Ultimate Abandoned の小説・ストーリー

In my previous life, I died trapped in their schemes. In this life, I would never fall for them again. After I left, my parents kept wailing behind me. From time to time, Mrs. Hale passed along updates. She said Liam refused to leave their home and treated it like his own, while my parents had become his live-in servants. Tara gave birth to another baby boy named Frankie Brooks, and that sealed my parents' and Sophie's fate. They couldn’t escape even if they wanted to.

“No, it’s not horrible. It’s easier to forget and not deal.” He nods. “I’m done dealing with his shit. He’s never going to get better.” “Maybe he—” “No. It’s been fifteen years. He’s been to court-ordered rehab more than once. My parents nearly went broke trying to get him into other private rehab centers. He has a disease where the cure has yet to be found.”

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“Now stop the games. Come for what you really want.” He then stepped towards the camera, getting really close. “You want me? You want the Alpha position? Fine, I’m calling you out, the abandoned warehouse on the east edge of the old shipping district. 8 pm. Just you and I, no tricks, no games. Man to man, the way it should be.” Another pause, then his jaw tightened. “And Blackwood, come prepared.” With that, he stepped back from the platform, and the camera light turned off.

I am Rey Reed Smith, the last of the reaper's hunters and the wielder of the soul nectar. Taking another deep breath, I quickened my pace as the noise of those stupid crowds grew more intense. It was the same sound I'd grown accustomed to; it meant one of their most vicious and important players was about to slay his victims. My plan is simple. I will just brag into the arena ground, slaughter their players, rescue my team, kill the bastard, Ryan, and find my way out. I knew that with my newfound power, I was invisible to any weapons they were welding and that none of their players, not even Ryan, were a match for my abilities now.

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He smirked devilishly and held the bracelet before pulling it off harshly causing it to break. My eyes widened when I saw it broken. "Now, you want it still huh?" He smirked and throw it through the tall grass, I didn't even saw where it fell. I felt that pang on my chest, it's heavy... And it's hurting too much. My sight started to blur when tears filled my eyes, but I immediately wiped it off, memories of myself with my family back then came flashing to my mind as if it only happened yesterday. But my parents died five years ago already.

to the ends of the continent. ​The "Dead-Zones" were the areas of the South that had never been "Awakened" by the Great Broadcast—industrial wastelands where the soil was poisoned and the air was thick with the residue of a hundred years of unregulated manufacturing. This was the headquarters of the "Remnant-Syndicate," a group of elite Council-loyalists who had refused to transition to the "New-North" model.

--- It would be silent. --- And unstoppable.