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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

Vol.2 Sam

Sam takes a deep breath. Stared at the projection announcement in the surface of his white painted door.

[Walk into this room and enter the trial chosen for you, Candidate 100. You are only given 1 week to complete the trial. Exceed another day and the black arts will kill you on the spot. On the 7th day, after you complete the trial, you are required to come back to this room to receive the first official trial design for all surviving candidates. Do not forget the seclusive task given to you. Fight and survive the trial. Think and ponder. Follow the clues. You shall meet the enemy at the end of your journey. Win and you will come back victorious. We wish you luck, Candidate 100.]

Sam shouldered the bag on his back. Adjusted the hand wrap in his palm. In his wrist. Patting his hat, he take one last look in his shoes, before he stepped in front of the door. His palm rested in the knob before turning it over.