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They called me FIVE

**READ ME** THIS BOOK WILL BE UNDER REVISION. ******* My name? Lance Augustus Age? 15 Nickname? Five. Why they call me that? Because the mark tells us so. _________________________________ "Don't be stupid, steer out of trouble, and whatever happens, stay alive." I really don't know why Dad always repeat those words to me everyday. I take heed of his words. Play by his rules, never dared to go against him except if it's extremely necessary. He's all that I need to get by. Our life was ordinary. Everything was perfectly fine, perfectly normal, just an everyday routine we get used to live. But then this guy calling himself 'The Seeker' came... And he start making a mess out of my life. He said I have powers. - Who believe that crap? He said I have extraordinary abilities. - Cool! I want to be Superman. He said I was chosen. - Who? The god of newbie bullies? The mark of five imprinted deep into my skin proves that I am one of the TWELVE. - You sure it's not a tattoo? I firmly believe it's a tattoo. I never believe him. I drove him out. I did not listen. I wish I did. Maybe he could have help me. Maybe he could have save me from the trouble of falling right into their trap. I know nothing. Because of my stubbornness I lost everything. So now I'm all alone. But she stretch her hand to me. She gave me hope. She invited me to come. And I did. So our search began. For the remaining TEN. ___________________________________

phoenixhyperion · 都市

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243 Chs

Netherworld Demon

LANCE

"What are you doing?" I demanded. She picked up another thing at the ground. I step back. Readied myself for whatever thing she'll throw in my way again.

It seems like a tiny white stone. Instead of hurling to me, she flick it to the side. That was not a stone, I noted. No pebbles, however small, can be as flat and thin like that. I watch with anticipation.

We all did. The ground shook slightly. Originating at the area where she threw something. A small green sprout came out from the ground. A leaf. Then it grows into a small plant, until it towers over all of us.

Producing red fruits at its stem. Apples. Seven approached it and took one. She throw us each and we take a bite. The outside is crispy in out tongue and the glucose tasted sweeter than any apples I ate before.

Preservatives must've ruined it all.

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