The group stopped in front of the door; Draven walked in. Breaking his consciousness from the system, he found himself in a music studio, devoid of instruments.
Internally, Draven commented "That's it! Screw this shit!" and selected aura suppression of the second level.
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Draven's hand created a wisp of fire, it swirled around his body, creating an armour of fire. He charged with a flame in his hands. The ground quaked, an earth wall sprouted from the ground.
On the wall, earth spears randomly shot from its surface.
Draven twisted his body and ducked while dashing forward. He spread out a screen of fire, holding the spears.
"He is a level 3 too" someone exclaimed.
"Focus"
A boy with a blue mohawk walked forward and dispersed the heat, he mimicked Draven's power. And covered half of his body in flames.
"Interesting. Let's see how much can you copy, Hehe" Draven grinned, he sent a flying fist
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Next day, Draven was about to hop on the bus before him His com chimed, he paused his feet and took a look. Reading the text, a delightful smile grew on his face. Hello Draven! What are you up to? He tapped his com, ready to send his reply. A hand pulled his arm around, he turned and gasped. Mischievous smile hung under her glittering fiery hair. A breeze passed by, elegantly swayed her denim skirt, her arms crossed below her white blouse, as she cutely held it secure. Earning an approval grin from Draven. Natalia giggled. "Hi" Draven sent her a generous smile. "Didn't you text me just now?" "Yes. Why, is something wrong?" Natalia said, her lashes batted in anxiousness. Draven said "No... Who wouldn't like to have your company?” Natalia said "Good" she hugged him and ended with interlocked arms. "So, where you going?" Natalia asked. Draven said "The Hunters Association" Nata
Streetlights dimmed to the awakening sky, necitizens paced the walkways, jostling in and out of the outlets; as hover cars descended and rose off the timelees city. London. He hit the button; the elevator took him to the top floor. He passed through the doors with a duffle bag on hanging below his shoulders. Entering the lobby, he steered to the reception. The receptionist beamed, overstepping the lines of professionalism. Instead of the usual honorifics. She said "Good morning, Draven" Draven arched an eyebrow, replied "Good morning. Ugh... Miss?" "Tanesha. Call me Tanesha!" She stretched out a brown hand. "Oh, Tanesha" he shook her hand. "Uh, is there anything I can help you with?" Tanesha said. Draven said "Ah, yes. I would like to register myself for the inter gym contest" "Wow, I didn't expect you to join so soon! she tapped her palm on the table. A white screen popped up, displaying the rules and statement
Outnumbered and outgunned, Draven gritted his teeth and sat down for now, as the thugs observed him like vultures locking their sights on its feeble prey. Draven scanned his surroundings, mentally marking the bouncers hidden within the crowd. The man opposite of him, leaned out of the purple neon light. Under the flickering club lights, streaks of red lights fell on his white hat and leopard print, silk shirt, unbuttoned, showed the shimmering, thick gold chain on his muscular chest, underneath his white blazer. Pairs of gold burnished rings, sparkling on his fillet fingers. He smirked, resting a hand on his chin, said "I am Misty Eyes, leader of the Night Raiders" speaking from a seat of arrogance and dominance. Draven focused his sight, coldly said "So, what do want from me?" Misty Eyes said "Nothing... by the way boy is that the way to talk to your executor..." narrowed his fierce eyes, hinting his serious threat. Draven grunted; hi
Just when time clocks in, the bell rings, the students sighed, after a stertorous maths test. Draven leisurely strolled to the cafeteria, totally unaffected like his peers. He whistled, with his hands folded behind his head. 'Hmm. What will I get? Passing grade, maybe five out of twenty or a zero.' Walking by his side, one of his classmates asked "Hey Draven, do you know the answer to question no. three?" Draven replied "Sorry, mate. I don't!" Hien said "What? If you don't know then..." Draven said "Nah. If I don't know, it doesn't mean that nobody knows? Someone must have gotten it right!" "Yeah, maybe." Dejected, Hien replied, since just like Draven, he was also outcasted by his classmates. While they walked, Hien left his side, and sat alone on the loser’s section, full of low levels. Even though Draven was a weakling, he refused to associate with them, for it was an insult to his self-esteem.
Cyclists sprinted through the streets, Draven leaned against the street lamp, near the bus stand. He synced an earbud to his com, suspiciously his eyes darted for eavesdroppers. He dialled a number. It beeped until; the person answered. "Hello" said a coarse voice. Draven said "Hello Tony, I want to take a week off!" Tony replied "Why?" Draven said. "Something has come up!" "Where are you going?" Vaguely, he responded "Home. Friend's home" Tony said "Well whatever, just get back soon!" "And..." Draven arched an eyebrow "And?" Tony blurted "Hahah... don't forget to beat your stinking ass. Haha!" "Yeah, yeah." Still breathing on laughing gas, Tony said “Kid, call me when you get back! Oh, and send me a picture of your busted..." Draven's mouth twitched; he ended the call. Vernon chuckled at the fate of his greedy host. A minute later, Draven put his camper bag around
While hiding, Draven fidgeted, his fingers tapped the blades of grass. He suggested "Can we just go down?" Karisa said "What if they are thieves?" Draven smirked. "If they are, I will just pound them." "How can you be so... thick headed? You could get killed!" Draven slyly said "How about we make a bet? 1000 bucks that I can make it back here in one piece!" Karisa exclaimed "Are you out of you mind?" "No, just an opportunist. And no, I never planned on leaving you! Then wouldn't you feel lonely, without me" Draven winked. Her face darkened, gritting her teeth. "Fine. Go do what you want! I don't care anymore!" Shamelessly, Draven asked "And the bet?" "Take your stinking money" she said, throwing a cube worth thousands of credits. "Thank you, Bye babe!" Draven chuckled and the moment he stood up; a hand grabbed his arm. Shocked, he said "Hey, what...?" Her clutched hands trembled; emotions flicker
After Draven conversed with Vernon. "Excuse me, Malcolm. Can I take a chance?" Malcolm turned to the voice; brows pinched his forehead. He said "Draven, are you sure, you want to fight two tier 2 beasts all by yourself?" finding it absurd, a silent chuckle escaped his lips. "Yeah, I want to see how far I can go!" Draven replied. "Don't you know it is dangerous?" Malcolm said. "I don't think so!" Draven shrugged his shoulders. "What do you guys think?" Malcolm said, aiming to coerce him to a safer path. Tracy stuttered "Uh, I think... Draven is right only... if" clutching her pants. Picking up where Tracy left off, Karisa said "I also agree with Tracy! That we should go with him and hunt them. I am sick and tired of hunting only tier one beasts." Malcolm pensively held his chin, said "Okay. And you Liam?" Liam answered "I don't know. But I think Draven might be strong enough to handle them." "Isab
Silently they travelled with full minds, still in disbelief. Even with the evidence of his domineering slaughter in their storage bags. Draven leisurely strolled ahead, like he was taking a field trip. Tracy mouth opened and closed, she said "Draven, are you sure you don't want them?" "Hmm... Yes, there is nothing I can do with them. I already got their cores!" Draven said, glancing the tablet in his hand. "Uh... Don't you know their parts are still valuable, we can trade them for credits or some tools or make a weapon out of their claws." Internally Draven scoffed, why would he want a tier 2 beast weapon when he has a tier 7 sword. Draven replied "No. I don't need them. You can have them!" "Are are you sure?" Tracy said, concealing the delight in her almond eyes. "Yes. I can always hunt some more. Or maybe a better one, like a tier three or four?" Draven said, adding a layer of humbleness to cloak his desire of hunting a tier 7 beast.