RECOMPENSE
Author: Liam Michael
last update2025-02-10 14:29:12

“Probably. She was too beautiful, attracting lustful gazes to herself.” The system replied playfully.

Alvin sighed and stood up. He walked closer to the wall dividing the building from the restaurant behind it and pointed the USB at it.

A video came on, showing Leah's startled scream.

“Pretty girl, why don't you come accompany big brother to have a few drinks?” James asked.

“No, I'm going home.” Leah muttered timidly, shielding her head with her arms. The man tried to drag her along, m
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  • something has gone terribly wrong

    Black Owl fortress. Two hours before Murong Wuque arrived. Inside the tech tower, on the fifteenth floor, there was a big room lined up with cameras, with computers connected to them. Seven men manned the monitoring room, alongside robots programmed to watch the feed and deliver warnings. At section 3, the man monitoring it was sitting half reclined in his chair, watching lazily. He would yawn, and look around, checking the cameras. Then he would sneakily smuggle peanuts from his pocket to his mouth. Food and phones were banned in the camera feed room, to avoid a situation whereby the watchmen would get distracted while watching the feed because they were distracted by one stupid thing or another. While everyone pretended to be busy, few actually paid attention. They were merely going through the motions. This was black owl fortress, who would actually dare to act up? “Zubby, you look sleepy.” One of the men sitting at the other edge of the wall shouted. The guy in section two

  • No escape route

    Alvin waved a handkerchief and sedating needles rained down on the vulture. It screeched like there was no tomorrow, and ran after Alvin. Alvin used a movement technique, appearing behind the mage. The vulture paused, and stretched its long neck like it was confused and searching for something. “Young man, how did you manage to get in here?” The vulture man asked casually, as if it hadn't just sent a monstrous beast after him. The vulture went through a special mutation to make it more skilled in combat, not counting how many cultivators the old man fed it daily. It had strong combat prowess but vultures weren't the smartest organisms. They still needed instructions before they could do anything. Alvin raised his handkerchief again. The vulture man sneered. “Young man, don't waste your energy. My pet is a spiritual beast. Trying to use those petty tricks…” The vulture flapped its wings and lunged towards Alvin, while the mage quickly got out of the way. “Squeeeek…” Al

  • fighting battalion one's combat Team

    The mage in the lead stared down at Alvin, his black eyes cold and deep like an abyss. He looked no older than eighteen but Alvin knew he was definitely way older than that. These blood sucking vampires had creative ways to make themselves look younger. “Young man, you dared to enter here, steal our stuff, and kill our people. You must be very brave.” “Or very stupid.” Another mage added. There were five mages floating above the soldiers. The one in the middle looked boyish, while the rest seemed to be in their thirties and forties. “Do you have nine lives? Or have you been looking for who to kill you?” Alvin kept silent, and popped a pill into his mouth. He knew taking pills in his current condition would make things worse for him and wreck him completely, but he was past caring at this point. There was no other option except to take the risk. It might kill him later, but at least, it would buy him enough time to push these hellhounds off. “Why are you angry I killed one

  • surrounded

    Alvin continued to type furiously at the keyboard, but his limbs were turning disobedient . They no longer did what he needed them to do, sluggish in a way that they never were. He felt blood on his face, and shifted his mask to wipe them off. He touched nothing. Blood was blinding his vision, but nothing stained his hand. What was happening? Even as he wondered, he didn't stop typing, his hand moving through using muscle memory. He had gotten so good at hacking that he could do it with his eyes closed. Not in this condition though. Internal bleeding. The answer resounded in Alvin's mind, cold, heavy and final. The blood wasn't dripping down his face and covering his eyes, the veins ruptured from the insides, sending blood to places they had no business being. He continued typing, blinking repeatedly to get rid of the blood clots. He tried to circulate energy to protect his head and eyes, but he saw signs of toxins in his meridians, causing him to stop. He would rather not ri

  • To become a sinner

    The professor looked at the syringe with a dread filled heart. Then at Alvin who seemed equivalent to the devil with horns at that moment. “If you let me go, I will tell you the safest way to leave.” He muttered, making a feeble insincere effort at talking his way out of trouble. Alvin’s eyes turned mischievous, and he slowly leaned towards the man. “What if I don't want to leave?” Alvin's question stumped the man. He looked at the syringe and swallowed the lump in his throat. He didn't know what it was, but he had a haunch, and all the things he came up with were equally devastating. “You keep refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit.” The professor tried desperately to come off as tough and in control. And failed. “If you don't leave now, forget about escaping. I will make you pay, down to your fifth generation. We at this place won't let go of this slight. You…” The rest of his words dissolved into a pained humph. Alvin drove the needle into a prominent vein on his hand,

  • showing cruelty to evil ones

    Dark owl fortress Alvin glared at the person before him. His eyes weren't visible beneath his black cloak, but the person before him didn't seem to mind. “You had the choice to leave earlier, with an intact body. Now, you can only be my specimen. I smell a powerful bond inside you, you will add more shine to my resplendent crown.” Alvin burst into laughter. Blood colored his teeth beneath the mask, and his breathing was heavy. Some people truly had vivid imaginations. He, Alvin, reduced to a specimen? Hahahaha. The professor remained unruffled, watching Alvin like he was a stain on the otherwise pristine tiles. The next instant, the cuffs tightened, causing professor Kim to hiss in pain. Alvin delivered a well timed kick, sending the man to the floor. Alvin pulled out the two poisoned needles, and burned the now empty syringes. If not for fear of leaving traces of his DNA, he would have stabbed the needles right into the evil professor’s eyes. He hit some points on his ow

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