Novel & Cerita Cyberpunk Edgerunner Dorio

“Which of you left these footprints?” Nathan turned to the healer, who looked at the footprints. Doreon watched the road, following the trail of footprints with his frowning forehead. Doreon was the brightest man Nathan had ever known, and although his choice to put him in charge of the royal army was a strategic move to appease some of the lords, Doreon had earned that position. No one was a strategist like him, no one could lead an army like him, and no one could solve mysteries like him. Doreon was a tracker, able to find any trace, a spy who knew how to make himself invisible to the eyes of all, and able to pull out information even to the most sealed mouths. His intuitions had been usef

"I’ll ask again. Who the hell are you?" The man smirked, unfazed. "My name is Dorian Vale. And like it or not, I’m your best shot at surviving what’s about to happen.” Mark scoffed, arms crossed. "Yeah? And who the hell do you think you are? Dorian looked at him, a hint of amusement on his face. “Because I’m 10 years ready for this war. Because I know who Bryan has become. And because I know how to make him stop.”

“Do it. Now.” With a combination of brute strength and careful maneuvering, Nathan pried the door just enough for them to slip inside. The vault was a cavernous room, monitors lining the walls, wires snaking across the floor. And in the center, a console glowed—Dorian’s fingers danced across the keyboard, orchestrating chaos like a maestro. “Finally,” Dorian said without turning. “You’ve made it. I was beginning to wonder if you had the courage—or the stupidity—to come this far.”

A beam of sword light flashed quickly. Dorian, who knew how amazing Little Apple was, made his best move. In terms of swordsmanship, Dorian was only second to Jason, and even better than the Andersons. Dorian, the first person in the previous heavenly leaderboard, finally reached the top level and had surpassed many experts. Besides the Guardian and the clan leader of the Inuit, only Achilles in the west could compete with him. The rest of the people had undoubtedly been surpassed by Dorian. However, Little Apple was an exception. Three years ago, Little Apple still needed to rely on the potential energy in his body. But in this year or so, Little Apple had apparently digested a lot and beca

“It’s beautiful.” Next, he removed two holsters, laying a gun and a knife on the table. The little dimples at the base of his spine made my core clench. As he bent down to remove his boots and socks, I noticed a plethora of silver scars upon his tanned skin and wondered how he’d gotten them. Dario had scars I’d noticed on his forearms as did Armando and Piero. Did Rei see them as badges of honor? I didn’t want to think about him in harm’s way.

The runed blade dangled uselessly in his cloak as chaos swirled around him. “Kill him, you fool,” I mumbled under my breath. “This is your moment. Take it!” For a dreadful instant, I feared he would just stand there until someone killed him, wasting all of my careful work. Then, something changed. He hardened into focus. He began to move with purpose, keeping track of Ronan, waiting for the right opening. And when a massive rogue locked Ronan in battle at the temple, Dorian saw his chance. The strike was simple but effective. While Ronan was distracted, Dorian slipped in close with quiet precision. The blade slashed across his brother’s neck not deep enough to kill instantly, but enough to r

“Do you really think I don’t have enough people to fight against you?” “So be it,” Dario spoke. “I don’t care if I have to fight the entire universe—but you will die.” He stated. “But don’t worry, I won’t kill you yet. I will eventually, but it will be a long and painful death.” Dario turned to look at us, his eyes full of darkness. The kind and polite man I had once known was not the same person anymore, and after everything he had been through—I couldn’t blame him. “I think you should all leave now. Dad and I still have a lot of unfinished business.”

Dorian was merely an oddity, an Immortal Swordsman from the Path Seeking Sect who had been unable to break through to the martial god king realm for hundreds of years. For Lynn of the Zago race and Nefarious Blast General Dyson of the Sky Demon Kingdom, the golden light on Dorian's body that had defended against Dave's lethal strike was what truly deserved attention. Both sides had already discerned that Dorian was a stage-six martial god king, and his swordsmanship was considerably superior to Dave's. Taking down Dave was only a matter of time. However, they had not expected Dave to be beheaded in just three moves. The most crucial factor was that golden light Dorian had unleashed.

“But I'm okay. You should have seen the other guys. They didn't make it out alive,” Translation: He killed them. I didn't know if I should feel sorry or proud. Dario was so young yet the number of body counts he had had was probably enough to fuck up a teenager's mind. But then again, it was normal in this kind of world. “Where's Savio?”

But I was wrong. "I'm going into the city's security cameras," Dario said. "When he left the house I was able to pick him up on several cameras, but then he disappears. I'm guessing that's because he went somewhere that's not heavily surveilled." He pushed his glasses up his nose and laid his tablet down before he began typing on his phone. "Wait, I might have something but I need to get into another system." All of it was taking too damn long. I grabbed the heavy desk and growled as I flipped it over. My computer crashed, papers went flying, and my books toppled to the floor.