Novels by Koldson Qubrin

It was raining cats and dogs tonight,and birds were cradling their chicks in their nest.The civilian sector is a very humble space as of now stalls that were dying out in syncwith little to none walking the street.An old man came by his usual spot and banged the counter to wake up the owner. The owner wasn't act displeased from being woken up from his beauty sleep, plus sales have been slow lately, so he would appreciate it if sales came in at all.Though this old geezer was too much, he still accepted him with open arms."Hey, got any spare umbrella? I wrecked mine just now," the old man showed his wind-torn rain guard."Hmm, let me be done warming your noodles and make some cocoa for the rain its a no-brainer, you had need some flames through these stormy curtains." The stall owner passed an umbrella from the hook behind the door.servings of noodles and hot cocoa for the night, he couldn't lie knowing his body was a catastrophic combo, but he can't stop, plus it was too late to

An orb glowed on a ring-shaped plate. A scientist wearing a face shield was reassembling the orb with a picker and spatula for what felt like the ten-thousandth time. He had tried multiple patterns already. Hopefully, this time would be a success."Hey, Lorne, would you hand me the chip of the core? That should be the final piece to this puzzle. Let's pray it doesn't explode." The scientist grimaced, extending a hand toward Lorne, his new assistant, who was holding a chunk of Nest Core worth dozens of lives."Here, Professor," Lorne answered.It had been three days, yet they still hadn’t succeeded in creating what they were after. There wasn’t much time. According to the military, the system might crash the moment the Merc Association obtained a C rank or a New Path.The professor attached the chip of Nest Core to the open part of the core. Immediately, a rainbow wave of energy spread to all corners of the lab and beyond.The scientist, Garfield, flinched as sweat dripped down his for

“Is that the last one?” Jane said to the secretary, who was tidying up the papers on the table. She on the other hand, was sipping her morning coffee from her mug.“Yes, Captain, that was the last one,” the secretary said anxiously.“Leave the rest to me, then,” Jane reassured her, her hands picking up the paper on the table before she took her seat and gave the chair a twirl.Sigh...“I sent letters to five different destinations, secretly, to those I found fitting for the Special Squad. Those I could trust, as they would focus more on missions outside the base,” Jane said out loud, though she didn’t seem to be talking to anyone. She had chosen individuals known for their resourcefulness and who had proven their loyalty through past missions. Each had unique qualities: a strategist who could outsmart adversaries, a medic who excelled in high-pressure situations, and a technician with unrivalled skills in hacking and engineering, making them indispensable for missions beyond base bor

The birds were screeching just beneath the clouds as the sun set on the event of the day.An awarding ceremony for the soldiers who had accomplished the first-ever Rank C mission would be taking place at the sector front. The commander had taken it upon himself to honour the heroes who brought hope back to the last lamplight of humanity.With the apocalypse in full swing, it was hard to make anything feel official, but the military managed, making it at least half as good as ceremonies from the old world.Jane watched the setup. To her, all these were mere formalities that could have been skipped—yet the constant, rapid tempo of her heartbeat said otherwise.Father… little Jane hasn’t let you down.Jane’s cheeks went wet as tears slipped down onto her fist, clenched tightly at her waist.“Is everything fine, Captain? I can’t help but notice that you haven’t dressed up for the ceremony.” At some point, the commander had managed to appear at her side.“Ah, Commander—” Jane flinched, the

A shadowy man appeared before the tavern’s entrance and pushed the door open. Inside, the place was packed with rowdy mercenaries and scrawny merchants. He wrinkled his nose, his face creasing."The stench of wild men and deadly wine…" He inhaled a little more until a satisfied expression settled on his face. "One feels alive in the midst of mortals, right?"The question didn’t seem directed at anyone but himself."Boss, we got your message. As of now, orders are already being sent out to begin the first phase," a lackey said, handing a mug to the man whose face seemed to treat shadows like clothing."How efficient. Now go get the papers I asked you to print."The shadowy man sat at a free table while the lackey stood by his side, not daring to look him in the eye, much less think of sharing a seat with him."Yes, Your Highness." The lackey immediately ran behind the counter to fetch them.A hefty, chubby mercenary walked up to the bar and slammed his mug down."More of those fiery co

The military plane landed in an open field under the watchful eyes of the commander. Jane, however, immediately noticed that something was off. There were too few soldiers. That question would have to wait for now.The hatch opened. Jane and Max stepped out first, with the professor and Sarah following behind. Lorne was helping One-Eye walk, supporting him with his shoulder; the man seemed to be suffering from a hangover. Marc was doing the same for Henrik.The commander came forward to welcome them himself—one of the greatest honors Jane had received since the start of her military career and since her father’s glorious death.She straightened her posture, lifted her chest, clamped one hand to the other in salute, and stamped a booted foot. She exchanged a salute with the man, whose wrinkles spoke of hard-earned experience and old age.“Well done, Captain. You don’t know how much we anticipated your arrival, or how eager we were—especially with your achievements on this mission. Ever