“Ugh,” Kylie rubbed her sore head and slowly opened her eyes. Her head was throbbing strongly as though she had been struck by a million bolts of lightning. “What is this splitting pain,” Kylie wondered as she tried to sit up. Looking around her, she noticed that she was lying on a hospital bed in a moderately sized room with very little furnishings. There was an IV needle injected into her arm and though there was no drip next to her, it didn’t take a genius to realise that she had been given some emergency medication.“What happened?” she wondered. The last thing she could remember was activating the ‘seal’ and being sent back to her body. She couldn’t remember anything that happened after that. Or rather, nothing had happened after that. She had awakened in a hospital bed instead of the hall of Levity.“In the end I didn’t get to see any of the relics I had been so pumped to see,” Kylie laughed bitterly as she slowly inched closer to the edge of her bed. She had been so excited
Within an underground bunker in Levity Museum fully equipped with the latest technology and training gear, a bare chested man trained vigorously. With his shirt off, his broad shoulders and strong chest could be seen, and his thick arms revealed his visible veins which bulged underneath his thick skin. His body was wet with sweat, causing his hair to stick to his face and leaving only one of his eyes visible. The brilliant hazelnut-colored pupil gleamed brightly, showing no signs of weakness; there was only the eager desire to grow stronger. He had a strong chin and a single dimple on his right cheek, giving him the charm of a promiscuous young master; however, he was neither of those things. He was not promiscuous, neither was he young. In fact, he was amongst the oldest executives in Levity Museum; and his story was the most touching.Every legend had some truth behind it, for nothing was born of lies and deceit only. Even the greatest deceiver of the ages, the one known as Lucifer
That was all he was told before the shaman called his mother aside to speak to her personally. In the end, although his mother was gone, she still protected him. It was her necklace that had given him hope and a chance for revenge. And that was how he started raiding the enemy’s garrisons. He kept making reckless decisions and dying to strong enemies. However, with his innate ability, death never found him. Keeping his ability a secret was not easy, but killing each person who had seen him die shortly after returning to life definitely helped a great deal. He grew stronger and stronger and eventually began dispatching generals like they were flies stuck in the web of a spider. Soon he became a nuisance to the Undead who were quick to send the ‘retired’ 4th Elder and the one-armed 3rd Elder. It was as though they were mocking the boy. However, it was they who were mocked. Maxwell killed the 3rd Elder and crushed the spine of the former 4th Elder before delivering him back to the castle
Levity was a big place capable of holding several hundreds of people without the said people coming into contact with each other. It was a place where allies and enemies alike were able to have a good time without worrying about running into each other; and it was one of the things that made this place so special. The greatest allure of Levity was no doubt the second part of its name – museum. The strange and unseen artefacts that this grand museum housed was the reason why it gained so many ‘tourists’ each day. However, Levity had many other sections as well. A big place like Levity would be wasting their land if they only had a museum.Davies, Kylie and Jack were currently taking a stroll through one of the sections of Levity. This place wasn’t as famous as the Exhibition Hall of the Museum, but it was right up there when it came to entertainment. Many dignitaries that came to Levity would inadvertently come here before leaving; and the reason for that was simple.This place was cal
“I wasn't referring to you Jack,” Sam smiled fondly before sashaying over. Behind Sam were two large men in black and when they stared at Kylie, she felt her breath stiffen for a moment.“Tell your hounds to stop staring at us like we are prey,” Jack frowned upon seeing Kylie’s discomfort. Unlike himself and Davies, Kylie had barely awakened as a Beastman and did not have any notable combat power. However, her senses had grown sharper because of Davies’s minor guidance when they were stuck within that strange world. Due this the unevenness between her true strength and her sensitivity, the auras of the two men caused her great discomfort.“Oh I’m sorry about that; boys where are your manners?!” Sam feigned a look of ignorance as though she had no idea that her guards were directing hostility towards them. While none of them were buying her act, Kylie was grateful that the stiffening aura that strangled her neck had disappeared.“Apologize to the young lord of the Kingsman Family,” Sam
“Miss, is it okay to just let him go?” one of the men who was responsible for Sam bowed and whispered in her ear. Since they were all Beastmen here, it was wise to limit the reach of one’s voice as much as was humanely possible. “If it isn’t, what can you do?” Sam frowned and said. She gazed at the departing Jack with a helpless expresison on her face. “You cannot touch Jack. He may he abandoned the seat of leadership, but he is still a Kingsman. Lions would never allow jackals to touch their cubs.” Sam remined her men before adding. “Besides, Jack is strong. Unless both of you possess Vanessa’s combat power, you wouldn’t be able to bring him away with little issue.” Sam may look like a spoilt brat - and that she was - but she was a talented strategist. Her intelligence had set her apart from her mates even before she hit puberty. Her words were so important that even her father consulted her before making any big decisions in the family. She was a valuable piece that could not be i
