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He did not have the same goal as everyone else. Everyone was aware. He wanted to know. That's all. *************************************** NTR - never Yuri - never Netori - most likely Incest - yes The mc will be OP. And when I say OP, I mean it. Ridiculously so. If I someday finish this, I want him to be one of the strongest fictional characters. The beginning will be pretty generic since I took inspiration from numerous novels/manhwas with the same plot, especially from Regressor Instruction Manual, but after that, I'd say it'll be different. This novel will never get contracted. I doubt I'll ever be able to, but if I actually have the chance in the future, I won't. I don't want to make money off of this, I just want to write. Who knows, maybe someone will like it. I don't have a writing schedule. Whenever I feel like writing, I will write. That's about it. Have a good one, folks!

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Bonding

"Come on, let me have some alone time with him!" a man laughed, talking with a woman.

That woman, most likely the mother, was holding a boy by his hand. The boy, which seemed to be 5, was adorable. He was taking after his mother, having the same hair color, eye color and sometimes he even acted the same way she did.

The mother glanced at the boy's father.

"You already had that alone time yesterday."

"Not really, since you were right behind us, haha..."

It is worth mentioning that the boy's mother was basically glued to him. There is never a moment where she loses sight of him.

"Isn't it better that way? We are a family, after all."

"Look, if you let me have an hour of father-son bonding time with him, I promise I'll do your work for a week."

She wanted to refuse, but then thought about it. If she could resist not seeing her son for an hour, she could be only with him all the time for a whole week.

An hour for a week. It sounded good. But could she?

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She lowered herself to reach his eye level, smiling sweetly at him.

"Alright, sweetie. Your father wants to have some alone time with you. Go have fun!" she said, patting his head.

The boy looked at his father.

"... I don't want to."

'I don't want that either...' she thought while sighing.

"It's alright, it'll be just an hour. Then we'll be together again." she encouraged him.

The boy looked at his mother and reluctantly nodded. His father smiled, taking his hand and going outside.

