Novels by visk

‎‎The return to Black-Water Ridge under the cover of the pre- mist was done with a quiet efficiency. Thirty-four transport wagons, now loaded with Abyssal-Iron chains and confiscated armaments moved across the sand without making a sound.‎‎In the lead carriage Felix Thorne sat with an expression. His hands, able to channel powerful magic were now still because he was in shock. His financial and spiritual world had been turned down.‎‎Beside him Orin Clay remained still. The air inside the carriage was warm and steady thanks to a device inside Orins chest.‎‎[SYSTEM UPDATE: REVENGE WORKS]‎‎[SOURCE: SEIZURE INVERSION (IRON VANGUARD LIQUIDATION)]‎‎[MATERIAL ASSETS RECLAIMED: 300 UNITS HIGH-TIER RUNIC BARDING 280 DEEP-IRON MASTERSWORDS]‎‎[ESTIMATED VALUE IN CAPITAL CURRENT METRIC: 48,000 HIGH-GRADE SPIRIT STONES]‎‎[VOID SEED EVOLUTION PARAMETERS: MARKET DOMINANCE AT 24.8%. REQUIRED FOR LEVEL 4 INITIALIZATION: 30.0% REGIONAL MONOPOLY.]‎‎"Your sister Iris will have received th

‎The transition from a problem to a big threat required more than just strong weapons; it required complete control of the supply chain.‎‎In the three days after the removal of the Core-Breaker, the square of Black-Water Ridge stopped looking like a wild frontier town. Under Orin Clay’s planning it had been completely rebuilt into a very efficient distribution center. The messy collection of iron-sheet shacks was cleared away. Replaced by organized stone sorting areas where raw ore, Cryos-Crystals and refined zero-resistance bars were sorted, labeled and packed according to detailed logistical plans.‎‎Orin stood on the upper level of the administrative building looking out at the long line of transport wagons stretching toward the northern horizon. The Universal Archive System worked quickly its blue data arrays showing across his pupils in clean steady columns of logistical calculations.‎‎"The supply chain is getting stable Orin " Maren Vance said, stepping onto the level behin

‎The air in the plaza of Black-Water Ridge did not just get cold it actually broke.‎‎Malakor, the Core-Breaker was a weapon made by the Ministry of Justice. He spent a lot of time learning how to use a kind of power that breaks things from the inside out.‎‎Malakor had a suit that helped him do this. When Orin Clay stepped into the area where Malakor was the chains on Malakors arms started spinning fast. The purple light coming from his mask got really bright. Made a shockwave that picked up the stones from the ground and held them in the air.‎‎Malakor said to Orin "You talk about spaces and missing sounds but everything has a special sound that makes it vibrate. If your center is empty I will just make your body shake until it falls apart."‎‎The chains came at Orin. He did not move. He just kept looking at Malakors mask with his silver eyes.‎‎[INCOMING HOSTILE FREQUENCY DETECTED]‎‎[AMPLITUDE: FATAL TO STANDARD BIOLOGICAL TISSUE.]‎‎[COUNTER-MEASURE PROTOCOL: ABSOLUTE ELEM

‎‎The journey into the Cryos-Chasm was a test of planning and supplies.‎‎While heavy rain pounded the surface above turning the black sand into a slippery mess the inside of the newly found crack remained eerily quiet. The only sound was the ring of iron pitons being driven into the frozen rock and the steady hum of the Level 3 Void Seed on Orin Clays chest.‎‎[ENVIRONMENTAL RECONNAISSANCE: COMPLETED]‎‎[SUBTERRANEAN DEPTH: 114 METERS. INTERNAL TEMPERATURE: -18°C.]‎‎[ATMOSPHERIC DATA: HIGH DENSITY OF CONDENSED CRYOS-VAPOR. LIQUEFACTION INDEX: 82%.]‎‎[RESOURCE ALLOCATION PROFILE: CRYOS-CRYSTAL VEINS LATTICE STABLE. PURE ELEMENTAL MATRIX RETENTION: 99.4%]‎‎Orin stood on a platform lowered by heavy pulleys from the surface. Next to him Maren Vance adjusted her grip on her broadsword, her breath in the dim blue light. The chasm walls were made of translucent ice sheets, behind which thousands of jagged Cryos-Crystals grew.‎‎"It's beautiful " Maren said, her fingers tightening

The extraction of a Stage 5 Earth-Core Grandmasters essence was not a thing. To the twelve bronze-plated guards standing at the southern edge of the Black-Water crossing it looked like the laws of nature were being changed by the pale nameless youth standing in the mud.Orin Clays bare palm was still touching Master Sols iron breastplate. The Core Devour Matrix inside his chest was humming fast it could be felt rather than heard. It was like a vacuum that was pulling everything in. The dense brown rock-like spiritual energy that had defined Sols cultivation for forty years was not just disappearing. It was being pulled out violently.It was being drawn along the silver pathways that went from Orins fingertips up to his collarbone. Sols massive chest was heaving, his fingers clawing at the stone bridge tearing his nails against the rough masonry. The vibrant glowing earth runes on his iron plate armor were fading, turning a chalky white as their energy was completely used up.[CORE DEV

The wind on the volcanic ridge did not scream it whispered, taking the heat from the blood of the men standing there.Five men from the Sol Syndicate held their swords tightly their bronze armor shining in the faint silver light coming from Kian Frosts new spear tip. The destruction of their machine had left a hole in the ground throwing pieces of copper and iron all over the black sand."You have a lot of guts to get in the way of our work boy," the leader of the Sol unit said. His name was Boros, a man with a face of old burn scars from working in the sulfur mines. His power core was pulsing with a green light that showed he was good with poison. "This area belongs to Master Sol. If you move things across the sand without permission it is against the rules. You will lose your things and your life."Orin Clay stood still his hands in his pockets. To the men he looked like a kid. A pale weak boy who was not a fighter and did not have any special powers.. To Orin Boros was just a simpl