Two people stood on the edge of the roof of a building around 300 meters away, silently observed the fight between the Black Armored man and the Yaksha. They both were wearing black suits.
One of them was a male who seemed to be in his 30s, tall, dark hair, and clean-shaven. The other was a man who seemed to be in her 40s, short stature, blond hair, and clean-shaven. With the quality suits they wore, qualifying for a job interview in a multinational company seemed like a piece of cake.
However, the most interesting aspect about their appearance was that they had the same logo of a burning fist with 2 gleaming stars below it, on both the pockets of their blazers. The man who was in his 40s kept observing the battle with deadpan expressions.
The man, who seemed in his 30s, kept munching on a hamburger without a
“What the fuck is this?”“This is messed up!”“Bloody Yakshas… They have finally crossed the line.”“Military needs to do better than this.”“I always knew we could never trust the intelligence.”“Exactly… You can’t convince me that a random ship entered the planet orbit’s with no one knowing… this was obviously a highly planned attack.”“And who the hell is this sack of shit… running around and playing hero...”“I can’t believe they let some random guy monkeying around in such a critical situation.&rd
Creed's injuries had already been healed during his stay in War God Pavilion. He knew that Pavilion had cured him with a beta pill, otherwise his back would have taken almost a week to heal properly.Creed's impression of Pavilion members was that these were a bunch of misfits who followed the God of War. He did not know who this War God was actually supposed to be, neither did he have any interest in his origin.Some even believed that Pavilion followed several cultist decrees to maintain order among the members. Regardless, Pavilion is undeniably strong and reliable. Yet, he did not want to be indulged with them right now. He still had his own plans and troubles.With several thoughts inside his head, Creed returned to his home. It was only the third day since the Yaksha's Attack so his clone was still with Hannah
The slugfest between War Queen and Creed went on for over an hour and a half. Creed's breath was fuzzy while his body looked like a pickle drenched in a stream of oil. War Queen was sweating bullets too.They both were exhausted and struggled to maintain consciousness. However, none of them ready to give up. Something far more complex than self-pride was driving them both.If it wasn’t for the Masked settings, the persistent lustful grin on Creed’s face would have undoubtedly creeped her out.Creed's mind was submerged under a constant rush of adrenaline. His mind was so deep under the ecstasy that he forgot almost everything. The more he fought her, the more his appetite bulged. This was one of those times when Creed felt true pleasure.Eac
“You know… if you ask me ...in a certain way, he kinda is!”“Ahm… What?”“You know… After you told me about him, his name felt quite familiar. So I did a bit of research and found out that he really is quite famous, but... !”“But!” Wu frowned. “But what?”“See this for yourself…” Liam said as he dabbed his watch, ”His name seemed familiar until I remember this year’s JET rankings on the Glitch forum!”They all centered around him to take a closer look.“Creed Gryffon! Batch 43... Position - Scout,” Su Jiang, shot a glance at the hologram, “
Creed never planned to stay still after what had happened in the Bittersweet Confectionery. He was denied a chance. That day was a grim reminder of the fact that the world he lives in is biased. He lives in a society where status and prestige have overshadowed emancipation and equality, whereas minor conveniences were denied based on imperfect labels.It was not the humiliation that made such a tremendous impact on him; it was his own ignorance. In fact, the humiliation they faced that day was the least of his concerns. He realized that his strength amounted to absolutely nothing against someone who has a status above that his own.If Creed was still a loser like he was a year ago, he would not have dared to ponder over these imperfections embedded within society. If he was still weak, he would have had no choice but to blindly follow things as they were.
Creed's expression turned ambiguous when he saw the receptionist getting up from her seat. Though she tried to stay calm, she could not fool him."Is there a problem, ma'am?" Creed asked,"No, no! Nothing like that Mr. Gryffon!" She smiled and got up from her seat and proceeded towards the office behind her, "Just give me a few seconds and I will get back to you!""Alright!" Creed nodded,Not just Creed, even the people who were standing behind him turned skeptical. They did not know what happened, yet Creed could already hear them murmuring and ranting. The line was already too large, but now a delay too, ranting was expected.Creed gazed at the other receptionist beside her. Though she continued to do her job of
Since Creed did not belong to aristocracy, he had no choice but to start from bottom. If he had already been an aristocratic member, then with his Solar Plexus Chakra they would have assigned him the Imperial Aristocratic status. Sadly, that was not the case.Though the aristocracy might seem easy, it was much elaborate than Creed ever imagined. The head of the family defines the status of the family and cannot be changed in the future until he is alive. Other members of the family will get their status based on Creed status until they attain their own.If a family head is an imperial aristocrat, then other members of the family will also attain the same status or lower by default.Creed has stepped on the very first step of the ladder. Though there was a massive downfall. His aristocratic st
"Can you wake him up?" Matthew spoke concrete,[Affirmative][I have uploaded the files... the sedatives have been scaled down… the subject will wake up in any minute now!]Matthew and Kabir nodded at each other. In just a few moments, Just as she said, Yaksha's eyelids gained momentum. His gums opened in frenzy as if he was trying to suck air within his mouth. His breathing turned rapid, veins popped out from several parts of his body including chest, biceps, and forehead."Is he having a nightmare?" Kabir asked as he looked at his elevated breathing, "What's with the struggle?"[Due to the sudden scaling of sedatives, the subject's body is now in strain. The effects will wear off soon.]