapped out of the thoughts. A little part of him felt bad for getting carried away in a situation like that. If Cory heard this, he knew that Cory wouldn't be entirely pleased with him. "You seemed to be worried, Mr Governor." The middle-aged man who had just called the governor
Stephen climbed into the car. It was a hybrid car, and the setting of the backseat was set like that of a living room. It was very comfortable and balanced. As soon as Stephen settled into the car, the door was shut, and the driver drove off. The waitress who was wearing a simple gown was reluctant to look up at Stephen. It was hard to tell what was going through her mind. Stephen took a glance at her. When their eyes met, the lady dropped her head again. Stephen took a deep breath and then looked back to the front. He couldn't really see anything since there was a blind shielding the backseat from the rest of the car. The vehicle looked like something that could be used by the FBI to commence a very classified investigation. "You haven't told anyone about it, have you?" Stephen went straight to the point. The lady took a glance at him and then dropped her head again. From her reaction, it was obvious that that question was the last thing she had expected from him. "You have to
The Mountains. Cory pulled his hand out of the chest of the elderly man! The green gem glowed in his hand as he pulled it to himself. He watched as the man lost his balance and fell to the ground. While he was still staring at the man, savoring the beauty of his victory, he watched as the body of the man started to dissolve into thin air. He didn't want to lose his mind or get blown away. He just kept staring as he watched the wonder happen until there was nothing else to see again. He sighed when the earth became bare. There was no reason to keep getting surprised every time things like these happened. He was no longer a normal human being! As long as he has accepted that fact, then his shock frequency would be automatically disengaged. He tossed the gem into his mouth and started to chew it. It's just like he did the last time. It was the same taste and the same feeling. It was surreal as well as energizing. He shut his eyes as the energy traveled across his body. He could fe
Emerald City. Stephen stepped out of the elevator, walking into the hallway. He headed down the hallway. There was a man following him closely from behind. It was one of the men from the last location where Stephen had spoken to the family of the deceased. Stephen didn't stop until he got to the front of a door. He knocked on the door. As soon as the door budged from inside, he pushed it open almost immediately. "What can I do for you? Who are you?" The security man in charge of the operating room asked, taking a very serious stance. He was about to draw out his gun and aim it at Stephen, but even at that, Stephen didn't look like someone who was in distress or anything as such. "You might want to put that gun down and walk down to me!" Stephen snapped at the man, hardly taking him seriously. "I will ask one more time. I will be very polite this time, and after that, you will not have the right to blame me for deciding to mess you up." The man had cocked the pistol, and it was d
The security man was clueless as to what had just happened. The man has been watching the footage with Stephen ever since Stephen clicked on it. He really didn't see anything too special about the situation that would make Stephen yell at him. But because of the nature of the scream and the urgency in Stephen's tone, the security man turned around at the speed of a lightning bolt. "Mr Governor? Are you alright? Should I come in? Is that bastard being unfortunate again?" The loud voice of the manager was heard piercing through the wooden door. Stephen looked away from the man and back to the screen. He moved closer to the screen and watched closely. "No way." He muttered. He had just watched this video for the seventh time, and it was just ordinary. It was just like the lady had said. It was just as Linda had argued. He was about to look away earlier when he had noticed something strange happening in the video. Like a new detail was added to the video right in front of him. It se