Jessica Jackson
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The level Noah had reached through stacking enhancements put him in a realm of his own, as to the Russian Sentinel, it felt as though he was fighting an uphill battle as tall as Mount Everest. Asiimov huffed as his breathing grew heavy and uneven, clenching his body as he forced the surge of energy to continue pouring from his core. 'SURGE even at level four is too straining…It feels like I just ran a marathon. Still, I must go further…! If I don't stop him here, it could very well mean the end!'…
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Noah looked down at him, hovering in the air before slowly landing atop a pile of debris amidst the unstable facility. "That's right. You're a 'destroyer'; nothing more. You've encountered existences of supreme mysticism and intrigue beyond the realm of known science, yet you don't strive for answers," Asiimov said, "That lack of innate curiosity is the very evidence that your humanity has left you, Noah Grays." Without any further words, Asiimov tore off his laboratory coat, revealing a mechanical…
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Being pushed against the wall by the astonishingly powerful kinetic force, the cannon-ball sized projectile of Reath metal was attempting to bore through his chest, putting immense pressure on his diaphragm as he struggled to breathe. As he invoked the universal time-stop to freeze the projectile, he felt a momentary sense of relief as he was able to invoke the spell, however, that hope soon crumbled. 'What…?!' Noah thought. The projectile was still spinning viciously, pressing against his chest…
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Slices cut through pipes and pillars, cutting into the sturdy walls and flooring of the chamber as well. In his secluded chamber, Asiimov was led stunned; a middle-aged, snowy-haired man wearing an all-white coat watched from multiple angles what the possessor of the Creator's Grimoire System had done. "...I see it now," Asiimov mumbled to himself, "...This man, Noah Grays, he is an anomaly among anomalies. For the future of mankind, its prosperity and safety, I must deal with him, here and now,…
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In a room that resembled a deep, dark arena, it felt like the perfect place for such a fight. Still, he played along as he stood his ground, keeping one hand tucked into his pocket as he pointed a single finger towards the cybernetically-enhanced beast. A crimson bolt of lightning shot out from the tip of his index finger, directly hitting the salivating lion as a small explosion of flames released from the casual spell. As he lowered his hand, expecting the simple, offensive spell to have been…
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He detected an entrance of some sort that led downwards for quite some ways, multiple miles buried into the Antarctic. As he moved over to where the entrance to this elevator shaft was, he pointed his hand towards the sheet of snow that obscured it. Emitting from his palm, heat waves that distorted the air pressed against the snow, filling the surrounding land with steam as he melted the veil that hid the entrance to the Sentinel research facility. 'Found you,' he thought. His eyes laid on it; a…
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His freetime was spent as such from now on; indulging himself in whatever he liked–stealing, violating, and at times plundering the souls of those who simply looked at him the wrong way. After a couple weeks of this tyrannical lifestyle, managing to stay undetected through committing such acts in stopped time, he was atop one of the skyscrapers again, holding a smile as he felt fulfilled with this new life. FWOOSH. Glancing back, he found the shift in air pressure to be a result of his azure-haired…
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At last, above all else, the sophomore found himself warmed by the realization he wasn't alone in his power and desire, finding in ally amidst the world of deception that bonded with him on a fundamental level. "Don't worry, though," Yukio smiled, "I'm a follower; I plan to support you, not hog any of the spotlight." "I see. Let's take the Sentinels down, then," Noah said, accepting Yukio's hand. With their alliance forged, the two went their separate ways with Yukio leaving only his number for…
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"Drop all yer' shit right now," the tan-skinned, blonde one in the red basketball jersey demanded, pulling out a pocket knife. "Dumbass," the bulkier, brown-skinned one added with a laugh. Noah didn't respond, finishing cracking his knuckles as he did the same for his neck, standing his ground with a cold expression worn on his face. The thugs looked confused by his obvious preparation for a fight despite being outnumbered and not having the traditional look of a hardened fighter. "What're you…
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"Mind letting go now?" Yukio said, holding his hands up in peace, "I'm not here for a fight–promise." A moment was taken to weigh his options before Noah finally released Yukio's throat, causing the youthful, azure-haired man to cough out before caressing his neck. Though it was smoothly played off by the sly system wielder as he slung his arm around Noah's shoulder, "Such a prankster, man! Ha-ha!" "Yeah…" Noah went along with it. As such an impromptu excuse managed to work, the two walked…
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