William Anderson
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Mr. Patrick went into his friend's room the next day. Seeing Mr. Jonathan, a buddy. "I brought the river artwork," Mr. Patrick said. Mr. Jonathan, who sat next to him, got up from his seat. Mr. Patrick's brown case was taken from him. The river artwork is kept in the brown case. He didn't double-check it. Rather, he had complete faith in his pal. He put the brown case in his ring of storage. Mr. Patrick smiled as he saw his buddies' behaviour. "He hasn't changed..." He pondered his thoughts. He…-
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Perhaps I knew the reason, perhaps I didn't. Either way, I didn't care about it. But one thing was clear and it's that last night I had gotten the best sleep in a while. As the morning hit the mark and the sun rays entered my room through the big glass window, I slowly opened my eyes. Before me, I saw the figure of a beautiful girl. The sunlight was glistering through her ocean-blue hair, making her deep-red eyes shine like gems as she looked at me. "Were you staring at me the whole night?" I…
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Mr. Jonathan's explanation was heard. I'm having trouble making a decision. If those two sections contain any precious treasure. I won't think twice about ignoring the painting. Painting, on the other hand, has always piqued my interest. It's possible that my instincts are incorrect. But I'd like to rely on my instincts. "Mr. Jonathan, I have made my decision," I said. Please consider purchasing the picture." I stated it with a smile on my face. Mr. Jonathan, taken aback by the news, sighed helplessly and…
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"Knock" After knocking on the door, Mr. Patrick has been patiently waiting. Mr. Jonathan is currently engrossed in his meditation, he surmised. He paused for a few moments. A door opened with a "crack." "How are you doing?" Mr. Jonathan inquired. His words alluded to the treasure list. Mr. Patrick gives him a sidelong glance. He sat back in his seat, relaxed. Then he motions Mr. Jonathan to take his seat. Seeing his friend's small actions renewed his hope. "Can you break the suspense now?" he asked,…
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Req came forward and then held my hand. I could feel that, I could feel her skin, I could feel the softness of her hand, her delicate fingers, and everything else. However, that was not true for her. She could feel none of it. It was the cost she had to pay in order to become immortal, and looking at how she didn't CHOOSE to be a spiritual entity all of it rather seemed like a curse. "How…" I said. "How can I go back?" I asked. I was unsure of it myself as I didn't exactly know what she was asking…
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"T-That's…not true!" I said, raising my voice. However, for some reason, I could not find a way to counter what she was saying. It was as if the words weren't coming to my mind. 'Is she telling the truth? No that's not possible! It's utter nonsense. Why would I go out of my way to trust her when that will only cause trouble? There's no way I'd do something that stupid. There's no fucking way I am that stupid! 'There must be something wrong, perhaps she is trying to manipulate me somehow. Yeah,…
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After conversing with so many different networks, I've come to a conclusion. Mr. Patrick came to a realisation. "Either they're hiding something or they don't have any rare elemental treasure," In his head, he made a remark. Mr. Patrick examined his Sci-Fi wristwatch. It's already beyond midnight. Mr. Jonathan flashed into his head. He grumbled, "We met after a long period, but I couldn't help him." If his companion inquired about something else. He'd be able to readily offer it. As though they were…
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"Nine hundred ninety-seven" "Nine hundred ninety-eight" "Nine hundred ninety-nine" "One thousand!" As those last two words left my mouth I let myself fall on the ground beneath. Turning around on my back I looked at the ceiling while breathing heavily from my mouth. This was my first time doing a thousand pushups in a single set and to be honest, it was a little more harder than I expected. There were a lot of things going on and I needed to become as strong as possible in order to deal…
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Mr. Jonathan, on the other hand, is patiently waiting for his friend to respond. He knows deep down that finding anything connected to rare elements is extremely tough. Even if they bring something, other large organisations or families will buy it before it is available for public sale. Realizing this, he sighed heavily. He then cast a peek at Mr. Patrick's glum expression. Following Mr. Patrick's response. He didn't respond right away. "How about that Monster core ?" he asked after a brief pause. With a…
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A week had passed since then. I was starting to grow used to this new lifestyle in the Silver Garden Academy, and it wasn't much trouble. One thing I noticed was that the classes had improved. Now they were teaching more practical things that are directly used in battles. At the same time new research was being done on the body of the demon beasts and all the information was being presented to the students in a form they could understand easily and use to know their enemy better. Till now they…
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