“Poor girl, why is she alone?”
“Where are her parents? How can they be so irresponsible?”
Bystanders gossiped and finger-pointed.
Some of them turned their heads as if avoiding a horrific scene.
As Calvin drew nearer, his heart raced like a wild stallion within his chest, each beat echoing the tumult of his emotions.
Through the haze of panic and despair, he began to discern the outline of a figure sprawled on the unforgiving pavement, the stark contrast of blood against the pale surface sending a jolt of terror coursing through his veins.
There, on the floor, laid his sister, broken and fragile.
With a voice choked with dread and desperation, he called out his sister's name, the syllables hanging heavy in the air amidst the chaos of the crowd.
Anxious faces turned towards him, eyes wide with fear and uncertainty, parting like a hesitant tide to make way for Calvin's frenzied approach.
With every step, his lungs burned with the effort of drawing in air, his mind consumed by a singular, desperate urge: to reach Lizzie's side before it was too late.
At last, Calvin reached her, his legs trembling beneath him as he sank to his knees beside her motionless form.
With trembling hands, he reached out, his fingers brushing against her blood-soaked skin as he pleaded for aid, his voice a raw symphony of anguish and despair.
The once boisterous crowd fell silent, their fearful murmurs fading into the background as Calvin enveloped his sister's battered body in his arms. Tears streamed down his face unchecked, mingling with the crimson stains that marked her fragile form.
With trembling lips pressed against her forehead, he whispered words of desperate prayer, his heart splintering into a thousand jagged shards at the sight of her pale, lifeless face.
"Please, Lizzie," he pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. "Stay with me. Don't leave me alone."
Frantically, he sought any sign of life, his fingers trembling as he pressed them against her neck, searching for the faintest whisper of a pulse. And then, in a moment of both agony and hope, he felt it—a faint, almost imperceptible beat beneath his touch.
"Help! Somebody, please!" he cried, his voice cracking with urgency. "She's still alive!"
“Who dares step forward!”
As doctors and nurses rushed to Lizzie's aid, their urgent footsteps were drowned out by the cacophony of panicked voices. A sudden shout pierced through the chaos, commanding them to halt.
Startled, the medical staff turned to see Kevin striding arrogantly into the scene, his presence casting a shadow of apprehension over the frantic efforts to save Lizzie.
“Stop right there!”
With a disdainful wave of his hand, Kevin ordered the medical staff to stand down, his voice laced with contempt as he asserted his authority.
"This patient owes the hospital a significant amount of money. No one is to assist her until her debts are settled. Anyone who defies this order will be held personally responsible for her unpaid bills!"
The threat hung ominously in the air, paralyzing the resolve of the medical professionals who exchanged worried glances but dared not defy Kevin's command.
Calvin's fury erupted like a volcano, fueled by a primal instinct to protect his sister at any cost. Disregarding the potential consequences, he let out a guttural roar of defiance and charged at Kevin with unbridled rage.
His fist collided with Kevin's jaw with a sickening thud, sending the man crashing to the ground in a heap of limbs and pride.
The impact reverberated through the courtyard, momentarily silencing the chaos as Calvin stood over his fallen adversary, his chest heaving with exertion and righteous anger. A surge of satisfaction coursed through him, but it was quickly overshadowed by the grim reality of Lizzie's dire condition.
Ignoring the shocked onlookers and the groaning form of Kevin sprawled at his feet, Calvin turned back to his sister, his hands trembling as he reached out to cradle her limp form. Tears welled in his eyes as he whispered words of reassurance, vowing to do whatever it took to save her, regardless of the obstacles in his path.
"You! How dare you!" Kevin's voice thundered, his face contorted with rage as he struggled to rise with the aid of some guards.
"Get them out of here!" Kevin bellowed once more, his command echoing through the courtyard.
However, some guards hesitated, their hearts moved with pity for Calvin and his sister, their sense of compassion conflicting with Kevin's harsh directives.
"I said, get them out of here!" Kevin's voice cracked with fury, his eyes blazing as he reiterated his demand, unwilling to tolerate any defiance.
