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Moreover, if the pattern is correct, it's no doubt that another Hell's Gate Annex is erected in Devon Island where the Deathly Hallows Guild will be subjugating earlier the next day, due to time difference. "Mr. Masked Warrior…. If you would let me, I need to regroup with my guild members. Uhm, what I want to say is, could it be possible for you to help us? If you decide to help, I'll talk to our commander to give you a substantial amount of rewards, what do you say?" Hannah pleaded. I paused.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Willy tried to explain to the startled bystanders, who were now looking amused, when he tried to explain the blue skin colour of Orbin the Incubus of the Succubus realm (or Succubino land). “Dude! How do you explain me--- to them?” Tristian the Reptilian inched closer and whispered. “Oh! And I forgot to mention. This here, is a guy dressed up, in a Lizard skin costume, because we are going to a Halloween party,” Willy elaborated further to the crowd. “Duh?! Halloween’s like a month away from now!” The Reptilian whispered sarcastically. Willy faked a laugh and he threw up his hands, “Sorry I meant to say we are going to a Halloween rehearsal.”

--- ## Chapter 67: The Gamification of Grief Huge, holographic letters, miles high and glowing with a predatory neon green, burned across the grey shroud of the atmosphere. **[WORLD EVENT: THE QUEEN’S RECLAMATION]** **[OBJECTIVE: CAPTURE SUBJECT 01]** **[REWARD: PERMANENT UPLOAD TO THE CORE-REALITY]** **[TIME REMAINING: 23:59:59]** "Twenty-four hours," I breathed. "They’re giving the whole world twenty-four hours to hunt me."

Ga-chi. The grinding in my neck was the only clock left. I was ninety-nine percent stone, but the one percent of me that still knew how to feel saw my son standing in the center of the ruins. He wasn't watching the monitors. He was staring at his own hands, watching the gold scars on his palms bleed a faint, radiant mist. "Mommy..." Leo whispered. He walked to the edge of the dais and looked at the monitors. He saw Halloway and the vanguards sprinting through the bubbling, gray slush of the courtyard. The Ash Rain hit Halloway’s suit, the fabric smoking as the acid bit into the polymer.

Two days after everything finally settled, the system buzzed inside Hayley's mind. Ding! [Congratulations! Enemy defeated +1 detected! [Reward: All Gifted individuals combat strength +10%! Base defense, drone, radar, and anti-air systems attack power +10%! Crop yields +10%! [Additional Reward: Renown Gift Pack +1!] Ding! [Congratulations. You have obtained a special gift: Ghost Mode!] Hayley paused when she heard the name. Ghost Mode?

I replied with a friendly sneer before leaving Gar. After roughly a long day of lessons and some tests and some pop quizzes in between, Mr. Glyn was ready to give us the day’s send-off message. Halloween is coming up tomorrow and I guess the school authorities are thinking of going bigger than ever this year. Not like it really puts me up in a frenzy or anything but still, I’m tired of having the same old Halloween every year. “….so like I was saying class, as you all know, tomorrow is the thirty-first day of this month of October and you all know what that means…..” said Mr. Glyn with a face that made me think that he was expecting an answer from me.

And as he glanced down at the hand currently closed around the gun pointing at his chest, he saw the bracelet around her right wrist, a black chain looped three times, from which a silver crescent moon pendant with the Roman numeral thirteen engraved on it. Hollander’s eyes widened. He knew who this girl was now. “Y-You…” He managed to choke out even with the gun pressed against his chest. “You’re one of those Hati people…! One of their elites…! A-A Phantom!” The smirk stayed on Hekate’s lips. “So you know who I am,” she said. “You’ve sure caused Hati a lot of trouble. A word of warning for the future. Never trust a beautiful woman.” She tightened her hold on the gun and pressed the trigger.

"This place isn't like the living world. Skincare and makeup products are scarce, and only the rich can afford them. "In our horror game, the cosmetics are provided by the studio, but because our instance performs so poorly, our budget is tiny. That's why our makeup never looks good and fails to draw in viewers." I caught a word in her explanation. "Viewers?" She gave a small clap. "Exactly. The live comments in horror games aren't from humans—they come from ghosts watching the stream. It's the same as how you humans watch reality shows." I raised a brow. "So there are a lot of ghosts tuning in?"