"How could you mess up such a simple task?"
"I didn't mess up anything!"
"I'm sure her battle sense is crumbling," Wolf whispered calmly," In fact, she should be at her lowest right now!"
"I don't know much about battle sense, but something is not right… as far as I know, she doesn't seem to have any problem so far!"
Wolf rubbed his chin as if he was mulling over something.
He mumbled, "... Interesting!"
Chuck shot another annoyed glare at him. Wolf kept smiling at his frustration. Apparently, Wolf was still not taking this seriously.
"Don't look at me like that dude... I'm on your side!" Wolf's grin stiffened, and he asked, "Di
Vexation - the state of being annoyed, frustrated, or worried.
Inside the bhu-lok military campus, a cadet ran as fast as his legs allowed him. His somber face hinted as if the world was about to end. His pupils shook under the sockets while searching for someone, desperately.The military base was enormous. Searching for a single person was as good as searching for a needle in the haystack. Yet, he kept running towards each training ground one by one.After racing through several training areas in both northern and southern grounds. He finally reached the western training grounds. Fortunately, he found the person he was looking for.He saw him casually sitting behind the archery grounds and chatting with 3 others.The cadet jumped in front of the group, turned his head at another cadet, "I have been l-looking for you ev
Both Creed and Chuck were standing in the middle of the ring of an indoor gymnasium. Grisha stood in between them as the referee of this 'mano-a-mano'. A mano-a-mano was nothing but the name of a simple but old military custom where two parties in a conflict were allowed to have a supervised public duel. A military higher-up with sufficient authority would oversee the duel. His job was to make sure that the battle doesn't get out of hand since weapons and Soul-Armas were allowed. Except for foul play, the combatants could fight to their heart's content. Any fighting style, weapon, or combat techniques were allowed during the battle. However, apart from that, this military custom also had a catch to it. The winner of the duel may impose a single condition on the loser
Creed knew that the amount of hubris that guy possessed could not be suppressed with words or a simple fight. After being bullied by those four for an entire year, Creed was aware of Chuck's personality like the back of his hand. If he had just defeated him in skills, his bloated ego would not have accepted it. Chuck would have come back to make some more trouble. He was like a scorpion bound by his habit of stinging others even when it's not in his own interests. In fact, Creed was absolutely sure that beating him and humiliating him might even backfire on Jia. He was still her mentor and could easily ruin her assignment review. The last thing Creed wanted was to waste time dealing with a petty squabble with him.
~ 'All right! So you have stopped two strikes, but the third one will rip your arms.' Grisha smirked behind her bloodred helmet, 'Too bad, it will also shatter your beautiful trident into oblivion…' With no hesitation, she raised her sword a third time and landed another deadly strike at her armored opponent. ~CLANK~ She was optimistic in her strength. Yet, her smirk turned upside down when she saw the armored man somehow withstood her third strike as well. Grisha's mind fell into disarray. This wasn't her imagination but reality. Not only did he manage to block three brutal strikes, but his mastery with the trident helped him lessen the impact of each attack. Armored
Over the past few days, Creed has been in a good mood. After some discussion with his mother, he realized that Jia's crumbling battle-sense has become stable for the time being. She has not entirely recovered, but she is out of the red zone. Sadly, fixing a crumbling battle-sense takes time and further results will depend on how strictly she can follow the aid. People weren't talking behind his back and Chuck had made no trouble either. Yet, the biggest reason for his elevated mood was that he has started to see some practical results from merging singularity with archery. After constantly practicing with Cheetah every night, and banging his head through several books, he was able to make some progress. Although these results were still nowhere comparable to what he had expected, they still gave Creed somet
She pointed at the bow-stand in the corner. "Alright! Go, pick one!" He tried to decline, "Ma'am I would rather not," Before Creed could say anything more, an arrow dug itself in between his feet. Her eyes shot a freezing glare that sent shivers up his spine. "Don't make me repeat myself, Cadet Gryffon!" He sighed heavily and brought a bow that he felt was good enough for him. Maira looked at his choice and smirked even more. "Are you sure about that choice? This is your last chance if you wanna pick something else!" "This is just fine!" Even if Creed hadn't attended any of he
Inside the military cafeteria, three girls of the same age group were having lunch. More than eating food, there was giggling and chattering. They were sitting in the corner. Yet, their group was indeed the center of attention for several eyes inside the cafeteria. One of the girls had dark hair, elegant cheekbones, and a pointy nose. She had frizzy hair gently hanging over her shoulder. Despite having average facial features there was something captivating about her, perhaps it's simply her personality. Her name was Remy Adler. The second one has much more refined facial features. Her glittering blue eyes and rose petal lips seemed irresistible and delicate. Yet, her conversation etiquette and unrestrained giggling indicated a mixture of self-confidence and toughness. Her name was Regina Kain, she was Jake
"Cadet Gryffon, do you mind if I borrow some of your time?" Creed swallowed a mouthful of saliva. His pulse elevated as he got up from his seat. "Yes, of course, ma'am!" He took a tone that couldn't be any more respectful. Yet, his armpits were drenched, "How can I help you?" "No! Not here!" She shook her head and moved towards the exit. Creed had no choice but to follow her outside. His legs were jello and his brain was melting. He cursed himself for showing off too much. While this happened, Jake and Fang peered at each other; utterly clueless. They both slack-jawed, their eyes shook in their sockets as if they both had the same question for each other, 'What is happening?'.
