Novels by Faith

Alan moved to a corner of the chamber and carefully examined his status window, trying to understand how the system worked and what he should do next.At the top of the panel, his name and designation were displayed, followed by his age, level, and current EXP.━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━【HOST INFORMATION】Name: Alan Frost Designation: DARKSCION Age: 24 Level: 2 EXP: 100 / 200━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━He glanced at his Hunter rank and noticed that it still displayed E-Rank.Apparently, the system had its own classification, separate from the Hunter ranking used in Asterra. Whatever progress he made through the system wouldn’t automatically affect his official rank in the outside world.He shrugged and opened another window.To his surprise, a new interface appeared before him.━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━【STAT ALLOCATION】Unallocated Stat Points: 5━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━SELECT AN ATTRIBUTE TO UPGRADE【Strength: 10】　【＋】 【Agility: 10】　【＋】 【Vitality: 10】　【＋】 【Intelligence: 10】　【＋】 【Perception: 10】　【＋】

Alan’s eyes widened, and he barely managed to throw himself aside as the sword swept toward him. He flinched as force of the attack cracked the wall behind him, sending dust and stone fragments scattering across the chamber.Lord Sorrowshade’s frustration continued to mount.‘Why doth he not perish? Why doth this take longer than it should?’He stared at Alan in disbelief.The human had been bleeding to death only moments ago. His body had been on the verge of collapse, and yet he was now moving as though nothing had happened.Worse still, something about him felt different.Lord Sorrowshade narrowed his eyes.Humans were weak creatures. Their bodies were fragile, their lifespans short, and their magical abilities insignificant compared to his own.So why was this one still standing?Meanwhile, Alan’s mind raced as he cautiously retreated.He needed a plan.He couldn’t simply rush at Lord Sorrowshade and expect to win. The man was faster, stronger, and far more experienced. Even with

Alan immediately rolled away just as the sword came crashing down.CLANG!The blade struck the ground, cracking the stone beneath it.Alan scrambled to his feet in alarm, his heart pounding. Then he froze.The pain in his stomach was gone, and so was the exhaustion that had nearly brought him to his knees.He stared at his hands before instinctively touching his stomach. There was no wound, no bleeding, not even the slightest discomfort.“What the hell…?”His gaze shifted to the translucent window hovering before his eyes.【STATUS WINDOW UNLOCKED】【Would the Host like to view current status?】【YES】　【NO】Alan stared at the options.He had read enough novels and played a few online games to recognize the basic concept, even if gaming had never been one of his particular interests. But seeing something like this in real life was an entirely different experience.A system?Was he seriously looking at a system?Still, if he had learned anything from the past few minutes, it was that he did

Alan crashed to the floor, choking on his own breath.For several seconds, he couldn’t move. His hands trembled as he pressed them against the wound, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.His blood seeped between his fingers.No. No, no, no! He didn’t want to die.I’m not ready to die.His vision began to blur.The chamber grew distant, and the sound of his own breathing became faint.Then a translucent blue window appeared before his eyes.【SHADE SYSTEM INITIALIZATION】【Host’s vital signs have reached a critical threshold.】【Life Force: Deteriorating.】【System awakening conditions have been satisfied.】【Emergency Integration Protocol Activated.】Alan stared at the floating text.‘What is going on?’Another notification appeared.【WARNING: Host is approaching death.】【Commencing Emergency Integration.】【10%…】【25%…】A sharp pain suddenly struck the sides of Alan’s head.“Gah!”His entire body convulsed.An intense burning sensation spread through his veins, and his blood seemed to

“Brainless human! Dost thou know what thou hast done?!”The man’s deep voice echoed throughout the dark chamber, shaking Alan to his core.Alan’s breath came in heavy gasps as he backed away, desperately trying to put as much distance as possible between himself and the man.He had no idea what he was doing, but he knew one thing. Lord Sorrowshade would kill him or tear him apart to get the crystal.Hell, what if the crystal destroyed his insides and killed him anyway?Alan considered the possibility. After everything that had happened, it seemed death was inevitable.He couldn’t defeat Lord Sorrowshade, but he sure as hell didn’t want him to have the crystal either.Forcing himself to remain composed, Alan raised his head.“Why? Did I do something wrong? I don’t want you to have the crystal. It’ll probably make you stronger, and then I’d never stand a chance against you.”Lord Sorrowshade’s anger was palpable. The intensity of his glare made Alan tremble despite his best efforts to r

