All Chapters of The septillionaire's superstar system: Chapter 501
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ESCAPE
Alvin could feel the children’s resentful gazes, and the fear festering around them…thick, acrid, contagious. “Stay still. I won’t let anyone harm you.” His voice was low, iron-clad, a promise forged in blood. With a slight move of his hands, a circle appeared around the kids, barriers of defensive light rising above them like tides called by the moon. He flicked his fingers again, and reinforced shields followed, circling the kids, ready to reflect the attacks, ready to bleed for them if they had to. Inside the barrier, a boy hissed, full of anger, his voice cracking. “Why’s she inside here too? She will just endanger the others.” The girl gave him the side eye but kept silent, her face a blank wall. The rich girl dragged in a shaky breath, face contorting, feeling incredibly wronged. Someone compromised their safety, yet wasn’t kicked out. It sat in her throat like glass. A sixteen-year-old boy pointed at the traitor, his finger shaking. “I’ve got my eyes on you. If you t
fighting the demonic grandmaster
Alvin stopped beside the girl. She was breathing heavily, a trace of blood by the side of her lips. Eyes defiant but broken — a contradiction that tore at something deep in his chest. He stopped beside her and pulled her outside, away from the others, away from their hate. When they got to a secluded area, he exhaled and looked at her. “Wait here. I will hurry inside and check a few things. I will be back to send you to safety in a short while.” The girl chuckled. A sarcastic, grating sound that went straight to the brain, like nails on bone. Alvin paused, briefly turning to check on her. “You want to bring me to safety? Ridiculous. You should worry about staying alive first.” “I will definitely return,” Alvin snapped back, his voice hard as tempered steel, “and rescue you. Even from yourself.” Something in the girl’s eyes shifted, a crack in the void, and she fisted a handful of her ragged clothes, face drawn into a wince, her groan hanging somewhere around her neck and nev
salvation even for a traitor
Alvin’s mind worked fast, doing a quick evaluation, thoughts snapping together like blades. The grandmaster was wearing a concealment artefact to hide his true cultivation, probably the black cloak draped around his shoulders, drinking in light and truth. There was also no telling how many sick tricks and trump cards he had in his hands. It was better to end things early than to drag it out into an exhausting tug of war, a dance with death that bled minutes he didn’t have. Wasting time would only complicate matters. Most importantly, Aurelio was still home, waiting for him to return, his small face pressed to the window, trusting. The grandmaster’s gaze sharpened beneath the cloak, two coals of malice flaring. “Oh? You’re indeed formidable. Even better. A puppet made from you must be insanely powerful.” Alvin chuckled and disappeared from the spot, escaping from the devious sneak attack the grandmaster had sent, a thread of corrosive qi slicing where his throat had been a heartb
Snow capped safe house
The space capsule landed Alvin and the girls in the middle of an ice wasteland. It was totally capped by ice and snow, with only mountains and jagged rocks visible…a world of white silence, where even the wind seemed afraid to speak. The hatch opened with a hiss, and Alvin stepped down, carrying the smaller of the two girls, the older one behind him, hunched over with her hand on her belly, every breath a battle. “Where’s this place?” she asked, eyes moving around, suspicion and wonder warring in them. Alvin grinned wickedly beneath the mask, though only his eyes showed it. “Somewhere that’s safe, protected, and impossible to trace.” The older girl’s brows furrowed, and she looked at the smaller girl, their eyes meeting, a secret understanding passing between them. “Impossible to trace?” She turned to him, eyes going dark, like a light was dimmed in them, like hope had been snuffed out one too many times. “So this was the perfect place you found for us to…die?” Alvin rol
Locked away
By the time the girls came out, Alvin already had soups laid out on the kitchen island, steaming, the scent of warmth cutting through the cold that clung to their bones. Then porridge and small quantities of veggies and meat, arranged with care. They had just come out of captivity, and eating foods that were too heavy wasn’t advisable. They remained fragile, their stomachs still remembering starvation. “Come have some soup. Then I will check on your health for possible poison and injury.” The girls stayed still, watching him, wary as cornered animals. “Hurry. I have places to be. I can’t stay all the way here.” He picked a small plate and dished a little soup into it, then pulled out a straw. He adjusted the straw, fitting it into his helmet, noticing them straining to see his real face. Perfect spies indeed. Eyes hungry for secrets and identity. He sipped the soup till the plate was empty, the sound amplified in the quiet. “See, the food is edible and safe. Do you have any al
