Emily Harris
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The guards of Integration City were humanoid robots with dog heads. And not just any breed; they were slick, dark, metallic dobermans, with steel cords stretching over their bodies like muscles and iron plates bulging on their chests. As they stood on two legs, they resembled hardcore club bouncers; they even wore thin sunglasses. However, they didn’t need that. One of them had killed a member of the Ice Peak on the spot. That was intimidation enough. Jack scanned them at once. Each of these robots…-
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The homeless-looking man grabbed the chair opposite Jack, giving him a wide, yellow-toothed grin. “Can I sit?” he asked. Jack’s eyes flickered up, staring at the guy. He didn’t respond right away. The other man’s smile didn’t falter. “Don’t worry. Despite my appearance, I’m quite a pleasant person. They call me the Sage.” He extended a hand. Jack raised a brow. “Appearances matter little here,” he replied, smiling. “Is Sage your name?” “My name means nothing. The Sage is…
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“He killed her on purpose. That is against the rules. He must be punished,” Jack stated, staring the late E-Grade head judge in the eye. She stared back, not speaking for a moment. Next to Jack, Edgar’s jaw was hanging, and Karvahul’s face had gone through fifty shades of blue. The surrounding people took a few steps away, not wanting to be associated with Jack, as did most of the “friends” he’d made on the stands, who had followed them to the stairs to say goodbye. Jack snorted at…
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Jack stared at his opponent. He was a large guy wielding an equally large metal pipe. His upper body was bare and scarred, his eyes were hard, and he looked quite badass overall. Jack’s physique was equally intimidating, except he wore a tank top and casually held a flip-flop. “Dao of Spanking?” the large guy said, eyes twitching. “I will show you a world of pain, kid.” “Oh, yeah?” Jack replied. “It’s clear your parents didn’t spank you enough. Let me help.” The audience cheered…
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With the ringing of the ten massive bronze bells, the tournament officially began. People erupted into cheers louder than even the ringing. The C-Grade lioness disappeared, and long energy walls split the arena. These walls were transparent and shimmering blue. There were three of them; two split the arena into four equal parts, and the other was horizontal, stretching over the arena’s lip and isolating the four mini-arenas that had been created. A djinn jumped into the air. White wings spread from…
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Jack’s brows creased. Karvahul stepped closer. “Find a Dao adjacent to yours,” he instructed quickly. “Edgar Allano. Dao of Magic,” Edgar said aloud, taking Jack’s turn. “Like what?” Jack whispered. “I don’t know… Battle? Power? No, you need a weapon. Gauntlets! No, that’s too similar. Club? No, they’ll know right away.” He frowned. “We need something that can work with your Skills but isn’t There weren’t many of those. Jack, at least, failed to come up with any on…
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Jack awoke calmly. His eyes opened, taking in the foreign room. “What?” he said before remembering where he was. “Right… The Integration Tournament. House 425.” He reached for his phone and turned off the alarm. There was still no signal—all satellites had been lost when the System arrived—but it was still useful for simple stuff like that. Then, he got up, realizing he’d fallen asleep with his clothes on. He couldn’t help grinning. The memory was fond. He’d pay that bastard back…
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A training room stretched before Jack and Brock. The basement was large—almost as wide as the house above. Its walls held a blue metallic sheen, just subdued enough to force focus, and curved slightly outward, making the middle of the room wider than its top and bottom. When Jack touched a wall experimentally, it was soft, like the training mats people used for martial arts. The floor was made of the same material. Moreover, the room had plenty of equipment. Jack saw weights, dumbbells, wires, and…
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The Integration City was a gem of beauty. The buildings were mostly white with blue windows, making the town resemble a picturesque island. Ar’Karvahul took Jack and Edgar down the main street, where they saw restaurants, massage places, cafes, bars, as well as a large variety of shops selling anything from trinkets to weapons and armor. Of course, everything looked expensive, and it was—even more so than it looked. Edgar scanned the prices of a restaurant and exclaimed, “This is robbery!” Even…
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Waves crashed in the Pacific Ocean. They always did; tall and short, thick and thin, close together and further apart. They traveled in groups of thousands, covering miles and miles of water before meeting another group and crashing together. Some waves—the stubborn ones—even crossed entire oceans. On this day, their journey was interrupted. The surface frothed. Steam rose from below in tremendous quantities, scaring all sorts of marine wildlife for a dozen miles. Something appeared at the bottom of…
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