In a moderately quiet restaurant, the afternoon hummed with comforting sunlight. The atmosphere felt bright and inviting, yet in one corner, two individuals exuded an air of seriousness.One of them was Zack White."So, my dear winner, came to meet you?" The woman asked, her presence stifling as she spoke."She didn't come to me. We met by accident as we have the same target," Zack replied, his gaze involuntarily studying the woman's face.She had been providing system items to him for free, making his progress easier despite his tribute system being suspended.He looked at her with a mix of awe and intrigue."What's intriguing about her is that she always claims she doesn't have any clue about the tribute system, denies being a user, and labels all the system items she possesses as her research items. What a peculiar woman," he thought inwardly, feeling curious whenever he interacted with her. "I don't know what game she's playing, but it's obvious her system was suspended too. She w
Back to Zemo and Zanjo, they still looked perplexed by the sudden news that Zack would be meeting them today."Shall we go?" Zanjo said, pacing back and forth."Are you stupid? We're here to catch him. Why do we have to go? To hide?" Zemo responded, appearing more calm and composed compared to his brother."But Zemo, what if Zack doesn't want to do this at all? What if–" Zanjo began."Enough with your 'what ifs.' We've already discussed this. Don't take his side," Zemo interrupted, pushing his hair back from his face.Zanjo could only swallow his words, unable to voice his concerns.He watched as his brother gathered all their men in the hotel lobby, preparing them as if for war, instructing everyone not to give Zack a chance to retaliate."Shoot him immediately," Zemo instructed coldly after showing Zack and Kale Justinbaste's picture to his men."Don't let your guard down, Zanjo. This will end smoothly if he comes here with his original face or the face we know," he said."I underst
In the luxurious surroundings of the Royal Eleanor Hotel, Drake and Eleanor Chwe were enjoying a peaceful evening together on their balcony, indulging in a lavish dinner and engaging in light conversation about their respective days.While Drake found himself at ease, Eleanor and Lucille seemed less content."How was your day, Ely?" Drake inquired, his tone gentle."Not great," she replied. "Spent most of it in tedious therapy sessions.""Ah, I see," Drake said, relieved. "But it'll be beneficial for you, Ely. Just take it one day at a time.""Fine," she huffed, pouting. "And you?""Just the usual at BellRox Corp," Drake answered casually."Dealing with shady characters?" Eleanor muttered under her breath."What was that?" Drake asked, failing to catch her words."I said, I bet you were just flirting with Lucille there the whole time," Eleanor retorted, her tone tinged with sarcasm."What are you saying? I was just working," Drake replied with a playful smile before leaning in to peck
The memories of Lucille witnessing Drake Chwe kill and store his own mother inside his storage space took her breath away for a moment.She trembled as she gasped, “These memories…”Whether it was because Lucille had become a tribute system user or because Drake was revealing more of his true colors, the resurfacing of her suppressed memories was the least of her worries, she needed to survive!Lucille’s body trembled in fear as she realized that the person in front of her was extremely vicious and terrifying.“He… he killed his mother too,” she stuttered.“What?” Drake asked irritably, knitting his brows. He stepped closer to Lucille, unable to understand her mumbling and puzzled by her sudden terror.“D-don’t come near me!” she exclaimed, her eyes welling up with tears.“Are you scared that I’ll scold you? You shouldn't have stopped me if you were going to be this scared,” he sighed. The aggravation he felt moments ago dissipated as he watched Lucille trembling pitifully in front of
"You… Both of you… what are you?" Zanjo quivered, hugging his brother's remains tightly as he backed away from Drake and Lucille. "Surviving the fire is already a miracle for me, but..."He continued to tremble, his eyes wide with disbelief, as he stared at Drake and Lucille."How… how did you do that?" he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. "Jumping from the 20th floor... surviving the fire... it's impossible."Drake smirked, his demeanor unapologetically confident. "Let's just say we have our ways," he replied cryptically.Lucille stepped forward, her expression gentle yet firm. "Zanjo, we understand this is difficult to comprehend. But there are things beyond our understanding, things we can't explain with logic alone."Zanjo shook his head in disbelief. "But... but I saw it with my own eyes. You both... you’re doing something extremely impossible.""Sometimes, the truth is stranger than fiction," Lucille said softly. "But right now, our priority is keeping you safe and finding
"What did you say?" Zanjo's tone bristled with offense as he confronted Drake.Drake's hands moved in a slow, mocking clap, his expression a mix of amusement and annoyance. "I said, Are you some kind of saint? Sprouting forgiveness like it's your job?"Zanjo's gaze remained fixed on Drake, his irritation evident. "I'm no saint, Drake," he responded evenly but firmly. "I just refuse to let hatred consume me. I still hold onto the belief in redemption, even for someone like Zack."Drake's features hardened, his frustration evident in the set of his jaw. "Redemption? After everything he's done? Zanjo, you're being naive. Zack is a lost cause, and we need to make him pay for his crimes."Zanjo shook his head, his resolve unwavering. "I can't join you on that path, Drake. Revenge won't bring back the ones we've lost or heal the wounds Zack has inflicted. I choose to believe in the power of forgiveness."Drake's eyes flashed with anger, though he quickly masked it with a forced smile. "Suit
The night after Drake and Lucille hastily departed from the Royal Eleanor Hotel, Eleanor promptly instructed Cedric, the spy hired from Bigas’s agency, to discreetly tail them without Aunt Ling and the others catching on. Cedric shadowed them smoothly until they reached the KHG Hotel, but lost track as soon as the two entered."What do you mean you lost them?" Eleanor queried in a hushed tone, tucked under her covers on her bed, ensuring Aunt Ling remained oblivious to her activities.“They suddenly disappeared in the crowd,” Cedric responded, equally puzzled.Eleanor sighed, releasing her frustration.“Find them or at least investigate why they went there. I want to know why they resorted to lying to me.”“Yes, madam.”Eleanor concealed her burner phone under her pillow before sitting up cautiously. Her toe barely touched the floor when the door connecting her room to Aunt Ling’s room swung open.“Privacy is really not a thing for her,” she grumbled.“What is it, miss? Do you need som
Eleanor seethed with anger towards Zack White. She had buried her resentment, believing Zack to be dead. Yet, the revelation of his survival, concealed by her own brother, reignited a fierce fury within her."How could he hide this from me?" Eleanor's voice trembled with frustration as memories of Zack's deeds flooded her mind—the pain he had caused her and her brother. She had thought she had moved on from the trauma he inflicted.But now, with Zack's existence confirmed, her feelings resurfaced with a vengeance. Rage stung anew, cutting deep into her heart."I trusted Drake to be honest with me," Eleanor muttered bitterly. "But he kept this from me, just like he kept so many other things hidden. How could he do this to me?"Her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms. Anger and hurt pulsed through her veins, overwhelming her senses. She struggled to contain the whirlwind of emotions raging within her, feeling as if her world had been turned upside down once again."T