2023-05-29 15:37:26Andrew put down his work, and hurriedly entered the boss's office. A pen flew toward his head, and Andrew narrowly avoided it.
"Andrew, your salary is cut off. You won't get any single coin in the next six months."
Andrew frozen in the place, "Sir, I didn’t do anything wrong."
"Explain these videos!"
Andrew's eyes widened when he saw dozens of rated videos plastered on his boss's computer screen.
"I asked you to send me the document, and you sent me THIS?! I almost sent them to the head of the company. You piece of s1t. No wonder you could only be a porter for the rest of your life!"
"Sir, this is clearly a mistake. I didn't put those videos in your files at all. I--."
"Shut up, Andrew. You should be grateful you still have a job."
Andrew could only lower his eyes and leave his boss's room with a feeling of tightness in him. His body felt limp, his heart pounding. He actually got dumped for one reason he never did.
He didn't know how to tell his girlfriend this news.
"Why now?" Andrew muttered, "I was about to purpose to Nadine…"
Nadine is his girlfriend. They have been together for 2 years. Andrew tries his best to meet all of Nadine's demands in order to provide her with a better life. He dreams to marry her - the person he loves with all his heart.
What happens is the contrary. Instead, the work sustaining his life plunged into the abyss, so little light remained.
"I'm home, sweetheart."
Andrew said when he stepped into the house. His hand was already on the doorknob and was preparing to open it when his ears caught a moan that belonged to Nadine.
"Ahh, babe, that was so good. You're so good. I can't control myself when I'm with you!"
"Yeah…my girl… You’re the best. Those two on you are also the best."
A loud slap on somewhere Andrew didn’t want to know. And giggles.
Nadine was not alone; another man was with her.
Andrew swallowed his saliva. His brain was totally blank.
"When can we be together, babe?" It was Nadine’s sweet voice, which now only made Andrew sick.
"Soon. Our plan worked. Your idea to trap Andrew with rated videos was awesome, Nadine." The man answered.
“Will he get fired?”
“I think so.” The man said, “Unless my father really likes him. Snlt. I couldn’t stand his stupid face anymore.”
Andrew recognized the voice, it’s the son of his boss, Orlando!
“I couldn’t stand living with Andrew anymore.” Andrew heard his girlfriend said, “I hope you can be in me all the time.”
Andrew's anger peaked; without wasting time, he opened Nadine's bedroom door. What caught his eye was his partly-dressed girlfriend and a man who was also wearing only…
"Andrews! Since when did you—KYAA!"
Without a word leaving his mouth, Andrew threw a punch to the face of the man.
"Stop it, Andrew!"
Andrew's hand stopped when Nadine forced her way in the middle of the fight. She hugged Orlando tightly, leaving her body exposed without a single thread.
"Why did you betray me?! Why did you frame me?! I don’t understand…what did I do wrong to you?!"
"Because I've had enough of you, Andrew! We have been 2 years, you never bought me any expensive stuff! You cheap useless trash…Look at my face, look at my body! Men ask my numbers all the time when I’m on the street. Why should I ever be a broke man like you?!"
"I always take care of you. I gave you anything you want. I gave all my salary to you!" Andrew looked at Nadine in a daze. His voice was shattered, like his heart.
Orlando, still in pain from the punch to his face, got up and said. "Thank you, Andrew. You are dead!"
Orlando hit Andrew back. Andrew tried to struggle and fight back, but his mind was so divided into anger and disappointment that he couldn't focus on the fight. Caught off guard, a punch to the stomach made Andrew fall to the ground.
"How dare you hit me; who do you think you are, Andrew?!"
Orlando pulled Andrew's body back; he pushed him towards the wall.
But Andrew fought back. Andrews countered with a punch to Orlando's face. Just as he was about to add one more punch--
"AKH!"
Andrew fell to the floor with his head covered in blood.
"Is he out?!" Nadine held a vase in her hand, watched Andrew fall to the floor.
If Andrew were awake, he would know that the vase was the anniversary gift from him to his girlfriend, and now it was being knocked on his head by her.
Orlando smiled crookedly and hugged Nadine. "Nice one, baby. He deserved that."
Orlando wiped his shoes on Andrew's fainted body before they left the room. However, a light appeared without them noticing.
A light came from something that was worn by Andrew, his necklace.
