Novel & Cerita No Mask Invincible

Nand, ever the strategist, added, “And now we know more about his tactics. He won’t catch us off guard again.” Rudra nodded, his eyes gleaming with determination. “This fight isn’t over. We’ll regroup, analyze our findings, and come back stronger. The mask man’s days are numbered.” The team worked efficiently, collecting data and ensuring no stone was left unturned. With each passing moment, their resolve grew stronger. They knew the mask man was a formidable foe, but together, they were an unstoppable force. And with Rudra leading them, they would not rest until justice was served.

That was the only thing he could do. Of course, he was not going to run back to the organization. But Dustin had lost his patience, and he was not going to let Metal Mask run away this time. With a dash forward, he appeared in front of Metal Mask. When Metal Mask changed direction, he stood in his way again. When that happened a few more times, Metal Mask knew that he could not run. “No matter how strong you are, before the invincible Divine Hall, you’re just an ant!” Metal Mask spat. “You want revenge? Ha! You’ll never be able to get it!”

SUNESIS'S POV The silver mask was cold against my skin. It felt completely different from the hot, stuffy air of the dressing room. I stood in front of the broken mirror, my hands shaking as I fixed my long black silk dress. I made sure the fabric covered my shoulders and arms perfectly. I had to hide everything from my neck down. Underneath the smooth cloth were the deep, ugly burn scars that ruined my body, the painful marks from the fire that took my family away.

I commanded. Two days and just shooting? I shook my head. She hurriedly ran inside the hideout. I wrapped around my hands a cotton strap. "Mamba hurry up!" I shouted. "Coming!" She shouted back while running back to me. She's holding a pair of red gloves and wearing a white sports bra and shorts. Her face was still covered by her mask. "Number one rule. No punches on the face. We don't want our masks off. Second, no hitting below the belt. We're only using hands here." I raised my hands and gestured for her to enter the ring.

Both the armor of Invictus and the void shield of the pirate vessel were ablaze with explosions. By now Invictus had managed to get halfway beside the traitor vessel all the while pounding its shields with every gun that could shoot. "Brace for hard manoeuvres!" Price ordered. "Bow batteries, load Super-Density shells. Prepare for salvo fire on my command. Helm, main engines to idle, shift ten degrees starboard. Five degrees nose down. Bow thrusters to full reverse!"

But then again, I kept wondering while deleting my first impression of her. Her one-of-a-kind beauty even outshined when her face flushed red. I thought she would be using a mask as well. In that way, we could not see each other's faces. I see her now. And she wasn't ugly to my eyes. "Just keep your mask on, please." She requested, lifting the white blanket to her not-so-gifted breast. Well. I would not give a damn about whether her breasts were bulging or not. Several celebrities and models were not that gifted. What mattered to me was the ten thousand dollar payment.

I wanted to unmask MK and see who he really was. Is it Galvin? I firmly extended my hand, I gently pressed on MK's mask, directly lifted up.

There were men in their suits and women in their expensive dresses. Eleonna stopped looking around the place when she felt a hand on her wrist. Yuan stopped in front of her as he rummaged something in his pocket. "Wear this," The girl looked at the black mask that he handed to her in confusion. "Huh? Why?" "That's to protect your face from unnecessarily curious eyes." Eleonna shrugged it off and wore it. Yuan lead her again to a silver door just a little far away from the party. Beside the door is a box with a scanner. Yuan removed his necklace and placed the pendant in front of it.

“Hehe, Argent is so arrogant and has a big appetite, asking for more despite already taking my divine weapon.” The man took off his mask made of human skin and revealed a weather-beaten face. He was not old, but his face was distorted as if his skin was burned, which looked terrifying.

I don't know how he knows that I am not supposed to get out of the house. But he knows it. Though he has been a meanie and didn't pick my calls up, he inquired about my health with the doctor. And I know he means everything he is saying right now. Though he pretends to be mad at me, I know he can't stay like that for a long time. He has a mask but not a complete opaque one. Or maybe I'm good at reading his emotions that I understood what he really feels for me. "Why are you smiling?" he asked.