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The Elven Lord's Awakening

Elios was a former Elven Demon Lord that was reincarnated as a human. He recently awakens during the last days of Shayne's term as a corporate employee. Despite living in an advanced world, beings like gods exists to whom he made a deal. "Follow the whim of the All Father!" Due to his nature, he could not become the benevolent creature he envisioned himself to be. Did he even try? Whether or not Elios was sincere was out of the question. His actions prove otherwise, he was planning something else. Will his plan become successful? Or would the gods find out and punish him instead? ------ Discord: https://discord.gg/D4r2KkFS

Allen_Clay012 · Fantasia
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72 Chs

Chapter 9: Revelation

The chaotic scene before me unfolded like a nightmarish tableau of disorder. The room, once a bastion of order, now bore the scars of an unseen tempest. Papers were strewn across the floor like confetti, and chairs lay toppled and haphazardly tossed aside, bearing witness to the violent upheaval that had taken place.

Amidst this disarray, lifeless bodies lay sprawled across the ground, a chilling testament to the ruthless force that had swept through. Their limbs lay in unnatural angles, and a palpable stillness hung in the air, as if time itself had come to a standstill. I gingerly approached one of the fallen, a solemn obligation guiding me to check for any lingering signs of life.

My fingers sought the carotid artery of a motionless figure, the silence broken only by the echo of my own breath. The absence of a pulse confirmed what I had feared – these souls had departed, their lives extinguished in the cold brutality of an unknown assailant. A shiver crawled down my spine, a mix of sorrow and disbelief at the grim reality that surrounded me.

As my gaze traversed the room, I recognized a familiar figure amidst the chaos – Simon, dressed in the familiar garb of an ally. Regret tightened its grip on my chest, a heavy burden born from the realization that I had failed to protect someone I held dear. I chastised myself for letting him succumb to the enemy's grasp, a lapse in judgment and focus that had dire consequences.

Yet, even in the midst of remorse, a survival instinct stirred within me. The harsh truth dawned that, in this perilous profession, one's own preservation must be paramount. A conflicted emotion gnawed at my conscience – the grief for fallen comrades warring with the necessity of prioritizing personal survival.

This grim tableau evoked memories of past missions, where friends and comrades had met untimely fates. However, the betrayal by one's own kind added an insidious layer of anguish. The trust I had placed in those I called allies now seemed like a fragile thread, easily severed by the blade of treachery.

In this crucible of chaos, as I grappled with the repercussions of my choices, a solemn vow emerged – to navigate the treacherous path ahead with newfound vigilance. The haunting echoes of this tragic tableau would linger, etched into the recesses of my memory, a stark reminder of the cost of complacency in the unpredictable theater of life.

As I moved towards the exit, the metallic crackle of the radio cut through the tense air, a sudden intrusion that arrested my attention. To my disbelief, the voice that reverberated through the device belonged to none other than Troy – a name I hadn't expected to be entangled in this web of betrayal. The realization struck me like a lightning bolt, shattering the remnants of trust I had in my comrades. Troy, Andre, and the others had orchestrated this sinister plot right under my nose, orchestrating a dance of deception that had blindsided me completely.

The revelation stirred a cauldron of conflicting emotions within me. I grappled with the unsettling truth that those I had considered allies were, in fact, architects of villainy. As I pondered this unexpected twist, a steely resolve welled up within, fueled by the indignation of being deceived. I refused to allow myself, a being with experiences and cunning beyond these upstarts, to be outsmarted by their youth, craftiness, and foolishness.

The search for the butler and the CEO's daughter continued, a quest amidst the aftermath of chaos. Despite my meticulous scanning, their presence remained elusive, suggesting a level of importance that might have led to their clandestine removal. The puzzle deepened, and my determination to uncover the truth intensified as I sifted through the remnants of the nefarious act that had transpired.

With a clear objective in mind, I acknowledged the identity of the villains who had betrayed me. However, a harsh reality hung over me like a looming storm – I stood alone, facing an entire army of adversaries. The odds were insurmountable, and a visceral understanding dawned that an impulsive charge could lead to my own demise. The stakes were higher than ever, and I grappled with the decision of whether to confront the gods orchestrating this malevolent game or to adopt a more strategic, patient approach.

Contemplating the risks, I realized that the battle ahead required more than physical prowess; it demanded a strategic mind and a mastery of the long game. Charging headlong into the fray might result in the demise of Shayne McClane, both physically and in the game unfolding around me. The prospect of meeting a dire fate loomed large, urging me to tread carefully and outwit these puppeteers orchestrating a sinister play that had cast me as an unwitting pawn.

