Overclocked Infinite 소설 & 이야기

“If what you said is the truth, then there is a possibility that as they grow old, they will be stronger and powerful. How can the organization handle them and control them from retaliating?” “Infinite has a special device engraved in every subject, this would stop them from doing something against the organization. Once they see that you have done something forbidden, they would activate this device and it would either lead to the person’s death or they will take the spirits inside you and use you as the dreaded test subject for the drugs and poisons they are producing.”

was the "Worker." "The 'Infinite-Cycle' is self-sustaining," Audrey’s voice echoed through the "Total-Field" of the Multiverse. "The 'Pressure' generates the 'Friction,' the 'Friction' generates the 'Quintessence,' and the 'Quintessence' feeds the 'Engine.' We have built a machine that 'Grows' by the mere act of 'Functioning.' We have achieved 'Perpetual-Sovereignty'."

I positioned myself in front of the hall, not obstructing the entrance and waited patiently. After several minutes, a tall guy who bore a resemblance to me approached. He had a more toned physique, tall and darker skin, that framed his somewhat menacing expression. "Are you Infinite?" he inquired, his gaze unwavering as he stood before me. A year had passed and recognition eluded us. "Yes, are you my older brother?" I asked, causing him to flinch at the question. "Use my name. Follow me, and I'll show you where you'll be staying. Hurry, I have a lot of things to do," he commanded, striding off without offering any assistance with my belongings.

"The game's tomorrow. I've got a car coming for you at noon—takes you straight to the stadium, drops you at the suite. Sasha and the girls are already confirmed, so you'll have company." "The suite?" "Yeah. Owner's box. Best seats in the house." He turns, spatula pointing at me. "You're gonna see your brother make plays. Try to look impressed." I laugh. "I'll try my best." "And you." Callum points at Caleb. "No distractions. We need this win." Caleb raises his coffee in a mock toast. "Would I ever distract you?" "Every damn day." I hide my smile behind my mug. Under the counter, Caleb's hand finds my knee, squeezes once, then disappears. A secret. A promise. A beginning.

Something miraculous happened right there and then. The red number above his head, stuck at 1170, suddenly plunged like a cliff drop. It dropped to 1,000, 500, 100, and to 0. The value turned zero. Before I could heave relief, the number flickered, its color switching to pink. Was I supposed to interpret the color as love or affection? I should correct myself. The shade of pink was too intense. The digits soared. Not stopping at 1,000, the value climbed to 5,000, then 9,999+.

" The doors open again and reveal a gigantic casino. In the center of the tables of games, strippers make the show on bars of pole dance arranged. My older brother, Elio, is a fucking genius. The players are too busy thinking about girls' asses or tits to realize that the dealer is ripping them off. They lose their money in the game, and in the tips, they leave to the girls. Alvize leads me to another door, the one reserved exclusively for Family business, and then he takes me down a succession of corridors. Only, just as we reach the "office," the old man freezes, and I can hear him whispering eagerly:

My gaze remained cold as I said, "Once the game starts, it won't end." In this game, the only thing at stake was me.

He clutched his cheek and stared at her in disbelief. "You actually hit me over a dead man? Have you forgotten that you're carrying my child?" Emma looked at him icily. "You think you can ever compare yourself to Vince? Just who the hell do you think you are? You're nothing but a cheap fling I was messing around with. Don't go thinking you're actually worth something." Scott's face went white as a sheet in an instant. "Emma, what did you just say?" Emma turned around and nodded to the men at the door.

"More of those disgusting things are showing up. Let's see how many you've got." Victor was missing Windfall badly. If nothing else, Windfall could at least block these repulsive white projectiles for him. Even though Windfall would get dirty from being hit, Victor himself would stay clean. "Is that all you've got? Overdrive Combat Power Enhancement!" Originally, there was no need to use Overdrive Combat Power Enhancement, but these things were just too disgusting, so Victor wanted to eliminate them as quickly as possible. If he really got sprayed in the face, Victor reckoned he wouldn't be able to show his face in public ever again.

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