2025-02-18 00:55:21"Damn it, I'm late for class!" Oliver Beckett exclaimed hastily while dashing through the street that was crowded with people going about their daily's activities. The morning sun was burning brightly, and Oliver's shirt was now drenched in sweat due to him running all the way from his apartment that school.
He lacked the money to board a public bus or cab, so he decided to get to school the any way he's been doing ever since he resumed.
Oliver kept bumping into people while running forward, and they kept raining abuses on him. But Oliver paid no attention to them, he was truly late for the test.
After running through the street for several more minutes, Oliver finally arrived in front of the school's gate. He leaned his hands on his knees while panting heavily, and sweat trickled down from his face and dropped to the floor.
"I'm few minutes late!" Oliver glanced at his wristwatch with widened eyes before running into the academy's premises and began to make his way to his class.
While running hastily down the hallway, a student placed his right leg in front of Oliver, and Oliver ended up hitting the leg and fell face first on the floor. The other students around broke out in mocking laughter, and they all had their gazes fixed on Oliver who picked himself up slowly with his uniform now stained in dust.
"Oops, sorry, Olive oil." The bot who intentionally made Oliver tripped spoke as he stood in front of Oliver with his arms folded. The boy had a short blonde hair, a nice physique that was like that of a bodybuilder, handsome face that every girl would crave for, and a height like a model.
His name was Christopher Flynn. The school's top bully and also one of the strongest students.
"It's fine." Oliver assured in a shaky tone as he buried his head down and attempted to walk away, but Christopher held his collar and pulled him back.
"And who said you could leave?" Christopher spoke, holding onto Oliver's collar and preventing him from moving. "Did I say you can leave yet?"
"I- I have a test to attend please...let me go." Oliver pleaded, fear written all over his face and his head facing the floor to avoid making eye contact.
"A test? Oh, that's right. A test that requires you all to display your talents,that's true. Why do you need to attend such test, anyway? We all know you are nothing but a trash with no talent!" Christopher mocked, still holding Oliver's collar.
Hearing the words of Christopher, Oliver's blood boiled in anger and sadness. Christopher wasn't wrong in anyway, Oliver indeed doesn't have a talent.
On the day where he was supposed to awaken the talent inside of him, he failed to awaken anything, and since then he has been refered to as a trash and nobody.
Always bullied by all.
"Let me go, Chris, please!" Oliver demanded, his voice mixed with both anger and command.
"What was that? What did you just say? I didn't quite hear you well." Christopher inquired, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I said let me go!" Oliver voiced out, and the students around now had a puzzled expression.
"Are you commanding me?" Christopher questioned. "How dare you talk back at me, Olive oil? Where did you get such confidence from?" He added.
"I said let me go!" Oliver paid no attention to his words and stood his ground.
"And what if I don't? What are you going to do, trash?" Christopher teased, still holding Oliver's collar.
Oliver then clenched his right fist tightly and punched it out towards Christopher's jaw. The punch slammed heavily on his jaw and caused Christopher to look at the ceiling and also release Oliver.
Christopher placed his hand on his jaw and shifted his gaze back to Oliver with a demonic expression.
"You dare lay your hands on me, trash? You are dead meat!" Christopher roared in anger. Oliver flinched, turning around, and began to run for his life.
Oliver ran forward as fast as his legs could carry him, until he suddenly felt his whole body freeze and unable to move. Before Oliver could figure out what was going on he felt a strong pressure pulling him back to Christopher.
"You can't run from me, trash? You think.you can harm.me and get away freely? You are corpse!" Christopher retorted as he kept pulling Oliver back, using his telekinesis ability. Oliver finally arrived in front of him, and Christopher stretched forth his right hand and grabbed Oliver's neck.
He squeezed it, causing Oliver to struggle for air as he got lifted off the floor.
"I will teach you a valuable lesson, so that next time you will remember you are nothing but a worthless trash, and all you have to do is shut up and bury your head in the sand while you are being bullied!" Christopher voiced out in anger, tightening his grip around Oliver's neck, and Oliver kept fighting to set himself free.
The students around chose to stand by and enjoy the gruesome scene with joyous expression. Even some were praising Christopher in the background.
Christopher kept strangling Oliver, before he finally threw him against the wall like a rag doll. Oliver's body crashed against the wall nearby and he fell down on the floor, coughing and gasping for air.
Before Oliver could catch his breath, he felt the same energy pulling him a into the air, and sent him crashing against the wall once more. Oliver's body was now covered in bruises with blood trickling down, and part of his bones were shattered.
He laid down there, his teeth clenched in pain as he found it hard to move.
"Hope it never repeats itself again." Christopher spat before walking away, leaving Oliver beaten on the floor. The students around glared at Oliver and rained abuses on him before exiting the hallway and headed to their various classes.
"Christopher...you will surely pay for this." Oliver clenched his fists in anger.