Fixing my gaze upon the unblinking eye of the CCTV camera, I harbored a visceral intensity that had long lain dormant within me. The sheer audacity of these individuals, captured in the watchful lens, ignited a fire of determination that surged through my veins. A sense of purpose, tinged with a vengeful fervor, pulsated within me, reminding me of the days when I ruled as a Demon lord. In that moment, I yearned for the company of my minions, a force that would have unleashed chaos upon these insolent intruders.

Suddenly, the radio crackled to life, and the voice of Andre, one of the architects of this malevolent plot, echoed through the airwaves. His mocking tone grated against my senses as he acknowledged my prowess in neutralizing their elite snipers. The accolade, however backhanded, resonated within me, stoking the flames of anger and resentment that simmered beneath the surface.

"Andre," I seethed, my voice laced with anger, "Is this your handiwork? Are you the puppeteer orchestrating this twisted spectacle?"

A cynical chuckle reverberated through the radio, accompanied by Andre's response. He painted a bleak picture of their mercenary motives, devoid of morality, where money ruled supreme. The notion clashed with my own internal compass, a remnant of the demon lord that I once was. Despite my understanding of the pragmatic approach, a voice within me clamored for justice, not mere financial gain.

The revelation of their profit-driven motives fueled my internal conflict. As a former Demon lord, the concept of vengeance resonated with me, yet the clash with my newfound human sensibilities intensified. Vengeance, not justice, seemed the fitting response to these heathens. The time had come for me to unveil the disparity between their perceived might and my true power.

"I comprehend," I responded to Andre, my words laced with a calculated calmness, "Business, not personal. But know this – your actions have consequences, and your path is paved with the currency of suffering."

Amidst the ominous exchange, Troy's laughter pierced the air, a disconcerting accompaniment to the impending confrontation. Andre, seemingly surprised by my understanding, hinted at the finality of our encounter. The transmission ended abruptly, plunging the room into an eerie silence accentuated by the remote extinguishing of lights.

In the darkness, a resolve solidified within me. Survival became paramount, a prelude to the impending vengeance that would be served with a coldness surpassing the most desolate desert. The city's streets would bear witness to my escape, a journey marked by retribution and the chilling realization that, in this twisted game, the hunter had become the hunted.

In the silent expanse that enveloped me, I surveyed the ammunition count on my trusty rifle. The dwindling supply, only two magazines remaining, underscored the gravity of the situation. I mentally replayed the expenditure of fifteen rounds, each shot echoing through the hushed space like a foreboding drumbeat. Seventy-five rounds – a finite resource that demanded strategic precision.

As the holographic display shimmered with the results of my adjustments, I turned my attention to the secondary aspect of my preparation – the activation of my unique skills. The silence persisted, affording me the luxury of time in this suspended moment before chaos erupted.

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System

Name: Shayne McClane 

Age: 29

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Status: Authorized

Offensive skills

Slot 1 

Telekinesis lvl.5 (Core)

Mastery: Level 5

Cooldown: 10 seconds

Focus points: 10 used in activation, used FP will be refreshed after cooldown.

Slot 2

Electrokinetic Shock Level 4 (Unlocked with Telekenesis level 5 + Electric Element)

Mastery: Level 3

Duration: 10 seconds 

Cooldown: 15 seconds

Focus points: 40 used in activation, used FP will be refreshed after cooldown.

Defensive skills

Slot 3

Anti-matter Shield (Shield) lvl. 1

Mastery: Level 1

Duration: 5 seconds

Cooldown: 50 seconds

Focus Points: 50 used in activation, used FP will be refreshed after cooldown.

Passive: Electric Element (Allows weapons imbued with electric energy. It can also be paired with Telekinesis or similar abilities to unlock devastating attacks)

Auxillary: Lyonne the footman (65 focus points used for his summon. Unless the auxiliary dies or replaced, the used FP will not refresh.)

Total Focus points [65/150]

[A Restriction Has Been Lifted: Limit Break!]

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In this interlude of calm, I envisioned the imminent confrontation. The area around me remained still, but the impending storm lurked in the unseen currents of the unknown. A final glance at the holographic display, a mental affirmation of readiness, and I stepped forward into the silence, poised to navigate the unfolding chaos with calculated precision.