Kamino Ward Novels & Stories

The faintest rustle was enough to make my pulse race with unease. After what seemed like the longest minute, a group of security guards barged into the building from outside with fire extinguishers as weapons. Since the patients in the hospital were wealthy and influential people, the guards were ex-military. They were well-trained. I immediately spotted Albert Walker among the guards. He was often on night shift patrol at the same time as I did my rounds. Sometimes, I would get him some food, too. We were quite close as colleagues. I immediately rushed to him and explained the situation.

With his identity, the consequences would be unbearable if Ambrose and Heather broke the news to the others when they left Westrington. "Yes, sir!" Christopher and the guards responded together. … Elsewhere at the Westdam City of World Universe. Westdamn City was situated at the far west of World Universe. It was less modern as compared to the other cities of World Universe. In spite of that, the city had blessed with natural mineral resources—especially coal mines. Due to plentiful coal mines, the residents in the city were able to live happily. The city was very busy too. After the recent hundred years of development, there were three big families in the city.

KAMARA The shipyard district didn't just feel like another part of the city; it felt like another dimension. We had long since abandoned the SUV, parked five blocks back behind a row of rusted shipping containers that looked like they hadn't been moved since the seventies. Silas led the way, his hand never straying far from the hem of his jacket. He guided us into a narrow artery of the city known as the "Glass Graveyard." It was a stretch of residential high-rises that had been gutted by a massive fire years ago and never rebuilt.

Due to the significant importance of graphite mining resources, which were crucial for the manufacturing of cutting-edge technology chips, the 'Black Tortoise' Juno specially dispatched Heath to ensure the absolute security of the graphite mines. "Our situation is quite unique, being a confidential enterprise of Wyverna," Heath naturally would not leak any information regarding the Temple of War. He gave Darius a slight smile and said, "You only need to register the name 'North Border'. These arrangements are all made by Mister Kane." Confidential enterprise? Darius' heart trembled. He turned his head to look in the direction of the Wafford Mining Corporation's office building, with an unpre

"We have heavy armor, infinite munitions, and a mobile server node. We are abandoning Sector 8 and Sector 7. We are marching on Sector 6." There was a brief pause on the line. "Sector 6 is the Neon Ward," Brog, the Awakened Blacksmith, rumbled. "In the Great Machine, that corresponds to the Labyrinth of Illusions. It is a place of deception, Player. The Admin does not use brute force there. They use traps." "I know," Ren said. The Neon Ward was the entertainment and commercial hub of Aethelgard. It was a dense, claustrophobic urban jungle of towering holographic advertisements, elevated transit rails, and narrow, twisting avenues. It was a nightmare for heavy armor.

"Then why does Mom possess authorization to operate her screen during morning rations?" My pulse flutters slightly under his sharp audit. "Your mother is managing territory business, pup. Finish your meat." I shove the device into my leather pants, realizing I need to enforce stricter pack protocols during meals to keep these high-potential heirs from picking up sloppy habits. The moment the transport wagon carries the twins toward the sector kindergarten, I pivot toward the central city lines, following the encrypted coordinates Tade provided. The main citadel of the Adebayo Dominion is a brutal monument of black steel and reinforced stone, rising eighty-eight floors into the heavy northern