Novels by Impartial Cleverest

Meanwhile, Nolan quietly leaned over on a luxurious car. He was now donned in a white sleeved shirt. Nolan silently analyzed what had happened to him and Jessica. The five men had proven to be highly skilled professionals in disguise and deceit. Nolan analyzed his actions and pondered if he'd did the right thing.He'd have prevented this entire incident from escalating and becoming this intense, if only he'd taken actions prior to when he'd found out that the taxi driver was acting suspicious. However, he refrained from doing anything, trusting in his judgement.Nolan would've also been able to stop them when they arrived in front of the abandoned factory building, where the group had parked their Jeep. But, he also didn't want to expose himself too soon, hoping not to alert the other perpetrators that had instigated the abduction.What had it caused him?Jessica had almost died because of his judgement to exercise cautious. She was also almost being defied by those bastards. He knew

Stan being in a state of reprieve—having been on the receiving side of Nolan's devastating punches—he was very cautious with his words, so as not to offend this extraordinary figure with a mysterious identity, crouching beside him.Previously, before the clash with Nolan, Stan had deduced three hypothesis regarding underlining mysteries behind Nolan's true identity.Firstly, he theorized that Nolan was also from an opposition faction as powerful as theirs, aiming to target their Black Serpent organization's core members, using Jessica as bait to lure them out. However, after facing off with Nolan, he ruled out this possiblity simply because Nolan was just too powerful to be a member of some random secret organization. Based on his rough calculation, he estimated that Nolan should be as powerful as their boss.The second hypothesis stemmed from Nolan's close relationship with Jessica. Stan had deduced that Nolan might actually be a skilled professional mercenary hired by Jessica's fami

With a halt, the footsteps seized, driving the interior of the abandoned factory building into a state of profound silence.The figure peered his gaze forward and around him, taking in the sight of his wounded, broken, and battered subordinates lying hopelessly on the cold concrete floor and covered in their own blood. Their faces swollen and purple.A quiet sigh escaped from his lips as he shook his head dismissively. He averted his gaze from his subordinates, and shifted the focus of his attention towards Nolan, who was crouched on the ground beside the unconscious beautiful woman. He was shirtless—revealing his well-groomed upper body.“To be able to take down all four of our highly skilled subordinates? You're definitely not an ordinary pauper, right?” Stan's deep voice reverberated inside the dimly lit interior of the abandoned factory building. A cold luster of pure killing intent flashed within his gazes.“So tell me? Who exactly are you?” He eyed Nolan with a hostile glare. Hi

Inside the abandoned factory building!Nolan arrived inside the abandoned factory building just in time to witness Ben strangling Jessica with his bare hands. The thug seemed to have completely losed it, determined to end her miserable life short. His eyes consumed with frenzy, his face contorted into a deep frown of disgust.The former taxi driver had an ugly look of panick and disappointment etched on his face. One would wonder why he felt disappointed? It was because Ben didn't allow him have a taste of the beautiful woman's plump and gorgeous body, before immediately trying to kill her.But at some point in time, the look of disappointment etched on his face gradually disappeared, replaced with a look of excitement and anticipation.‘What does it matter if she's breathing or not? Ah, I'm already very excited seeing her like this right now.’ The former taxi driver giggled softly as he said. His long tongue licking his dry lips, and a sinister grin plastered across his lips, making

The battered thug scrutinized Nolan for some seconds before adding, “Although, we portray as a mere street gang on the surface, but underneath we're more like a secret organization carrying out the dirty works for the powerful families gathered here in Aurora city.” The thug said proudly. His indication was very clear as day! Nolan shouldn't mess with them. And, that their secret organization possessed backings from wealthy and influential families, as well as the fact that they possessed quite a few powerhouses within the ranks of the secret organization.‘They know about the ranking system?’ Nolan was taken aback for a second, however, he didn't delve too deep into the thought. ‘You’re quiet a talkative for someone who's in such a dire state. Have you always been this way?’ Nolan lampooned inwardly, a wide smile spread across his lips.“Why did you abduct me and my friend?” Nolan spoke with an inquiring tone.“Heh! Who cares about a nobody like you? We were only after the pretty

The two men attired as street thugs were taken aback momentarily when they saw Nolan advancing towards them with a nonchalant demeanor. “Is this dude crazy? I guess he's not scared of dying after all. Heh!” The first thug said with a slight chuckle.“He probably thinks that we're some bunch of amateurs. Let's have fun messing this guy up for good. Then we can kill him and dispose of his corspe in the sea so that the fishes can feast on his dead body.” Added the other thug with a quizzical tone. The two of them suddenly lunged at Nolan, fists tightly clenched as they prepared to give him the beating of his life.A pleasant smile crept up on Nolan's lips, he stopped in his tracks, watched them plunged towards him, and balled his hands into a tight fist. His fingers digging into his palm, his knuckles whitening, and his vains bulging out. He took a fighting stance awaiting the first wave of their assault, all while remaining relatively calm and composed.The first wave of their assault

Carl was stuck between a crossroad. He had to make a decision between living and becoming someone he doesn't want to be, or dying and upholding his pride and honor to the very last moments of his life.Does he want the System? Yes, he did. He felt like he could grow stronger if he had the System. But, did he want to become the saviour of the world, a hero of humanity? That was where his doubts steamed from. He wasn't fit to be called a Symbol. Not after the numerous humans he had killed in the battlefield during the great war in his past life. Was he even fit to wear the body of a human?Carl was confused, however, he reminded himself that his goal was to protect the people around him and to save the world if it needed saving. It wasn't to become a Symbol, neither was it a means to try and deceive himself.It was to rip the massive benefits that came from the System and grow stronger, exponentially. And he was against this whole notion of maintaining one's pride and honor.“I ac

"You did well, boy. Are you alright?" Carl suddenly heard a deep voice speak to him. He gradually lifted his battered face, he was graced with the figure of a young man donning a red spandex fabric and a pair of black modified goggles. "Where are you hurt? Can you stand? What is your name?" Carl had never been so happy to see a person dressed in a spandex suit as he was right now. He felt elated. Indeed heroes were Symbols of Hope to people like him. "Yes. M–my name is Carl." Carl said politely. "Good. Carl, I want you to take the kid and run as far as you can. As you can already see, I am outnumbered. But I should be able to buy you enough time to escape. We've backups on their way so there's nothing to be afraid of, Carl." The Hero said confidently. "Okay." Carl struggled to his feet, he picked up the unconscious girl—she had passed out when Vilewolf wanted to eat her. He then resumed running, ignoring his injuries and the pains that washed over his entire body. A gap was gra

Carl also blamed himself everyday for not being strong enough to protect the people around him. He blamed himself for being weak. For being human. The only way he could come up with a possible solution was if he restarts everything in a different world. There was another wave of people rushing towards his direction. Carl watched as they stumbled over the cold floor, picked themselves up and dashed away. Those that weren't quick to stand up were stepped on by those behind them. The sight was brutal but Carl didn't flinch. Carl was prepared to die today.And just then, he spotted them. The Villains. All three of them. They were heading towards him in the direction of the flowing crowd. Their steps unhurried, sending slight tremors to the earth as they stepped. Their figures were unveiled from the chilling embrace of darkness immediately they walked into the range of the artificial illuminations.They stood at a height of three meters tall, with sharp eyes of that of a feral beast, a s

Carl laid face down on the bare cold floor of the alley completely battered. He had bruises under his clothes and a few broken ribs. Peter and his gang had thoroughly roughed him up so much that he nearly passed out, he could barely stand on his feet. He just laid there on the floor feeling utterly beaten… hopeless even. The cold biting through his pale skin. He had tried to cry but only pained groans escaped his throat. He tried to turn but moaned instantly as the pain overwhelmed him, but he didn't stop moving his body, until he was able to face up. Carl's condition had changed for the worse ever since he reincarnated. He had read a lot of fictional novels from this world where people from other worlds who got reincarnated, were reborn, overpowered in another world. They receive all the perks that would aid them in surviving their new world. Some of them get to see a sexy and hot blonde goddess who showers them with divine gifts and equipment, and sends them off with a warm sm

12 years later! A boy was returning from school. He steps, hurried. He strode through the streets at a fast pace, as though he was being chased. The black-haired boy with dark brown eyes, donned a dark blue uniform with gold stripes running down its edges. He suddenly broke out into a sprint as if trying to shake off his pursuers. He was panting heavily and noisily, his chest heaving up and down at an incredible rate. The black-haired boy quickly took a sharp turn through an alley almost losing his balance. But he was used to this kind of situation, there was no way he was going to stumble over the cold floor. He ran through the alleyway, a shortcut…? Or probably a tactic to shake off his tail. Having almost gotten to the exit of the alley, he took a quick glance behind him. There were two boys chasing after him relentlessly. The boy had a surprised expression etched on his face. But it wasn't because he was bothered that the boys were catching up to him. The gap between t

It was dinner time the next day, that the door bell finally went off. Carl and his father were seated at the dining table while his mother was busy moving the food from the kitchen to the dining table. "That must be him." Jason Reed, Carl's father said, as he stood up from his seat and left to answer the door bell. Carl just watched, a hint of curiosity piqued his eyes. "Wow, you actually made it." Jason said immediately he opened the door. "Well I couldn't miss it for the world. It's just as you said, 'it all depends on the moment we decide to take the first step', and that's exactly what I want to do. And besides, this kids need a symbol of inspiration. I want to become a better godfather… and grandfather." Steve said in a deep voice, a bit of emotion evident in his indifferent expression. He stepped aside, revealing a little girl beside him. She looked timid and shy, and was clinging on to the edges of his suit, tightly. The little girl had a nicely kempt blonde hair, blues e

