All Chapters of I Activated The Three Master Systems : Chapter 121
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120 - Richest Man In The System
The Leviathan’s eyes burned like twin cores of molten pressure.[Abyss-Class: Nautilus Breaker – Lv. 15] Status: ENRAGEDTerritorial Instincts: Unstable Threat Level: MAXIMUM–BLOODLUST-KILL The ocean trembled as the pressure spiked. Baxter floated slowly to his feet on the seabed, still glowing faintly. His HUD flickered with new stats and system syncs stabilizing.[Baxter Holmes – Beast Lv. 14] Psionic Integration: 87% Core Vitals: Restored to 42% Skill Slots Expanded: +1 Bonus Slot Available Combat Power Surge: Active (Duration: 60s)His vision sharpened. He could feel the leviathan’s bloodlust. He wants to kill him and absorb his core but that wouldn't happen.“You're pissed?” Baxter spat blood and smirked. “Cry harder. Should’ve read the rules before gate-crashing my fight.”The leviathan responded with a roar that split the trench in two. Coral reefs shattered behind it. Its tail arched high.[Skill Activated: Abyss Spiral Crush]The water spun violently as the Leviathan
121 - Matilda
Richest man in the system? Baxter let out a haughty snort of joy. Awesome!! But he had barely begun to bask in that thrill when the environment suddenly changed.Damn! Not again. He cursed.A blinding light shot across his face. He raised his hands to shield his eyes. When he lowered them, he was no longer in the oceanic system.He was standing by the doorway of the house he had spent years trying to erase from his memory.Nothing had changed. Not the dusty brown curtains. Not the cracked floor tiles in the hallway. Not the faint, sour smell of cheap perfume and stale cigarettes that clung to the air like ghosts.It was like time had folded in on itself and dragged him ten years back.He was twenty-seven now, but the moment his foot crossed the threshold, he felt seventeen again. He felt powerless, trapped, angry and scared.This wasn’t just a house. It was a cage. A wound. He stared at the couch by the wall, the one with the torn cushion and burn mark no one ever bothered to fix. He