183: The lost souls challenger

The blurry image had Corey in a stomp for only just a minute while he wondered about the man behind it. Trying to unblur the image didn't work, and. Corey made a mental note that the second he frees himself from his limitations he was going to committ murder. Why? Because he was tired, so fucking tired of being restricted. The reasons were dumb. Everyone said he had a limitless power, and yes, Corey knew he was being ungrateful for not being satisfied with the amount of things that NewAge could get him too. Instead he wanted to know that he could not be stopped by anything.

But he folded the image and shoved it into his inventory. He finished his breakfast, got up and patted his aunt on the head. Which nearly made her bite him, but Corey was too fast for her to do anything. He got out of the kitchen, snickering like a mischievous dog, and raced to his work space to check for any spot on the map that might resemble the lost souls arena. And there was a full carbon copy, not even a sli
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