Cory was clueless. He had no idea what to do at this moment. He couldn't choose his action. But then he knew that he would have to make a quick decision. This flood of people was flowing towards him in crazy currents. He wasn't sure if he would be able to withstand the impact. He had a choice, of course. He could decide to put up a fight and beat them all up. That would be quite a cakewalk for him. These people that he was looking at were just random men and women. They didn't look like trained martial artists. But then again, when he thought about it, he realised that it would be lame to act based on impulse. Why would he want to beat these people up? What have they done to deserve it?Although he could see that they were charging at him, yet he didn't think that was a good reason to beat them up. A random thought zoomed across his mind, too. When he had accosted the old man who had beaten up, he had thought that it was a random old man. Could this be the same situation? Cory tho
Cory remained in that position for a while. He was choking. If these people continued in this fashion, then he wouldn't be able to guarantee what would happen to him next. He could decide to use one percent of his powers and throw all of them into the thin air. But wouldn't that make him more of a vallian than the hero they had painted him as?All of a sudden, sirens were heard blaring in the direction of the scene. When the sirens got to the people, they slowly started to pull away from Cory, turning in the direction of the noise. About five vehicles of cops drove into the estate and stopped right at the spot. Cory could now heave a sigh of relief as he saw this. Although he had no idea who called the cops, he would be willing to appreciate the thoughtful decision of such a person. "Attention everybody." One of the cops started to speak into a static radio. "Words got to us that unknown group of adults invaded the peaceful Eagleville estate, creating chaos and disturbing the pea
Cory's gaze shifted from the Sheriff to the voice that had just interrupted. There was a middle-aged man standing behind the sheriff. The man took two more steps and was now standing next to the sheriff. As the man exchanged greetings with the Sheriff, Cory looked closely. The man looked quite familiar. Cory was sure about this, but he couldn't really place where he knew the man from. He tried to rack his brain for a while whether or not he would get a catch, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't reach the answer he was craving for. "You must remember me." The man offered his hand to Cory. "Please excuse me." The Sheriff turned around and returned to the vehicles. At once, the vehicles left the premises. Cory could now concentrate on the man. He was staring at the hand of the man that had been stretched, seeking for a shake. He didn't take the hand. He tried to make another attempt whether or not he would recall from where he knew the man. "I don't mean to be rude,
Cory was shaken to the very depth of his bones. He was heavy from deep inside. He could feel fear creeping from deep inside of him, crawling out to make a patch on his skin. The sight his eyes had held was so terrifying that he didn't want to look at it again, but he wouldn't be able to ignore it. It was very disturbing and uncomfortable. There were two deep holes in his nape. The holes were fresh and very pink. There were clots of blood lacing the corners of the holes. It would seem as though a machine had drilled two hollows into his neck. The pain intensified by the second. Cory didn't know what to do. His mind was blank. His head was heavy, pounding! Yet he couldn't choose the right decision. He tried to clasp his palm to the wound, but he couldn't keep the palm there for long. His neck had become sticky, and his palm was almost glued to his nape. The fear deepened as he realised that the situation was literally getting worse. He would have to do something. He needed to come
"Cory." Elaine called his name, but he wasn't seeing her. His gaze was fixed on the man who was standing next to her. The man who was wearing a silly smile. The smile really disturbed him as he stared at the man. He felt something deep inside of him stirring up. He couldn't tell what it was yet, but he was certain that it was affiliated to rage. "I wanted to come tell you that Mara is awake. I didn't want her to go through the stress of coming all the way here. If you want to see her, you can come with me now." Elaine said to him. Cory stepped out of the living room. He still didn't give Elaine a glance. He grabbed the man by the chest, fisting his cloth. He began to push the man away as he led the way. "Cory!!!" There was urgency in Elaine's voice this time. She had no idea what the matter was. She didn't think she knew the man whom Cory had just grabbed. She didn't want to assume the situation. She turned to see Cory pushing the man away. She almost tripped and fell because o
Cory found the question very strange, but his fist was still in the air, hovering over the face of the man. A part of him wanted him to believe that the man was pulling a prank on him. But then again, when he thought about it, why would the man want to pull a prank?From the look of what happened a few minutes ago, while he was choking the man, the man was laughing and unbothered. This means that the man didn't see Cory as a threat. If the man does not seem him as a threat, then why would he be trying to pull a prank? A prank to stop Cory from punching him? When can he just beat Cory up?!These series of questions almost burst the head of Cory open. He developed a severe headache in the midst of this. "Arggh!!! Don't try to fool me!!!" He growled, deciding to bring the fist into the face of the man. His fist went through the air. He couldn't punch the man. He didn't! He wanted to. He made an attempt to! He followed through with the action, but he didn't punch the man. His fist did