HIDDEN SPY
It took Alvin another thirty minutes to treat them and eliminate the slave-seeking worms and tracking hexes in their bodies, each extraction a small war fought beneath skin and soul. The older girl would need many sessions to fully recover. Worse, they got her addicted to a substance, forcing her to return for it. A leash made of cunning and cruelty. He began by cleansing her body to lower aftereffects and withdrawal syndromes. She would still suffer, of course. But when the tendency came, clawing at her veins, the drug Alvin left in her body would force her to sleep it off, dragging her under before she could scream. Alvin looked back at the snow-capped mountains, seemingly ordinary, innocent. There were concealment wards around it, alongside beast-repelling herbs. The place was literally an inconspicuous fortress, a secret wrapped in winter. The cave still had levels below. Levels which Alvin didn’t dare expose to them…not yet. “So long now, two witches. Let’s see how you duke
taking a wild card in
Alvin's face was hidden beneath masks and a helmet. Even after arriving, he didn't remove any protective covering. Still, he controlled his reaction. His eyes scanned the boy. His lips were pale, breathing heavy. ‘Why didn't I notice it before?’ Alvin’s eyes narrowed. ‘They already broke him. Made him a willing slave.’ “Is something wrong with my body?” The boy finally asked. The silence had gone heavy, lasted for far too long. Alvin pressed two fingers together, slowly moving up his arm. “Is it serious?” The boy asked again. Alvin was acting far too strange. With the others, he attended to them within a few short minutes, and sent them on their way. As for him, Alvin had been checking his pulse and staring at him. “Are you afraid to be here?” Alvin's voice was soft, betraying nothing. The boy shook his head. “This place is infinitely better than where we are coming from.” Alvin flicked his fingers and a giant light barrier encircled them. By now, the others were watchi
The crack that formed between us
VILLA NUMBER 7 It was eleven p.m when Alvin finally made it home. The soft whirl of his helicopter blades informed everyone who cared to listen that he'd arrived. Inside their room, Murong Wuque sat on the bed beside Aurelio’s cot, laptop in hand as he worked, and waited for the man who didn't seem to realize someone was waiting for him. The door opened and Alvin came in, still dressed in combat gears, albeit different from the one he wore when he went to rescue the kids. He went straight to the bathroom, sterilised his working implements, and peeled his clothes off for a shower. The water was set to an almost hot temperature, the faucets going at full blast, falling against his head like tiny hailstones. Alvin's palm held the wall for support, letting the water wash away the stress and the grime. Like it would erase the bloodshed of the day, and the vileness of human greed that permeated the corners of the earth. He reached for the body wash on the hanging cubicle in the s
Too broken for salvation
Alvin's mouth dropped open, and Murong Wuque shoved him away. Alvin was too shocked to react. He had never seen such hatred from Murong Wuque in the past. Especially not directed at him. “Have you gone crazy?” Alvin stood up, rage boiling in his veins. Why was he overreacting? Angry he got called out? “I never asked you to sacrifice anything for me!” Murong Wuque's lips curled slightly, hurt, anger and hatred simmering in his eyes at the same time. “No. I was the idiot who thought we were what we aren't.” Alvin's words died in his throat. The drumstick snatched from Alvin fell from Murong Wuque's limp fingers, into the tray. He turned to Alvin, trying his best not to let the beast within snap free. “I was the one who kept giving and giving, emptying myself into an illusion. Into someone who never saw me as anything more than a burden he had to put up with. I was the fool always going the extra mile.” Alvin gasped, anger finally erupting. “Don't you dare give me that. When
polluted
Celestial realm, medicine sage valley, Obsidian court [Yuwen Ruohan's Pavillion] The room was dark, with the faint traces of herbs in the air, like an incense was being burnt. While the incense wasn't exactly offensive, it surrounded the room with an eerie cold energy, like something originating from darkness. Yuwen Ruohan sat behind a book cabinet, a huge black tome before him. He was studying the weird characters with maximum concentration, trying to perfectly decipher the steps listed on the tome. Something flashed in his eyes and he slowly looked up, his lips curling upwards in a wicked smirk. He had noticed that people from Jade Pavillion were getting increasingly sneaky, moving as if hiding something. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't find out what. He had a feeling it had something to do with Murong Wuque. The obsequious first brother seemed to be on his way back from wherever he hid or was about to break free from whatever trapped him. He was determined not to be