Novels by Ugo Lee

The rugged man with tattoos who sat across the box voiced out as he couldn't stand Everett's nonstop whispers with the skinny man."Shut up already!"Everett shifted his gaze to the man whose face was already bright red in anger."I recognize this guy's face. He is one of the characters I designed in the Aero game. Why did I have to be in the same truck with an asshole like him? Could this get any worse?" Everett pondered internally with a pissed-off look as he remembered the personality he gave this particular man in his game.And the personality was that of a murderer. In short, this particular man didn't value human life."The characters in the game are beginning to appear one by one. First it was Mr. Daniel, which I created after being inspired by DDD himself; second is this rugged thug named Vodka." Everett mused, with his fingers rubbing his chin in contemplation as he crawled back to where he once sat."Vodka shouldn't have appeared until level three, but for some reason, he is

Everett swiftly turned around after hearing the man's words, and he saw the monster now inches away from him. Unable to move out of the way, Everett lifted up his right arm, and the monster sunk its find into it and caused blood to be drawn.Everett screamed in pain as the monster bit his arm and kept clenching its fangs, attempting to bite it off. Everett screamed in pain as he swung his arms around and was able to knock the monster off and sent out a kick that struck the head cleanly and killed the bastard.Everett pamted heavily while glancing at his arm that was injured and bleeding. "Dammit. I got bit by a Demo Pox. I'll definitely turn. Goddamn it!" Everett panicked as he fell on his knees and shifted his gaze to the rest of the group as some of them were getting eaten by the monsters, while some were trying their best to survive.Even the Perilous military were out of bullets and began to fight with their fists and blades. With them running out of bullets, some of the militar

Everett's eyelids began to lift open slowly as he regained consciousness. Finally fully awake, he examined the area he found himself in. It seemed like he was in the back of a delivery truck with several other people.What they all had in common was the chain binding their hands."Shit. I have been captured by the perilous military," Everett intoned as he quickly understood what was going on.In the Aero game he created, during level one, if the player fails to complete the level within a certain time, a powerful group of soldiers known as the perilous military would appear and abduct the survivor.The military is known as operatives of the government in the game, a group that captures avatars and forces them to complete missions for the government to earn points and rank up.What surprised Everett the most was why the perilous military arrived way before the level one even ended. They were supposed to show up at the end of the level to conclude it and begin a whole new level, but for

Everett swiftly grabbed a wooden table and dashed forward. When the lizard was about to bite his head, Everett shoved the wooden table into its mouth, causing it to bite the table instead of Mr. Daniel.The lizard crushed the table instantly with its fangs and shifted its gaze toward Everett instead of Mr. Daniel."Damn it," Everett gulped as three giant lizards surrounded him with nowhere to run. "Mr. Daniel, let's figure out a way to escape!" Everett glanced at where Mr. Daniel had been standing, only to find him running away, leaving him behind."He seriously just left without me? That scumbag! After I risked my life to save him, this is how he repays me?" Everett exclaimed, his blood boiling with anger as he watched Mr. Daniel run away.SLASH!While Everett struggled to figure out how to escape, one of the giant vicious lizards lashed its long, razor-sharp tongue toward him, slashing his chest and sending him flying.Everett flew across the room until he landed on a wooden desk, b

"All I need to do now is to not act exactly how I play in the game, but to think like it is the real world and my life and everyone else's life depends on it. So if you are ready to follow my lead, then I might just be capable of saving you and a few others." Everett spoke up with a determined look.Mr. Daniel nodded his head in affirmation. Even if Mr. Daniel created The Blood Battlefield game and the Aero game was inspired by his game, the Aero game was still very complex and tougher than the Blood Battlefield. Everett did well to make each level tough with little odds of survival.Unlike many other survival games that make levels one to ten easy so players could get a handle on the game.The Aero game doesn't seem to work that way. The real deal begins from level one, and even though Everett was the creator, he still died several times while playing this particular level.Surviving will be really tough, but he knew he had to do it because a timer would soon appear. A timer of five

"That's impossible!" Mr. Daniel exclaimed as he shifted his gaze back to the gruesome scene happening downstairs. His expression wasn't the one Everett was expecting after he had just told him something that sounded crazy.The expression on Mr. Daniel's face was one of shock and disappointment. It was almost as if he was expecting this, just not expecting it to be this way."No, the code was supposed to make my game dominate yours and then, with my game dominating yours, it would have enough power to clash with reality and make the Blood Battlefield into the new reality. But somehow, your code was able to dominate mine, and now your game, The Aero Game, is a reality!" Mr. Daniel grabbed his head, with buckets of sweat trickling down his face, and his white suit was now drenched in sweat.A puzzled expression appeared on Everett's face after hearing Mr. Daniel's words. It was almost like he was talking gibberish."What do you mean? I don't understand!" Everett questioned."There's no t