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̸̨̨̢̡̡̧̢̡̢̧̡̢̧̧̨̮̱̺̪̻̩̰͉͇͖̥͖͍̩̙͓̦̤̞͓̰̟̯͓̦̱̫͍̲̙͚̳̟͍̼͉͍̫̹͎̰̯͈̝͉̫̮͎̜̪̬̱̙͙̗͖͖̤̲̥̱̦͙̖̰̱̺͖̰̣͉͚̖͚̠̫͖̪͇̞̙̻͔͕̙̲̟͍̲͖͓̜̤̣̪͚̰̺̦̟̫̗͙̮͍̰͎̗̘͇̱͇̟͚̲͍̣̮̣̲̹̺̳̲̭̳̮̳̞͎̬̮̲̝̮̜̫̞̥̬̼͈̗̗̪͖̻̖̭̭̩̙̭̜͖̻͖̙͚̙̳̥̺̱̦̙͇͋̎̓̇͂̀̿̓̑͋̌̈̂͒̎̅͌͊̂̀͛̿̈́̈́̈̎͐̿͐́̿͊͑͐̈́̾̾̆̈́̊̔̅̑̔͋̑͐̆̎̈̂̽͆͌͌̊̇̊̉̌͆́͋͋́͛̀͐͛̓̆̾̀̐̌̆̎̈̋́̈́̓́͌͌̉̑͐͂̾̿̐͐͊͌͋̐̑́̓̒̍͌͌͆̈́́̇̈́̔͗̀̀͛̋̋̂̚͘̕̚̕͘̚͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͠͠͠͝ͅͅͅả̴̛̛̬̼̜̦͇͓̪̗̩̳͚͇̦̳͌̋̉͐̒̎̏̈́̔̇̊͂̌̀̓̋͌̏̿̊̒́̊̉̀͂̂͌͌̀̽̔̂̃̎̋͆̀̃̏̈́̇̌͗͑̏̎̃͗̍́̑͑̃̐́̀̌̃́͂̽̂̈̈́́̀̒̊͑̓̀̓͐́̿̋̔̂̌̀̿͌̀̉̀̓̃̈́͆̾̀̅̈́͊̃̏͗̀̃̅̚̕̕̚͘͘͘̚͝͝͠͝͝͝͠ͅͅ ̴̧̧̢̢̛̛̛͔͉̻͉̱̟͕̫̗̣̟̦̘̙̫͇̘̦͎͔̱̜͇͙̺̥̞͓̝͉͙̥̘̭̭͕͉̖̦̱̟̯̤̱̬̥̥͔̯̣͙̠͍̖̹̺̝͈̜̞̱̩̳̪̳̹̫̰̠̜͖̱̙̫̈́̂͋͌̄̎̀͆͋̑̎̿̿̌͋͐̐̈́̄͑̆͊̌̈́́̀̎̃̉́͆͐͗̎͐̀̄͒̏̔͑̀̌̅͌̂́̂̄̇̐̅̓̈́̈̎̊̈̀͋̂̅̔͋͂̔̋̓͌̾̐̍͑͑̒̀̐͋̔̈̓́̀̌͋͋̍̈̽̓̽͑́̅̈́̌̈̎͒̿̃̋̽̾͊͒̀̃̈́̈́́́̆̈́͐̆͑̈̏̈́̈́̓̎̕͘͘͘͘͘̕͜͠͠͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅͅm̶̧̡̛̛̛̛̛̺̝͙̯͈̯͔̯̤̱̭̯̲͇͈̲̫͇̗̺͎̖͔͎̩̩͔̞̯̖͇̩̩̻̙̪̱̻͚̣͆̌̓̄͐͌͗̊̅̎̇̀̃͌̂̈́̌̇̒̈́͐̑̾̆͛͋̀͗̅͗͒͌̈́̃̉̈̀̇͆̐͗̌́̎̅̄͐̓̇̽̓̾̏̀̓̍̽́̅͑̀͗̈́̔͂́̇̍̄̓́̂́̃͗͑̈̃͂̌͑̅͋̃̈́͐̊̌͑̇̀̃͒̔͛͗̔̈́́̀̒̈́͐̓̿́̊͑̉̀̀́͑̈́̓̑̍̈́͐̓̈̃͊͊̍͑̄͌̓͛̈́̎͂͑̃̔͋̎͒͘͘̕̚̕̕͘͘̚͜͜͠͝͠͠͠͝ͅi̵̧̢̨̨̨̢̡̨̢̡̧̧̡̧̛̛̛͓̻̼̹͕̺͚͉̩͎̮̙̻̘̭̬̘̭̺̙͕̝̺̳̳̙̘̣̬̙͈̠̯͍̩̯͖͍̯͓̻̱̮̼̻̞͕̤̮̺̗̲̣̱̮̱̻̯̹̣͖̞͍̭̻͕̮̯̭͓̲̗̼̼̪̩̙̝̭̝͍̙̮̝͙̫̞̗͇̯̱͖̭͉̭̲͖͎̳̼͎̖̹̬̯̲̟̖̺̬̲̫͈̥͚̝̦͎͇̟̭̻̭͇̭̖̝̲̥̹̼̦̮̗̼͙͖̟̗̖͎̖̯͚̮̘̋̈́͋́͛̎̈͌̆́̈́̾̀̅͆̎̿̉̑̆