Alan remained wary, tightening his grip on the dagger hidden behind his back.The man exhaled slowly, still seeming unable to believe what had happened.“Regardless, I know not how thou camest to such a conclusion or discerned mine intent. Yet thou art still nothing compared to me.”Alan’s eyes widened as dark smoke began swirling around the man’s body. The smoke thickened, enveloping the stranger from head to toe.Then, with a sudden burst of movement, the man’s appearance changed.Standing before Alan was a tall man with long black hair and blood-red eyes. He wore a flowing black velvet robe with a high collar that framed his sharp, pale face. A dark cloak draped over his broad shoulders, its hem brushing against the ground as he moved.Fine leather gloves covered his hands, which rested casually on the hilt of the sword hanging at his side.Alan stared at him.Now he was scared.Really scared.This wasn’t some ordinary man pretending to be a friend. This was a monster, an actual de

Celia continued staring at her dead baby, her heart growing heavier with every passing second. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Only moments ago, she had rushed to the warehouse hoping to find her child, but instead, she had been greeted by a sight that shattered her entire world. Her lips trembled as she struggled to breathe, her eyes fixed on the tiny, bloodied body lying before her. “Oh, good. You’re here.” The voice made Celia slowly lift her head. Maris was walking toward her, wearing a satisfied smile as though she had just accomplished something worth celebrating. She glanced at the dead baby on the ground before turning her attention back to Celia. “It seems you’ve seen my welcome gift. So, how do you like it?” she asked mockingly. Celia stared at her, her entire body trembling. She wanted to speak, to demand an explanation, but the words struggled to leave her throat. “You…” Her voice cracked. “Tell me this isn’t my baby.” Maris gasped dramatically, pl

Back in his office, Jarvis Grave was caught off guard when his secretary, who had been informing him about the meetings he had missed, suddenly rushed out of the room after making a phone call. He stared at the doorway for a moment, wondering what had gotten into her. Celia Montoya had worked as one of his secretaries for years, and he knew her well enough to recognize when something was wrong. Lately, her behavior had become increasingly strange. She had grown distant, often stammered when speaking, and seemed lost in her thoughts most of the time, as though something was constantly weighing on her mind. Jarvis had tried asking her about it on several occasions, but she always insisted that she was fine. Eventually, he decided to leave her alone rather than pry into her personal affairs. After all, she was his secretary, and he had no intention of interfering in her private life without a good reason. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. The way she had

Victor arrived at an abandoned warehouse with his hands clasped behind his back. The place was quiet, with only the faint sound of movement coming from inside. Without hesitation, he stepped through the entrance and walked further into the building. Inside, a man sat on a wooden chair, his hands and legs tightly bound to it. A piece of cloth had been shoved into his mouth, preventing him from making a sound. Victor stopped and stared at him for a moment. The sight brought back memories of how everything had started. He remembered the night he had killed Leon Ashford, the moment he had slit the man’s throat and watched him fall. Yet, despite what he had done, Leon had somehow survived. Even now, Victor found it difficult to believe. He had been certain that Leon was dead, and the thought that he had somehow returned from the brink of death continued to trouble him. It was a mystery he had yet to find an answer to, and one he wasn’t willing to forget. Two thugs stood beside the capt

At the Divine Order… High Priestess Seraphina was supposed to be in the Hall of Devotion, overseeing the afternoon prayers. However, instead of attending to her duties, she remained seated in her office, a displeased frown creasing her forehead as she went over the latest information she had received about the Abyssal Cult’s continuous rise in power. The news had left her deeply troubled. What bothered her even more was the feeling that she was the only person who seemed genuinely concerned about the growing threat. While everyone else continued with their usual duties, she couldn’t stop thinking about the danger that awaited them if the Abyssal Cult continued to grow unchecked. Even though Lord Azrael had finally decided to show his mighty presence within the Divine Order, Seraphina knew better than to expect him to agree to her plans concerning the Wishing Stone. Ezekiel had already made it clear that their god was against the idea, and she doubted that his opinion would change

