Creed’s bones and muscles were rejuvenated. He felt as if he had awakened from a deep slumber. He stretched himself to get a feel of his new strength. The abrupt spike in his strength was apparent, but Creed felt irritated by this. He felt his movements were crass and unrestrained.
Each time a person opened his Chakra, the sudden increase in strength would through their minds out of the loop, and that would create temporary disarray in movements. The human body is a slave of habits and muscle memory. Creed was used to being in control of his body, but now he had to think twice before he acts otherwise he might start breaking things until his body adjusts.
Eventually, his motor nerves would get aligned with his muscle memory. However, it was a gradual process that took time. He remembered this was the same as last time. He soon put his thoughts aside and w
Amidst shattered glass and broken furniture, a person tried to regain balance. His clothes gleaming with blood and dirt while his right wrist turned into an abnormal position. The shock wave from the crash had done a good deal of damage to the restaurant and the customers sitting inside, including David.Ears ringing, while dust clouding his eyes, David stood up. By shedding a layer of minute glass fragments, he looked around and realized that the entire restaurant had suffered a heavy financial loss.The shock wave from the blast had broken all the glasses and thrown people away. Fortunately, none of them were dead except for some minor injuries. Thanks to the sturdy architecture, the restaurant hadn't collapsed yet.He looked at his own wrist that was brutally bent backward. However, instead of panicki
‘W…’‘Who… is he?’’’You can’t be serious...’‘He just kicked a Yaksha in the face!’”Black… Armor... Wait a second!””I don't know if he is gutsy or crazy?””I don’t care who he is… This man is my god!”His neck made a crunchy noise that reverberated in the air. His helmet slipped off of his head and broke into tiny pieces. David’s eyes widened from shock while people who looked at them clenched their fists in pride, realizing that someone just kicked the Yaksha in the face.
Two people stood on the edge of the roof of a building around 300 meters away, silently observed the fight between the Black Armored man and the Yaksha. They both were wearing black suits.One of them was a male who seemed to be in his 30s, tall, dark hair, and clean-shaven. The other was a man who seemed to be in her 40s, short stature, blond hair, and clean-shaven. With the quality suits they wore, qualifying for a job interview in a multinational company seemed like a piece of cake.However, the most interesting aspect about their appearance was that they had the same logo of a burning fist with 2 gleaming stars below it, on both the pockets of their blazers. The man who was in his 40s kept observing the battle with deadpan expressions.The man, who seemed in his 30s, kept munching on a hamburger without a
“What the fuck is this?”“This is messed up!”“Bloody Yakshas… They have finally crossed the line.”“Military needs to do better than this.”“I always knew we could never trust the intelligence.”“Exactly… You can’t convince me that a random ship entered the planet orbit’s with no one knowing… this was obviously a highly planned attack.”“And who the hell is this sack of shit… running around and playing hero...”“I can’t believe they let some random guy monkeying around in such a critical situation.&rd
Creed's injuries had already been healed during his stay in War God Pavilion. He knew that Pavilion had cured him with a beta pill, otherwise his back would have taken almost a week to heal properly.Creed's impression of Pavilion members was that these were a bunch of misfits who followed the God of War. He did not know who this War God was actually supposed to be, neither did he have any interest in his origin.Some even believed that Pavilion followed several cultist decrees to maintain order among the members. Regardless, Pavilion is undeniably strong and reliable. Yet, he did not want to be indulged with them right now. He still had his own plans and troubles.With several thoughts inside his head, Creed returned to his home. It was only the third day since the Yaksha's Attack so his clone was still with Hannah
The slugfest between War Queen and Creed went on for over an hour and a half. Creed's breath was fuzzy while his body looked like a pickle drenched in a stream of oil. War Queen was sweating bullets too.They both were exhausted and struggled to maintain consciousness. However, none of them ready to give up. Something far more complex than self-pride was driving them both.If it wasn’t for the Masked settings, the persistent lustful grin on Creed’s face would have undoubtedly creeped her out.Creed's mind was submerged under a constant rush of adrenaline. His mind was so deep under the ecstasy that he forgot almost everything. The more he fought her, the more his appetite bulged. This was one of those times when Creed felt true pleasure.Eac
“You know… if you ask me ...in a certain way, he kinda is!”“Ahm… What?”“You know… After you told me about him, his name felt quite familiar. So I did a bit of research and found out that he really is quite famous, but... !”“But!” Wu frowned. “But what?”“See this for yourself…” Liam said as he dabbed his watch, ”His name seemed familiar until I remember this year’s JET rankings on the Glitch forum!”They all centered around him to take a closer look.“Creed Gryffon! Batch 43... Position - Scout,” Su Jiang, shot a glance at the hologram, “
Creed never planned to stay still after what had happened in the Bittersweet Confectionery. He was denied a chance. That day was a grim reminder of the fact that the world he lives in is biased. He lives in a society where status and prestige have overshadowed emancipation and equality, whereas minor conveniences were denied based on imperfect labels.It was not the humiliation that made such a tremendous impact on him; it was his own ignorance. In fact, the humiliation they faced that day was the least of his concerns. He realized that his strength amounted to absolutely nothing against someone who has a status above that his own.If Creed was still a loser like he was a year ago, he would not have dared to ponder over these imperfections embedded within society. If he was still weak, he would have had no choice but to blindly follow things as they were.