Men had spent much of their lives exploring the earth. They had uncovered every bit of land that there was to uncover and had learned everything that they could possibly learn. Some places had been developed because of the geographical advantages they held, while some had been left alone due to the hypocrisy of man; for man claimed that he loved nature yet was more than willing to tear it apart once it interfered with his goals.Inasmuch as much of the world had been converted to high rise buildings and lakeside views, there was still some part of the world that had been left untouched; there were still areas referred to as the wild. One of such areas was a valley called the Valley of the Dead; a place whose name was enough to deter most from entering.The Valley of the Dead was a place devoid of most forms of life; at least not macro life. There were no signs of any living things. There were no trees, definitely no plants neither was there any animal within the valley. The valley had
Aiden’s eyes glowed brightly with the fire of war. With his body in peak condition and his mind an excellent hive of concentration, Aiden stepped into the cave.“The atmosphere has changed.” Aiden observed. If the exterior of the cave was like a sunny brook, the cave was like a cold winter that came unannounced. Aiden could feel the dull energies of several Undead approaching, and the first reached him in a matter of seconds.*Scree*“Zombies,” Aiden frowned as the stench of the zombie washed over him and reminded him of why he hated those creatures. Looking at the zombie that was missing a leg clawing its way towards him while heavily salivating, Aiden lifted his axe and dashed forward.The glow in his eyes intensified, allowing him to see through the darkness and locate the three other zombies rushing towards him. Although they weren’t within range just yet, they were only a few meters away from the first. Aiden also noticed that just like the first one, the others all had some kind
Kylie had another dream. Well, at this point, she spent more time dreaming than she did staying awake; however, this dream was familiar. It was an image she had seen before and one that she did not miss. She did not think she would see this again, but here she was once again, her spirit stranded on this worn-down planet. The red sun in the sky bore down on her and transmitted great heat, for although this was a dream, Kylie could feel the burning fire of the sun. The Legacy candidate of the Lion King tribe tore her eyes away from the sun and cast her eyes to the only figure present on this planet. Unlike her meet dream of this place, there were no enemies today. And unlike the first time, the protagonist of this dream was staring at her.A figure that seemed familiar yet eerily unfamiliar. It was as though she was holding a dystopian mirror before herself, for the person Kylie was looking at was an alternate image of herself. Same face, same figure, same complexion, and the same heigh
“What...is...that?” Razor asked with widened eyes. His arms which held Philip trembled strongly as his transformed skin failed to cope with the scorching heat now present in the hall. Yet even though his fur sizzled and burned, Razor could feel nothing. All that went through his mind was the shock of seeing Kylie in this new form.“Did you know about this?” Jack turned to Davis and asked. “No. Of course not. This is my first time seeing something like this” Davies replied.Both men were stunned by what they were seeing. Jack was using his spear to absorb the heat that threatened to reduce him to ash, for his spear’s origin was related to a creature that loved flames. As for Davies, he was using Jack as a shield by standing as close to him as possible. His response to Jack was not marred with lies, for he indeed had no idea what was going on. He had never seen Kylie in this form before, neither had he seen her radiating so much fury. No...wait. He had seen her show this much anger be
“Those eyes that were formerly lost, are now filled with conviction. They have figured it out.” Bloodlust muttered to herself silently, the pretentious crazed look she had mustered fading into nothingness. Her eyes still held her rage and her quivering from the loss of her brother did not cease, but her hidden wisdom had been pushed to the surface. This change was easy to discern. After all, it was easy to tell when an opponent had suddenly turned cautious.“Don’t worry about her ability to regenerate!” Kylie screamed, not telling the others that Davies held the key to defeating this monster; such a decision would cost them their element of surprise.Unfortunately for Kylie, Bloodlust was keen and sharp. She was unlike her brother. The moment she saw Kylie and Davies exchanging looks and noticed that his demeanour had grown emboldened, she was confident that the two were plotting something. She didn’t know how they had communicated without saying a word, but she would be arrogant to d
