Micheal immediately opened his phone. Thankfully, there was still network even though they were underground. He opened his group.He quickly realized he was already late. There were messages in the group already. Leo: This place is insane.Gina: Maya, how do you survive here? You’re not even on Terminal 1.5 yet.Maya: I guess I have to quicken things up then and maybe get my bracelet converted before the converting day.Vanishing Clouds: Seems like we all have to help her train in Terminal 1. From the information I got, registration starts in 5 days. We have to ensure she’s at least level 20.Alex: This place is real shit, damn.Ageless: I’m not too bothered about Elyria battles. Her ability to make opponents heavier is already a big boost. But she didn’t register with us for Firewall Dojo, and I’m more concerned about her physical fights.Selene: Guild leader? Where have you been?Logan: Guild leader, I have a suggestion. Among all of us, Dinna is the only martial arts expert. I thin

Micheal ran as fast as his legs could carry him, but it was all in vain, he was quickly caught. A wave of dread quickly washed over him, he wondered what his fate would be now. “Hey kiddo, did the humans send you over to be eaten? Haha!” one of them laughed.Micheal looked at them more closely now, because before they were far away and he could make out how they looked. They resembled mutated animals or maybe humans. They had human bodies, the sapiens trait, but that was all. Their skin was slightly hairier than a human's. Their faces were feline, with cat-like fangs, lion tails, and the claws of tigers.Soon, they carried Micheal into a city. It bustled with life, but unlike any human city he had ever seen, the activity came entirely from cat-like creatures. As they marched him through the streets, Micheal felt the gaze of every passerby, all staring at him with predatory curiosity. He actually felt like if he was dropped now, he might actually be eaten alive. They brought him to

Micheal staggered backward, clutching his chest. The pain felt real, too real. It was like his own attack had been turned against him completely.He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stay standing. If he lost focus now, he was dead.“So… that’s your trick,” Micheal muttered, breathing heavily.Magra smiled, taking a slow step forward. “Its not a trick. It's simply talent, Something you clearly don’t understand.”Micheal didn’t reply immediately. His mind was racing.Attacking directly won’t work… every hit comes back to me.He tightened his grip on the golden guns. He stopped firing, he had to look for another way to win. Magra frowned slightly. “What? Already giving up?”Micheal exhaled slowly. Then he took a step.Just one step. But in the next moment, he was gone.Magra’s eyes widened slightly as Micheal appeared several meters away, moving like a blur.“...What?”Micheal didn’t attack. He just kept moving. Step after step, faster each time. To anyone watching, it looked like h

The dragon spirit roared the moment the net tightened around its body. Its muscles expanded, and the ground beneath it cracked from the pressure. The guards moved immediately.Two rushed forward with curved blades, slashing at its legs in quick, controlled strikes. Their movements were sharp and aimed at the joints. Sparks flew as their weapons scraped against the creature’s thick scales.A spear wielder stepped in from behind them and thrust forward. The spear glowed blue as it shot toward the dragon spirit’s side, striking hard but only sinking in slightly before stopping.The dragon spirit reacted instantly. Its tail swung in a wide arc, it was fast and heavy. One guard tried to block with his shield but was hit directly and sent flying into a tree, his body going limp on impact.Another guard used a chain weapon, swinging it forward and wrapping it tightly around one of the dragon spirit’s legs. He pulled hard, trying to restrict its movement, but the creature jerked its limb with

Micheal didn’t wait.The moment he saw all of them looking at him, he acted.A golden light flashed in his hand, forming into a sword. It was his Elyria weapon, the golden sword, but almost immediately, it changed shape. The blade split and reshaped into two golden guns, one in each hand.He stepped back quickly, putting distance between himself and the others.The cat men spread out as they rushed him, trying to surround him from different sides.But Micheal noticed something.The Silver-ranked man didn’t move.He stood at the edge of the field, holding his dagger loosely, watching everything like it had nothing to do with him.Micheal didn’t understand it, but he didn’t have time to think.They were already closing in.He immediately raised his guns.But for a second… he froze.His heart was beating too fast. His hands felt tight. Everything was happening too quickly. But then, he immediately tightened his grip on the gun and fired. If he didn't fight he was going to die. He had to