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The giant, rusted heart beat slowly in the dark void. Black blood dripped from its massive veins. Standing on top of the awful thing was the corrupted ghost of Lira. She looked at Commander Oliver with eyes full of weeping black ink. "You left me in the dark," the broken ghost whispered. Her voice carried the sound of crying children and grinding stones. "Now you will drown in it."Oliver stood on the bridge of the rusted flagship. He looked at the ghost of the woman who had saved his life. A tiny, painful spark tried to ignite inside his human chest. It was a memory of her pure white light. It was a memory of her beautiful sacrifice. The Overlord had taken her beautiful sacrifice and turned it into dirty magic. The dark god wanted Oliver to feel guilt. The Overlord knew that guilt made human hands shake. Guilt made commanders hesitate. Oliver did not hesitate. He forced the tiny spark of sadness deep into the locked metal box inside his mind. He turned the key. He became perfect
Chapter 923
The word bounced around inside his skull. “Murderer.” It did not sound like the booming voice of the Overlord. It did not sound like the cold, robotic hum of the System Administrator. It sounded exactly like his own voice. Commander Oliver fell to his knees on the glass floor. The terrible weight of a trillion erased lives crashed into his nervous system. He felt their final, silent screams burning inside his chest. He felt the terror of the mothers and the fathers. His human heart beat so violently it felt like it would break his ribs. His lungs gasped for air. He was drowning in a sudden, massive ocean of pure grief. He looked at Captain Iris. She was weeping on the floor, her hands covering her face. He wanted to reach out to her. He wanted to tell her that the math was a cruel lie. But a bright red warning light flashed inside his dark visor. [CRITICAL SYSTEM FAILURE. EMOTIONAL COMPROMISE DETECTED. PURGE IMMINENT.] Oliver closed his eyes. He forced the human feelings back
Chapter 922
The cold hand on Commander Oliver’s metal shoulder faded away. The frantic tapping on his spine stopped. The ghost of Billy from five seconds in the future vanished into the white light. The warning was clear. Run. Oliver did not run. A machine does not fear the future. A machine drives straight through it. The silver flagship tore out of the violent singularity. The massive fleet of human and mutant ships burst into the quiet, frozen space of Sector Zero. The roaring noise of the dimensional tunnel instantly died. Complete, absolute silence wrapped around the ships. Oliver stood at the front window of the command deck. His human gray eye and his burning red eye scanned the new battlefield. Sector Zero was not a normal sector of space. There were no stars here. There were no black holes or burning suns. The space was a topology of pure paradox. Huge waterfalls of black liquid flowed upside down into a white sky. Giant staircases made of glass twisted around each other, leading
Chapter 921
The silence of the engine room was not the silence of peace. It was the silence of a held breath before a scream. Oliver stood at the precipice of the command dais, his form casting a long, jagged shadow that seemed to bleed into the very metal of the ship. His right arm, a masterpiece of cold obsidian metal and pulsating violet light, twitched rhythmically. Inside his chest, the coin beat with the savage, heavy tempo of a trapped god. He could feel his humanity receding—a slow tide pulling back from the shore of his mind, leaving behind only the stark, jagged rocks of logic and cold directive.He looked at his soldiers. Miller was pale, his hands raw and bloody from the grip of his rifle. Vega’s eyes were glassy, her spirit hovering on the edge of a collapse that even the ship’s artificial gravity couldn't hold together. They were waiting for him to tell them a lie. They wanted him to tell them they would go home, that their children would grow up in the sun, and that the nightma
Chapter 920
The Solaris Bastion was a cathedral of cold iron and dying light. Outside the reinforced viewports, the universe had stopped. The red giant star, bloated and ancient, hung in the sky like an open wound, bleeding crimson radiance over the millions of ships that surrounded the Bastion. They were a fractured congregation, gathered from the ends of the multiverse. There were the jagged, rusted barges of the Sigma-12 rebels, their hulls scarred by plasma and salt. There were the sleek, golden warships of the Traveler Council, humming with ancient Builder resonance. And there were the phantom fleets, ships made of light, coral, and shifting geometry, survivors of worlds that had already been erased. Millions of souls stood on the flight decks of the flagship, their breath hitching in the thinning, pressurized air. They were all waiting. Commander Oliver walked toward the central broadcast array. His boots sounded like hammers against the metal floor. Each step felt heavier than the la
Chapter 919
The command deck of the silver Ark felt hollow, a cavernous space of cold metal and sterile silence. Oliver stood before the primary staging rack, his breathing shallow. The air here smelled of ozone and the ozone tasted like the end of all things.He looked down at his own body. It was a ruin. The right side of his frame was a jagged landscape of obsidian Wraithborn metal, the dark veins pulsing with a dying, hungry light. The left side was the ghost of a human man—pale, scarred, and trembling with the residual cold of the void. He was a bridge between two abysses, and the bridge was beginning to fracture.[Variable: Integrity.][Status: Failing.]The voice inside his head wasn't his own anymore. It was a chorus of the System, the coin, and a billion lost futures, all screaming for order. They wanted to be the shell. They wanted to be the law. He had to be the one to hold them back, to act as the thin, vibrating wire of humanity that kept the chaos from spilling into the stars.He re
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