Kylie frowned as she watched Bloodlust rapidly approaching. Razor was engaged with the Blood Daemon, keeping her at bay with his powerful blows and tearing her apart with the blades that adorned his arm. Unfortunately, his victim could be so careless with her actions and her attacks. Her swift attacks and careless nature made it difficult for Razor to be as brazen as he usually was, affecting his fighting style. Thankfully, Razor was not alone. Jack was there as well.As someone who had trained more as a marital artist than as a beastman, Jack was more suited to a battle like this. In a battle that required more caution than brazen obliteration of the enemy, Jack was a better fit. Phillip had also crawled out of the wall he had been struck into. While he was not as strong as Razor or as skilled as Jack, he too was used to a more reserved fighting style due to the fact that he had been fighting against opponents stronger than he was for the past few weeks of training prior to the missi
Dark Shadows’ eyes fluttered close as she embraced death. She didn’t think she would die like this but alas, when did she become the decider of her fate? Her greatest delusion had been to underestimate the beastmen because they were young. If she had taken them seriously from the start and actually drawn up a strategy to handle them, even if she had lost, she would have taken half of the team with her. It was unfortunate for the one who ruled these parts to come to this realization while standing on death’s door; however, her death was not filled with only regret.Yes, she had failed to lead properly and caused Slender and Muscles’ death by sending them after opponents who were much too ready for them. Yes, her foolishness and carelessness had led to the death of Breaker, meaning that even if she had survived, the Blood Daemon family would have killed her for her error. And yes, she had brought Bloodlust to tears and broken the spirit of the once reserved girl. These were all things s
For as long as she could remember, she and her brother had been together. From the moment of their birth to the time the family decided that they should go on their pilgrimage, they had been together. That was the life she had grown accustomed to. Her brother’s presence had become a part of her. He was an extension of her image, a mirror that reflected the part of herself that was always suppressed. Her strict nature and bridled character could be maintained because he was free for both of them. Hs carelessness and free spirit made up for her lack of either one thereof, making it easier to reach the level she had reached.Daemons were special. Each one was highly valued, and the Daemon families were powerful in their own right. Much like the Beastmen’s influential tribes, Daemons were the influential families of the Undead, and their elders came from these families. From Speed Daemons to Rage Daemons and Blood Daemons, Daemons were a force to be reckoned with; a force that not even th
“Sh*t” Dark Shadow could not help but swear when she saw Breaker’s head rolling helplessly across the floor.Her eyes flashed coldly as rage and fear overcame every fiber of her being. It was unusual for the two polar opposite emotions to share the same space, but that was exactly what was happening right now. Her eyes sought the figure of the assassin. She wanted to see the one who had been so brave as to venture into her den alone. After all, she didn’t believe that all the beastmen who had been sent this time were assassins. Yet she could not catch a glimpse of the assassin. She roared in rage as she stamped her foot onto the ground, but her rage would not last long. For in no time, a large figure broke through the door of the throne room, blowing it to smithereens, and barged inside with an insidious smile on his face. This person was a beastman covered in spikes. His shaggy mane was reflective of his clan and Dark Shadow knew immediately who was behind this.“The Lion King tribe!
Dark Shadow sat silently upon her throne. Her eyes gazed calmly upon the large chandelier hanging from the centre of the ceiling that had been unused since the time she started living here. After all, what need did an Undead have for light. Whether it was sunlight or artificial light, it did not have a place in their land.“It feels quiet without them here,” Dark Shadow muttered, sighing tiredly.“If Slender and Muscles heard you say this, they would be very pleased,” said an Undead who had just walked into the room.Next to this Undead was another of his kind but of the opposite sex. The two approached Dark Shadow’s throne and knelt before her, offering their respect to their mistress.“Bloodlust greets Mistress Dark Shadow.”“Breaker greets Mistress Dark Shadow.”Looking down upon her two subordinates, Dark Shadow chuckled lightly and gestured for them to stand. These two, Bloodlust and Breaker, were the other two 4 Star Undead under her command. Bloodlust and Breaker were both Bloo
Psycho opened his eyes to the unfamiliar sight of daylight. He squinted naturally, as was expected for a creature more accustomed to the shadows and began to squirm uncomfortably. He wanted to get out of the light and into the darkness. His eyes rapidly sought for shade or shelter, anything that could grant him respite from the scorching heat of the sun that threatened to suck him dry.“Why am I here? And where is the captain?” Psycho wondered as his patched and cracked lips refused to part to even allow him to speak.He didn’t know why he couldn’t move as freely as he wanted, for his eyes were struggling to adapt to the piercing brightness of the sun. He could not see properly. His body just felt unusually heavy. Almost as though there was something keeping him bound. The last time he felt this way was right before he awakened as an Undead. For before he opened his eyes to this world that he knew, his body would not listen to him. Since then, he had clawed his way through the bittern