Hello Readers, Thanks for staying with me for this long. I know this is sudden but making you all dangle for a petty frequency of uploads is just too cruel. That's why I have decided to mark this as a conclusive checkpoint i.e. mark this book as completed. Been a wonderful journey so far. Every comment I have seen or read (good or bad) has brought a froth of emotions that drove me to write my heart out. In my eyes, as a story, Apaurushya has proven itself as a story with a potential of unimaginable horizon. Every character has surprised me by their actions. Each of them have a life. Almost as if I don't need to write them; they can write themselves. Nevertheless, this isn't the end. We haven't even scratched the surface of what really lies there beyond the ungodly boundaries of these Akashik space anomalies. If you wanna connect, bug me or l
"Jake, wait! I'm coming with you!""Mira! You're here too…""Yeah! Just let me come with you… ""Nope! Just stay here, there is nothing much for you to do...I'm gonna get him cleaned, and drop him to his home!""Come on! Don't be like that…""No means no…" Jake shunned her down. "both of you just stay put…it's better that way. He messed with the alliance, so it's best you keep your distance for now.""Don't worry about me!" Artemis interrupted, "Also, I could say the same to you! How is, you helping him out any different than me!""Alliance has eyes everywhere… I already got myself involved so
Creed felt a numbing headache from all the lights that ravaged his vision. One of his knees immediately gave up and kneeled on the ground. Fortunately, Jake grabbed him by his shoulders before he could fall down."Argh… come on… Stand straight you idiot…""Fuck you! I'm trying, asshole… give me a break!""Serves you right, fucker… " Jake replied with a grunt, "Nobody asked you to throw your sword at her when you're bleeding from your ass! Fucking show off…""Show off, that's what you think?… I was trying to kill her!""Kill her! Seriously, dude, what's gotten into you?" Jake frowned as he dragged him forward. "Better, keep your anger in check. If it wasn't for Miss Luna and me,
"Just do what I say…" Luna's domineering voice broke from the sheer rage, "Or I will cut that bird and shove its head inside your ass."Creed's hair on the neck stood up, and he gulped a mouthful. He immediately turned around and limped back towards the cage in haste.As he saw the Little gobbler almost passed out from exhaustion, a sense of urgency rose. He arched his back to an extreme and swung his right arm.At the last moment, his mayhem saber appeared inside his hand. The saber hit the cage and a loud mechanical screech boomed in the hall.~CLANKUnfortunately, Despite Creed using so much force, the cage did not break. The horrifying sound of metal made Little Gobbler tremble inside.
With his unrestrained perception, his eyesight has been giving him trouble with the information overload. Because of this, his brain has temporarily blurred his vision this entire time. He couldn't see the people who interpreted the battle, only the dark shadows that were too close to him. Creed has been fighting while completely dependent on his other senses. However, just from the brief exchange, he subconsciously understood that this wasn't enough against the one who stood in front. The sheer rage has pushed him beyond the edge. Creed's vision was so dark and dingy that he couldn't even see his face in such a close combat. His brain was a complete mess and volatile perception had put him in an aggressive state, almost like a machine programmed to annihilate whatever comes in front. All Creed could see wa
'So she has ascended too…' Akash murmured to himself, 'bad! This couldn't get worse... Gryffon… What are you going to do now? You better run this time...' The pressure that burst out was something Akash and Kiara were already familiar with, because the intensity was the same as his own rhythm. This kind of pressure could only come from a person who has ascended from the boundaries of bhu-lok. Kiara and others were also freaking out right now. Artemis and the four siblings' faces have turned pale already. They all understood that this just might be the end of this entire thing. There was no way Creed could stand up to her. His level of power was far too low compared to hers. Even with his berserk skill, catching up to an ascended individual is just not possible for a mere elite, no matter how strong. The best cour
A lustful blush appeared on Grisha's cheeks and a huge smile appeared on her rosy lips. Her chest tightened with the shock waves that appeared. She rubbed both of her palms and blew into it."So this is what she gave birth to… the blood doesn't lie… I just never noticed… A fire that burned him into something else… he isn't just a chakra freak anymore… he never was… He is what he's always been…""The son of Queen..."The entire went numb when they bathed under the demonic intent oozing out of the blade. The dazzling sparks that burst from the clashes burned into the eyes of the observers.Not just Creed's blade, but his entire body shined with glimmering scarlet. There was no corner on the stage that hadn't been
"I ask you again!" Creed shot a glare, "Which one of you touched my bird?"The man coughed the ground with his bloody organs. The stage boiled under the tension undefined in all senses. Yet, Dollar Twenty and the other five stood unfazed by the turn of tables.However, amidst the chaos, the audience's guts flipped upside down. Both McConnell and Jiang siblings felt their lifespan shortening.Artemis' eyes turned teary. Her ears burned red when she saw gallons of blood gushing down from Creed's head, dripping all the way to his chin.Kiara, Akasha and Grisha looked at the scene with tightened chests. A razor-sharp sensation crawled inside their blood vessels. Not just them, but several hunters from the crowd now had their undivided focus on the unbridled escal
"Little… Gobbler…" Every hair on Creed's skin stood up straight. His very soul almost rejected his body, and images around him dulled to a standstill. He could hear his heart thumping inside his eardrums. A chronic corruption leaked into his eyes when he heard Dollar Twenty start the bidding. "The bidding for the High-Tier Inca Aves starts with $300 Thousands!" "$350 thousands!" "$400 thousands!" "$450 thousands!" "$500 thousands!" The sound of chatters began to fade out. Creed vision blacked out and a high-pitched siren hijacked his eardrums. His pulse spiked up to a gh