Emily Thomas
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System, if I used this Hex Bomb, would me and Florin get cursed as well? That's comforting to know. There were no windows inside here, and I assumed that we were probably in the basement as the air was stale and humid. I didn't know the house's layout, and the inhabitants here mostly have their ATP nearing the hundreds. Their ATP was a little higher than the inhabitants in Euclid Village from before. Though I could easily kill them now, I would have a problem if they came at me in groups of…-
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I saw her eyes widened in shock. I must be a creep right now, asking her out of nowhere. I didn't have the time to explain things to her. I have players to kill and tokens to steal. My domain needs me every passing second I wasted here. Her eyes went back to normal, and something from her smile sent all my fine hairs to stand on end. "Yes." She beamed before she showed me her hands that were tied by those resisting cuffs or whatever its name was. Without another word, I had Lucy cut those cuffs.…
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As a baby abandoned by her parents and living in the orphanage's care, Florin had received too little love but a lot to give. Faced with early hardship in life, she learned to adapt to a twisted way of thinking. Her way of life was always her first and others second. There was no wrong with it . . . until she killed the sisters in the orphanage because they were going to cut her hair. She killed a boy and opened his guts because he said he was in pain because of stomach ache. She wasn't a killer.…
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"Well. Well. Well. What do we get here?" Jayson licked his lips before he quickly overpowered me away from him. I wasn't trying to defend, and I couldn't feel my strength from how my knees were quaking hard so I tumbled on the floor. I quickly got up to my feet, no matter how hard I shuddered from where I stood. "How did you even escape?" he asked though his face told me that he was not really interested in the answer. I pointed my sword at him and threatened. "S-stop right there, or I'll kill you!"…
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I broke the shackles in my hand one second at a time, timing it with the cries of the others. Soon a guy with black hair waltzed into the room. There was something about him that felt off. Everything about him seemed wrong. His head was parched at an angle on his crooked and hunched shoulders. His face was even worse. It looked like it had been disassembled and put together by a child who didn't know human anatomy. And his voice sounded like a cat forced inside a blender when he spoke. "So these are…
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I woke up at the sound of cries and what seemed like voices and rattling sounds. I was more aware of the pounding of my head than the layer of dehydrated saliva that coated my cracked lips. I tried to move, but the room swayed, almost causing me to lose consciousness as I reached out to balance myself. My limbs were so heavy, like I was struggling with gravity. When the burned spots disappeared, I blinked many times before my vision returned. I was in a spacious room. One that I saw in movies like…
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The Mayor's house wasn't that hard to find. It was the most prominent house at the far end north, sitting on a small hill. The two-story mansion was huge, and it was barricaded with white bricks and iron gates. There were also guards stationed at every meter or so. Face-to-face with the house, I didn't know what to do after. It was getting dark, and I doubted that the Mayor would see any visitor at this point in time. Nevertheless, I still tried my luck. "Hi. My name's Cross, and I'm a player. Can I…
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After minutes of running, I was out of the forest and into the open road. I picked up the pace and was unmindful of the stares that came my way. There were already carriages though not many. Wagons were pulled by ox or horses. Farmers were pulling their produce towards the City, and players were walking in groups of two or three. I felt stares my way and heard whispers, muttering if I was a player or not. They must be curious about the mask on my face. I didn't stop, though, since the scan didn't…
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Sadly, I didn't feel anything at the sight of her or anyone else for that matter. They were strangers to me, and I was only here to do one thing. "Are you Eunice?" I asked. The woman weakly nodded, and even lifting her eyelids took much effort. "Your mother sent me to give you this," I said and showed the letter to her. But she was so weak to even lift a finger. She was chained too. She couldn't open it. Not without her fingers. I gazed at Dementia and she knew what I wanted to do with just a look.…
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Outside of the house, Dementia's muffled groans were resounding in the quaint forest. "Is he going to be our dad?" Troll 1 asked. Troll 2 picked a worm on the side and slurped it in one gulp. "Maybe. Mother likes him." Troll 3 picked his nose and flung a giant booger to the side. "I like him. I like his mask." "Does that mean we can't eat him?" Troll 1 asked with a finger over its thick lips. "I don't think so. Least you want mother to scold you," Troll 2 said. "Even just a little piece?" Troll 1…
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