̊̃͌̓̐̽̀̾̂̈́̓̅̽͑͑̔̓̓̄̐̅͌̑̈͌͂̂̈͊̋̀̃̍̍́̈̋̀̊̅̍̃̍͋̏͗́̉̓̂́̏̏͌͆̿͌̈́͛̅̂̓̒̓͌̇͘͘͘̕̚̚̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͠͠͠͝ͅͅͅͅͅs̷̢̧̨̢̢̡̡̨̨̢̨̡̡̡̨̢̢͔̝̥̮͚̣̰̼͙͖̹̜͓̤͇̠̠̝̞̙̲̟̫̥̹̖̟̞̟͉̺͈̝̟̺̺̭̰̞͖̫̪͚̭͔̯͙̞̫̭͖̙͖͎̙̮̗̘̝̜̹̹͓̩̺̜̪͔̩̘͙̥̖̩̰͓͎͓̲̱̭̦̯̟͚̯̤̝̙̰̺̞̖̈́͋̾̈́̔̌͌̾̄̀̽̑͊̀͒̈̉̈́̾̈́̒̃̀̉̃̇́͑̐͛̈́͗̎̏̊̓́̽̐̀͐̀̏̃́͆̏̓́̔̋̅̐́͆̂̿̓̅̿̒̓͗̈͂̈́̊̄̐̄́̓͌̒̈́̀̈́̇͐̇̈͗̂̊̓̍̍̔́̆͌̂̇̉̌̿̓̇̈́͐̏̎̾͌̀̆͛̒̋̆̓͋͋̔̎͗̀̌̄̔̄̌̅͑̀̈͐̄͑̆͛͊͐́̓̈͘̚̕̚͘̚̚̚̚͘̕̕͜͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͠͝͠͠ͅͅͅ.̴̧̢̡̡̢̡̧̧̢̡̨̢̨̧̛̼̮̤͖͙̘̼̝̱̬͙͇̫̰̟͈̦̰͙̜͓̱̣̲̟̭͉̜̱͎̩̳̗͈̬͔͖̫̰̜̦̠̜̲̟͚̥̞̬̪̟͈̬̗̣͕̦̳͍̱̼͎͓̳̙͈̜͚͍̜̯̻͓̳͈̩͓̲̬̲͍͚̹̮̻̯̟̖̩̳̲͍̭̞͇͖̲̦͔̖̖̥̮̼̰̰̣̳͔̖̗͔͙̬̤͖̠͙͚̙̯̱͚̳̯̞̝̙͎̥̼͍̮̹̙̲͕̲̼̜͉̬̻̭͈̱̻̬̦̳̻̠̬̱̻͆̔̿́̾͗͆́̓̒̈́͒̌̈́̎̄̓̔̈̾̽͋͊͗̐̑͊́̐͂̄́̓͋͌̇̅̍̀̓̀̿̄͛͌̓͌̾̊̅͗̄͂͂̇̿̚̚̚̚̚̚͜͜͜͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅ.̷̢̢̢̢̢̨̧̡̧̨̨̨̢̢̢̖͙͖̞̝̤̤̙̗͈͖͖̹̼̰̥̮͎̻̥͕͖̗͔͔̜̩̟̟͙͔͚̠̦̠̫͔̬̗̦͍̟̭̠̲̻͓̮̰̣͙͍̰͚͉̗͈̱̪̻͇̰̜͖̻̞̩͇̫͓̰̰̲̱͍͉̝̥̬͚̠̙̯͉̰̻̹̭̥̙̼̣̜͓̮̣̳̻͓̠̭̗̺͍̞̱̺̰̰̻̩̹̳̻̮̹̪̰̺̦̻͚̠͇̥̫̥̖̠̠͖͎̪̯̝͎̖̣̳̘̝̤͙̤̱̪̰̤̲̫͇͔͍̳͔̩̘̝̟̜͙͍̏͌̍̑̇̀̆́̿̍̍̎̈́̿̊̈́̃̿͋̏͗̀̓͂̔͐͐̃̏̌̃̀͑͂̌̓̏͌͒̾̋̎̈̀͊̈́͌̿̇̾̐̆̈́̊̓̓̀̈̈́͂̓̄͋̀̌́́̂̍̄̈̈́͂̒̋̈́̄̓̆̀̀̏́̈̌̓͌̏͆̂̀́̓͗̔̓̉͗̀́̓͘͘̕̕͘̕̕̚͘͘͘̕͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͝͠͝͠͝ͅ ̵̧̧̢̧̢̡̧̡̡̨̧̨̨̢̡̡̨̧̧̧̧̡̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̛͙͕̩̤͚̳̩̻͈͔̞͖̳̺͔̥̦̤͉̞̼̬̦̬͖̤͖̜̲̪̦͚̞͉̮͙͈̫̲̤͓̠̰̳̩̜̪͓̪̬̺̮̗̳̥̠̤͍̦̞̝̪̠͇̬̼̬̲͙͉͖̰͙͔͉̪̜̠̲͓̭̩̻̠͓̙̦͖̪͎̰̝̞̺͕̮̠̟̯͈̗̞̦͖̼̹̮̪̥̤͇̰̘̼̞̻͍̹̗̪̲͔̥̰̟̪̬͍̩͉̟̳̥̙͎̮̩͇̦̮̺̮̣̞͚̣͇͎̩̟͙̳̻̜̞͈̣̤̳̤̭̯̼̰͕̝̜̖̺͕̲̙̠͙̳̬͖͍̯̝̳̣̯̖̞̙̣͙͙̱̰̜̈͑̿͗́̈͋̏̐͗̽̒̿̋̐̄̄̋̽̂͋͌̊̎̊̀͛͛̓̊͒́͛̐̋̿̀̾͆́̈́̔͐̂̿̎̿́̑͂́̋͑̈́͗͊̊̓͗̌͊͆̆̔̑̄̿͛̋̆́̇̅̏́̑̅̏̇̈́̑͑̎̎̌̀̇͌̊͋̇̅́͂́̋̓̒̇̀͛̍̇͑̓̍̓̆̑̋̀̍̂͛̂̀̅̃̓̓̆̏͛͒̾̔̊̀̃̄̽̇͊̈́̿̓̅̆̀̎͛̈́̈́̐̒̓͗̌͑͐̋̈́͆̈͂̿͐̏̋̒̍̎̌̔̈́̕͘͘̚͘͘̕̚̕̚̚̕̕͘̚̕͘͘̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͠͝͠͝͝͠͠͠͠͠͠͠͠ͅͅͅͅͅț̶̡̡̨̧̡̧̨̡̡̢̨̨̧̡̡̢̧̨̡̡̧̡̢̡̡̡̡̨̡̡̢̨̧̛̛̛̛̘̠͇̰̠̱͎̜͇̝̦̻͔̰̮̬͚͈̬̱̱̯͈̬̠̩̦̲͉͈̠̜̝̤̘̱̻̫͚̗̳̺̲̙͖̝̤̠̻̼̝͎̗̙͓̻̝̬̹̪̭̟̞͕̰̫̼̦͍̙̪̯͓͉̺̼͍̰̦̱̱̹̖̯͖̦̼̻͔͙͎͚̰̬̥̘͕͖͖͈̩̲̼̥̣̩͓͚̼̰͉̗̪̹̰͙̖̳̭͕̲͍̞̦̣̰̲͕͔̳̪̦̯͎̦̣̝̝̝͎̖̼̳̰̼̺͚̘͓̲̟͔̲͍̩̠̝͕̫̲̙͕̱̤͔̗̹͇̤͈̟̙̗̘̹̟̳̖̺͓̗͍͚̞͙͕̬̠̳̪͈̤̰͚͖̃͂͌̈̈́̿̐̓̀̆̋̃͆̊͆̽̽̍̒̀̈́͆̊͒̓̈́̅̍͊̋̄̎͐̽̒͛̀͌̓̽͋͌͐̽̍̓̎́̓̆̀̉̀̐̌͗͐̓͐̅͛͋̾̄͛̃͒̊͗͗̕͘̚̕̚̚̕͜͜͜͜͜͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅa̸̧̡̡̢̨̧̨̢̢̡̡̨̛̛̛̛̛̛͓̠̳̦̟͙͉̻̗̩͎͍̟̲̤̘̞̳̭͇͇͎͕̥̞̳̝̼̣͔̙̜͉̼̻̖̫͙͚̩̱͉̙̻̹̞̹͖̭̥̣̩̳̟̺̼̜̘̙̖͈̪̫̦͖̖̜̹͔̝͈͔͚̜̺̖̭̝͇͓̼̫̙͉̱͇̫̰̺̼̻̗̱̳̥͎̜̻͆͊͋͋̎͋̊͒͛͊̌̆̓̽͛̓̄́́̈́̐͋̓̀͑̓̿̋̐̿͋͑͒̄̔͊̀͊̀̾̋̂̄͐̔͗̈̏͌̉̔̈́͂́̏̉̌̎̂́̂̏͛̾̿͂͋̒̉̄̾̈́̐̀̇͊͗͛̅̉̍͂̄̃̔̀͛̐̑̓̿͑̆̅͒̀͒̐̽̑̑́͌̄͐̄̐̏͒͆͑̀̂̋̽̇̉̆̅̈́͊̀̈́̉̈́͛͂̔̃̚̕͘͘̚͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅͅͅ.̵̢̨̢̨̨̧̛̛̛̥̣̣͚͓̳̲̱͈̦̳̤̩̖̻̗̮͎̫͙̤̗̠̘̱͈͕͍͉̦͙̟̟̙̺͇̹̼̥̼̳̓̓͌̀̂̒͂̃̍́̏͛̂͂̓́̽̀̔͊̐͐̓͂̉̽͌̍̾̓͒͋͛͋̀͐͂̌́̀̇̽̽̇̌̊̈́̌̒̂̿̋̈͆̽͛̿̒̔̿͗̃̑̽̀͆̎̍̈́̎̆̀̆̎̈́̂̽̍̈́̇̇̂̏̈́̂̈̓̏̒̽̑̌̄͗̆̽̈́̓̅̋̄̈́̔̏̓̓̓̄̿̆̽̀̾́̏͛̃̇͗̈́͐͂̐̈́̈́̍́̒̓̉̐͒̓̈́̾̉͆̾́̀́̏̿͘͘̚͘̕̚̕̚̕̕̚͜͠͝͠͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͠͠͝͝.