Novels by Eric

Since Haruto was done with the system, there was only one thing left to do. The chorus of a thousand steps. Back when he had first used it, he had almost broken his entire spinal cord. The technique was a very complex one. It was for humans to practice at all. An attempt would result in brink to death situations. But, Haruto couldn't care less. He could always heal himself. Besides, not that he was the same with every other human anyways. Like the technique’s name implied, It was the chorus of each step that formed a thousand. Each step however, could only be made by a series of dances of it won't count as a step at all. That was why the technique was boundless. Each set of dances was as complex as mathematics. Remembering himself trying to solve differentiation and integration in his former life, he grimaced. ‘That was really hard for me’ In each dance set, one would have twisted limbs and crazy angles, twisted the back at specific angles. Beca

“What do the chitin walls look like?” Haruto, making a taciturn expression, looked ahead into the smoke and bones. The dwarf dropped his book. “It was built by the spire lord himself, it's made of countless nightmare meat and bones. Haruto shivered. ‘How ruthless’ He couldn't imagine how harrowing the walls would look. Shifting ever so lightly, he turned to look at the darkness behind them, then back at the space ahead. Then, he dusted a bit of ashen sand of his tunic, then he said: “Think we'll make it?” The dwarf looked ahead into the smoke too and shook his head in doubt. “Probably” After a moment or two, he added: “If we don't encounter an Undead Commander we might just make it.” Haruto furrowed his brows. “Undead Commander?” The dwarf shifted, as if uncomfortable in his current position. Then, he explained: “In the Hollow Spire, Undead creatures had ranks, the first one were Graveborns. They were always found outsi

The thousand piercing punctures was a passive skill. It demanded piercing objects which would be used to pierce the victim at specific locations on the body. And guiding essence…or mana in Haruto's case through the piercing objects, one could circulate that mana through the orifices to wherever the victim was affected in the body and heal it. The only hindrance to this rule was the quality of objects used, one could not just use any. But something like a relic, one injected with essence or any other supernatural element. Which in Haruto's case, was mana. Normally, people who mastered this skill, according to Haruto's guess, would have to carry something like needles around every time. But, wouldn't it be stressful to carry needles around all the time? That was what Haruto thought. More so, the thought of being stabbed by the needles in the pocket wasn't a pleasant one. So, one had to improvise. ‘Not that I even have pockets now’ Unlike other sentinels, he had t

Now that Haruto was severely wounded, walking that was so hard already, in the unending darkness of the harrowing shore suddenly felt much harder. The dwarf would've helped but the damn creature was just too short. Besides, crouching was the last thing he wanted to do right now. For fear of breaking his already aching back. After all, this body was weak and couldn't withstand so much as he had done in one night. He could've stopped to rest. But that only meant death for the both of them. It was a huge gamble, but they just kept going north in hopes of getting so far away from the reaches of the black sea before the songs began. Gods! They could've been going sideways. But, trying was better than sitting down and doing nothing. Turns out their gamble was right. The dwarf smiled excitedly: “Look! Light” Sure enough, as they moved, the darkness started to dissipate, and dissipate, and dissipate. Until it was no more. Then there was light. A l

Even wild beasts needed rest after running for hours. They were soon surrounded by pitch black, eerie darkness again. Haruto could see just fine, but the dwarf had lost his ability to see again. Both of them stood panting heavily with dry raspy gasps. They were out of breath, their stamina reserves had run dry. Of course that was to be expected, since they'd run for…who actually knew how long? Haruto's guess was 20 minutes. But… ‘Curses’ Stopping. They couldn't stop, they just couldn't. The sea would sing soon. Even at this distance, after seeing the sea himself, he felt like he was never going to get out of its reach. ‘Damn it!’ Swallowing hard, Haruto looked at the dwarf and said lowly: “We can't stop” The dwarf nodded. They wanted to continue running, as they'd before they stopped. But something halted them. The shadows suddenly moved. Jagged spikes, miry obsidian filled empty sockets in place of eyeballs, and four long limbs that ended with

They were silent, and shivering, consumed by fear. Both Haruto and the dwarf. Staring back at the deep black night, immensely tenebrous, miry of deep obsidian. It eclipsed their vision, the dwarf the most. All they could do was stare back at the unwavering gaze of the night. The dwarf was holding a piece of properly tied grass in his hands, with all the might he had left in his joints. Turning his head ever so lightly and robotically, not daring to shift his gaze from the night. Haruto wanted to ask, but he thought better of it and stared back ahead. “Rowan Twig” The dwarf whispered. Haruto twisted his head again, and said, almost silently. “What?” “The women from our village, fetish as they are, say it invokes the spirit of the Rowan god. Chases away evil spirits. They swore to it.” Said the dwarf with a shaky voice. Haruto turned sharply, receiving a corresponding jolt of pain from his hind leg as a result. He groaned in pain. “Shh, keep it l

