Exactly four days ago, due to some weird reasons, Eithan woke up feeling groggy and his head ached so much that he really felt like dying. "Damn! Did someone hit me on the head with a bat or anything hard?" he complained, furrowing his brows at the pain that overwhelmed him.Moments later, after hugging his head for a minute or two, he started feeling dizzy. Memories he couldn't initially remember came rushing in, prompting him to not know which was which. There were two sets of memories playing in his mind. And because they're contrary to each other, his brain couldn't tell which one to acknowledge as real.The first told him that after he saw the real Misty flee, he ended up spending a night at a hotel. This seemed to be the more logical one as he had indeed woke up in an unfamiliar room. When he also walked out of the room, he saw an elevator nearby which obviously his house or any other normal house couldn't possibly have. It was around 7:30 am. After checking himself out and see
"Eithan Meyer! You're so crazy, huh? You have the cheeks to go to class at 9:40 am?"The fat History teacher reprimanded the guy for the umpteenth time. As it turned out, this was not the first time that Eithan disregarded their class schedule, and it will definitely be not his last. The gloomy-faced bloke only stared back at him, then recited the apology line taught to them since elementary,"Sorry teacher, sorry classmates, I'm late."His indifference was clear for all eyes to see so naturally it only made the teacher angrier. His attitude towards tardiness shows no trace of politeness nor sincerity. Unfortunately, no matter how frustrated the subject teacher was, there was nothing else he could do anymore. Since he was already well aware that regardless if he would give the other party a piece of his mind, it would only fell on deaf ears. Besides, the man in question had already sat at the back, leaving the fat man with no choice but hammer the table with his fist."Hey, what happe
When lunch break came, he first made sure Maurice Jensen was not at the cafeteria before he headed in. After all, even if he made it appear like it was just an accident, in the end, he still caused a perfectly fine phone dive into a dirty water canal. Who knows if that infamously two-faced woman already bore a grudge against him because of that?"Better be safe than sorry", he said to himself. Though it's shameful to admit, she was stronger than him. It was a lesson learned after their short tug-of-war yesterday.After ordering a meat and vegetable meal set, he quietly carried his tray to a table near the corner. He purposely chose a two-seater table. To ensure no one would bother him in his lunch, he left the tray on the vacant seat opposite his. Unfortunately, not even five minutes passed and an uninvited trouble threw that pitiful tray somewhere just to take the seat for herself. His frowning face looked up. And there she was, the trouble he tr
"I-I like you! Please go out with me!"A dumbfounded Eithan stared blankly at the braided-haired girl blushingly confessing to him. They were under the shade cast by a tall Acacia tree. It was near the white painted gate of the academy. It was after class and Eithan was on his way home when this classmate told him she had something to say personally to him. He only assumed that there were problems with the notes he returned earlier. However, he didn't expect to end up in this situation. He simply never pictured himself in this scenario before.<System: Answer, you stupid bloke! Though I am only but system, I still know not to make a lady wait!>For the very first time, Eithan felt like the mysterious and unnerving voice from his mind finally did something correctly. He realized that it helped him come back to his senses again. He turned to the red-faced girl. There was a tra
If Paul said he never doubted Agatha Moore' motives and origins, then he would be lying blatantly. He did. It was because of this that he had her life reviewed. He also had everyone near her investigated. In the process, he learned how different she was from her past self and what kind of life she had been living now. To be honest, she was someone who would normally not become part of his life. Agatha's identity was that low. She had no contact with the rich, had no wealth to speak of, or any special talent worthy of recognition. She's probably a woman he would only see in the streets if he ever decided to take a walk. But that itself lessens their chances of being acquainted. After all, he had a car, scratch that, cars. Why would he walk a busy street?Perhaps, their first meeting changed it all.But actually even on their first meeting, were it not for his stupid but ambitious stepmother making him go to that cheap hotel, he would not still
"Let's stay for a while, let me see your hard work."He said after glancing at his wristwatch. Its hands pointed to 4:40. Agatha nodded. She picked up the gun again and began to point at the target five meters away. Her aim was good. It seemed some of his acquaintances took care of her. Time passed. He imparted some pieces of advice on how she could improve her marksmanship. Agatha never complained of sore arms or numbness which most newbies bemoaned of. But when he saw her hands starting to get unsteady, he made her stop and brought her out of the place."You don't have to push yourself that much. You already did well."He told the girl as she half-leaned on him while walking towards his car. "Hm..." she unwillingly nodded. He didn't like it but it seemed she was really bothered by her weaknesses. She looked so eager to improve on that aspect as if being good at it would help increase her sense of security. With his dark eyes p
Meanwhile, within that same day in Maurice's side.... It had already been four days since the mayor 'agreed' to help Maurice corner the teleporter 'stalker'. The fat Abenson guy commissioned a group comprised of terrific hackers to comb out the city for the target. He also threw an order to the whole Alina City Police to kill or detain this malefic juvenile criminal once spotted. Of course, most officers didn't know what this kid did to anger the government since his profile was labeled 'highly classified information'. However, since it was an order from above, they had no choice but to comply. The tragic thing was, they even had to compete or cooperate with the underworld people to look for the target.Yet unfortunately, none of them ever saw the kid. Or even when they saw him, he always managed to easily slip away. This made Maurice think that the last four days had been very stressful and unpleasant. She lost count of how many times her temper explode
"Hello, Miss Prettiest!"Greeted the grinning boy to her. Yes, it was the same detestable host that she badly wanted to tear into pieces! He appeared right in front of her just when she was about to go crazy from looking for him! It was at the top of the Cryptos, a regular sophisticatedly designed social club for people with money and some influence. She set the club as the rendezvous place since it was frequented by those from the upper society and the underworld.When Maurice saw the boy waving a hand at her with a wide grin on his face, her eyes widened and her hands instantly reached out to the long knife hidden underneath her knee-length skirt. "You dare to appear before me!"She angrily shouted while taking out the weapon. The boy, of course, saw her action but did not react to it. Instead, he answered her question, "Why not? I'm your avid stalker. I'm afraid you already forgot my face so I'm here showing it again