Novels by Wulan ews

“Odrik, hit the manual override on the left, now! Don’t just stand there looking at my mustache!” Ravelk screamed, his voice echoing against the titanium shutters.Odrik Veyl didn’t move. His pistol was still aimed square at Ravelk’s chest. “You’re Morthan. The kid who’s been breaking the city all day. Why shouldn’t I just let the security system take you out?”“Because if I die, this whole wing goes up in smoke and you’ll be the guy who lost the Heart of the Void because of a grudge!” Ravelk lunged toward the control console, ignoring the red laser dot dancing on his forehead. “System, tell me I have enough points to not get shot right now!”[ Alert: Host has 2,300 Misfortune Points. ][ Suggestion: Spend 400 Points to trigger ‘Magnetic Interference’. ]“Do it! Just do it!”A sudden, sharp hum filled the air. Odrik’s high-end tactical pistol jerked in his hand, the metal barrel twisting toward the floor as if pulled by an invisible giant.“What the hell? My gun!” Odrik barked, strugg

Ravelk hit the cool night air, his neck stinging and his heart racing. He had escaped the law, but he had a feeling he had just walked into a much tighter trap. He ducked into a dark alleyway two blocks from the club, leaning his forehead against the cold brick.“System,” he rasped, his voice cracking. “Can you at least stop my neck from itching? It feels like there’s a damn hornet under my skin.”[ Note: The tracker is a physical object. The System does not interfere with the ‘Gifts’ of your fans. ]“Fans? He’s a psycho with a hobby in human tagging,” Ravelk muttered, rubbing the small, hard lump at the base of his skull. “Fine. Whatever. Just give me a status update. How much time do I have before the Bureau figures out I didn’t jump off Zhaevik’s balcony?”[ Alert: Investigation Bureau resources are currently diverted by a ‘Localized Power Surge’ near the Lux Aeterna. ][Recommendation: Spend 200 Misfortune Points to acquire a ‘Temporary Disguise’ from a nearby thrift bin. ]“Two h

“Ravelk Morthan! This is the Investigation Bureau! Stand down and keep your hands where we can see them!”The voice through the megaphone felt like a physical weight, pinning Ravelk against the cold brick of the alleyway. He looked at the tactical teams advancing, their boots crunching on broken glass, and then at the blue screen flickering in his vision.[ Warning: Misfortune Balance is overflowing. ][ Current Event: 'The National Manhunt' is being intercepted. ]“Intercepted?” Ravelk wheezed, his hands still raised. “By who?”A sudden, sharp thwip echoed through the alley. A canister landed between the Bureau’s sedans and Ravelk, hissing violently. Within seconds, a wall of thick, acrid grey smoke billowed upward, swallowing the headlights and the shouting agents.“What the—? Gas! Get the masks on!”“Move, move! Don’t let him slip away!”From the fire escape above, a man dropped down with the grace of a predator. He wasn't wearing an Investigation Bureau uniform. He wore charcoal t

“Deyvor! Get out of there! Now!”Ravelk didn't wait for a response. He lunged across the mahogany desk, grabbing the older man by the lapels of his expensive wool suit.“Morthan? What the hell are you...”“The floor, Deyvor! Look at the floor!”A jagged fissure snaked across the polished marble, moving with the speed of a striking cobra. The low groan from the building’s bowels escalated into a shrieking metallic tear.“Move!” Ravelk roared, hauling the stunned CEO toward the secondary exit just as the heavy crystal chandelier above them decided it no longer wished to be part of the ceiling.CRASH.The office was swallowed by a cloud of pulverized plaster and dust. Ravelk and Deyvor tumbled into the hallway, the sound of the 'Unscheduled Demolition' echoing behind them like a dying beast.“My office… my entire wing…” Deyvor coughed, waving a hand through the thick grey haze. “Ravelk? You still alive?”“My ribs say yes. My sanity is still debating it,” Ravelk wheezed, leaning against t

The smell of antiseptic and cheap hospital coffee still clung to Ravelk’s clothes as he stood before the towering glass facade of the Kain Corporate Plaza. His left leg was stiff, the "stabilization" from the System having fused the bone back together, but leaving a lingering, ghostly ache that reminded him of the fruit cart’s impact.He checked his watch. He was exactly three minutes early.“System,” he muttered under his breath, adjusting his collar to hide the bruising on his neck. “Status.”[ Current Balance: 1,000 Misfortune Points. ][ Note: Physical recovery is currently at 85%. Residual pain is a gift. Enjoy it. ]“Yeah, thanks for the advice,” Ravelk whispered.“Are you talking to yourself again, Morthan?”Ravelk turned. Standing at the entrance was a young man in a crisp, overly-tailored suit. His hair was slicked back with enough gel to withstand a hurricane, and he held a leather briefcase like it was a holy relic.“Jorvek,” Ravelk said, his voice flat. “I see you’re still

The humid air of a mid-July afternoon clung to Ravelk Morthan’s skin, thick with the smell of scorched asphalt and cheap street food. He stood on the corner of 5th and Main, his fingers trembling as they brushed the worn fabric of a jacket he hadn’t owned in a decade. The cacophony of the city, the rhythmic thrum of engines, the distant siren, the chatter of a thousand lives swirled around him like a fever dream.“Hey, watch it, buddy! You’re blocking the flow!”Ravelk blinked, turning to see a man in a rumpled suit glaring at him. “Sorry. My bad. Just… lost my head for a second.”“Yeah, well, lose it somewhere else. People got places to be,” the man grumbled, pushing past him.Ravelk looked down at his hands. They were smooth, devoid of the jagged scars he’d earned in the Wastes. His reflection in a nearby shop window confirmed the impossible: he was twenty-two again.“Is it really today?” Ravelk whispered to himself. “July 14th?”“Hey! Ravelk! You alright, man?”A familiar voice mad