Concord City had two kinds of subways. First was the ordinary one for the general public. At the same time, the other was a superfast magnetic train system capable of running at Mach speed. Government enforcers and staff used the latter. Piper Lee briskly approached the sub-surface station entrance on Synergy High 3rd Avenue. "Wait up!" Noah called out. "At least let me know where exactly we are going. What do you mean by underground?" "Shh!" The cyborg silenced him and gestured towards a girl walking ahead in the crowd. She slung a spider-silk crossbody bag over a leather jacket and jeans. A RazorCars cap was pulled down low over her head. RazorCars was one of the most popular sports in the Rusus-Afel star system. It was a no-holds-barred race held during the winter season. Skilled drivers raced highly customized cars with millions of credits at stake. Troth City had three dedicated astrodomes for RazorCars. The sport was quite popular in Concord, too. However, the city's arenas

The perpetrators were the five hybrids who had entered the coach last. As the boys looked behind them, they saw five fierce, seven-foot-tall figures that no longer looked human. Their bodies had changed with beast-like attributes. They had plucked metal bars and poles from inside the coach, carrying them like weapons, and goring any passenger who had the bad luck to be nearby. With their backs to a wall of scampering people, Piper and Noah were vulnerable. "Do something!" Noah said. "You are a cyborg, aren't you? Can't you fight hybrids?" Piper looked at him with a ridiculous expression. "What do you think, am I the Terminator? I might open a tin can for you, but I can't even fight a human. Those full-fledged hybrids could squish me with a finger!" Noah sighed in desperation. He could have gone home directly from the Academy and enjoyed Knights of Regia. Instead, he chose to join Piper Lee on the ridiculous adventure to stalk Eve Trinity. Why did he make such a stupid decision? O

"My friend, it was good knowing you," Piper said over the com. "I enjoyed our time together, man." "Shut up, nerd!" Noah fired back, sniggering nervously. "I won’t die that easily. Now give me some data on Her Highness!"He was referring to the giant cyclops-ant before him. She was the Queen of the nest, a Level 75 monster. [ Species: Cyclops Ant ][ Wyrm Queen Cyclops Ant: Level 75 ][ HP: 50000/ 50000 ][ Status: Normal ]Entire adventurer parties and leading guilds had failed miserably to defeat the creature. Parties were decimated in seconds in case the members were Level 50 and below."Okay, fine!" Piper quipped. "But it's not cool throwing around the N-word, you know. Let's see! Wyrm Queen Cyclops Ant? According to past raiders who encountered her, Err.. stay wary of her serrated appendages. One blow from them will carve you like ice cream cake.""Jeez. Got it. What else?""You've already encountered the renowned cyclops acid. It's produced in their intestines. Wait, another im

"…..""What? How do you know him?""Not him. Her. GoulagSlayer13 is a girl.""A girl? You are mistaken, Piper," Noah scoffed. The bond with his best gamer friend was too strong for him to be off-target about the gender. Or wasn't it?"I think you are a great gamer, man. Just that- you are dull-witted when it comes to girls. I mean, I am crazy nervous around girls, but you are completely bone-headed. Being a lifelong shut-in does that to you.""Look who's talking," Noah quipped."Hmph-""Okay, even if I were to believe for a moment that GoulagSlayer13 is a girl, what else can you tell me? What's her name? Where does she live? Which city?" "Ah. That's more like it, my oblivious friend. I will tell you everything, but only if you assure me that there will be no more threats of disconnecting calls. I have something important to talk to you about right now. It pains me to use your girlfriend's identity as a bargaining chip to keep this conversation going. However, desperate times, desperat

Alice in Wonderland| Year 2700 || 4 miles from Wyrm Mines || Zanzibar Forests || Troth City |Drake had been in a foul mood since he had woken up. The copious liquor knocked back during the previous night of fanfare had disappeared during his sleep. It was precisely because of his passive skill of Level 7 poison resistance that even a barrel of wine burnt through him in a matter of hours. The consequence was that his kind behavior did not last. Sobriety and the Ace never mixed well.Drake had kicked one of the recruits in the gut during breakfast on finding a piece of eggshell in his omelet. Earlier, he had slapped Skylar across the face when she had requested to stay in bed a while longer.Those sorts of violent acts were not uncommon to him. The above were only mild examples of his brutality.Drake Ace was not a pleasant person, but he did not tolerate weakness and lethargy. He was the leader of an elite enforcer squad, and no temptation worked on him when it was time to punch