Novels by Musa Ahmad

Boomer stood with his arms crossed, the arrogance on his face almost tangible. His voice boomed across the park, filled with pride. "I am one of the top 10 System Bearers in the world! Don’t get cocky, kid," he barked, his grin never faltering as if he expected Barlor to back down just from hearing his rank.Barlor didn’t even flinch. He eyed Boomer up and down, unimpressed. "Cocky?" he said, his tone sharp with disdain. He clicked his tongue, his arms crossing over his chest as he straightened up. "You’re the cocky one." His gaze didn’t waver, making it clear that titles and ranks didn’t intimidate him.Boomer’s grin twitched, clearly not used to being talked down to, but before he could respond, Barlor shot forward, closing the gap between them. They clashed again, fists flying, each hit reverberating through the park like mini-explosions. Boomer swung his fist, a brutal haymaker aimed straight at Barlor's head, but Barlor dodged it effortlessly, his dragon scales shimmering as he n

As Barlor stood in the alley, watching Vax disappear into the shadows, a sudden realization washed over him. He wasn’t alone. Dozens of people crowded at the alley’s entrance, their faces lit up with awe. Phones hovered in the air, recording every moment of the duel he’d hoped to keep under wraps. His brow furrowed, and his wings twitched slightly as his eyes scanned the sea of glowing screens. The whispers had already begun to swell, rippling through the crowd."Is that... Barlor S’roar?" one person murmured, their voice brimming with excitement."Did you see those flames? Golden and black... like something out of a myth!" another said, their phone raised high, capturing the last moments of the spectacle.Barlor let out a low, frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair as he dropped to the ground, sitting with a thud. His dragon wings folded neatly against his back, but the tension in his posture made it clear he wasn’t pleased with the attention. "Well, so much for keeping thi

Barlor's expression shifted, his usual lighthearted grin turning serious. He eyed Vax with newfound respect, his amusement fading as he straightened up. "Ever since I awakened, this is the first time I’ve felt even a twinge of pain," he admitted, his voice carrying a weight that hadn’t been there before. His eyes narrowed as he looked Vax over, sizing him up as if realizing for the first time that this fight might actually pose some challenge. "You're good."Vax’s confidence faltered for a brief moment, a crack in his usual calm demeanor. He took a step back, his grip tightening on the hilt of his sword, eyes flicking toward Barlor’s glowing scales. His lips parted, but he hesitated before speaking, as if trying to brush off the growing tension. "What are you, some kind of monster?" His tone was playful, but there was an edge of real concern in his voice that he couldn’t quite hide. Drops of sweat trickled down his forehead, betraying the strain it was taking to keep his composure.Ba

Yeah?” Barlor said nonchalantly, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Maybe you should have taught your Vice some respect. He attacked a defenseless Blank inside a Dungeon Gate and left him for dead. What kind of example is that?”Vax's expression softened a little. “I admit, Manny was wrong,” he responded, and Barlor was taken aback by Vax's unexpected reasonableness, making him slightly uncomfortable. “But you didn’t have to destroy my base and hurt my guildmates to deal with just one person.”Barlor shifted his stance, feeling a flicker of guilt. Perhaps he had overreacted. “You’re right,” he acknowledged, rubbing the back of his neck. “I could’ve handled it differently. I’m not perfect, and I sometimes let my anger take over.” He met Vax’s gaze. “So, what happens now? Do you want an apology, or are you here to prove a point?”“No need for apologies,” Vax replied, his expression turning serious once more. “This is about honor and justice.” His voice was firm. “I challenge you to a duel. I

Barlor’s shout rang out through the courtyard, filled with fierce determination as he lunged at Manny, delivering a single, devastating punch. The impact was brutal, echoing like thunder as it connected with Manny’s face. The force of the blow sent Manny flying through the air, twisting and turning like a ragdoll caught in a storm. Dust and debris erupted around him, swirling chaotically as shockwaves rippled through the ground.Barlor didn’t hesitate. He propelled himself into the air, effortlessly hovering above Manny’s airborne form, a predatory gleam in his eyes. As Manny reached the peak of his flight, Barlor descended, slamming him back down with a force that shook the earth beneath them. The ground exploded into a crater upon impact, debris scattering everywhere and sending the surrounding knights reeling.A heavy silence fell over the Garrison Whites who remained conscious, their faces frozen in shock and disbelief. Manny, one of their esteemed commanders, had been defeated so

Manny felt a surge of determination as he activated his System, the power coursing through him like wildfire. Without hesitation, his regular clothes evaporated, replaced by a full suit of Crimson Red Armor that shimmered with an intimidating brilliance as it settled over his body. The armor, with its sharp edges and intricate designs, pulsed with energy, radiating an aura of menace.“Crimson Armor!” he shouted, his voice booming and echoing through the courtyard. The Garrison Whites roared in approval, their excitement palpable as they formed a semicircle around him, eager to witness the impending confrontation.Barlor simply smiled, his gaze unwavering as it locked onto Manny’s. He stood his ground, not flinching, not taking a step back. The confidence radiating from him made the onlookers uneasy. Some began to murmur amongst themselves, questioning Barlor's sanity.“He wants to challenge a Vice?” one whispered in disbelief.“Pft, Manny will wipe the floor with this Blank,” another