̴̡̧̡̢̧̡̢̨̡̨̨̨̧̡̢̨̛̛̛̣̱̝̘̜̮̱̦̠̫͉͇͈͔͉͖͔͕͉̼̣͓̜̩͎̻͎͚̖͉͕̰̻͈̙̬͇͔̬̘͉̯̻̬̟̺͓̼͙̠̬̻͖̝̖͓͉͙̻̩͔̜̜̺̠̹̜̠̩͎̣̲̺̣̝̮̼͚͎̖̜͙̫̲̤̥͔̫̠̖̦̠̘̞͇͎̣̜͚̲̭̣̣͎͍̥͍̻͚̱͔̞̟̩̠̲͖͕̳̳͔̮̫̗̩̺͕̖̰̞̞͗̎̀̈́̓̿̈́͌͂̆̂̿̐̌̌̃̎̔͆̾̋͆̈́͐̎͒̄̉̓͛̀̂̈́͑͋̓̓̃̓̌̾̇̂̾̓͂͆͂̏̔́̐̀̈̄̏̒̾̄̈͛̂͗̓̀̉̏̎̈́̐́̈́̌̒̎͆͂̂́̉́̄̓͒͗̓͊̿̊̎͗̀̍͋̀̌̄̌̒̔͑̀̈́̌̎̊́̆̾̓̀̀̏̒̏̌̚̕̕̕͘͘̚͘̚̚̚̕͜͜͜͜͝͠͝͠͠͠͝ͅͅ ̵̧̧̧̡̡̢̨̡̢̨̧̡̢̧̧̡̡̨̢̨̛̛̛̛̛̛̹̼͚̰͎̻̗̯͕͙͓̲̦̬̝̩͕̟̻͕̠͉̖̻̱̙̩̪͓̯͚͖͔͙̼̹̝̦̩̫̰̥̮̹̤͖̫̪̣͍̳̞̖̼̞̬͈̦͕͖̟̥͓̜̞̘̼̤̹̣͉̻̜̙̱̮̮͕̙̘͖̩̝͍̼̳̯̤̹̤̟̝̳͖̬͙̖͎͈̞̣̥̖͚̤͈̬͍̼̦̱̖̫̩͈͇̻̺͔̩͕̫̼̬̬̤̱̣̪̻̤̳̤͖̩̼̙̼͇̹̖͍̯̤̲̪̞̲̼̮̦͕̞̘̺͉͕̫̺̹̮̘̫̰̬͙̄̍́͛̐́̾͌̆̾̔̏͋̍̇̉̉̃͆̓̑̾͒́̈́̎̀́̐͑͗̀̽͗́͗̿̇̀́͛̀̈́̀͛̄͌͗̏͗̄̈̑̈́̒̄̌̀͆̋́͐͑̾̀̀͆̏́̓̾̂͐̽̓͂̉̽̆̑̈́͊̅̿̑͛̈́́͊̈́̈́̏͆̿̀̓̋̿̌͋̍̔͋̽̊́͂͆́̇̋̌͗̀̽̉͂́̈̈́͌̔̈́́͊̉̎̅̂͑̃͂̀͋̈̈́̐̾̎̿͛́͆͂̈́̈́̆̈́̔͌̀̽̐͌̓͌̈́̒̈́̌̾̔̈́̅̍̀̾̀̄͆̀̌̾̋̂̂́̓̈́̽͂̊̆͘͘̚͘̚̕̕̚̕͘̚͘͘̕͘̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͠͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͠ͅͅͅķ̴̧̛̛̛̛̭͙̙̯̤̺̹͉̟͔̺͙̘̩̩̊͛̋͛̌̅̉͐̅͐̾̀̿́̾̾̈́͌͆̔̉͑̾̌̌͊̈́̊͗̀͂͂̂͒͑͆͒̏̌͐̔̿̀͑̚̚̚̕̕̕͝͠͝͝͝͝͠ę̸̡̧̨̨̨̧̨̧̧̛̛̰̻̬̰͇̩̮͖̭̼̱̦̥̦̪͚̹̟͎̬̠̞̥̞̥͎͔͍̮̪͉̲̦͎̟̗̫͕̬̬̦͓̭̪̯̼̪͙͚̮̦̳̱̝͉̻̰̭̻̝̥̞̝͈̜̙͖̟̤̮̲̲̫͎̻̦̯̦͍̟͕͉̭̭͎̤̗̯͚͙̜̣̱͇̜̺̯̫̙̻̣̠̞͍͈̗̦̮͇͇̲͉̩̘͕̝̮̩͙̼̥͖̦͈̬̦̯̻̈́̉͌̉̅͗͂̀̂̎̾̀̓̉̂̀͋̊̄̏̎̑̀̋̽̊͗̈́̀̊̀͆̀͘̚͜͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅ

