Alexander took the lunchbox from Mrs. Jackson. He wondered why she chose him specifically for the task. She was the wife of the CEO, after all. She could literally enter and leave anytime she wanted. Before Alexander left, he noticed the stern look on Mrs. Jackson's face—devoid of her usual cheerful gaze. The atmosphere around her alone wasn't right. Alexander kicked the thought aside. Why did he even bother thinking about it? It wasn't important anyway. Matters like that weren't supposed to concern him. What mattered now was earning enough money to pay for his sister's fees and enroll into the Hunter academy. Alexander made his way back through the company premises and reached his boss's office. He opened the door without knocking. The next thing he saw seized his breath.His eyes froze at the scene before him. Diana—his girlfriend and co-worker—was sitting on Mr. Jackson's lap. They were kissing. Her work clothes were partly open, exposing her breast. His abrupt entrance startl

… Underneath the corrupted sky, bearing down on an isolated neighborhood with buildings reduced to rubble and others left to tell their final stories. Down the streets, a figure with glowing crimson eyes and hands bathed in crimson energy stood in the middle of what appeared to be a tidal wave of horror. All around him lay a carpet of mangled limbs and shattered skulls—the leftovers of the 100-zombie horde he had just dismantled with undeniable efficiency. A few minutes ago, he'd been surrounded with no hope for survival. But something primal had taken over. His instincts flared. Within minutes, something shifted inside him, and he'd become the predator on the field.Slowly, the lights in his eyes dimmed. A wave of disorientation overwhelmed him."What happened?"He didn't recall.[ Ding! ]...[ Remark: Scum so worthless he doesn't remember a thing. Just die already! ]…Alexander shook his head. He looked down and felt his blood turn cold. A moment ago, he'd been surrounded by t

Trees gradually fell.Birds withered to dust.The air grew colder and harsher to breathe.The sky itself—once smeared with that sickly yellowish hue—was now replaced by a dark purple, brandished by the repeated roaring of thunderstorms.The house that had remained untouched by the demolition was now reduced to a pile of rubble.But that wasn't all.Under the chaotic skies, greater forces were at play. The Void Walker—about 18.7 meters tall—brought its massive hand down to snatch Lyssa in her vulnerable state.She was still slumped in the corner, certain she couldn't dodge death this time around.But an absurd halt jolted her eyes open.If her calculations were right, she should have been dead the moment the Void Walker ripped the ceiling open. It shouldn't have wasted time scrambling her vulnerable body.She looked up and saw something—someone—blocking the mighty hand of the Void Walker with a broadsword. The blade was bathed in liquid obsidian black, dabbed with cobalt asymmetrical l

CHAPTER 7 …Morning pierced through the darkness like a raging blade. The sickly yellowish hue had also returned to the sky.Trevor and Lyssa were fast asleep in an awkward, sensual position—tangled together like they'd collapsed mid-embrace.It wasn't long before Trevor woke.[ Ding! ]...[ Note: System is impressed ]...[ Remark: The host has Lyssa Kent wrapped around his fingers. The host is ten times better than the former occupant! ]…Trevor wasn't sure what to say. He'd had a long night with Lyssa. After their first release, he'd kept going until neither could move anymore.Lyssa woke soon enough, still looking sleepy but completely attentive to him. She rested on his chest, her hands searching for his length. She felt him hardening and wanted to stroke him, but Trevor stopped her with a deep kiss.When he pulled back, he noticed she'd slumped back into sleep. Was she dreaming?Trevor couldn't ignore the obvious: they were both naked. They needed clothes. He checked the sy

Eventually they reached the Vanguard Command Strike Base. Located in the heart of the city, beyond the red zone. The blast doors hissed shut with Trevor and Lyssa being shoved forward like common criminals.Trevor didn't say anything just yet, but Lyssa, she was drowning a pit of regret. Cursing herself for trusting a stranger. “Keep moving, freaks!” One of the guards barked, shoving Lyssa forward because she was slowing down. Trevor's eyes widened immediately as he sought to move towards Lyssa. “Hey! Be gentle with her!” The guard who had shoved Lyssa aside raised a brow. He examined Trevor with disgust and grabbed his collar immediately. “And who do you think you are to say a word?”The guard punched Trevor hard in the face, hard enough to send Trevor down in one clean swoop.Lyssa, who was already far ahead with the other guard, noticed the commotion behind her, her eyes withered with confusion as to why Trevor tried to defend her. “Move!” The guard with her shoved her again.