Novel & Cerita Ace Cannon Death

The first was tall, broad-shouldered, his presence filling the room like a storm. Zacian. My mind reeled, pain and shock blurring the edges, but there he was. His eyes locked on me for a split second before sweeping the threats. Gunfire erupted, sharp pops that filled the air with acrid smoke. The man in the suit spun, firing wild, but Zacian moved fast, his shots precise. Two to the chest, dropping him in a crumple of limbs, blood blooming dark on his shirt.

A slug tore through the air, faster than sound. The barrel of the massive cannon exploded. It twisted like a pretzel, metal shrieking. Fire engulfed the forward deck. Sailors were thrown like ragdolls. The shockwave rattled the bridge windows. Cian fell to the floor, scrambling backward in the broken glass. "Get me off the bridge!" Cian screamed. "She's crazy! She's going to sink us!" I watched it all through the targeting camera. I saw Armano stand his ground. He didn't move. He didn't flinch. He just stared up at the drone, his eyes narrowed.

"Don't speak nonsense! My daughter is right here. She only sprained her ankle. How can you blatantly jinx her when she's right here?" The reporter paused and took out a phone to check something. "Ms. Saddler, I think you've misunderstood. The one who died from the accident at the venue was your elder daughter, Ms. Flora Saddler, not the one beside you now." Mom's expression turned grim and displeased instantly. The reporter continued pressing, "As her spotter, you failed to notice the danger she was in in time. Regarding this, is there anything you'd like to say to the public?"

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

It was the scream of a mother who'd seen her child branded. Windows exploded inward. The Hunters collapsed, clutching their ears. Even I fell to my knees, blood streaming from my nose. Only Rachel remained standing—barely—her silver necklace glowing against the pulse in her throat. *Control collar.* Anna blurred forward. The first director died mid-reach, his throat spraying arterial red. The second barely raised his stake before his ribcage caved in. The third turned to run—*mistake*—as Anna's claws severed his spine at the neck.

In them, Hank faked his demise, absconding with our fortune and dooming the company to bankruptcy. Elena and I endured collector torment. I succumbed to the abyss, ending it all, and Elena crossed paths with Hank, who was back from the dead. I'd assumed, despite ditching me, he'd spare his daughter some mercy. But no. He stood idle as Laura's goons dispatched her, not deigning a glance at her broken form. The visions looped for a fortnight until the fake-death date crystallized in my subconscious. Two months remained. I called my brother home, tasking him with a covert donation: 20 integrated incinerators to various crematoriums.

He hit me a full 223 times. I had no power to fight back and could only watch the blood ooze from my lower body before I finally died of excessive blood loss. After confirming that I was dead, he picked up a saw beside him and sawed off my head. The sound of flesh and bones being torn apart by the saw teeth was sharp and piercing. The ground was covered with my blood. 'Connor, I was in so much pain,' I thought. However, Connor touched my thigh the next second, and my breathing paused instantly.

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

The Hunter who cast it advances on Alec, who is too busy trying to get to me to see what’s behind him. “Alec!” I scream. “Look out!” But it’s too late. The Hunter brings his sword across Alec’s back, and Alec crumples to the ground.