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Ertex's eyes opened.

His dream ended.

His dream ended?

He didn't usually have dreams.

He didn't like having dreams.

They were always like this.

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It was still dark outside.

Looking at the clock on the wall, he saw it was 03:49 am.

When he was about to leave the bed, he felt Arga trembling.

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Did he wake up because of her trembling or because the dream ended?

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He covered her with a blanket and then went to the balcony.

As he looked up, he realized there were no stars visible.

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No. He just woke up.

There were no stars. Only darkness. As if this place did not exist before, but suddenly came into existence.

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He took out the pack of cigarettes he stole from Beil and lit one.

There was nobody outside. Well, almost nobody.

Someone was sitting on a piece of wood. Focusing on the figure, Ertex saw someone familiar.

'Artrus?'

Feeling like he was being watched, Artrus looked up, making eye contact with Ertex. He could see that the regressor looked quite tired.

Blowing out the smoke, he showed him the pack, as if asking if he wants one. Artrus looked at the cigarettes before slowly nodding his head.

Ertex quietly left the room after seeing that Arga was sleeping peacefully.

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"I don't know what these are made of, so don't blame me if your cock doesn't get up anymore or something."

Artrus ignored his remark, taking one.

They both stood in silence for a while.

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"Hey." Artrus called out.

"Yes?"

"..."

"How are you so calm about all of this? Both you and your mother. Your freedom has been stolen, yet..."

