Alvin's body was burning up, he had a vague feeling that one of the attacks that grazed him had poison in it. Just as he reappeared at the abandoned industrial area, he noticed men waiting there. An aura of danger surrounded them, and they patrolled the place, as if searching for something. A green flare signal tore into the sky, and the men simultaneously looked up. “This is bad. It has been sabotaged.” “Surround the area, block every road leading to the town. No one remotely suspicious is allowed to leave. It's better to kill a hundred innocent people than to let the culprits escape. Find them.” A lanky man barked, his cadence low and deadly. “Squad two, follow me to assist the grand elder.” “This is terrible.” Alvin muttered. He collapsed against the tree, his lungs burning. Drawing in air became a gruelling task. He bit down on his tongue hoping the pain would rid off the fogginess in his head. He looked at the elite assassins quickly falling into formations in readin

Alvin didn't need to think. He already knew the worst evil. If the road is that narrow. It means that they won't expect someone to pass through it. They will be focused on the alleys, and main roads, that are actually motorable. “System, is there a way to block surveillance or place a shield around me? If I take the valley side behind the car garage, the person monitoring me might find out my route.” “Let me check if there are available methods.” Alvin's body was burning up. Despite sealing his surface injuries, he was turning paler by the second. He didn't know if it was as a result of internal bleeding or poison. He didn't know what to make of the current situation of his body. He was just holding on… pushing on. “Master, method found. It will cost five hundred premium system points. You're deficient in system points. However, we can make the transaction and you may balance up whenever you get it, with an interest of five points.” Five hundred points to pay five hundred an

A subordinate offered him a new cloak and he placed it around his neck, pulling the hood over his head. He then leaped into the air, standing on a strange long broom which zoomed into the sky like a helicopter. After an hour, he reappeared at an island. There was a dark fog covering it, hiding it from view. The peaks around it all seem to have volcanic veins, as if hot lava was pouring through them. It looked like a frightening hellscape. Despite the hot lava visible, there was a terrifying chill in the air. He stopped at the first building after the gate. A skeleton wearing a cape opened the gate for him, and he made his way inside. He came to a mighty hall. In the middle of the hall, there was a huge pit, reminiscent of a valley. Hot lava was crackling in it, flowing like liquid fire. Once in a while, sparks will fly up. Above it, a huge chunk of metal was suspended, revolving. The fire from the volcano was heating it up, probably refining it. The energy from the meta

Murong Wuque rushed to the bathroom, and set up a warm bath, pouring in different expensive herbs into the water. Alvin's clothes were quickly stripped off, giving him a thorough bath and massage. “Three broken ribs. An, you truly don't want your life anymore. How many times will you break your ribs?” The last time he had treated Alvin for broken ribs, just days after they arrived on earth. Alvin had thought that he healed himself properly, only for Murong Wuque to notice it when he fell against Alvin. If not for that little embarrassing situation, Alvin might have kept walking around with poorly aligned ribs, thinking it was perfect. By earth's standards it was okay. But for cultivators engaged in extreme exercises and hardships, it was a recipe for disaster. He dragged his fingers up Alvin’s torso, lingering around his chest area. His expressions became more grave by the second. Whatever he was seeing wasn't good. Murong Wuque hit a spot on Alvin's chest and he vo

She kept twitching on the floor, hitting her head and arm severally against the ground. “I'm burning. I'm burning up. My body is on fire. Ah!” The flames, the pricking sensations and lack of control over their bodies was nightmarish. The man's head turned bloody, soaking his clothes. He collapsed to the floor, panting and groaning. The pain was indescribable. It felt as if a million ants were gnawing on him, a thousand flame needles pricking all over his body, especially the sensitive parts. As if someone was cutting at his skin, liver and heart, while flinging him around. The woman felt worse because she also felt the burning sensation, as if someone dumped her in a blazing furnace. Whatever the man felt, she was feeling it thrice the intensity. Her cloak fell away, revealing a seductive beauty in her thirties, with long red hair, and brown eyes. She would have looked sexy if not for the cold aura of danger surrounding her. Miles away from there, senator Bertrand Flitzer,