Why was a guy like him getting out of his way to call him out like that? What was the purpose of this meeting? What did he do to grab this guy's attention? Questions with no reasonable answer cluttered his mind. While staggering through the huge corridor, they passed by several rooms. The noticeable fact about these enormous rooms was that none of them were enormous and had no doors to begin with. Moreover, each of them was decorated with chandeliers, wall paintings and luxurious carpets.  The purpose of these vast rooms was unclear to him, but he could guess these rooms were some kind of gathering area for an enormous crowd. Ironically enough, with the sounds of their feet echoing through the premise, it wasn't a stretch to say that this pla

Artemis took a brief pause this time. Her surreal eyes shook in their sockets and her thin throat dried up. She had her eyes facing the ground the entire time. She soon gulped hard before opening her mouth again. "Creed Gryffon, I think I have fallen for you. Would you please go out with me?" "Eh!!!" Creed's soul almost escaped out of his mouth the very second, he heard those unreal words. These words hit like a truck that almost knocked him out unconscious. The way she made such an embarrassing yet bold confession, his introverted core froze into a stone. 'Wait! Am I stupid? No way, she said that… This might be another prank. Or maybe there is some other way to interpret this! 'Go out with me' ...hmm… I guess she wants me to accompany her somewhere. Yes, of course!

However, the Glitches' influence finally rubbed off on the masses and the inequality created huge friction between the clans and the clanless, forcing the entire humanity to go through an era of revolution. Although Creed had seen none of that, his mother had told him about that time.Three-fourth of the entire human population revolted against these bureaucratic constructs and secrecy over combat techniques that were enforced by these clans. The amount of recurring bloodshed and losses they gained from the insurgence even forced some clans to cease their operations and disband.Ultimately, against the sheer number of clanless individuals, even the top clans were forced to withdraw their tyrannical control over most of their advanced combat techniques, skill, and even genome scripts. Soon, several techniques w

"Yes, finally!! It should be this one!"Creed found the website he was looking for. Before coming back from the glitch, he had contacted his JET squad leader, Lin Fang. After the mentorship program, he exchanged contacts with him as a friendly gesture. In fact, Creed has already contacted him before in hopes of getting a few tips while he was secretly learning archery in the camp. However, the reason he contacted him this time was that there was an enormous problem that was eating Creed from the inside out.The problem was not with his skill, this time it was related to his equipment. The arrows he used in the Malaka hunt didn't meet their standards.Moreover, he was smack-dab in the middle of the Malaka crisis when he realized this abhorrent fact and was the very

"It is not a problem, this is how it is… Silk Fiber is a fine alloy, but just because it retains its shape and strength doesn't mean you can just keep using it forever. You have already used these arrows over 90 times, so I guess their worth is resolved now." Creed jerked his head backward and squinted at the man. A concerning frown appeared on his face. He didn't know how this man got that idea, but he uttered immediately,  "But I have used each of these arrows only eight times!" In a fraction of a second, the man's eyes widened. His throat strained, and shivering chills passed through his warm blood. "W… what did you just say?" Master Hugh's pitch turned shrilly. His voice began to break. "Yes! Both these arrows h