Maris Stellar was crying and screaming in pain as T.J carried her back to their hiding place, clutching her injured arm tightly. Tears streamed down her face, and her cries filled the room even after he helped her sit down. T.J stared at her with a deep frown. He had expected her to be angry after what happened, but he hadn’t expected her to behave as though she had suffered a life-threatening injury. He crouched in front of her and examined the wound. It was nothing more than a superficial burn, a scratch that would heal with time. Yet Maris was acting as though her entire arm had been torn off. “What is wrong with you, Maris?” he asked impatiently. “It’s just a surface wound. Only a scratch!” “It hurts!” Maris screamed, gripping her arm even tighter. “That bastard hurt me! He actually hurt me!” Her face twisted with rage, and fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. “No one is supposed to hurt me anymore! Do you hear me? No one!” she shouted, her voice growing louder with every w

Left alone in his room with Leon, Cian stood quietly for a moment, studying the man before him. He had regained his memories and returned to his usual self, but the events of the day were still fresh in his mind. He had spent what felt like an eternity trapped in a childish state, unable to control his thoughts or understand what was happening around him. Now that he was finally free, there were several things he wanted to discuss. And Leon Ashford was at the top of that list. Cian cleared his throat, drawing Leon’s attention. “So, um, to cut a long story short,” he began, his expression gradually becoming serious, “I learned about your deal with Ambassador Calenne and his team, Harry and Levi.” Leon tilted his head slightly, amusement flickering across his face. “You know them?” “Of course.” Cian nodded. “I’m a scientist, so I travel quite a lot. My work takes me to different countries, and I’ve visited several places for research, including Olyndra. That’s where I met Lev

“Heh, where did this bumpkin crawl out from? He’s barely old enough to shave and he’s trying to throw money at a high-stakes table? Go home and drink your milk, kid.”“I’m not even trying to be mean, but just look at yourself. You look like some broke college student working a part-time shift. Where on earth would a nobody like you get the cash to play here? Go back to your dorm, find a real job, grind for a few years, and maybe then you can afford to watch from the sidelines. This isn’t a playground for students.”Several middle-class gamblers surrounding the table caught sight of Dean’s plain, unbranded clothing and immediately broke into loud, condescending mockery. Most of them were corporate salarymen or regional managers who pulled in decent monthly wages, so seeing a student wander into their tier of high-rolling entertainment felt deeply insulting.“Handsome~ these guys are so irritating, they’re ruining our mood. Why don’t you place a bet and shut them up?”“Yeah, yeah! If y

Up in the top-floor surveillance suite of the Highlit Entertainment Hotel, Marcus Polland stood before a wall of glowing monitors, observing every single frame.“Great, he’s finally walked through the doors,” Marcus muttered as he lit a cigarette and released a thick cloud of smoke. His gaze remained fixed on Dean’s figure displayed on one of the screens, his eyes filled with undisguised malice. “Arman, are you completely sure about your sharpers and heavy-hitters downstairs? Nothing can go wrong today. I want this bastard leaving this building in a body bag.”Marcus had already committed everything to this feud. As far as he was concerned, there was no turning back. Either Dean destroyed him, or he would erase Dean from Sky City forever.Yet the mere fact that he had to treat an apparently ordinary college student as a mortal enemy was deeply humiliating. Every time he thought about it, irritation burned in his chest.Standing beside him, Arman Gates crossed his arms, his lips curli

Dean’s eyes widened as soon as he read the failure penalty, his brows knotting into a deep scowl.‘Lightning strike? Are you out of your mind?! That’s just plain cruel.’Even a relatively small lightning bolt could carry tens of thousands of amperes, something no human body could survive, let alone a direct strike pushing hundreds of millions of volts. He wouldn’t simply suffer a little pain. He could be burned beyond recognition or killed on the spot.Dean had no idea how massive the electrical shock would be if he failed the mission, but one thing was crystal clear.Failure was not an option.Before long, the sleek luxury sedan pulled up directly in front of the grand entrance of the Highlit Entertainment Hotel.Throughout the ride, Dean had been completely lost in thought, aloofly mapping out how he could seize control of an entire commercial casino complex in under five hours. He had paid so little attention to the two temptresses beside him that he barely noticed when the car sto

