After an hour of continuous harvesting, they both ploughed to the ground, resting their backs against each other; deep in the ant colony. Becky uncapped a vial and gulped it down, passed it to Draven "You want some?"
Draven said "Uh, what is this?"
"Recovery potion" she said with a smile.
"Oh, thanks" he drank down the remaining content. While his muscles were recovering, Draven checked his system notifications. Becky was busy typing her experience on the tablet.
[Mission: Accomplished]
Kill 100 Golden crustacean ants
Reward: Mystery Box (Silver)
Feeling apprehensive, Draven asked "A mystery box? What do you think I will get?"
Vernon flicked wax off his earbud, said "Anything, even a lump of clay"
"Clay?"
Vernon said "Yeah, that is if you are unlucky! But since this is of a silver grade, there might be something useful"
Vernon said "Do you want to open it? Yes/No"
Draven thought 'I don't
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Becky nibbed her tongue, and gently tilted his chin, as the light in her steady-fast and solemn greys pierced his dead blinkers. "Draven, do you trust me?" Hesitating for a while, he said "No" Anxious, she lightly squeezing his hand. "Why?" Gritting his teeth, Draven hesitated to talk. "It's okay… go on!" "I don't, because you are such a suspicious character" "Suspicious?" she blinked for a while, said "Even you are a doable stranger in my opinion?" Draven said "Then why did you offer those services?" She giggled. "Isn't it simple? I have liked you for a long time… from far" gazing to the sky. Humoured, he suppressed his chortle "How long?" "A year or two" she randomly said a figure, when honestly it wasn’t much. "Really?" he sized her, still suspicious of her intentions but thinking about it, he didn't understand why would someone want to be with a broke dude like him? She silently nodde
Becky suggested "Do you want to stop him?" while her body showed zero empathy, she yawned like she was watching a history channel. Draven gaze shifted from the scene to her with a devilish grin, revealing the opportunist in him. Reading his intentions, she sent back an equally cunning smile. like vultures, they sat back and watched the show. With another brutal kick to the ribs, the young man rolled from his oppressor. Leaning his foot on his belly, the brute said "Tell me where it is and I will spare your pathetic life" with a rife pointed to his head. An unyielding quality in his narrowed eyes shoneout of his battered body; his body was down but not his spirit. With his pettystrength, he cocked his neck and spat the man's face. Wiping the spit with a heavy palm and flicked it off his face with a grunt. "Hehe... is this your answer?" "I will never surrender it to you!" The brute grinned "Those are some words
Zeno's expression turned grave, snuffing out the tranquillity in the air with a princely aura as his eyebrows shot up. "What do you want?" Draven slumped against the chair, said "You know what I want" Shaking his head, Zeno said "Sorry, anything else but that!" Draven persuaded "Shouldn't you be grateful to your savoir for saving your priceless life?" amplifying his voice at the end. "How can I be grateful with these?" he said, frisking the cuffs behind him. "Touché. Anyway, I do prefer a formal discussion, to keep things fair!" Draven drank his bottle of water, with the suave of a cultured man. Crossing the distance with short strides. He bended and untied his wrists. "Ahem. What about my feet?" "I just felt it was a pain to untie it!" Draven said, showing his thick skin. "Whatever... much better" Zeno said, relieving his sore wrists. Draven walked back to this seat. "Excuse me, uh what happened to my clothes?"
While they were sneaking closer, Becky rolled her eyes at Zeno's clumsy footwork. Internally, she compared him to Draven 'Hmph. What an idiot? Is he even trying? Why can't he be like Draven and walk carefully? From my reports, Draven is only skilled in fire. But also shows promise in skirmish fights, tactics and combat power' 'Now I see why Master asked me to look after him. Master always has an eye for talent!' she thought, developing a better impression of Draven. Due to Zeno following the training regimen of his clan, he developed a robust and heavy body which is incapable to fight light and fast as it focuses solely on giving the practitioner high defence and strong offense. The only reason Draven was able to keep up with a seasoned assassin was due to the system, Vernon proposed him to buy a new skill called wind steps. *Beep* Draven opened the system. Becky Swanson +20exp Draven took a glimpse o
Thirty minutes ago, "Let's take a break" said a man, wearing a pale violet robe, with the letter 'r' on his right breast. He suddenly flashed to the tree top and materialized a mini box on the branch and walked through the tiny entrance. A group of men dropped their bags and equipment, resting their backs against the tree trunks. One of the men, wiped the sweat on his nape, said "Jeff! what's taking you so long? We should have already found the egg by now!" A teen boy wearing dark pants and sunglasses, busy typing on his floating tablet. Wave of his hand, a machine and a bunch of parts and tools hovered in the air, fixing it self, as he multitasked while trying to locate the phoenix egg with a frown. Jeff replied "Hilson, it isn't as easy as you put it to be. If I was to locate it in the city, it would be pretty easy! But here in the wild, teaming with beasts it is much harder to locate it!" The dumbest muscle head of the group, Gus said "Are
The timer ticked off, seconds past through the scope. Creeping behind the outer sentry, she unsheathed her daggers and took cover in the foliage. Once the guard walked closer, like ghost she came and disappeared, leaving behind a corpse in her path. And then soon killed the last guard, she went around the perimeter. Through the walkie talkie, she said "Took care of the back, Mr. D!" "Good job!" Draven replied. She jumped up the tree and leaped into another tree with ninja feet. Once close to her targets, the com buzzed on her forearm. 'Ten seconds already! Hmm... more training!' She pulled the blasters from her thighs, jabbed the safety off and fired a couple of shots. Heads exploded, splattering blood on a nearby woman, she screamed "AAAHH! "Enemy attack!" "Fire!!" They armed themselves, searching for the shooter. She fired a shot and kill another, this time gaining their attention. Blowing her gun, she grinned 'Hehe. Bingo th
Time ticked through the screen and the com beeped. A hand, switched off the timer and sprinted through the wildlife, before kneeling near his hiding place. Seeing the men, scanning the ground with long sticks. Zeno expression turned grave. 'I thought Becky and Draven drove them away! Shouldn't my job be the easiest?' he sighed, kicking the dirt. Alerting one of the men, he loudly whispered "Hey, Rob! Did you hear anything? I think someone is behind this tree?" Glancing at Zeno's tree, solemnly he nodded in agreement and quietly treaded closer to where Zeno was. Zeno said to himself "Screw this shit! How can I call myself a member of the Brazantun family if I am scared of getting caught?" His body shinned as bright like the sun and jumped out with a loud battle cry. "AAAHH!!" His heavy, ton like body, clashed on the cleared ground, sending tides of dust across the enemy's camp. Unflustered, they dropped their detectors and unstrapped th
While Draven was busy with the impenetrable clunk of metal, Becky on the other hand, successfully diverted their attention. She was skirted through the landscape from her pursuers with a cunning smile, she leaped into the sky and threw bombs and with a bang, the ATV overturned and exploded into bits. Drawing her gun, she shot down the survivors and jumped to a higher ground, she unloaded gun parts on the branch. With quirky hands of a trained militant, she assembled them into a futuristic version of a machine gun. She loaded the strip of cartilages and clicked the gun twice, to check if the safety is secure and crouched underneath. Her hands itched to pull the trigger as she saw the incoming enemies, taking a deep breath, her visage sharpened. And like a sharp-edged blade, she fired. Plasma rays fell on them and like a hot knife, it went through the metal and killed the driver and the passengers. With a grunt, she turned the nozzle to the other vehicl