Disposable Heroes Novels & Stories

Hugo was not mine to protect, not mine in general. “What would you have done to him if he was a Factor?” Byron eyed me. “Done exactly what they did in the story. Forced him to tell us where their hideout was and taken it down. The Factors were a danger to our species, but we don’t even know if the story is real. It was just something our parents told us as kids.” I nodded, still watching the interaction of the girl and Hugo. Jace nudged me gently and I tore my eyes away from them. He and I shared a look of uncertainty before he returned to his lunch. He knew something was wrong, but I wasn't at liberty to share with him.

Nathan's voice booms around the room, though his tone doesn't increase. Suddenly, his features harden, a frown deeply creasing his forehead. "Hold on to your assigned partner, fight alongside him, and be careful. I'd rather lose the battle than one of you." At that moment, Nathan is almost vulnerable, human as concern and responsibility fall heavily on his shoulders. His stare stops to linger a minute longer on me. "I don't want any heroes here. Don't run towards danger, put yourself in an impossible fight, or turn into a martyr, because all the heroes are dead," he finishes decidedly.

The rabbitwoman behind him, seeing this, took out one of her daggers and muttered something before she slowly vanished. It was the unique magic of her race. A magic mainly used to escape danger, but she changed it and used it offensively. Once the stalemate between the shield warrior and Sol ended, Sol, contrary to their expectations, didn't continue fighting. He simply sighed a little as he began to speak. "An Assassin, a Tank, an Archer, and a Damage dealer. This is really a standard party. Well, If you had a healer that would be even better. Still, I must admit that I am really impressed."

Heroes got a new AI the older generation AI created with their own self-consciousness with a little bit of experience serving as their panel daily task voice prompt and Sotiras got the more intelligent and powerful one as it only needed to consume a little bit of energy for the Sotiras to know their task or do the things or make the Sotiras wanted to do. Well, even though both 'Heroes' and 'Sotiras' was still dominated by an AI, controlling them and putting a bomb on their head that serve as the binding method for the loyalty of the system and the Host, not discriminately leaving the other person or an AI behind in times of danger. Well, the only thing that can break their binding if ever th

It made me realize how these men were trained their whole lives for moments like this. They worked as a team, each one of them knowing their roles by instinct. One fired to disrupt the drugged elites’ vision, while others pinned them against shattered tables and twisted steel. The finishers moved in, driving their blades through their skulls to end the abominations for good. But even with their help, the aggressive monsters refused to stay dead. “We have to find our way out,” I muttered as I found myself right behind Isabella’s back. This wasn’t a battle that we could win by experience and numbers.