As the guards closed in on him, their hands outstretched to pull him away, Calvin's grip on his sister tightened with desperate determination.His eyes, blurred with tears of anguish, caught sight of a blood-stained piece of paper clutched in Lizzie's lifeless hand. With trembling hands, he reached out, his fingers quivering as he carefully unfolded the crumpled note.Each word on the paper felt like a dagger in Calvin's heart as he read Lizzie's final message. Her handwriting, smudged with blood and tears, conveyed a profound sense of sorrow and resignation.Tears flowed freely down Calvin's cheeks as he absorbed the weight of her farewell and apology."I'm so sorry, Calvin," the letter began, the ink blotched and smudged. "I can't bear to burden you any longer. Knowing I can't be saved, I've chosen to release you from the weight of my struggles. Please forgive me and remember that I love you always."Calvin's hands trembled as he clutched the letter to his chest, the weight of Lizzi
Upon arriving at the rundown apartment he shared with Lizzie before he married Alana, Calvin immediately put his newfound abilities to use. He starts preparing to operate on Lizzie with whatever makeshift tools he could gather. The dimly lit room became his makeshift operating theater, the urgency of the situation lending him an almost frenetic energy. "Stay with me, Lizzie," Calvin murmured, his voice a mix of determination and desperation, as he carefully positioned himself beside his sister's unconscious form on the makeshift operating table. With trembling hands but a steely resolve, Calvin began the intricate procedure, every movement precise yet fueled by an urgency born of love and necessity. The sound of his rapid breaths filled the small space as he navigated the delicate task before him, guided by instincts honed by the system within the golden amulet. As he worked, Calvin discovered an innate ability to channel his energy into Lizzie's body, a lifeforce transfusion of so
Kevin, seated across from Calvin, gave a subtle nod to Lucy, who wasted no time in carrying out her brother's silent command. With a forceful motion, she thrust the large brown envelope onto the rickety table before Calvin, the action underscored by her haughty demeanor."Sign it," Lucy demanded, her voice laced with contempt as she stared down at Calvin.Calvin's stomach churned with dread as he watched the envelope land with a heavy thud. He knew all too well what it contained—a legal decree signaling the end of his marriage to Alana. Despite the weight of the situation, he refused to yield, his resolve firm and unyielding."I've already told you, I won't sign it," Calvin retorted, his voice steady but tinged with defiance.Kevin's lips twisted into a scornful sneer, his eyes narrowing in disdain at Calvin's refusal. "Stubborn as ever," he muttered derisively, his tone dripping with disdain.As the tension in the room escalated, Kevin's gaze shifted to the nearby bed where Lizzie la
Lucy's voice sliced through the tense atmosphere, each word dripping with contempt. "You're just a foolish, stubborn man," she declared, her tone laced with venom. "Your stubbornness will be the death of your own sister." Her eyes bore into Calvin, accusing him of a grave sin without remorse. "Why Mrs. Perry chose you as her husband, even if it was just a contract, is beyond comprehension."Calvin's fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tight with pent-up frustration. "That's enough, Lucy!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the dingy walls of the apartment. His anger surged, a tempest raging within him as he struggled to contain his fury.In a swift and determined stride, Calvin approached the door, his movements fueled by righteous indignation. With a forceful push, he swung it open, his gaze burning with defiance as he prepared to expel Lucy and Kevin from his sanctuary.But as the door swung wide, a chilling presence halted Calvin in his tracks. Alana stood there, her posture regal
Calvin realized Alana's true nature and resolved to sever all connections with her. Despite rejecting her offer of money, he acknowledged her past assistance and chose not to seek revenge. Instead, Calvin opted for a path of indifference towards Alana and Kevin, deciding to ignore them if they didn't provoke him further. He saw no benefit in prolonging any animosity and aimed to move forward without dwelling on past grievances. As Calvin moved to check on Lizzie's condition, a sharp knock echoed through the room, drawing his attention back to the door. With a heavy sigh, he approached and swung it open, revealing the imposing figures of Beatrice Perry, Alana's mother and her cunning sister, Giana. Their entrance was marked by an air of entitlement, their presence commanding attention. “What do you want?” Calvin asked. He felt so tired of facing this kind of people that he cannot be nice anymore. Beatrice wasted no time in getting to the point, her voice laced with steel as she add
“Whoever you are, don’t interfere with our business. You are just a child, go to a playground or whatever!” Beatrice said.However, her reprimand was swiftly interrupted by the arrival of a striking figure—a tall, imposing man who strode into the room with an air of authority."You have no right to speak to my niece in such a manner," the man declared sternly, his voice brooking no argument."Leave this place at once," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. "You have overstepped your bounds."“You cannot make us leave!” Giana cried.“Bodyguards, you guys know what to do,” the girl said.The bodyguards walked toward Giana and her mother. Bob, their bodyguard, was also helpless.Enraged by the dismissal, Beatrice and Giana erupted in a flurry of protests.“Let us go! We can walk without your help!” Beatrice exclaimed.“Calvin, you will pay for this!” said Giana.“We will tell Alana about this! She and Kevin will surely avenge us!” Beatrice yelled again.However, Calvin