Ash and smoke still clung to their clothes. The city above buzzed with chaos, emergency lights, collapsing news feeds, encrypted Consortium alerts blinking across every hidden channel.Zane, Elen, and Cain lay low in a decaying observatory on the city’s edge, the old dome cracked and filled with rusted telescopes. No cameras. No drones. Just silence. Elen stared at the static flickering across a handheld monitor. The signal from Myles had gone dark ten hours ago. No confirmation if he escaped the blaze, or if Rae Avenir’s men had silenced him.Cain paced. “He should’ve sent something by now.”Zane sat against the wall, legs stretched, eyes dull. “He was laughing when we ran. That man didn’t expect to live.”“No,” Cain said, stopping. “But he expected to be heard.”Zane's jaw tightened. “And they buried his voice.”Elen turned to face them both. “So we raise it louder.” Zane’s gaze slowly lifted to hers. A spark returned.…That night, a click echoed in the room. One of Cain’s traps h

Rain poured like knives on glass. The city groaned under thunder. Lights flickered. In a dark corner of the Lower Grid, inside a forgotten hotel basement, Zane and Cain stared at a map lit by candlelight.A red circle marked one name. RAE AVENIR, First Circle AnchorCain whispered, "She’s not just any First Circle. She funds the Whisper Halls. She owns the assassins."Elen paced beside the map, rubbing her arms. "She’s holding a gala. One week from now. A mask-only affair. Even board members need codes to enter."Zane’s eyes narrowed. “Then we crash it.” Cain looked at him. “Not just crash. We torch it.”…They needed access. But Rae Avenir's systems were off-grid. Only one man could bypass her firewalls: Dr. Myles Dreeve, a washed-out genius who once built code for the Protocol.They found him in the ruins of Sector 12, drunk, muttering to rats. Zane crouched beside him. “Myles. We need you.”Myles looked up with bloodshot eyes. “You're the heir, huh? The boy who thinks he’s fire. F

The air was sharp the next morning. Zane stood at the edge of the Clockspire ruins, watching the city breathe below. Sunlight hit the tallest towers. The elite moved like ants in gold-plated cages. But the people on the streets, the forgotten, the watchers, moved with a different rhythm. They were quiet. Careful. Like they knew something was coming. Behind him, Cain and Elen sat in silence.Cain spoke first. “You dropped the cards. That means war.”Zane didn’t turn. “Then let it come. I won’t play their game.”Cain walked beside him. “Then you better learn a new one. Fast.”…That night, the three of them moved into a safehouse deep in the lower city. It was hidden behind a fake scrapyard. Underground. Dusty. Cold. But safe.Elen worked fast, rerouting comm lines, burning any trace of their location. Cain mapped out what he called the "Shadow Network."A web of secret ties between Consortium board members and something older, deeper than anyone knew.Zane listened. And then, he made

Night covered the city like a heavy coat. Zane sat alone in the backseat of a plain black car. It moved quietly through winding roads, climbing toward the upper districts. His fingers tapped against the red card Cain had returned to him.One week. That was all the Council gave him. Find Cain. Learn the truth. Or die with him.But how do you find the truth when everyone is hiding something?…The car stopped before the dark stone steps of the Consortium’s oldest tower, Stonehall.Two guards opened the doors. Sylra was waiting at the entrance. Her face was unreadable. “They’re expecting you,” she said.Zane followed her inside. The halls were colder now. The air smelled of old paper and iron. Every step felt like walking into a trap. “Why here?” he asked.“Because this is where it all began,” she answered. “The first Protocol. The first betrayal.”They entered a long chamber. It wasn’t the Council’s usual meeting room. This one was smaller, narrower, with only six chairs.Zane frowned.

The sun rose slowly over the manor’s tall towers. But for Zane, the light did not bring peace.He stood in the garden at dawn, staring at the small tree his mother once planted. Its leaves were brown now. The roots had grown around the stone path like fingers holding on to old memories. Sylra stepped into the garden quietly. “I know where he’s going,” she said.Zane didn’t look at her. “Cain?”She nodded. “There’s a place deep in the Ashmoor District. Off-grid. No cameras. Old base for the Silent Faction. He’ll go there next. He wants you to follow.”Zane ran a hand through his hair. “What if it’s a trap?”Sylra shrugged. “It is. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t walk into it.”…Ashmoor was nothing like the world Zane now lived in. There were no golden gates or polished walls. Just steel, smoke, and silence. Old warehouses leaned against each other like drunks. The air smelled of burnt oil and rust.Zane walked through narrow alleys, dressed in a simple jacket and cap. No guards.

The mansion was quiet when Zane returned from the Silent Room. Too quiet.He walked slowly through the long marble hallway, his boots echoing in the dark. He held the red Protocol card Cain had left him. It felt warm in his hand, like it was pulsing. Alive.His twin brother. Real and dangerous. Zane’s mind raced with questions. Why did their mother hide Cain?Why did Cain want to burn the empire? And who were the real enemies Cain spoke about?Zane stopped at the hallway mirror. His reflection stared back, eyes darker now, face older than before. Just a few days ago, he had been cleaning floors. Now, he was holding a card that could change the world. But the world wanted him dead.…When Zane finally reached his room, Sylra was already waiting inside. She stood by the window, arms crossed. “You went alone,” she said. “To the Silent Room.”Zane blinked. “You knew?”She nodded once. “We always know. But we let you go.”He didn’t ask who we were. Not yet. “I met someone,” Zane said. “My