2023-05-29 15:40:48"What do you mean, And--"
The punch could no longer be avoided. Andrew brutally and repeatedly struck Orlando's face.
"I'll make sure you die, Orlando! Scumbag!"
"KYAA! Help!" Nadine screamed, calling for security to stop Andrew.
The fight suddenly became its own entertainment for the employees. Instead of separating the two men, they pulled out their phones and started recording.
"I support you, Andrew!"
"Andrew is once again providing an interesting entertainment!"
"It seems like Orlando won't be able to defeat Andrew!"
The whispers from the employees only fueled Andrew's madness. His face now had a smile as he watched blood flowing from Orlando's nose.
Meanwhile, Erica could only cry as she tried to pull her brother's body. But it was all in vain. Andrew was consumed by his anger and the desire to silence Orlando.
"Hey, stop it! What are you doing there, disperse!"
A man shouted from the hall, suddenly causing the employees who were watching the altercation to scatter in a hurry. However, Andrew was completely undeterred. He remained focused on pounding Orlando's bruised face.
A man in a dark blue suit appeared and shouted, "Andrew! Stop!"
Simultaneously, three guards quickly pulled Andrew off Orlando. Andrew grinned widely and spoke to the man in the blue suit, who was the CEO of the company.
"Ah, Sir, this is enjoyable, why did you stop me? Just a little more, and he would have seen hell!"
"Fuck you, Andrew!" Nadine screamed while crying, embracing Orlando, who was about to be evacuated by several guards.
"Ah, I'll send you to hell too, Nadine. Don't worry, you won't be separated!"
"Shut up, Andrew!"
Andrew's gaze then shifted to the enraged CEO. His face turned red, and he took off his black sunglasses, revealing the fierce glare in his eyes.
"Do you know what you did wrong, don't you?" the CEO asked.
"There's nothing wrong, Sir. Imagine if your child or spouse were insulted by trash? What would you do? Would you stay silent? I'm not sure. Self-respect is far more important, you understand that."
The CEO approached and stared at Andrew, then whispered softly. "Yes, but you better understand what kind of trash you're fighting against. Paper trash? Or junk that can kill you with rust and sharp edges? You've made a mistake, Andrew!"
The CEO glanced at the guards behind him. "Finish him off, make it worse than Orlando."
"No, don't do anything bad to my brother! I beg you!" Erica tried to stop the guards from touching Andrew, but to no avail. The sturdy guards pushed Erica aside and prepared to strike Andrew.
Andrew appeared calm and continued to smile. Just before the blow could land on his face, a man suddenly shouted and halted the action.
"STOP IT!"
Andrew and the others turned simultaneously towards a black luxury car parked in front of the company courtyard. A man in a black suit stepped out and approached them.
"I came here to bring Mr. Andrew to meet Mr. William, and I can assure you that the person you're holding is Mr. Andrew."
Instantly, the CEO's expression changed drastically. Everyone looked astonished upon hearing the name mentioned by the man.
In unison, the guards released their grip on Andrew's body. The man in the black suit approached the unmoving CEO.
"Hey, it seems like you have a problem with Mr. Andrew, but let me tell you, Mr. William left a message for me to bring Mr. Andrew safely as he was when they met yesterday. I'm afraid if Mr. Andrew has any scratches, even a tiny one, Mr. William won't be pleased," the man in the black suit whispered.
The CEO swallowed his saliva, shook his head, and said, "Y-Yeah, it's okay. It's all just a misunderstanding. We didn't intend to hit Andrew. You can take him!"
Andrew looked confused by what was happening. He hugged his sister and looked at the man in the black suit standing before him. Nevertheless, he understood that the man referred to by the man in the black suit was the old man he helped yesterday.
"Mr. Andrew, let's go. Mr. William is waiting for you at home."
"Yeah, but I'm with my sister. Is it okay if we bring her too?" Andrew asked.
"Of course, that's fine. It's even better. Let's go."
Andrew walked away from the CEO and the still stunned guards, who watched the luxurious car carrying Andrew until it disappeared from sight.
The CEO then hurried inside to meet Orlando, who had been taken to his office earlier.
Orlando's bruised face had a fierce expression as he stared sharply at the CEO upon seeing the man in the blue suit enter.
"So, how bad does Andrew look? He's surely worse off than me now, right?"
"I apologize, Young Master, but Andrew was picked up by Mr. William's associate, so... we didn't have a chance to hit him."
"What?!" Orlando threw the cloth he had been applying to his face. He rose from his position and shouted in front of the CEO. "What have you done?! You just let him go like that?! Do you want your job here to end?!"
"Honey, calm down," Nadine said.
"I can't calm down! This idiot couldn't even do his job properly, even though his only task was to oversee the guards and make Andrew's condition worse! I won't let him slip from my grasp!"
"I deeply apologize, Young Master Orlando, but hearing the name Mr. William, we all lost our nerve...."
"What does that have to do with me? Who the hell is Mr. William? I don't care! All I want is for Andrew to suffer more and be locked up in prison! I want him to live in torment there, even if it means dying in jail! I will call my father to handle all of this and make sure you receive a warning letter, you stupid CEO!"
"It would be better not to, Young Master."
The CEO's words stopped Orlando, who was searching for his father's number on his phone. "What do you mean?!"
"We're not dealing with just anyone. Mr. William is a powerful figure in this city. Everyone knows how cold and firm he can be. If something doesn't meet his desires, he can destroy it. Especially if it already belongs to him, we won't be able to disturb him. Perhaps, another good thing is that Andrew made a mistake and is being called to receive a terrible punishment. We don't know, Young Master."