"Let's not delay any further. My grandfather's condition may worsen if we wait," Christina urged, her tone urgent as she glanced at the clock.Calvin hesitated, his brows furrowing with concern. "But what about Lizzie? She's still unconscious. I can't just leave her alone like this. She'll be bewildered when she wakes up," he expressed, his worry palpable in his voice.Christina nodded understandingly. "We'll call in the best nurses to look after her while we're away. And you can leave a note to reassure her," she suggested, her voice laced with reassurance.Terrance chimed in, his tone confident. "Absolutely. We'll ensure she receives the best care possible," he affirmed, his assurance aimed at easing Calvin's concerns.After a moment of contemplation, Calvin reluctantly agreed. "Alright, but please make sure we can trust the nurses," he requested, his tone cautious."I'll personally vet them," Terrance assured him, his tone resolute.Soon after, a team of nurses arrived at the apart
As Louis Johnson stepped into the room, his presence seemed to add another layer of tension to the already charged atmosphere. His resemblance to Terrance was striking, underscoring their likely familial connection. His furrowed brow and concerned tone suggested he was trying to make sense of the scene unfolding before him."What's happening here?" he inquired, his voice tinged with genuine concern as his eyes swept across the room, taking in the unexpected sight. "And why is there an unfamiliar individual in Father's room?"Nancy wasted no time in offering her perspective, her voice dripping with disdain as she addressed her father. "Father, Christina has brought this dubious individual here, claiming he can heal Grandfather," she explained, her skepticism palpable in her tone. "But Grandfather isn't sick; he's merely fatigued from the trials of old age."Christina, undeterred by Nancy's skepticism, immediately jumped in to defend her position. Her voice resonated with conviction as
As Calvin navigated the quiet streets, the stillness of the city seemed to echo his own sense of exhaustion. His hands gripped the steering wheel loosely, his mind drifting between thoughts of Lizzie and the uncertain path ahead. Suddenly, the silence was interrupted by a soft chime.[Ding!]The familiar sound of the system’s notification brought him back to the present. A faint blue light flickered on the small device attached to his wrist.[New Notification,] the system intoned, its voice calm and measured, a stark contrast to Calvin’s restlessness.“What is it this time?” Calvin muttered under his breath, keeping one hand on the wheel while activating the holographic interface with a quick swipe.The system’s screen illuminated his face as it began its explanation.[Dr. Hudson,] it started, [your recent accomplishments have brought you closer to unlocking the final legacy of your family. Only a few more points are required to access it fully.]Calvin’s brows furrowed. “Inheritance?
When Calvin arrived home, the weight of the past days pressed heavily on his shoulders. He didn’t bother turning on the lights as he entered, letting the darkness wrap around him like a familiar cloak. The house was silent, almost eerily so, but it offered the solitude he craved.His feet carried him automatically to the backyard. The moon cast a soft glow over the small garden, illuminating the simple headstone that marked Lizzie’s resting place.Calvin approached the grave and knelt down, his fingers brushing against the cool stone. For a moment, he simply sat there, the night air still and heavy around him.“I did it, Liz,” he said softly, his voice cracking under the weight of his emotions. “It’s over. San Wang is defeated, and the war is finished. Barrion can finally rebuild.”He paused, staring at the ground as memories of Lizzie flooded his mind. Her laughter, her courage, the way she always seemed to know the right thing to say.“I hope you’re proud of me,” Calvin whispered, h
Calvin’s journey back to Nooria was uneventful, but his mind was anything but calm. The weight of his actions in Bacca lingered heavily in his chest. Despite his victory, he felt no triumph—only exhaustion and the nagging thought that the peace he had brokered might be temporary.When the plane touched down in Nooria, the first thing Calvin noticed was the unusual bustle of activity at the airport. As he descended from the aircraft, he was met with silence—a heavy, anticipatory silence that made him pause.A crowd had gathered, and Calvin froze as he realized their eyes were fixed on him. Faces reflected a range of emotions: awe, gratitude, and disbelief. Some whispered to one another, others simply stared. Then, slowly, one person began clapping.The solitary applause rippled through the crowd like a spark igniting dry kindling. Within moments, the entire gathering erupted into cheers and applause, the sound filling the air with a roar of gratitude and admiration.“Calvin Hudson!” so
Calvin’s chest heaved as he faced San Wang once more, their weapons gleaming in the fading sunlight. The battlefield was eerily silent, save for the faint hum of San Wang’s blade and the rasp of Calvin’s labored breathing. The earlier clash had pushed both warriors to their limits, and the tension between them crackled like a storm on the brink of eruption.San Wang’s smirk returned as he lunged forward, his blade slicing through the air with deadly precision. Calvin parried, but the force of the attack sent him stumbling back. San Wang pressed his advantage, raining down a series of blows that Calvin barely managed to block. Each strike forced Calvin closer to the edge of the helicopter platform, where the abyss below waited hungrily.“You’ve fought valiantly, Guardian,” San Wang sneered, his blade locking against Calvin’s air-forged sword. “But your strength wanes. This ends now!”With a sudden twist, San Wang disarmed Calvin, sending his shimmering blade shattering into the ether.