Marcus Polland slammed both hands against the heavy mahogany bar, his face twisted with rage. “Son of a bitch! I actually thought that bastard had some powerful backing to dare disrespect me like that! I spent days worrying there was more to him than meets the eye, but he’s just a damn college student! If I had known earlier, I could have broken him myself!” Night Owl was no stranger to campus friction. Marcus was intimately familiar with Sky University, frequently heading over there to scout or stir up trouble. In fact, quite a good portion of the hostesses working at his club had originally been recruited straight from the university’s student body. Dealing with a penniless student should have been a simple matter. He recalled Mila originally telling him that Dean Anders was a pathetic pauper who had been dumped by his girlfriend because he couldn’t afford to provide for her. But after the disaster at Mapleland, Marcus had questioned her again; this time, Mila had stuttered a

At Night OwlAfter Dean Anders had embarrassed him, Marcus Polland immediately made two phone calls. However, only one of the calls went through, and despite trying repeatedly, he just couldn’t get through to the other.Marcus was in a terrible mood, his face etched with worry and frustration as he faced this unprecedented humiliation.Still, his calls weren’t royal commands that everyone had to obey. Three hours had passed since he made them, yet no one else had shown up at Night Owl.With no other choice, Marcus sat alone in his private booth, drinking in silence as he waited for someone to arrive.Finally, after a long wait, a hearty laugh sounded from outside the door.“Hahaha! Big Brother, what’s going on today? Why did you suddenly call me here? Is there some tough character in Sky City even you can’t handle?”The man who entered was Arman Gates, one of Marcus’s old subordinates.Arman and Marcus had started from nothing, working their way up through countless hardships. Over th

With Felix unconscious, his battered lackeys scrambled to carry his limp body away. None of them dared to linger, and they fled the scene as fast as their trembling legs could carry them.Meanwhile, Lori’s face had turned a deep shade of crimson after kissing Dean on the cheek. The reality of what she had done in front of the entire campus hit her all at once. Overcome with sudden shyness, she turned and quickly ran off toward the main building, leaving behind a crowd already buzzing with wild rumors.Dean remained alone in the middle of the courtyard, his attention fixed entirely on the glowing system interface before his eyes.By driving Felix into such a state of rage that he had literally coughed up blood, Dean had harvested a considerable number of points. His balance had now climbed to an impressive 572 Envy/Hostility Points.However, a quick look through the System Mall made him realize that even five hundred points were barely enough to get started.【System Mall Inventory】【Fo

Travis’s sneer deepened as he cocked his head, scrutinizing the expression etched across Larry Roberts’ face. “Ah, I see the wheels turning in your head. Planning your revenge, are you? Plotting how you’ll come back and wreak havoc on my family once you're released from jail for causing public disturbances.”Larry's shock was evident as he looked up at Travis, his eyes widened in horror, yet he vehemently denied any such thoughts. “What?! No, no, I wouldn’t dream of such a thing…”With a disdainful scoff, Travis fixed him with a piercing glare. “Whether you admit it or not is inconsequential. But rest assured, any such notions are futile. You won't have the opportunity.”Larry Roberts trembled at Travis's words, a chill running down his spine. Glancing at his brother, Vince, he began to realize that Travis was more than just a man with a formidable force at his beck and call. “I… I can see now that you're wealthy and influential. I was naive not to recognize it earlier. But to exact p

