Blackhat X Demencia Novels & Stories

The students chorused, “Woooo” Host Hook continued, “He is Sixth born to his family and so he named as Hexa De Morte. He was more commonly known as Merchant of Demise, because, he was a professional coffin-maker of his times. Before introducing him, he owns five villas and one of these are renovated to Hotel Blue Moon.” Before anyone further asked any question, Host Hook continued without inhaling breath, “On his times, the family member of the dead person would approach him to mention the specific interests of the dead people to craft on their coffins. This merchant would carve the designs accordingly and he did charge for that.”

CHAPTER XXIV: I am Home Archmistress Demia stomped her long staff on the ground. Then, a big gray pentagram emerged underneath the cross I am hanging on. She was really serious when she said she will exorcise Mammon inside me. But the only way to do that is to kill his host, meaning she’s planning to kill me. “How dare you hide the truth from us, Cerina! You just have formed a blood pact with a demon? I can’t believe you!” she angrily uttered at me. I lifted my head and looked at her straight in the eyes.

Bari said, "Sir, Demetra is an orphan and has lived a difficult life since his childhood. His willpower far exceeds that of ordinary people. Although the virus in the red reagent can control the brain of cultivators, it may not be effective for someone with such strong willpower." The man in the black robe remained silent for a moment and said, "In that case, Bari, go and kill Demetra. Get rid of the problem." "Yes, sir. I'll have it done right away." Bari retreated into the darkness and disappeared without a trace. The man in the black robe got up and entered the underground chamber, arriving at the training room. As he opened the door, a surge of fiery spiritual energy rushed towards him.

CEDRIC WHITMORE "The data purges on the dark networks are completely unyielding, Helena," my voice drops like a heavy stone into the quiet of the estate garden as I swirl the herbal fluid inside my glass, my eyes tracking her frantic approach across the stone path. "Our youngest cub possesses a massive deficiency in tactical foresight, and your own mind shares that exact blindness. Did your brain truly believe a dominant faction like the Afolayan Dominion would allow raw digital evidence to simply dissolve into thin air?"

I sat upright, changing my settings to switch to mails. It was from Dr. Xander with a black envelope as the subject followed by, "You need to see this!" I read out loud. I clicked on the new mail. Dear Becca, Dr. Baldowski managed to compile your memory into a disk and it is attached to this mail. But before you watch, hear me out first. You might have a deep-rooted belief concerning your personality but don't play a personality you are not. Yes, something or someone might have deluded you to that particular belief but believe me, that's not who you are.

Black hole. Hamish was looking at the woman who was lying on his couch with a frown on her face. Or rather, the thief... He had carried her into his living room and then he had looked for anything on her to identify her but she had no papers so he had to take a picture of her to send to a friend to search in the American databases... He would like to have a drink but he was afraid that the young woman would run away... He wondered why he was unable to call the police... That's what all normal people do after discovering a thief in their house...

The monitors around us flickered—not from interference, but from my pulse spiking. "Bullshit," Jeff growled. Lucian coughed up blood. "Then why does Demi hum that lullaby she's never heard? Why does she remember the Perez mansion she's never seen?" He lifted his head, his one good eye burning into mine. "You're not just carrying blackmail files, Demi. You're carrying a ghost." The safehouse door burst open. Omega stood in the threshold, her golden eyes gleaming, a neural headset clutched in her hands.

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Moreover, forcibly breaking the illusion might cause irreversible damage to these people's minds. For a moment, he was reluctant to act rashly. The Dark Inner Demon also realized this. Its form transformed into black smoke again, and it hid among the crowd. "Do you have any good strategies for dealing with this demon, Holy Lord Helena?" Chase had no choice but to seek Helena's help. "There's a method, but it's very risky," Helena said, her brows furrowing tightly. She looked at the people around them, especially her sect disciples. Many of them actually had poor mental states and willpower because they cultivated the Dark Deity Technique and the Divine Patching Technique.

"Why is this person more powerful than Braint? It seems like Braint's software has failed again!" Braint and Liliana glanced at Demarion together, and their eyes were a little cold. Demarion was shocked. He stretched out his little finger and made a gesture, indicating that he would not speak. Braint pursed his lips tightly, but his eyes were extremely sharp. He seemed to be a little familiar with this kind of confrontation. Thinking back to the scene of hacking Gellert's computer, he felt like he was always on the same level with the other party and could not successfully break through the other party's firewall.