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4-17
Night fell over the savanna like a heavy curtain, drowning the horizon in ink-black darkness. The team made camp in an abandoned outpost—crumbling stone walls, rusted radio towers, and dust-covered supply crates long forgotten by whatever expedition once called this place home.Sahara slept under Yuki’s protective wards, her breath shallow but steady. Emerald Shadow pulsed beneath her skin, responding to every fluctuation of Andrew’s aura—every flicker of the dying Sapphire, every spike of Noir’s unstable Phoenix fire.Andrew watched her from the doorway.“You’re restless,” Noir murmured behind him.Andrew startled—he hadn’t heard Noir approach. Phoenix fire made Noir’s presence erratic. Sometimes he radiated heat like a furnace; other times he felt cold, ghostlike.Tonight, he felt both.Andrew didn’t look away from Sahara. “She saw our futures.”Noir’s voice dropped. “I know.”Andrew clenched his jaw. “She said I die under a sky with no stars.”“And?” Noir asked quietly.“And she sa
4-16
Andrew didn’t remember waking.He only remembered the sensation of drowning in fire—Phoenix fire—and Noir’s scream echoing inside the collapsing cavern. Then weightlessness. Then nothing.Until now.He gasped sharply, sucking in air that tasted like earth, dust, and humidity. Not fire. Not brimstone. Real air. Damp, almost cold against his burned lungs.His vision blurred, then adjusted.He was lying in a tent.Canvas walls swayed gently. Rain—real rain this time—pattered outside like a thousand tiny drums.Yuki sat beside him, dark circles under her eyes, hands resting on Andrew’s chest, her aura woven into weak healing lines. Jiro stood near the entrance, arms crossed, staring at the storm. Rayan snored on the floor. Mika polished blood off her gauntlets, jaw tight.Andrew tried to sit up.Yuki pressed him back down instantly. “No.”He croaked, “Noir—”Yuki’s expression twisted—fear, grief, confusion. “He’s alive. But changed.”Jiro answered without turning. “Phoenix didn’t consume
4-15
The storm had followed them.Not rain—not wind—but heat.Dry, metallic, suffocating heat that smelled like scorched feathers and old blood.They reached the edge of Mount Vaelor at dawn, the sun barely strong enough to pierce the iron-red haze. The mountain’s surface resembled a giant slag heap of volcanic stone, cracked into patterns that glowed faintly with crimson fire.Andrew’s steps faltered at the base.The Sapphire in his chest flickered—once, twice—then dimmed almost completely.Yuki caught his arm. “Andrew—stop. You’re not stable.”Andrew shoved away the pain and forced a breath. “The residue of Red Phoenix is up there. I feel it pulling me.”“It’s not pulling you.” Jiro’s voice dropped. “It’s pulling Noir.”Rayan scanned the glowing crevices. “Or both of you. Soul twins. Great. Love that for us.”Mika frowned. “We need a plan. Phoenix residue isn’t like Crystal Sol. It doesn’t explode. It invades. Corrupts. Burns anything it touches.”“And Noir might be trying to absorb
4-14
Andrew awoke inside a memory.Not a dream—not a vision—a memory.Except it wasn’t his.The world around him shimmered like wet paint. Colors bled into each other. The ground felt weightless. The sky rippled like fabric in slow motion. Andrew blinked, disoriented, as the shapes solidified into something familiar:A long white corridor.Cold lights.Footsteps echoing against marble.He knew this place.This was the Helios Research Wing.Thirty years ago.Before he was born.Except—Andrew had never been here.Not as himself.He looked down.He was smaller. Weightless. Like watching through the eyes of something that wasn’t fully alive yet.A voice echoed down the corridor.Calm. Commanding. Too familiar.William.Andrew’s father.Andrew tensed as the man came into view—a tall figure in a dark coat, posture strict, eyes cold enough to freeze molten stone. Another figure walked beside him: a woman with long raven hair—Andrew’s mother.She was shaking.Andrew’s breath hitched. “Mom…?”She
4-13
They reached the outskirts of Vessela at sunset.The city should have been alive—markets busy, lights turning on, traffic flowing, the usual hum of an evening settling in. Instead, they were met with silence. Not peaceful silence, but a suffocating blankness that made the air taste metallic.Andrew slowed.Yuki whispered, “Something’s wrong.”Jiro unsheathed his blades. “Noir.”Andrew didn’t answer, but he already knew.Noir was here.Hours ago.The Sapphire in Andrew’s chest pulsed weakly, flickering like a dying candle. Each beat felt thinner. Fainter. He pushed forward anyway, because the call—those scattered pieces of his missing soul—pulled him deeper into the city.They turned a corner.And froze.The streets were full of people.Standing perfectly still.Men.Women.Children.Old, young, workers, students—all frozen mid-step, mid-motion, mid-breath. Hundreds of them. Their eyes were open, staring forward, but empty—hollow glass marbles with no light behind them.Rayan swallowed
4-12
Rain chased them as they moved north, the storm growing thicker, heavier, almost sentient—as if the world itself was warning them to turn around. Lightning carved jagged scars through the clouds, illuminating the mountains like the ribs of some ancient, slumbering beast.Andrew walked at the front.Barely.Every step felt like knives grinding in his bones. His breathing rasped. His vision blurred. The cracks in the Sapphire spread with each heartbeat, glowing faint blue-white before dimming again. But he didn’t slow down.Couldn’t.Noir was moving, and Andrew could feel him like a faint echo—a second pulse buried inside his own failing one.The others followed close, watching him with a mix of fear and helpless frustration.“Andrew,” Yuki murmured, her voice barely carrying over the wind. “You need to stop. You’re burning through your soul energy too fast.”Andrew didn’t look back. “If I stop, I won’t be able to start again.”Rayan clicked his tongue. “This is suicide. We should bind
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