"Oh my goodness. That man just came out from the ground!" Mr Parker exclaimed. He was filled with astonishment, at the same time he was deeply terrified. "W-Who the heck are you people?" He found the voice to question. Receiving no answers, he looked at the boys besides him. They weren't frightened, they were calm, and he could sense the glamor of hope emitting from their faces. 'How come they aren't afraid? Is he the good guy? If so, does that mean those three are the bad guys.' Mr Parker inclined to himself. He had solved the entire equations of questions hovering around his head, with the theories from novels, or movies. A certain point of a movie where the bad guys appear, and the hero makes a dramatic entrance. But he still mumbled to himself, wondering if his theory was accurate. "Even if this is the same scene. This isn't a novel nor is it a movie. This is real life. So, how did that man come out from the solid floor? Or are my eyes deceiving me?" Still floating on the valle

Vincent, Brian, and Henry and his goons were immediately summoned to the principal's office. Mr Parker was unhappy, because of what he had witnessed. "How dare them fight inside the school premises!" He said to himself, feeling really upset. He had listened to their pointless explanations, without gaining a single clue to what they were insinuating. From his perspective, he felt that they were fooling him just to get away with what they had done. And he, who he was going to punish for the incident was..."Vincent, how dare you and Brian assault a fellow student. A senior for that matter. It seems like you two now feel like you're above the school's rules and regulations." Mr Parker promptly said. "But sir.." Henry wanted to speak, but he was quickly interrupted by their principal."No buts, Henry. You and your colleagues acted out of self defense. Brian assaulted you first. So now you may demise yourselves. Leave me to these troublesome two." He responded, referring to Vincent and

At the wonder ville subway station, the train had just arrived, braking to a stop, as it erupted a rumbling sound to the atmosphere. People were already at standby, waiting for the doors of the train to open. And when it finally did, they waited for the passengers to get off, to make way out of the train, so they could board the train. As the doors of the train automatically opened, crimson liquid streamed from within the train, like a gushing waterfall, bathing the standbys in blood.Thud!An object fell to the floor of the train, rolling out of it towards a lady. "Aaahh!!" The lady screamed loudly, drawing everyone's attention to her. The people who had been so frustrated, after being soaked by the gushing red liquid, immediately looked towards where the lady was pointing out. "It's a human head!" Someone from within the crowd exclaimed, raising an alarm. "Aaahh!!""Aaahh!""Aaahh! Somebody help." A sudden outrageous scream erupted from the entire surrounding. Someone else had

The next morning, Vincent woke before the sun rose. He did some pushups and situps, exercising his body. While under the act, his alarm clock rang, he quickly stopped exercising. An alarm that was meant to wake him up, now served as a reminder that he needed to freshen up. He walked into his bathroom to take his bath. Few minutes later, he walked out of his room, dressed in his school uniform, a white short sleeved shirt, dark blue trousers, dark blue tie, a pair of white shoes and a bag hung to his back. He gently walked down the stairs, heading to the dining table. As usual his mouth was dishing out the meal. They exchanged greetings, and he ate his breakfast. He hurriedly rushed down their building, assuming that his friends were outside, waiting for him. It was when he was outside, that he remembered that Jordan was still at the hospital. His face wore a saddened expression. He surveyed his surroundings, searching for Brian. But the latter was present. "That lazy bones isn't o

A blue car drove into the compound of the care foundation hospital. The vehicle reversed to park well at the parking lot. Both doors of the car swung open, as two individuals walked out of it. A man in his twenties, who was the driver of the car, and a teenage boy. The man was dressed in a blue turtleneck sweater, red trousers and a pair of blue sneakers, matching his attire. His hair was black and curly, and his eyes were gray. The boy was cladded on a black top shirt, green pants and a pair of red sneakers. His black spiky hair was charming, and his dazzling amber eyes radiated sunlight. They both were revealed to be Nathan Sean and Alexander Vincent. They had arrived at the hospital of which Jordan was admitted in. The hospital wasn't that big, it was only a five storey block. But Its compound expanded widely, housing at the right hand side, a lot for parking ambulance trucks, and the left hand side, as the public, free parking lot. Its surroundings were adorned with flowers

Vincent's eyelids pathed open, the view that was reflected to his vision was of a hazy image. He blinked his eyes twice to adjust his retina to the brightness of his surroundings. "This is my room." Vincent spoke in a faint tune, noticing the familiarity of his surroundings. "But how did I get home?" He questioned himself, trying to put together what he could remember. "The last thing I could remember was feeling dizzy and blacking out. Aaahh! My head hurts." Vincent responded, he felt a slight ache. "It probably must be as a result of the fall. But how did I lose balance so easily? My body. It's heavy and aching. It must be from those bruises. Why can't I make out the full details of what happened."He struggled to sit-up, and it was a success after two trials. He held his head gently with both hands, bending his head to see if the memories would flow in. Eventually, he remembered all that had taken place yesterday. Ranging from the fight with Henry that bruised his entire body,