Colonel Richard Wayne stood before Travis, his posture rigid and his salute precise, a testament to his military training and discipline. With an air of seriousness, he addressed Travis, “Sir, Colonel Richard Wayne of the esteemed Storm Reapers Special Forces, reporting for duty. We stand prepared with a thousand elite fighters at your command. Your orders, Sir!”Travis regarded the colonel with a mixture of bewilderment and uncertainty. The level of deference and respect being shown to him left him feeling perplexed and out of his depth. He couldn’t fathom why the colonel regarded him with such importance or how he possessed the authority to issue orders to a military unit of such caliber. It left him pondering the extent of his influence and connections, a realm he hadn’t fully explored or understood.As Travis grappled with these thoughts, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this situation than met the eye. Perhaps his Uncle Marshall or his father could shed some

In a sudden flurry of commotion, a voice rang out, exclaiming, “Yes, yes, boss is here! Larry, the big boss, has arrived! You’re done for now, you bastard!”The gang members erupted into a unified cheer, delighted by the presence of Larry Roberts, while Travis could only sneer in response.They quickly cleared a path through the middle, forming an aisle to ensure no hindrance to Larry’s entrance.Amidst the anticipation, a sleek black Mercedes Benz S550 glided into view before the crowd, its license plate bearing Larry’s name, unmistakably signaling his arrival.With a disdainful glare at Travis, Vince strode toward the car and swiftly opened the door, offering a greeting to his brother. "Welcome, big brother. It's fortunate that you're here."A robust figure clad in all black emerged from the Mercedes. As customary, two buttons of his shirt remained undone, revealing a wolf tattoo emblazoned across his chest, a clear indication to all present of his status as the Alpha of the North,

The Wild Dogs Alpha of the North.Larry Roberts?The mention of Larry Roberts, the Alpha of the Wild Dogs in the North, sent a chill through everyone present. Known for his brutal prowess in Grove City, Larry had achieved a fearsome reputation after a gruesome battle where he single-handedly dismantled five adversaries with a kitchen knife, an infamous battle that ultimately bestowed upon him the title of the war god of the Northern District.Grove City, Myriad Village residents were well aware of Larry’s ruthlessness, and when they learned that Jinx was affiliated with him, fear painted their expressions. Larry Roberts was not one to trifle with, and his wrath was something few dared to invoke.Seeking to instill dread in Travis, Jinx invoked the name of Larry Roberts, yet to his surprise, Travis remained oddly composed. “So, the self-proclaimed Wild Dogs Alpha of the North has instructed you to come and stir up trouble?" Travis inquired with a calm demeanor, seemingly unshaken.Jinx

The Wild Dogs Alpha of the North.Larry Roberts?The mention of Larry Roberts, the Alpha of the Wild Dogs in the North, sent a chill through everyone present. Known for his brutal prowess in Grove City, Larry had achieved a fearsome reputation after a gruesome battle where he single-handedly dismantled five adversaries with a kitchen knife, an infamous battle that ultimately bestowed upon him the title of the war god of the Northern District.Grove City, Myriad Village residents were well aware of Larry’s ruthlessness, and when they learned that Jinx was affiliated with him, fear painted their expressions. Larry Roberts was not one to trifle with, and his wrath was something few dared to invoke.Seeking to instill dread in Travis, Jinx invoked the name of Larry Roberts, yet to his surprise, Travis remained oddly composed. “So, the self-proclaimed Wild Dogs Alpha of the North has instructed you to come and stir up trouble?" Travis inquired with a calm demeanor, seemingly unshaken.Jinx

A collective sense of amazement and disbelief swept through the construction workers, pedestrians, and Joanna alike.In a state of awe, Joanna found herself muttering, “That’s my husband,” her mouth agape in sheer shock as she couldn’t divert her gaze from her husband.While Jinx struggled to regain his footing, attempting to wiggle his body into a standing position, Travis calmly approached him.Jinx’s gaze shifted from the discarded iron bar to Travis’s apathetic countenance. A profound sense of fear gripped him as his eyes met Travis’s steely gaze. Attempting to mask his trepidation, he blurted out in a trembling voice, “Hey, what do you think you’re doing? I’m Big Brother Larry’s man. If anything happens to me, he will make you pay for it, I promise you, you fucking bastard!” ……The Wild Dogs Alpha of the North.Larry Roberts?The mention of Larry Roberts, the Alpha of the Wild Dogs in the North, sent a chill through everyone present. Known for his brutal prowess in Grove City,