Code Vein นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Some of them took it to ease the pain after the injuries they had suffered; others had developed the habit of using the tincture on regular basis and mixed it with anything. Oliver didn't even want to think what else was in there. He clenched the glass with his hand, threatening to break the delicate crystal. Cian patted heavily on the floor and nudged him with his nose. "His name means enduring and distant, by the way. " He heard Callum say "There's a tale?" Oliver approached, placing the glass back on the table. "It says Cian was betrayed. Hah, not much of a surprise so far, right?"

The one who had tried to stop him when he was checking the CCTV footage that night. Genesis walked up to him curiously. “Hey,” he said, peering over Vince’s shoulder. “You’re working on some pretty basic code there. Want me to take a look?” Vince immediately tensed up. He didn’t like the way Genesis just assumed he needed help. He especially didn’t like being talked down to when it came to his coding skills. “I don’t need help, thanks,” Vince replied sharply. His fingers gripped the edges of his laptop a little tighter.

I needed this and I was going to make the most out of it. Calling Rhea and Veronica to join me in a toast, I poured three shots and passed it to them. “To freedom!” we all cheered and drank. The song ‘Up’ by Cardi B came on and we felt the urge to dance. Nodding to ourselves, Veronica grabbed Connor who gladly came with her while Rhea grabbed a random blonde-haired guy. Since Levi was nowhere to be found, I slipped in between Caleb’s conversation with an unknown girl. “Wanna dance? Cuz….I wanna dance.” I slurred a bit.

Taking in a deep breath, they clicked in the code, leaving all of them on edge. A few seconds later it opened and some videos could be seen on the screen.

I blurted out. Quickly averting his eyes to me, he gave mean narrowed look. Sliding the bronze coin from the countertop, I picked it up and held it in front of him. "I found this on the ground in the exhibit," I explained, flipping the coin over. "These letters stand for California College of the Arts, the university I used to attend," Handing him the coin, he studied the engraved letters before looking back up at me. "Lucas Ramirez," I stated, looking away

"I need a data-spike! Push the Origin-Code into the mainframe!" Through the glass, Leo placed his glowing hands against the internal terminal. The surge of raw energy hit my deck. I compiled the code into a localized digital virus and fired it down into the earth. < OVERRIDE: HELL-POD GYROSCOPICS. INVERTING Y-AXIS. >

He’s worn the same cologne my whole life, and whenever I smell it it’s as though I can feel his arms around me, and I’m immediately lulled into a cocoon of relaxation. “Have you heard from mother?” I ask. “She checked in just last night; she’s doing fine. She can take care of herself,” he says confidently. I have every faith in my mother’s abilities, but she’s still my mother and so, naturally, I will always be concerned for her wellbeing. To me, she will always be my loving – though at times pushy – mother, and to my father, she will always be his beautiful, Noemi, but in our world of killers, she is neither a mother nor a wife. She is just another assassin; known only by the codename Veil.

These were narrow, vertical tunnels that ran the length of the Arch’s legs. "Initiating the 'Static-Leak' now," Cassius whispered into his comms. He didn't just jam the radios; he introduced a "Semantic Virus" into the Hive’s internal network - a piece of code that translated every command into a series of nonsensical, artistic metaphors. In the control rooms below, the Veil's technicians found their monitors displaying poetry instead of tactical data.

She gets excited as she talks, face lighting up. “Coding standards?” “It’s the basic guidelines used when writing out the code to a new program.” Having reached my car, we stop. I turn my head down to meet Quinn’s gaze and raise an eyebrow. “I’m not even going to pretend to understand what you do.” She brings her shoulders up and smiles. “That’s okay. I don’t understand it either.” Her smile disappears the moment she realizes what she says, and the flush is back to her cheeks. “Actually I do. Obviously. Since it’s my job.”

My plan for Alex Oliver was to make him as simple as the next man beside us. Alex wasn't hot—he was cute. Alex didn't have any flashy cars—he had a bicycle. He wasn't the CEO of any billionaire company, just a normal twenty seven year old doing his normal stuff.