The CEO's brief explanation made Orlando think. He turned off his phone and said, "Okay, in that case, I want you to gather information about Andrew's condition. If he's still fine, I swear to God, I won't let him go. I don't care if he's locked up in a cage with a thousand adult tigers! He must suffer!"
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The fused being walked through the ruined city like a silent storm given form, each step trailing faint ripples of light and shadow that bent the air in unnatural curves. The sky remained torn above him, the cracks glowing with a slow, pulsating radiance that resembled a heartbeat too large for any mortal world to contain. The atmosphere trembled softly, as if the world were whispering ancient instructions through the wind.Behind him, the team followed at a cautious distance, unsure whether they were witnessing salvation or calamity wrapped in familiar faces. Jiro kept one hand hovering over his weapon but did not draw it, knowing full well that anything he wielded would be meaningless against the fused king. Yuki held Sahara tightly as the seer trembled with each step the being took, sensing visions too powerful for a child’s body to endure. Rayan and Mika walked silently, trading glances that conveyed questions none of them were ready to voice.The being stopped at the edge of a cr
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The world did not recover after the fracture of Solus. It simply went quiet, as if reality were inhaling sharply and waiting to see whether it would be permitted to exhale again. The sky above remained carved open with a violent wound of shadow and broken light, the cracks pulsing faintly like the scar of a god struggling to comprehend its own injury. Even the wind moved strangely, as though the atmosphere was afraid to disturb the aftermath of something it could not fully understand.Andrew knelt beside Noir beneath that broken sky, still holding him tightly as shadow heat bled slowly from Noir’s body. His breathing was thin and uneven, each inhale sounding like someone swallowing fire and ice at the same time. Andrew pressed his hand to Noir’s cheek, feeling the tremble beneath his fingers, feeling the instability echo through their bond like a faultline refusing to close.“You’re here,” Andrew whispered, voice shaking with relief and fear in equal measure. “You’re here with me. Sta
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The first sign that the world had begun to choose was not an explosion, nor a vision, nor a divine proclamation carved into the sky. It was silence—an unnatural, spreading silence that rolled across the ruined city like a held breath, suffocating every sound until even the crackle of distant fires faded into nothingness.Andrew felt it immediately.His chest tightened, not with pain, but with pressure, as if the Sapphire inside him had suddenly become aware of something vast and unavoidable moving toward it. The faint blue-white glow beneath his skin pulsed once, then again, growing warmer with each beat, as though responding to a summons it could not refuse.Noir stiffened beside him.His shadowfire did not flare.It recoiled.“That feeling,” Noir muttered, voice low and strained. “It’s happening again.”Yuki’s head snapped up sharply, eyes wide as white energy rippled around her uncontrollably. “All the Relics just reacted at the same time. Every single one of them.”Sahara collapse
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The ruined street stretched before them like a battlefield carved from molten glass, illuminated by the distant glow of burning buildings and shards of fractured streetlamps buzzing weakly with dying electricity. The city still trembled under the aftershock of Noir’s meteor storm, and every echo of collapsing metal rang like a warning bell that refused to be silenced. But the greatest tension did not come from the destruction around them. It came from the two figures standing in the very center of the street, facing each other with expressions caught somewhere between dread and inevitability.Andrew stood with both feet planted firmly despite his trembling knees, his breathing rapid yet determined as faint traces of Sapphire Reborn shimmered unwillingly beneath his skin. Noir stood nearly ten meters away, his posture hunched but dangerous, shadowfire slithering around his arms like restless serpents seeking anything to burn. They were close enough to see each other’s pain, yet far eno
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Smoke still curled upward from the shattered skyline, rising in thin spirals that looked almost delicate against the ruined concrete. The city below was a bleeding mosaic of collapsed structures and smoldering rooftops, the aftermath of Noir’s near-eruption painted across every ruined silhouette. Even the air felt exhausted, hanging heavy and metallic as if unsure whether the world had just survived disaster or narrowly postponed it.Andrew stood on the fractured rooftop with his knees barely holding steady, every breath burning like frost slicing through his lungs. The remnants of Sapphire Reborn dimmed along his skin in faint blue-white patches, flickering unevenly like a dying constellation. Yuki kept one hand braced against his back to steady him, while Jiro hovered nearby with a strained expression, torn between protecting Andrew and scanning the shadows for lingering threats.Behind them, Noir lay unconscious on a slab of broken cement. Mika and Rayan had dragged him away from t
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The world reassembled violently after the forbidden merging, hurling Andrew and Noir out of the Gate like two mismatched pieces attempting to fuse before the ritual was complete. They crashed into solid ground—real ground this time—hard enough to crack stone and send dust exploding upward. The smell of fire and iron hit Andrew instantly, along with the distant sound of panic echoing through streets he didn’t yet recognize.Mika landed nearby, coughing. “Where the hell did it throw us?”Rayan pushed himself upright. “Somewhere… awful. I can feel the rent price already.”Yuki helped Sahara steady herself as the trembling child whispered, “This realm is not a Gate. This is… a city.”The dust settled.And it was clear.They were on a cliff overlooking a sprawling metropolis below—its buildings sleek and modern, its roads glimmering with neon, its skyline painted with colors that should have signified safety.But the sky above the city was wrong.Very wrong.Black fire bled across the clou
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