As Lucien fixes his gaze on Mr. Corbin and notices how his expression keeps changing and changing he shakes his head and sighs. From just a stare at Mr. Corbin's face, he can tell what he is thinking. It is something he has heard a million times. Something his comrades will always ask him at any slightest opportunity they get. The questions had become more heated after he attacked a gang of over a thousand men and killed them all in a single night in a matter of minutes. Not even up to two minutes. The time it took him to kill all of them is comparable to the time it takes to snap a finger. It happened so quickly that as he walked out of the camp of the gangs unscathed, composed, and without a single bead of sweat on his face even those way above him then in the regiment dared not to look him in the face again. Everyone was so terrified of him. The feat he achieved was something not even Tsar Bomba would achieve in such a little time thus it made everyone bewildered. But that a
At that time, Lucien after training had gone to rest on a hilltop twenty meters away from where the others were. But due to his great sense of hearing, he heard everything his comrade said and unceremoniously furrowed his brows. Of course, he knew that the second to the last statement of his comrade was a lie because he had never dodged a bullet before and merely said that just to Impress the others. Despite being Lucien's senior, that young man had always harbored a deep hatred for him. Not because Lucien had done anything wrong to him but because he is way better than in every aspect! Sharpshooting, combat, tracking, speed and so much more! He despised Lucien so much that if he could kill him, he would have done so long ago. Such a person, in his opinion, was a threat to his success. But what Lucien didn't understand even after racking his brain for several minutes in search of something to hold on to was why he will risk his life just to prove a meaningless point. Lucien was
The entire arena fell silent, and no one seemed interested in standing up, let alone taking the sniper rifle from him.This they did not because they are afraid that he will surely dodge the bullets but because it would be heartbreaking to watch him die.Although they despised his actions, he was still to them a fellow comrade who they love as much as they love themselves.How then would they shoot their comrade knowing fully well that he will die? They couldn't just bring themselves to do it.As he observed their expressions, the young man smirked and dropped the sniper rifle. "Haha, this is an amazing sight," he exclaimed, flashing his white teeth. "I see no one wants to shoot, which means you've all accepted that I'm far more powerful than Lucien Wood right?" He turned around to look at each of them, and when he was done, his smile faded and his lips set in a hard line tyrannically like a predator ready to devour its prey. "If that's the case, I'd want you all to come forward and b
"What?!" The comrades all gasped at the same time and began rubbing their eyes to ensure they could see clearly.When they returned their gaze to the spot where he had stood a second before and saw that he was still not there, they began shaking their heads in disbelief.They were confident he couldn't have vanished on his own. That could only be done by one man.Could it be that...As the thoughts came to their minds they immediately darted their eyes around in search of the man and there he stood just a few steps away from them safe and sound.However, despite seeing the man safe and sound, he was not their concern! They immediately looked behind him to see if Lucien was there, but to their disappointment, he wasn't.Their hearts sank at the realization that the young man had indeed dodged the bullet when they had expected him to die yet they couldn't still believe it.Stanley had a sullen expression too. He knew what would follow if it was honestly true that the young man dodged th
Declan sighed and shook his head so disappointed in him. That wasn't what he had expected from the young man at all.For someone who merely escaped death just now, he had expected him to be at least loyal to the man who saved him and give up his arrogance. He had also expected him to calmly tell everyone that he didn't dodge that bullet and that he was instead saved. After which he will ask for their forgiveness.But what Declan didn't understand was that the heart of the young man was full of evil and was nothing like that of his.What Declan didn't realize was that people will go to any length to satisfy their heart desires, and that the young man had already reached the peak of his need to satisfy his heart desire and there was no turning back for him.As the only witness to the rescue, he within him chided himself that he would be a fool and a bad friend if he allowed the young man to oppress others without doing anything about it so he decided to show himself.He stepped out of
As his senses returned, he remembered that a sudden tap on his shoulder had brought him back, so he looked up to see who had tapped him, and his heart skipped a beat when his gaze fell on Declan, who stood before him with a sinister smile on his chiseled face.Without wasting another second, he instantly turned away from him and took two steps backward unknowingly.Declan's gaze on him had felt like a burning fire, one which burned him directly to his soul. It was so intense that he knew if he kept his gaze on him for another second, he would be consumed. He couldn't take it so he did the only thing that helped him hold onto his sanity."W... What do you want, and w... Why are you staring at me like that?" He'd asked in stutters, his breathing as if he'd just finished a 400-meter relay race.Declan took two steps toward him, closing the remaining gap between them, and looked him straight in the eyes. "My friend, brother, senior, and God had saved your life at your very last breathing
He felt as if the ground should open up and allow him to enter and hide. At the very least, everything will come to an end. Peace.And there will be... No More Dragging For Power.He cherished his life so damn much, and the prospect of losing it at such a young age brought tears to his eyes against his will.Perhaps his body sensed that his owner was soon gonna leave him and began reacting as early as possible in a bid to make him change his mind. But is that possible?His legs became too heavy to move. It was as if something was holding him stuck to the ground. The fear of death I guess. Tears, urine, sweat, headache, chest pain, wobbly legs, and regret. All was his.The whole elements of nature were against him. Pleading with him to repent of the action he was about to take.But his ego was as high as the sky and he cou
Of course, he chose the latter, as he always did and as his smile faded, he smirked. "Hmph! I've had enough!" He stamped his foot and raised his shoulders slightly. "If you're afraid I'll win, say so and stop beating around the bush! I'm so sick of it!" Stanley's eyes dilated and his jaws dropped. He swallowed a lump of spittle speedily and had to cough out to regain control. The first time he was so awed. Awed was actually a simple word for what he felt. Perhaps dumbstruck would fit in better. Gosh, how can anyone be so evil? He is about to die yet he keeps protecting his ego. What manner of foolishness is that? As Stanley stared at him with his deep rosy-colored eyes his urge to kill him intensified to an extent of more than a thousand degrees. His grip on the sniper rifle tightened, his face darkened and he clenched his jaw exuding a menacing murderous aura. Without saying anything else, he raised the sniper rifle to his shoulder level, placed his eyes on the scope, cocked it,