Frey's Point of View

Frey's POV

I can't be wrong that man is indeed, Charles. From his masculine jawline, thick eyebrows, and pointy nose, I knew it was him. And most of all is his deep husky voice that I still seem to hear even now.

I was dumb to realize it late, but it's alright, it's not too late to catch up with him and have a chi-chat.

I hurriedly entered Mint Bar again and tried looking around before walking at the cluster of people hoofing on the dance floor.

"Excuse me. Sorry, excuse me." I had managed to get into the middle crowd, checking every man that could probably be Charles.

Amidst the loud and frantic music, I still surpassed the heavy volume of people having fun. I directly go through the restrooms and sneak for every door. But there is no sign of him.

I sighed in frustration, both my hands on my waist thinking deeply. "Where should he go? It was just a matter of minutes when we bumped into each other."

I took out a deep breath thinking of what he will be doing here aside from drinking. Then a malicious thought comes to my mind, I shake my head from left to right telling myself he is not having a pleasure girl right now.

Did he not?

I burst into anger, I felt a nuisance about the idea of Charles having someone in his arms and making him happy, or a night. I need to find him immediately and bring him home to them. I will not allow him to ruin life and obsess over just any woman.

'That can not happen!' I cried out as if my throat was about to burst from the strength of the force that came from me which caused the flashing colorful lights of the Bar bulbs to flicker on and off.

The party person suddenly froze and asked themselves what happened. Even though I was surprised, then the system spoke and explained the situation to me.

[AS THE HOST SUDDENLY RAISES HER ANGER LEVEL IT FORMS A SHOCKWAVE AROUND HER. THIS PRODUCES STATIC ENERGY THAT TEMPORARILY STOPS THE FLOW OF ELECTRICITY THROUGHOUT THE BAR.]

"Really? There is something like that with the Reapers? Are they really that powerful? It's almost as if they can match the deities who had higher power levels," I responded to

her explanation.

[ NO. SUCH AN EVENT IS NOT OUT OF THE CAPACITY OF THE GRIM REAPERS. ONLY SOULS WHO ARE IN THE STAGE OF HIGH ANGER, VENGEANCE, OR DESPERATION CAN CREATE A DESTRUCTIVE EVENT.]

"Then? What do you mean by that?"

[THE HOST IS STILL A SOUL JUST TRANSMIGRATED INTO ANOTHER'S BODY. THAT'S WHY SHE IS STILL CLASSIFIED AS A LOST SOUL.]

My forehead furrowed even more at what the System was telling me. Why doesn't she just direct what she wants to point at? It's like she's twisting the story from beginning to end then beginning again.

But I'm not going to argue with her at the moment, especially since I can see my goal leading out of the nosy place.

My vision locked my target while doing my best to overtake those who were there dancing. Charles was about to get out of the car, and he was supporting someone I don't know.

I quickly returned to being a Reaper, I could move better in this form. Also, it's time to test out how to use the Teleportation I just unlocked.

Charles rode in a grayish car, I didn't catch if he also put the woman inside. He was there already in the driver's seat and starting to push the engine on go.

"C'mon, how to use this skill?" I tried several times, I even tried flipping my fingers like the magicians I saw on television while doing their tricks but nothing happened.

[ RELAX, CALM DOWN, AND ERASE ALL THE BAD THOUGHTS IN YOUR HEAD. LET THE SKILL RUN THROUGH YOUR VEINS, THINK OF IT AS PART OF YOUR BODY. IT SHOULD COME TO YOUR MIND. ]

The System keeps on reminding me what I should do. "Okay, focus Frey. Breathe in, breathe out."

But instead of being able to do it properly, I was just confused and couldn't see the car they were driving.

"My Goodness!" I shouted and tried running as fast as I could. I should take risks, better failed than doing nothing.

While on the run, I am still trying to activate the skill in myself.

"They say, practice makes perfect."

I can keep on encouraging myself. I am a competitive lady since my human days. I'll get what I wanted, soon.

***

At Hilton Highway.

The road is busy, one after the other, different shapes and types of wheeled vehicles exit the tunnel from Hilton City to the other city. Class One vehicles are like having a racing show on the road to their full speeds while the Class Two and Three Vehicles are slower due to their large bodies and being full of goods that need to be delivered by the next sunrise.

One of them is the eight-wheeler fish truck that is driving the road to Morrow City. The driver of such a large vehicle is old, but professional. Judging by his grayish hair, he is over fifty, he should be at home resting at this time.

What can be expected from a country that is not that productive? Elderly people still have to work to provide daily food. Some even lay down by the side of the roads, carrying a pushcart and selling something with their grandchild.

But what can our grandmothers and grandfathers do with they love us so much?

Going back to the big fish truck driven by Mr. Romano, next to him are two helpers, Junel and Oscar. They happily talk about Junel's wife's upcoming childbirth, and he invites his colleagues to the baptism that will take place after a month.

"Will our Tatang and I be the ones to disappear on that day? Our lives are like knitted yarn ball, it was connected." Oscar, who had a moderate appearance, was distraught. Their uniforms are navy blue with a fish-shaped embroidery on the chest, after the name of their company.

Seafudz Corporation.

"I understand if you two have any other plans, but I am just telling you this in advance. Cancel all of it, okay?" Junel smiled and then gave them the bottled water he just found in the food bag they bought.

Then three of them laughed. Oscar's palm even landed on Junel's head, he received a harsh resistance from the friend that caused Junel to scratch his head.

"Don't worry Junel, we will go of course. I will bring a piglet, my gift to your son," said Mr. Roman. He adjusted the glasses of his eyes that were falling towards the bridge of his nose.

"What about me, Tatang?" Oscar hissed, he came a little closer to the old man and tried convincing him to give him a piglet too. Oscar was sitting between Junel and Mr. Roman.

"Why are you going to be baptized too?" the old man asked with a laugh. His eyes were plastered on the road, maneuvering the steering wheel of a big truck.

A pure smile and joy appeared on their lips. There is no limit to the happiness of having a family and people who can be considered a second family. And the three got that feeling in each other's company.

But all that seems to disappear like a bubble. A deafening explosion and a loud thump somewhere echoed throughout the dark tunnel.

Silenced occurred after the darkness swallowed the entire place.

"H-Hello? 911? H-help us here, an accident happened at t-tunnel, along H-Hilton . . ."

The line is cut off after the phone has been dropped by the owner.

The victim lost consciousness.