Artrus remembered how he felt in his previous life. Fear, sorrow, helplessness, anger, despair... there wasn't a single day where he wouldn't feel at least one of these.

"What changes if I'm not?"

"Well... nothing. But isn't that how everyone should react? Even if you know nothing will change, wouldn't you be scared? Surprised at least?"

"I guess you are right. I'm not really one that gets scared so easily, though. Knowing I can't get killed just by anyone also helps. But come to think of it, you weren't that surprised yourself. So why do you question me?"

Artrus didn't say anything.

"Where'd you get these?" he asked referring to the cigs, changing the subject.

Ertex didn't care. He was in no rush to find everyone's skeletons in the closet.

"Someone gave them to me."

Artrus nodded.

Ertex threw the cigarette after finishing, patting Artrus on the back.

"I'm going back to sleep. You should, too. Or don't." he said as he got up. "And stop worrying so much. If you kill something or someone, shouldn't you also be prepared to be killed? If you are too stubborn to acknowledge this situation, just get stronger. It is that easy." were his last words before returning to his room.

Ertex glanced at the clock, seeing that it was now 04:03 am. He got back into bed, closing his eyes.

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The night passed.

The first to get up was Arga, as she was always a morning person. By the time she finished showering, Ertex was awake too.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked.

"So so. It was pretty hot. You?"

"I did." she nodded. "What's the plan for today?"

"To eat something. I'm hungry. After that, we'll look for Edna."

"To make her come with us?"

"Don't know if she was acknowledged. We'll see."

Ertex finished his morning routine and then they left. Artrus was nowhere to be found, most likely gathering the items he needed.

They reached a quite crowded restaurant, with almost all the tables taken.

They both ordered sandwiches and water. The sandwiches didn't look particularly good nor tasted heavenly, but they filled their stomachs. After they finished eating, they laid and left.

"Now?"

"To the downtown. I've a hunch something will happen there. Most likely Edna will be there too."

"I have to buy some clothes, don't you think?"

"I've already thought about this. Don't worry, we'll buy new clothes after we 'move up', whatever that means. Don't waste your money here."

'But I have more than enough..' Arga thought but didn't say anything, knowing his obsession with money.

They arrived at the downtown, and lo and behold.

A ruckus!

Even Edna was there!

Unbelievable, right?

'No wonder my luck is undefined.'

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"Is that your team?" Ertex said after suddenly appearing besides Edna.

"?!"

Not even Arga was able to perceive Ertex's speed, let alone Edna.

"What are you doing here?"

"Searching for you. Imagine my surprise finding you and seeing you're getting bullied."

Ertex always likes to exaggerate things.

"Bullying? I would never do such thing nor allow any of my teammates do that. It's just that she was wrong about a certain thing, and I just tried to tell her that." a man stated. He had to look up to make eye contact with Ertex. He had short brown hair, eyeglasses and was wearing a full body armor.

"But why should I justify myself? Who are you?"

"Are they the reason you didn't join my team?" ignoring the short man, he turned to Edna, who avoided eye contact. "You should just kill them."

The man burst out laughing.

"Kill us? Please. I'll spare you this time since you must be a newbie, but please, for your sake, think before you speak next time."

Ertex already saw their stats. While Edna had no chance winning against all of them, she could easily beat everyone in a 1 v 1.

So that either meant that they were always grouped, either she didn't want to, either they were fooling her with something. Maybe all of the above?

He remembered how she looked like when she saw his mother hugging him. Maybe she had a missing relative that she wanted to find?

Either way, Ertex could help her.

He took a step forward, standing right in front of the short man, looking down on him.

"Since you have your reasons, I'll do it for you."

The man frowned at him.

"Do what, exactly?"

"Edna, since this is my first time helping you, I'll give you a fair price."

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"They are nine. 45,000 coins and I'll kill them for you." he said with a smile.

I always get lazy towards the end of the chapters. My bad.

The weird words should have been bigger and in a straight line. It's not really what I wanted, but it's alright

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