Linda Wilson
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There are a few places that are called masterpieces of the Underworld by the Underworld residents, examples being the Underworld Elevators which are called masterpieces due to their immense height and unknown connection to the three areas of the Underworld- The Meal Room, City of Sin and The Amphitheater. Another place that's called a masterpiece is The Meal Room, which is called a masterpiece due to its ability to contain the large population of the Underworld. The reason might seem like a…-
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The streets of the Outer Area bustled with different sorts of activities. Fights, car chases, the laughter of drunkards and narcotic consumers, small kids performing various acts of thievery, the weak being used as slaves, and debauchery of all sorts occurring out in the open and in seemingly unseen corners. These activities which would be performed in unseen places or the night were performed during the day, making one wonder if even worse activities could even be performed in the absence of…
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"It's done" Rosa turned around with a small smile on her face as she informed the group of the spy's death. Although her face was pale and a little bit of blood was dripping from her nose, she had an expression of satisfaction on her face, her eyes briefly glancing at Anon who was also staring back at her, his eyes having a glint of intrigue. 'He's staring at me.' A slight blush appeared on her face as she noticed Anon's stare. Meanwhile Anon not noticing the blush continued gazing at her with…
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In a weird sense of humor, as the Terror Queen's mood was terrible, Anon's mood was quite good. Having somebody at the level of the Terror Queen as his business partner was not in his plans, so he was quite happy that he could get somebody like the Terror Queen as his business partner. Also, there was the fact that he now had a tier 2 and a tier 3 as slaves, but he didn't care about that. 'I guess today is my lucky day.' Anon smiled as he took a left turn into an alley. He looked around for a few…
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After making both the Terror Queen and her daughter his slave, Anon decided to leave after realizing he had nothing else to do with the Terror Queen after collecting her contact. He gave the Terror Queen a syringe containing the antidote to the poison in her daughter's body, then he left with the Terror Queen escorting him back to the exit. He climbed back down to the first floor and the scene of the slave market emerged before his eyes. A few glances were thrown his way but after seeing the Terror…
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A mixture of shock, bafflement and disbelief was etched unto the Terror Queen's face. Her expression frozen due to the mixture of emotions. Seconds went by and the Terror Queen came out of her stunned state, though her face still containing evident incredulity. "Why? Why are you rejecting my request? What's bad about it?" The Terror Queen spoke, her voice containing her barely restrained anger. Meanwhile, Anon hearing her words had his eyes closed and his brows furrowed slightly as he crossed his…
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"A request?" Anon questioned, his expression and tone showing his confusion. The Terror Queen nodded, glancing at her slumbering daughter afterwards. Anon noticed the glance and his brows were raised with intrigue. The Terror Queen exhaled, then she spoke: "I want you to take my daughter along with you for protection." "Hmm." Upon hearing the request of the Terror Queen, he frowned. His expression visible with confusion. It wasn't confusion at her words that filled him. No His confusion was…
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"So what business do you have for me?" Sitting on a large white couch were Anon and the Terror Queen, both sitting comfortably on a large white couch, each with an exquisite glass of wine in their hands. Anon swirled the glass in his hand, his briefly reflecting a pondering glint before it vanished just as fast as it came. "Hmm." A soft sound escaped his lips as he mused. Then a few seconds later, he took a sip from the glass in his hands, and a soft clang resounded moments later as he placed the…
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Anon stood rooted on the spot, a mixture of astonishment and disbelief etched on his face as he stared at the source of familiarity in the depths of the blood pool. 'This was definitely not what I expected.' Anon had this thought as he gazed at one of the most complex, if not the most complex magical formation he had ever seen. The complexity and intricacy marveling Anon. Despite the depths of the blood pool, Anon could see numerous magical symbols engraved unto the walls of the pool, and the floor…
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Despite Anon dismissing the Terror Queen's warning with a nonchalant behavior, Anon did not plan on taking the ominous blood pool lightly. Ever since his failure with his teleportation spell, Anon had developed a mild apprehension towards the unknown, especially when the unknown dealt with powers that were far beyond his level. Due to this apprehension, Anon was always cautious with the unknown, not wanting to underestimate it in the slightest. With every step Anon took, he subtly observed his…
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