Cory stopped when he saw Elaine looking around for him. He noticed that she was on a call. He didn't move for the next few seconds. Although he was staring at her, yet there were a couple of things going on in his head. Regarding the villain, Cory believed that he was close to understanding what was happening, yet it also felt like he was still very much clueless. He was lost in the train of thoughts. Point in time, Elaine turned around to see him standing in the way. She started to hurry towards him. There was a great mud of concern splattered across her face. "What happened just now?" She asked as soon as she got to him. "I was just staring at you a few moments ago, and then you were gone. Like you vanished. What's happening, Cory? Where did you come from again? I just turned away from this direction. You were not here." Elaine argued relentlessly. Cory understood that her argument was very valid. He shouldn't be making her worry this much. But then, when he thought of it again,
Anna was fuming in utmost rage as she paced the living room. Cory was at the open bar of the space. He was pouring some glasses of wine. Anna couldn't make herself stop. She kept pacing. It would seem as though she was trying to lose weight with the manner at which she was stomping and moving. Cory finished pouring the drinks and returned towards her. He walked straight to one of the couches and settled in. Settling in, he placed the stem of one of the glasses on the glass table and sipped from the other one. Anna stopped in her tracks all of a sudden. Her eyes were red now. Her cheeks were plain. It would seem as though her cheeks handed over the red duty to the eyes. She glared at Cory, who was still drinking the wine. Cory finished drinking and then placed the empty glass on the table. As soon as he did that, Anna started to stomp towards him. Cory didn't realise what was happening yet. He was still savoring the sumptuous taste of the resplendent and timeless wine. By the ti
Anna could not understand what was happening. She had stepped to the front, away from Cory, to look closely at the man walking towards her. How could this be her father? She was about to lose her mind. At this point, she had no idea how she was still able to hold up her peace and not go nuts. This was just enough to make her question her sanity. "What's happening? How could this be ---" Anna turned to the back to ask Cory. She suddenly choked on the words. Turning around, Cory was nowhere to be found. It would seem as though he had vanished into thin air. She quickly rushed back into the hut to look for him but she couldn't find him. She ran outside again. She didn't know what to make of all these that were happening to her. She really did wish that she would have an explanation for it. "Did you see him walk out just now?" Anna asked her father, who had stopped walking right in front of the door of the hut. Lord Theo shook his head softly, taking a deep breath. The man slowly p
Anna choked so hard on her breath that she almost passed out. She had no idea what was happening or what had just happened. She couldn't wrap her head around it, let alone make a meaning of it. But it was real. She could see it right in front of her. There was someone who had just been sliced into several pieces. "Father..." She was having trouble rolling those words over. She couldn't even move closer to the corpse. The head was still hanging in the air. Thud! The head and neck dropped on the floor. She flinched, almost sprouting some unknown wings. She should move forward and touch the corpse. She should fall on the pieces of her father and weep her eyes out, but she couldn't. This was just way too much for her to process. She was trying to understand how this was possible in the whole wide world. How could it ever be possible?She could recall openly that she had left her father back at the mansion. The old man couldn't even move an inch, let alone get to her. She could see
Anna was lost in the moment and couldn't place her own emotions, not even after she had climbed into the car. It was a cab, and Cory had just hailed at the cab. What had just happened in the building was still very much fresh in her mind. There was no way she was going to throw that away or be distracted from it. She took a glance at the corner of Cory's face. Then, the glance intensified, graduating into a keen gaze. Cory, on the other hand, was staring at the front. It would seem as though she was not even there. "Are you not going to explain it to me?" She asked him eventually. Cory still would not look at her. She didn't want to act as though this meant nothing to her. She hated the fact that Cory was ignoring her. She knew that she could not force the words out of his mouth. He had to be willing, else her worries and questions would forever remain unattended to. The manner at which Cory was staring, Anna could deduce that there was something else on his mind. Although they
