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But I was shaking so hard I could barely stand. "Don't trust the Father?" I whispered. Aris Vance was the hero of my story. He was the one who had sacrificed himself in the Sarcophagus to save the world. He was the one who had left me the Admin-Key. How could I not trust him? --- ## The Betrayal of the Hero I went back to the house, but I didn't go in through the front door. I slipped through the basement window, creeping past the stacks of laundry and the old exercise equipment.

"The little kitchen-rat who survived the bonding? The one who stole my face and my purpose? You think I am her ally because we share the same blood? You understand nothing of the Triple-Blood." "She’s a hero! She saved thousands of people!" Nomo shouted, his patience snapping. He couldn't stand the way this creature spoke Sofia’s name, as if it were a stain on her own history. "She’s the reason you’re even awake! Now back off before I find out if that sapphire skin is thick enough to stop a pulse-charge!"

He closed his eyes in disgust when he felt a stinky breath touching his face. "No. Please Dad. Please no. Forgive me please". He was trying to pry his face away from those who were trying to kiss him. To lick his face. His body was trembling when he felt those filthy touches on his body. Down to his belt. To open the zipper of his belt. He closed his eyes because he knew now he couldn’t be saved… He couldn’t save himself for his love and he couldn’t do anything. ********* Tabby.

“Did anyone recognize you?” Zane flashed a wide smile, revealing his gums. “Not at all,” he said, smug satisfaction dripping from every syllable. He turned on his heel dramatically, letting the cloak swirl around him. “I was nervous at first, sure. But now?” His grin deepened as he tapped his chest. “I feel invincible. Perfectly capable of carrying myself. After all…” He sprawled across Yeonho’s bed as though it were a throne, folding his arms behind his head. “All those years in the mafia paid off.”

Name: Marcus Nelle Age: 30 years old Identity: Hero HA2 Ability: Psychokinetic Additional Identity: Father of 3 little naughty children Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Almighty Heroes’ [His bulky figure and scar face scare most children that admire him but his bulky figure was also the one that can make his enemy lower on his level intimidated. He was a tough guy outside but a soft guy at children inside especially for his naughty children.] The scarred guy bio instantly pop up beside his figure with bold characters and coloured blue, no Heroes could see it, even if a Sotiras will be here, they can’t also see it as the privacy is strictly encrypted.

Khalid arrived with the car at the same time. “You've prophesied quite a number of times in just three months and I can't even remember them.” I sighed. “Who's here, Thalos?” “The ruin or the salvation of the wolf world. She's here.” He said, and I felt a chill run down my spine as I remembered the exact prophecy. “THE FACELESS LUNA IS HERE.”

Even if he wanted to, what could he possibly even steal? Also, thinking about it, is that really a class corresponding to a hero summoned from another world destined to save humanity that is on the brink of extinction? Isn't thieving kind of an inmoral thing to begin with? Questions hit me one after another as I watch the pool of blood slowly grow beneath Luke. Luke 41/100 (bleeding) (unconscious) The heartbreaking shriek of Ayumi, who's coming with wet hair shakes me completely. As much as I dislike him, Luke hasn't really done anything wrong to me and he's still part of the group so I should do what I can to help him however I can.

The sound of my restraints clanking as metal strikes metal surges through the craft. My body shudders with fear. Sweat beads across my skin. “Who?” He sneers, “I'm not who?” “Zion,” I breathe out in a whispering tone. “The face you don, it doesn't belong to you." The words leave my mouth bitterly. “Regardless of what face I parade around in, little one. It will never truly belong to me.” He hisses. “A Shapeshifter bears no true face of his own. We wear what we like to our advantage.”

"ARE you crazy? You know I don't like that guy! And another thing, why do you have my cellphone?” Ara asked Jason annoyingly when she met him at the library and told him what happened between her and Daniel in front of the university canteen. Jason chuckles and stared at her. "Have you forgotten already? I borrowed it to text someone. But regardless of that, why do you have to call him a thief? It would have been better if you let him explain first, maybe then----,"

Mom is one of the most famous reporters in the country. She exposes all kinds of wrongdoing, and the public hails her as a champion of justice. What she doesn't know is that while she's out fighting for other people, I'm being viciously bullied at school. When I finally work up the courage to ask her for help, she gives me a disgusted look and tells me to quit being so dramatic. Eventually, my bullies beat me to death and bury my body in a reeking drainage ditch. When my body is finally dug up, Mom is the reporter sent to cover the scene.