Jessica Smith
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Twenty-four hours after being critically shot by Alan Warden and burned to ashes by one of Viola Lang's Advanced Slimes, the Resurrection Checkpoint brought the long-haired girl back to Barcenova, where her companion was already waiting for her, leaning against the tall stone column, arms crossed. The resurrected girl smiled at her companion and began speaking in a soothing tone. "Oh, did I make you wait? Sorry for that, but as you saw, that annoying pyromancer was way tougher than expected. That bitch.…
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Thirty-two minutes passed, and the alarms started buzzing all over the place. A countdown appeared on every screen available, even in rooms that had been abandoned hours ago. 99 seconds remaining... Voices from the Bridge started announcing through speakers, The woman used her ID bracelet on every 'Staff Only' access that crossed her path. 87 seconds. She finally reached Supply Room #7, from where she took a Sub-Zero suit out of a locker. 43 seconds. The suit tightened, embracing…
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The impatient woman grunted while extinguishing her cigarette against the pristine white wall behind her. She did not care if it left an ugly stain because no one would use those facilities ever again after that damn day. She shot a disdainful glance to her side. A teen was lying on an operating table, the left side of her head wide open, while a 12-inch automaton was performing--an improvised--surgery on her. Another human-sized robot stood still, confined to a corner without making a single sound.…
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That night, three years ago, Clara woke up after hearing a commotion around her. Her older twin sister was still sleeping, despite the constant noise of phones ringing and adults answering in an urgent tone of voice. There were other Tandem like her nearby, asleep or asking questions that went unanswered. No one had the time to address the teens. They were supposed to be quiet during the trip to wherever they were going. Although they had lost as much as anyone aboard that plane, no one had the time…
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The countdown began, and the System finally discarded what was afflicting it, like a sigh of relief after throwing large luggage aside. The process started by removing the biggest bottlenecks in the area: The moving mansion. Its feet began disintegrating, turning into pixels that popped and faded into nothingness. Since each monstrous foot was gradually getting erased at the same time, the two Users and the two NPCs still inside could not tell they were sinking yet. After all, three of them were…
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Meanwhile, two floors below, Ashley was being pursued by something that could outrun her with no effort. Once the creature was in her sight, she fired the pistol Alan had gifted in case of emergencies, but the black-furred creature tanked the shots. Unaffected, the canine opened its maw wide against her forearm. Ashley felt as if a row of daggers pierced her at the same time. The creature then applied force, threatening to rip off her arm. **Pain is way more annoying than any Status Report.**…
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The battle moved locations fast and indifferent towards anything surrounding it. Walls fell as if they were made of cardboard. Floors collapsed, raising thick clouds of dust. Every piece of furniture in their path was cut in half or smashed into smithereens. What just a minute ago seemed to be dead ends, were sporting new holes that let Clara cross through with ease. Finding them should have been easy, for one just had to follow the path of destruction, and yet, Clara could not reach them. The…
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Dylak did not take the opportunity to finish her off and stared at her instead. "You fought well, for an NPC." Although Anastasia could not feel pain, her programming forced her to shake and pant. If Alan could see her face, he would see her sweat, blood, and a hard-to-watch, excruciating expression. ++It's okay, Anastasia, we've done everything we could.++ ++No. I can still keep going...++ ++You don't have to fight anymore. Amelia will reunite with us any moment now. Let her be the one to…
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Alan could not move a finger less so his head. His gaze was bound to see the fight in front of him, and he could do nothing about it. Holding his breath and to the last 3% of his health. **Anastasia regained control of her body and she's doing her best, but she cannot finish Dylak, even though he is currently being debuffed, due to the daylight.** The shirtless boss brawled against the unarmed combat maid. They have been exchanging punches one after another indefinitely, but one thing was clear:…
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"Is it me, or does the sky look clearer now?" Clara said to herself, noticing new stars in the night sky. "Has the Safe Zone force field faded?" She opened the Navinet in her User Interface and quickly received tons of social media notifications. **It's gone now. In that case...** She immediately called her Unicorn Mount and rode it while following her Imps' instructions. "This way, Master... Listen to Flammy. I know where the enemy is hiding," her red imp said, flying near her right shoulder.…
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