Anna was lost in the moment. She was just wailing over her own troubles and worries when a sudden voice had come out of nowhere. The back figure of the person walking away from her looked rather too familiar for her to ignore. In fact, she didn't have the luxury of ignoring anything at this point. How could she? Her door had been locked perfectly, and there were even men standing watch outside of the door. She didn't even hear the door open, let alone feel a presence until the words hit her. The recurring facts that ran all over the incident made her push her body up in the bed, as now she was kneeling in bed. "Cory?" She was skeptical as she called his name. She wanted to be sure that she was able to place her confusion and get squared up with the main matter;The real situation was the fact that someone familiar was in the room with her and had asked her to leave with him. Cory hesitated at the door and then turned to look at her again. When their gazes met, he saw a whole la
Standing in front of the heap of dead warlords, Cory shut his eyes and took in all the air of victory around him. He had to be sincere with himself. There might still be a lot of spiritual figures out there in the open waiting to cause another havoc or rain another wave of terror. He had never had any reason to be scared of them. Although one of the reasons why he had come to the island was just to be wary of them. Right now, after killing all these warlords, he couldn't help but come to a conclusion that even if he was running from trouble, trouble would still find him. Henceforth, the determination to carry on with this new level of task overwhelmed him. He had unintentionally unlocked another realm and phase of challenges that he could never let anyone else figure out except himself. All his life, he had learned how to keep such big secrets. How could he be referred to as the Immortal Dao if he didn't know how to be exclusive with some of the things that have been haunting him
Lord Theo, who was already exhausted from the errands and worries affiliated with the plot they were carrying out, raised his head slowly to look at his daughter, who was fired up by what she was saying. "What are you talking about, Anna? Please go back to bed. You need it." The man dismissed causally as though he had expected her to be up by now. At this point, Anna really didn't know what to feel. She wished that she would be able to choose her feelings, but she couldn't. There was a great measure of disappointment in what she was feeling at that moment. And there was something else, too. Something which she couldn't really reach. She wanted to sigh, but because she was huffing and puffing, she was even having a hard time catching her breath. "Answer my question, father." Her voice became even louder this time. She was trying to make it obvious to him that she wasn't here to joke around. She was here to talk about and review what was bothering her the most. It would be a great
Anna's eyes slowly opened. When her eyes opened, she felt fatigue, a pool of fatigue washing all over her body. She shut her eyes again to be certain what the problem could be. She slowly opened her eyes again, confiding in the act of precision and timing. Yet the feeling lingered. The fatigued remained. If there was anything, it even became heavier. She tried to roll in bed to the other side, but she felt extremely weak. She had no idea what was happening to her. Rolling on her stomach, she tried to heave her body to a comfortable position, but nothing seemed to work for her. She fell back on her face in bed and started to grunt. "What the hell is happening to me?" She muttered, seeking to understand what the problem might be. The moment when she rolled from one end of the bed to the other, things were beginning to ease gradually. The fatigue and weariness were beginning to wear off. This time, her mind was clearing out gradually. There was a room in her mind to house as many w
"We must go right away." One of the senators stood up and was headed towards the door. "I'm sorry we can't." The doctor suddenly stepped into the way of the senator. The senator looked so offended and pissed out of his mind. He was staring at the doctor as though the doctor was a piece of garbage who ought not to stand in his presence, let alone lift his gaze to look at him. He scoffed and turned to look at the rest of the senators behind him. "What the hell is wrong with these minions? Is it really our fault that we have indulged them and made them feel so comfortable in our midst?" The senator sounded very judgemental as he rolled those words out. He really didn't care that the doctor could hear him. The senators didn't care about anything at all. They don't care about other people other than themselves. As long as things are going their way, they wouldn't care less to do whatever they thought to be okay. "Now, move out of my way before I rip you into shreds!" The senator thre
Linda and her father were as still as a hill. They couldn't even make a sound. They couldn't see each other. Talking about seeing, Linda's eyes were drooping over her breasts at this point. It seemed as though the poison continued to lower the thread of the eyes down and down until perhaps it would get to the soles of her legs. This really didn't matter to her yet because the room was too dark for either of them to see each other. Before they were looked inside this room by the two hefty henchmen, they had seen clearly that it was super bright outside. It was noon. How come when they were locked in here, it was extremely dark? They had not been taken to an underground location. In fact, the underground location they had just come from was well lit and brighter than this. Although she couldn't use her eyes well, Linda could still tell this much that this was a very dark room. "Why is it so dark in here?" She asked her father, looking in the only direction she could afford. Down.