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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Oliver sat cross-legged in the crystalline meditation chamber, the air around him still but humming faintly, as if anticipating the next beat of his heart. The shards of the plateau’s Rift remnants glimmered faintly outside the reinforced viewports, each pulse of light tracing the invisible seams of reality that he alone could feel. His Reality Anchor thrummed in tandem with the chamber, a low vibration that carried through his bones. For the first time in months, the world felt both heavy and hollow.He closed his eyes, letting his senses stretch into the ether, reaching toward the small fissures of unstable energy that dotted the surrounding lands. The moment was quiet, sacred, a pause between storms. And then, the pulse changed. It was sharper, more insistent, and the familiar System tone echoed in his mind with a clarity that made his teeth clench.“User Oliver,” the voice said, calm but unyielding. “Synchronization threshold exceeded. New parameter available.”Oliver’s eyes s
Chapter 450
The morning sunlight struck the crystalline towers of Solara Vant with a glare that made the polished surfaces almost unbearable to look at directly. In the training courtyard, Iris stood at the center of a semicircle of cadets, her arm still bandaged from the last Rift engagement, though it no longer slowed her. Her boots clicked sharply on the glass tiles with each step as she circled them, the sound echoing across the open space.The cadets shifted nervously, eyes wide, holding their weapons with hands that trembled just slightly. Iris didn’t allow herself to flinch at the heat of their gazes. She had walked through fires that would have consumed them in seconds.“You’re not here to prove yourselves,” she said, voice firm, carrying across the courtyard. “You’re here to learn to hold others up when the world tries to knock them down. Not just to fight, learn to save.”A young cadet, barely sixteen, stumbled forward, a trainee blade clutched in his hands. “Ma’am, I don’t know if I
Chapter 449
The hangar smelled of fuel, dust, and ozone. Dim strips of light hung from the ceiling, casting long shadows across crates stacked high like silent sentinels. Billy moved along the corridor, his boots clicking sharply against the metal grating. He kept his head down, glancing at the walls where old transport schematics and repair logs were pinned in haphazard order. The building was abandoned in name only; the air vibrated with whispered transactions, the faint hum of illicit commerce.At the far end of the hall, a figure stepped out of the darkness. He wore a long coat stitched with pockets, each seam glinting with metal clasps, and a wide-brimmed hat that hid most of his face. The faint glow of the hangar’s emergency lights outlined him, creating a halo of menace. “You’re late,” the man said, his voice smooth, controlled.Billy shook his head, closing the distance between them. “Traffic,” he said, his tone casual, though his eyes scanned every corner. “Never thought I’d meet in a
Chapter 448
The sky above Solara Vant shimmered with fractured sunlight, refracted by the crystal towers that lined the city’s central plaza. Thousands of drones hovered in precise formation, tracing constellations across the morning air. Oliver Beckett stood at the edge of the landing platform, the black shard secured in a containment field beneath his arm. Below, the streets swarmed with civilians, military units, and Scholars from every corner of the Traveler network, all awaiting the emergency assembly convened at the Hall of Mirrors.The ship’s ramp lowered, and Oliver’s boots echoed across the polished surface. Iris fell into step beside him, her bandaged arm wrapped carefully, her eyes alert to every movement in the crowd. Billy lingered slightly behind, scanning for anomalies, his usual grin tempered by the weight of recent battles.The Hall of Mirrors rose like a cathedral of light. Walls of polished crystal reflected infinite versions of the approaching delegation, while the ceiling
Chapter 447
The Vigilant Dawn cut through the twilight sky like a blade, silver thrusters leaving streaks against the dying sun.Below, Solara Vant’s h orizon shimmered with lights, a mosaic of celebration and relief.Cities along the return route had lit beacons in honor of the returning fleet, lanterns floating from rooftops and sky-bridges, drifting toward the stars as if carrying silent prayers. From the observation deck, Oliver leaned on the railing, armor scorched and dented, his gauntlets still humming faintly with residual Reality Anchor energy. The black shard rested in his palm, its surface slick with an unnatural darkness, pulsing slowly in rhythm with his heartbeat.Iris approached quietly, her steps muted against the alloy floor. Her eyes swept the horizon, then softened as they met his. “You should rest,” she said, voice calm but firm. She rested a hand on his shoulder. “The fleet is secure. The world is looking at us. But you’re not invincible, Oliver.”He did not respond at onc
Chapter 446
The wind howled across the black glass of the Sable Plateau, whipping shards of Rift energy into glittering arcs that cut through the dust. The battlefield was silent in a way that felt unnatural, as if the world itself had paused to measure the aftermath. Oliver stepped cautiously over the reflective surface, each footfall sending ripples of light across the fractured ground. His armor was scorched, the edges glowing faintly where the Divine Anchor’s energy had overextended, yet his movements remained deliberate, measured.Iris followed close behind, her Light Division visor scanning for residual anomalies. She crouched beside a cluster of fractured crystals, hand hovering over the surface. Her glyph projections flickered and pulsed with faint data echoes. “Oliver, come look at this,” she said. Her voice was calm but carried a weight that made Oliver stop.He knelt beside her, eyes narrowing at the subtle waves of energy emanating from the cluster. “What is it?” he asked.“Data r
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