It took will. But finally, she opened her eyes. She refused to move. Her shiny pyjamas failed to hide her curves and protrudes. “Yesterday morning,” she whispered.“It wasn't a dream” She smiled.“Mr Han's back” Sun-deok smiled wider. A soft knock came in. ‘Damn it’ She snarled in her head, clearly dissatisfied with the abrupt disturbance.“Who's there?” Sun-deok asked.“It's Ethan, we need to go see Mr Han at the hospital right now,” Ethan explained.“Oh!!! yeah right!!!” Sun-deok jerked awake alarmingly and rushed into her bathroom. “Sun-deok” Ethan called out again but got no answer.He grew frustrated as he stared at the door. He said a silent prayer in his heart as he slowly pulled down the handle. He went in.He had come here a lot of times but he still felt — though not impressed as he had seen better— jokingly oppressed by her room compared to his room.It was nothing like his. It had its own parlour and room. Though not really separated from each other. It w

**** Sun-deok sat in her office. Her mind was unable to focus as she did her work. It all seemed as if nothing mattered anymore. Her brain sobbed. ‘He’s supposed to be on my neck right now, yelling at me and telling me I didn't do well with my work. And I'd say I know and pack my bags and leave in annoyance’ Sun-deok sobbed softly. Ring!! Sun-deok's phone buzzed. “Hello, Attorney Kim in the line, how may I help you?” Sun-deok tried to control her emotions. “I should be asking you that but I get it, I called” a voice replied. “Where's Mr Han?” Sun-deok got worked up as she immediately recognized the voice. She couldn't mistake it. It was that voice that called the morning she discovered that Mr Kim was kidnapped. “Where I want him to be” the voices chuckled coldly. “You know, we could release him” The voice continued. “Can we? How?” Sun-deok asked. Tension written all over her voice. The voice laughed slowly. “His life depends on someone else's,” the voice replied. “Whose?”

Knock!.“Rest, I'll take it” Sun-deok headed for the door.“Dad? Good morning” Mr Kim came in.“That should be evening but it's good either way,” Mr Kim smiled wryly.“Who did you get involved with Mr Ethan?”Mr Kim asked.Ethan sighed.“How did we get here?” Ethan asked.“A question with a question” Mr Kim chuckled.“A car dropped you off at the front of the Motel yesterday night. I saw you guys and brought you inside” Mr Kim explained.“What about Mr Jojo?” Ethan asked.“He'll be fine” Mr Kim smiled Wryly.“He’ll?” Sun-deok asked with a puzzled expression, clearly noticing the tension in that tiny detail.“He was shot. Near the abdomen but it didn't do any major damage so he'll be fine” Mr Kim explained. Ethan sighed…“I need to go see him” Ethan held his head in pain. “No, you have to rest,” Mr Kim suggested.“I'll be out, I'm going for a Motel owner's meeting” Mr Kim explained and helped himself out of the room.“I need to go see him,” Ethan argued. Worry etched in his face.“He'

MR SHI’S KITCHEN.“Weird name,” Mr Jojo chuckled.“I just hope that son of a bitch didn't trick us” Ethan frowned and gestured for them to go inside.*****Mr Jojo, being a fan of Chinese culture, ordered a group of Chinese delicacies.Ethan just ordered Chinese tea. Sun-deok ordered spaghett.“So how are we supposed to find Mr Han?” Mr Jojo asked. His voice covered by loud chewing sounds. Ethan checked his time.“Someone here will lead us to him” Ethan replied with a slight twitch on his lips.“But it's not not time,” Ethan continued.“Ahh I see” Mr Jojo nodded and continued his delicacy.Ethan just sipped his tea slowly as he flickered his lighter rhythmically.“Hi” Ethan gestured at one of the waiters after some while.Ethan gestured for her to bring her ear near his mouth.She obeyed with a bright smile clearly mistaking his words.“Yu….shou….jiiii” Ethan called the strange words slowly, trying not to make a mistake. Mr Jojo bursted into laughter, almost choking on his food.“Wh

Ethan maintained his calm as he raised his phone to his ears with his left hand.“You can come in” Ethan commanded and ended the comm.All the while, everyone just stared at him puzzled and scared of every of his movements. He seemed to be really dangerous or he was already, in their Senses.Bang!A group of people came in, their numbers reaching ten. They came in armed in a semicircle formation.“Thank you Mr Jojo” Ethan smiled as he gestured at one of the people who barged in.Already knowing Sun-deok was bound to get into trouble on getting here. He had anticipated every possible outcome he could think of and made countermeasures. This was one of his probabilities, so he was naturally prepared.Ethan smiled as he slowly made his way towards the man. He held his shirt and squeezed it. The man shivered.“What's your name again?” Ethan asked.“Bruce,” He replied. His voice was like that of disturbed waters.Ethan nodded and smiled.“I'll ask you a couple of questions and I want

“Good evening residents of Seoul, welcome to the news at 6. 3 men reported dead at Motel Yung. According to sources, armed men attacked the place at night and killed these men without doing any more damage. After looking into the backgrounds of these men. Experts discovered that they all worked for the same company 5 years ago…” Ethan switched off the news with a frustrated hiss. Slowly, he pulled into the Motel’s garage and went in. “Where are you rushing to?” Ethan asked as he spotted Sun-deok rushing outside. “Mr Han!” Sun-deok explained in horror, amidst pants. “Yeah what happened to him” Ethan twitched his brows a little. “He's been….” Sun-deok stammered. “He's been what?!” Ethan started to get worked up. “He's been kidnapped!!” Sun-deok sobbed a little. Ethan slapped his head in frustration. “When?” Ethan's voice dropped in volume as he asked. “The previous night, he was kidnapped at a bar, he went to play a game at the casino there” Sun-deok exclaimed as