The moment San Wang’s mocking words faded into the air, Calvin’s fury exploded into action. With a burst of telekinetic energy, he propelled himself into the sky, soaring toward the massive helicopter where the self-proclaimed king of Han Xin stood. The wind howled around him as he ascended, his figure a blur of raw power and determination.“Stop him!” San Wang barked, his voice sharp as steel.Elite soldiers poured out of the helicopter, their movements precise and disciplined. Each was clad in advanced combat armor, bristling with cutting-edge weaponry designed to neutralize powerful foes. But Calvin was no ordinary foe.The first wave of soldiers descended on Calvin mid-air, unleashing energy blasts from their gauntlets. Calvin raised his hand, the air around him thickening into a shield that absorbed the attacks. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the shield outward, a concussive wave that knocked the soldiers off their trajectory, their bodies spiraling toward the ground.Another
The air in Bacca seemed to hold its breath as the operatives formed a semicircle around Calvin, their weapons gleaming under the pale morning light. Dust swirled in lazy spirals around their boots, stirred by the slowing rotors of the helicopter that had just landed. Every soldier’s gaze was fixed on Calvin, but there was an edge of hesitation—none of them had ever faced an enemy like him.From the helicopter emerged a man dressed in a dark, impeccably tailored uniform. His steps were measured, calculated, exuding an air of authority that made the surrounding soldiers snap to attention. The man—Commander Yuan—wore a faint smirk as if he believed the battle was already won.“Guardian Calvin Hudson,” Yuan announced, his voice echoing through the desolate streets. “It’s an honor to finally meet you. Though I must admit, I didn’t expect you to come here willingly.”Calvin said nothing, his dark eyes scanning the operatives with measured precision. He noticed how their fingers twitched on
The sun had yet to rise when Calvin Hudson stepped onto the cracked pavement of Bacca. The air was heavy with the scent of decay and charred remnants of what was once a bustling, prosperous city. His footsteps echoed in the desolate streets, the sound amplified by the eerie silence of the ruins. Bacca, a city once celebrated for its strength and innovation, now lay in ruins—a mere shadow of its former self. Skyscrapers stood like jagged tombstones, their glass facades shattered, and the streets were littered with debris, a haunting testament to the destruction wrought by time and war.Calvin's gaze swept over the devastation, his heart heavy. The memories of the city's past vibrancy were fresh in his mind, a stark contrast to its current state. He hadn't come to mourn, though. He was here for answers—answers that only Bacca might hold about the Fountain of Health and the mysterious blue gemstones tied to its power.As he moved deeper into the city, Calvin remained oblivious to the sil
Calvin turned back to the old man, intending to ask, "Who are you, really?" But the words caught in his throat when he realized the wheelchair was empty.His eyes widened, and he quickly scanned the area. “Where did he go?” Calvin muttered under his breath. The space around him was quiet, filled only with the murmurs of volunteers and the soft groans of patients in the makeshift medical camp.He stepped forward, his gaze darting between the rows of cots and supply tents. “Excuse me,” he called out to a nurse passing by, her arms full of medical supplies.The young woman turned, tilting her head in curiosity. “Yes, Doctor? How can I help?”Calvin pointed to where the old man had been sitting. “Did you see the man in the wheelchair? The older man—he was sitting right there with me a moment ago.”The nurse frowned, her brow knitting in confusion. She glanced at the spot Calvin indicated, then back at him. “I’m sorry, Doctor, but… I didn’t see anyone. You’ve been sitting alone since I pas
The plane’s wheels screeched against the cracked runway as it landed in Nooria, a stark reminder of how fragile Barrion had become. Calvin stirred, his fatigue momentarily dissipating as he looked out the window. The sky was a haunting shade of red, the setting sun blending with the smoke that billowed from the horizon. Somewhere out there was Bacca, a place that had once been his home, now reduced to ashes by the relentless brutality of Han Xin.As the passengers disembarked, the air was thick with tension and the faint stench of burning. Calvin stepped onto the tarmac, his boots crunching against the gravel. His gaze immediately swept over Nooria—a city that once bustled with life, now turned into a fortress of survival. Armed soldiers patrolled the perimeter, their faces grim. Makeshift tents sprawled across the area, serving as shelters for refugees and field hospitals for the wounded.Calvin clenched his fists as he caught sight of the distant plumes of smoke rising from Bacca. W