Linda Moore
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Codes rule the world. That wasn't something anyone could deny. The more powerful the Codes a Hunter has, the more influencial they become. Sitting on top of the pedestal of power are the Primordial Beast Bearers. Drake Nelson, the Bearer of the Dragon, rules over every human with his overwhelming power. It wasn't because he was the first person to gain a Primordial Beast Code that he was given the title, but because of the sheer power the man has. Drake Nelson's morph ability is only one of his endless…-
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There was a satisfying smirk on Allen's face as he feasted on the swan's meat. He started a fire right by the lake and grilled the swan meat after plucking all its feathers. One of the sellable items from the Otherworlds apart from the Codes are the beasts' raw materials. A pound of this swan feathers would at least provide Allen a food for a day in Earth. The Otherworlds provided Hunters more sources of money to venture to, that was why it was so popular among humans. One thing Allen noticed after his…
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The shock on Allen's face stayed for a few more seconds, the event that had been happening felt too unreal for him. "W-What?" His world stopped for a brief moment. Allen rubbed his eyes with his hands as hard as he could. He pinched his arm, his stomach, and his legs. He didn't want to believe it, but it was real. When it was, his mouth formed a smile and a chuckle escaped his lips. When the Otherworlds' portals opened, there was a large stone slate that had twelve different animals engraved in it. The…
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The dusk was setting. The orange skies signalled the start of twilight, and the fierce nocturnal beasts were starting to wake up. But a frail young boy was still out in the middle of the woods alone. His group had left him in the First World called Haven intentionally. They saw it fitting for him to just die instead of holding their group down like he always do. His silver white hair would always attract beasts that made their hunts difficult. He was also weak, only reaching up to Level 3 after years of…
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On the surface, a seemingly ordinary object. And yet… “My heart feels uneasy just looking at it…” “You said one of these was used against you in your last life, right? Remember anything about them?” “The memories of that time are unclear, yet I recall a feeling of raw dread and pure terror,” Zaessythra answered. “I’ve been in thousands of battles, yet the instinctive feeling of fear it provokes deep within is unnatural.” “Information: unit experiencing unknown programming…-
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And so, it began. Orodan, Zaessythra and W78 were standing before the periphery of Shadowmoon City. He’d brought up the idea of going in alone. Of course that was immediately shot down. Without W78 camouflaging them, the trio would be almost instantly detected by one of the dozens of scans constantly running through the planet passively. Zaessythra held the fail-safe weapon and was the only one who could reliably kill Orodan before the Hegemony used the shard upon him. The fail-safe provided by the…
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“I still think I’d like to ride a flying broom.” “And you’re thinking to say this now, when we’re about to risk death countless times in a mad endeavour?” “Analysis: Aerodynamic efficiency of flying implement: decent, but improvements possible. Solution: Remove broom head.” “Unacceptable. Then it ceases to be a flying broom and might as well be a flying pole, who wants to ride that?” Orodan asked. “Who wants to ride a flying broom?” she countered. “The witches of that…
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It was a gaudy environment in his opinion. The parlor he was in, meant to host all manner of opulent gatherings, tea parties and important people. Dazzling chandeliers of gold hung from the ceiling, the walls were made of sparkling marble and inlaid with jewels and the curtains and banners lining the room were of the finest make. All while the sunlight filtered in and created a scene the old Orodan couldn’t have even dreamt of. It was a stark contrast to the dreary and haunting landscape of Narictus in…
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“I know, I know, it’s pretty good, isn’t it?” Orodan asked. And for a moment, the parlor was entirely silent. Zaessythra looked awe-struck, the pulsing glyphs upon W78’s frame spoke of a pattern of new information… and the other person in the room was speechless too. “You… that’s…” Zaessythra muttered. “Information entered into database. Observation: subject attempting to interfere with enemy facial recognition. Predicted effectiveness: 0%,” W78 stated. “W-what?!” Orodan…
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If reversing time for a mere continent of Xuejin had been incredibly difficult, then undoing the destruction of the entire world was a truly monumental task. Orodan had to sit down and spend two entire hours doing the task slowly. Time Reversal wasn’t as simple as just throwing more power into the task at hand. Even though it might’ve seemed like it whenever Orodan was involved, the reality was otherwise. Pulling the river of time backwards involved being aware of an object or a being and consciously…
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