Patricia Miller
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Tom was walking side by side with Sarael through the employees-only entrance of the Sitri Hospital while Natasha dutifully followed behind him, staying quiet and alert, playing a bodyguard. Tom thought it was cute and let her do her own thing. This was happening because he made another deal with Sarael, calling upon one of the favors the old devil still owed him. In the deal, Tom wanted to pay a private visit to Misla and Sairaorg Bael. Sarael instantly caught up with what Tom was going to attempt…-
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The jaws of Nicholas and everybody in the audience dropped onto the ground, and the people almost missed as the match referee dumbly declared Nicholas the winner, his mouth moving without his brain having the time to fully process what just happened. Smiling in satisfaction, Tom turned on his heel and started walking towards the exit of the arena as if he just didn't throw a very important match. Honestly, Tom had had enough of this bullshit. He was satisfied with his performance and the fact he came…
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Despite Tom's alchemy experiment of stacking two alchemy circles, Nicholas was not hurt at all from impacting the ceiling and then falling onto the ground. His physique was far, far above a normal human so such trivial things would not bother him. It would take far more force than what Tom's Gravity Increase could currently exert to harm him. After all, Tom made that alchemical circle for body training and it had several safeguards implemented in its design. It wasn't an offensive spell at all.…
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Tom instantly started all of the mental enhancement spells he had at his disposal, realizing he could no longer take this fight leisurely. Especially since he could not use the mana gems he created that would give him the edge in the available amount of magical energy. The entire arena was full of wards and on the sidelines were experienced magicians observing the fight to make sure neither participant would die. They would not stop Tom from getting crippled but they would not let him die. His death…
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Tom stood opposite a muscular mountain of a thirty-year-old man who was a head taller than him and if you asked a normally knowledgeable otaku, he would instantly say the man had to be a warrior instead of a magician. Alas, the truth was often deceiving and in this case, disappointing for Tom. The man was Nicholas Stern, and when Tom felt the amount of mana radiating from him, he couldn't help but inwardly sigh. Tom couldn't precisely feel how much stronger than him Nicholas was supposed to be, but…
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A month passed in the blink of an eye. Tom spent his time training, making some offensive spells since his family did not have many of those, all the while he finally got an idea of how to 'trick' the devils. It wasn't foolproof and could target only a certain group of devils, but the chances his plot would be discovered were very low if he did it in just the right way. Who would have known that stopping his constant research and unwinding a bit from it via devising offensive spells would bring him…
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Natasha was sitting in the kitchen, reading a 'fashion' magazine... or maybe saying that she was looking through the pages with sexy undergarments would have been more precise... while she waited for Tom to return. Today was one of the very rare days when he actually left the house because he had to do something. Natasha had no idea what was on his agenda but she didn't worry. With the creepy Jasin thug-wannabes dealt with, there was not much that could happen to Tom. Tom wasn't weak and now that the…
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Fury started staring gravely at Agent Barton the second he walked inside of his office, already giving the poor man a bad premonition from the get-go. His sole eye keenly observed his agent, as if trying to determine his worth and see through his existence... making Clint feel supremely uncomfortable. It was an internal joke among the SHIELD agents that Fury was the reincarnation of Odin, only in black and more scowly. His eye could seemingly see through anything and his perception could be scarily on…
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Detective Higgs disgruntledly exited the elevator, arriving on the floor where the office of his boss was located. On the way up, he ordered one guy to go and freaking swap the quivering new office lady watching the suspect... but Higgs could only sigh because it was almost evening and half of the department had already left home, while the other half was just arriving to work or were enjoying their dinner in the cafeteria, the lazy slobs. That's why he asked her to watch over the guy. Higgs knew how…
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"I already told you, I don't know! I am not a nanny for my brothers, alright!?" Richard Jasin, the fourth and youngest son of Jason Jasin, exclaimed in great irritation at the police officer prick who was trying to interrogate him as if it weren't his brothers who died! "Mr. Jasin." Detective Higgs sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his right hand while sliding a photo in front of Richard, "Your oldest brother was shot to the head." The photo was not nice and Richard grimaced when he saw his…
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