The death of a comrade was pain and the death of John was more than pain. He was more than a comrade and Lucas' heart was overwhelmed with pain as he stared at Angela's swollen face. He was soldier, a tough one, one that died serving the people he cared about. He willingly sacrificed his life to save them and the least they could do is honor his death.They were just three of them left—Lucas, Angela and the puzzle solver who was shaken and was definitely going to pee on his pants anytime soon.However, Lucas took a deep breath, stared at the massive area and buried his head in agony, taking a brief moment of silence in honor of John.Thereafter, he turned to Angela with a reassuring smile as she sniffled.“It's gonna be fine…” he smiled and looked away. She was definitely seething with rage and was ready to bombard him with a ton of questions for that very phrase.He walked slowly, each step calculated and he moved with precision. His eyes scanned through the massive walls. Inside was

The artifact stared right at him and his heart raced in joy. His breath faltered as he moved quickly, despite the fatigue that threatened to weigh him down. He pushed through, his heart pounding against his chest. His soul was vexed and thw walls shook violently. It felt like a heavy earthquake and with each step towards the artifact, the shakes pulled him back, throwing him relentlessly to the ground. But he didn't give up. As a matter of fact, he was born for this moment and the finish line stared right at him.That alone gave him unimaginable strength and relentlessness to keep going. He couldn't miss this moment, the biggest moment of his life, staring him right in the face. Definitely, he couldn't afford to miss it. He ran faster, forcing his pained muscles to move despite the pain, despite the heavy shaking. He tortured himself and kept on moving. The air around him was heavy and unfriendly. It did all it could to hold him back, but Lucas didn't let anything stop him. He wasn't

“How? Why” Lucas' face was pale and he could barely breathe. His skin was covered in goosebumps and his mind erupted with shock that ran through his cold soul. His mouth flattened in shock as he stared coldly into his face.The gun was still pointed hard to his head and his heart raced. The man standing before him wore a rusty Russian cowboy hat and wore a boot that has very sharp teeth beneath. His face was full of scorn and his eyss glowed with nothing but mischief. His skin was pale, but still clean like a baby and a cigarette hung fast to his dried blackened lips.“You’ve been busy?” He smirked and his cheeks was raised in an evil and disdainful smile. His scent was intimidating and Lucas was riled up in confusion.A deep sigh escaped his lips as he stared at him carefully, observing his every move. His mind thought at the speed of light to find a possible and devious way out of this situation he found himself in right now. But there was almost no way. However, he observed caref

His arms were folded as he stared blankly into the television, the chilling feeling of the words seeped into his skin.“Lucas Ross is nothing but a thief and smuggler of lost artifacts!” Hector spat and Lucas just smiled. Well, now his mind raced back to the task his system has given him; Protect what you've built…Now it was clear to him that Hector was the soul that will be his new tormentor. In his life, he has never known rest, not even for a short while and just when he thought he'd rest finally, Hector Ramirez rose from the shadows…Silence ruled the air as his mind pondered on how he'll deal with this situation.He heard footsteps and quickly turned around. Suddenly, he heard a loud thud against the stairs.“Fuck! Freya!” He rushed over to the stairs and saw her smiling. She kissed him warmly and he took her up in his arms, squeezing her fluffy ass.She couldn't walk. The pain of last night's blast still held her badly. He kept her slowly on the couch and headed in to grab the

Lucas woke to the sharp buzz of his phone vibrating against the nightstand. His eyes were still heavy with sleep when he noticed the message, an unknown number. He frowned, thumb hovering uncertainly before opening it. “Check your TV."The words were short, cold, and carried a weight that made his stomach tighten. He didn’t need to guess who it was. Hector. Lucas threw the blanket aside and rushed into the living room, his heart pounding. He grabbed the remote with trembling fingers and switched on the television. The screen lit up, and every channel he flipped to carried the same story: his company, the empire he had built with sweat and sleepless nights, was being accused of laundering money. Anchors spoke with grave voices, analysts dissected supposed evidence, and scrolling headlines screamed betrayal. His name was everywhere, Lucas Ross, CEO of Lucas Coporation, under investigation. He sank into the couch, his pulse racing. This wasn’t just rumor. It was orchestrated. He