CH(21): WHO IS HE?

Ring! Ring! Ring!

"Hello, Karus speaking..". "Karus, what's you're status report on the mission I gave you?", the voice on the other end of the call asked. " This time it seems your suspicions were quite off, that kid,[Black aura in his eyes] he is nothing special". "Hmmm... Okay your mission is over stop monitoring him", the person on the other end ended the call

Karus walked down the busy Manroe streets of Amsterdam. The people who passed by him never even boarded to look his way despite is conspicious appearance, to them he wasn't even there. Karus was an assasin class player one of the hidden classes amongst players. The person who had contacted him earlier was none other than Chairman Van Hasten and yes, Karus was the dark figure that emerged behind Hasten the last time. How was a human even if he was one, soo strong. Denzel knew a lot of things from his past life but anomalies such as Karus are still unknown to him. "That kid from earlier, he's dangerous. To sense a .... rank player like me, interesting. I'll keep the association off your back for now but I don't know for long you can remain hidden.[Karus laughs] Denzel Rünter you're gonna shake this world...". Karus lied to Van Hasten and was not the least bit remorseful, his reasons? Even I can't tell. His reasons are only best known to him (and the author of course).

Denzel and Ryan left the association building with new found motivation while Leon just waitrd for the Association Chairman to plead his case. The day went by like a flash and Leon retired from the house earlier than usual (Hmmm... very suspicious). Leon went to around town and bought some gifts. Whow were these gifts for? Leon continued to the Amsterdam Regional Hospital after his purchases to visit a certain someone...

A young girl probably in her early teens lied onna hospital bed expression-less. Attached to her were many tubes and machines. She wasn't moving at all, even a little.. She was in a coma. She was pretty but looked malnourished and pale. From the single entrance to the room entered a man with a bag of gifts and flowers. He was a tall young man, he had side-burns and slightly faded black curly hair. It was Leon. He came to visit the sick girlwith some gifts. Leon got close to her bed taking a seat on the nearby chair and clutched her hand,"Sylvie, how are you doing today? Well, I came her to wish you a happy belated birthday. I got home yesterday and a lot of things happened so I could not make it. So decided to make it up to you with this", Leon pulled out a brown teddybear with a heart symbol on his chest. "It's you're favourite GabJ's bear. Oh! Denzel has also started cheering up. Before I go, promise me you'll be safe....[no Answer] I'm leaving then. Leon thought to himself in frustration,[Slyvie, I promise you'll wake up soon]. Another woman also walked into the room. She was wearing a nurse's outfit indicating she worked there. She came along with some drugs on a tray to change Sylvie's medicines. "Uhmm... Sir Leon, please shift a little. I want to change you're sister's medicine". "Okay, I was leaving anyway", Leon said as he got off the chair to leave.

"Oh, Sir Leon I think you might want to hear this before you leave..",the nurse said with a disturbed look on her face. "Why is there any problem?". The nurse took a deep breath before answering, "From the medical report we've been taking, it looks like your sister's health is on a gradual decline and nothing seems to be working on her. I'm afraid she doesn't..... have much time left to live". The was a momentary silence,"Thank you for the info". That thanks was no ondinary one, the anger in the aura that oozed out of Leon durinh those moments were not in any way normal. Leon grinned his teeth as he walked down the hallway," I guess there's no time left to think about it. [ Leon think this through well], a voice in Leon's head said.....

"That was the last dungeon for today, right?", Ryan asks Denzel panting. "Yeah let's end it here for today". Denzel and Ryan after realizing how weak they were went on a dungeon raiding spree. " Tomorrow we'll depart from to the tower for a month so be prepared", Ryan said. "Aren't I the one supposed to be telling you this?". They both burst into laughter clueless of eveythinhg that was taking place around the world right now.

[Tenesse, USA]

In an underground boxing ring facility, a man with blue dyed hair in only a pair of white shorts kept punching a punching bag continuously. He had bandages tapped around his fingers,wrists and ankles. The bag he kept punching made a metallic creaking sound everytime he made contact with it. Every punch he made left noticable dents on the metallic punching bag. He stopped his punches and sent his hand further back and swung his fist forward raising his index finger out of the fist position the last moment. His index finger emmitted a golden glow as it made contact with the punching bag. For a moment nothing happened and the next, the punching bag was blown to bits. Behind the remains of the of punching bag were more of the same pieces of metal. More of the bags were across the other side of the boxing eing where another man, this a little smallish than the first aat with the hood of his black hoodie over his head. "Yo! Treby pass me one of my punching bags", the shirtless man yelled. The guy in the hoodie seemed not to be listening to the other man as all his attention was on his smartphone. "Hmm.. Miller you might want to hear this" " What?". " C-rank dungeon appeared in the Nerthalands a few days ago". "So those p*ssies are asking for help now, huh that serves them right", the shrtless one snarls. "Not quite, they've already cleared the dungeon and apparently only two players cleared it". "What? Only two players, that's shocking. I heard it took Russia a whole week to clear theirs. I think I know my next location", the shirtless man said with a huge grin. "Calm down Zain, they might be extremely strong". "That's the point", the shirtless guy laughed

[Name: Zain Macmiller(Shirtless guy)]

[Player Rank: S]

[Gift: Geo impact]

[Name: Treby Blay(Hoodie guy)]

[Player Rank: S]

[Gift: God of Blades]

[Manchester, England]

"Everything is soo boring these days", a white-haired girl sighed as she continued to drink her milkshake whilst she scrolling through her phone. She was in a very popular restaurant wearing a pair of sunglasses ans a pink cap trying to conceal her identity. She kept scrolling and stopped suddenly as she reached a certain article,"Just two players!". She spilled her milkshake on the table and all eyes were on her. She felt embarassed but was even more worried about people finding out his identity. "Wait isn't that princess Serena". "Now that you mention it I can see the resemblance". She dropped a 1000 pound bill on the table and rushed out before a crowd began to gather. "This life is annoying", she sighed as she fled.

[Name: Serena]

[Title: Princess Of England]

[Player Rank: S]

[Gift: Crimson Seraphim]

[ Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany]

A group of men and women in a room giving ocultic vibes were dressed in similiar red robes. They all fell to their knees worshipping the one who sat atop the altar. They all removed their robes exposing their upper torso (Yes the women incuded). Behind each of them was a demonic circle tattoo carved from their own bloods with horns attached to the them. "ALL HAIL ANDRAS, THE KING OF HELLHEIMER AND RULER OF THIS EARTH". These events took place at an undiscloses location that many still didn't know of. Beside the leader who sat atop the altar were 12 cult members who wore black robes and seemed to be the higher ups of the cult. They all had roman numerals from I-XII lettered under their eyes from the stongest who was I to the weakest amongst them who was XII. The leader had his hand on his chin and on his face was a very familiar mask but his had red and white colouration. A middle-aged man was dragged forward from the crowd. He was in a suit and tie, dressed differently from the rest. I'm sure the man had a loving wife and family who were waiting for him back home but how cruel was fate towards him to cross paths with these people. May his soul rest in peace. The man was sobbing,"Please one more chance, I begging you give me one more chance to redeem myself". The cult leader laughed and stared at the middle-aged man blankly ," One last chance, this is you're third failure and you still crave another chance how repulsive". The cult leader waved his hand and in an instant the middle-aged man's heas exploded leaving a gruesome scene behind. The man died a horrible instant painless death. The cult leader thought to himself,[Looks like my dungeon did it's job and everything is going on smoothly. The flame demon has already awoken and the appearance of another psycho ..aahh the world is about to get shaken]. The cult leader laughs and his eyes glowed double colours, he was a psycho.....

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