《Mc's not part of the story》Chapter 238
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Chapter 238
A howling creature materialized in the desolated room. The place was filled with darkness but his crimson eyes were shining. The pain was clearly written in those eyes. Delorio was grunting in pain as the damage he got from the battle was massive. He also died thrice, but because of his relentless willpower to survive, he tucked in his tail and decided to run away. It was a disgraceful moment, he wanted to erase that memory. Delorio was humiliated, he was weak, he even lost the Eyes. Those Eyes are powerful but he was forced to let them go, or else he would die.
"Damn it!"
He slammed his fist to the ground, it cracked just like his other shoulder. He spent a great amount of mana just to escape. Because of that, his body was damaged. He had to rest to regain his strength although he won't replenish the corruption that he lost, he had to meet his master to do that. As a Demon Duke, his corruption is unique, and he received it directly from Demon Lord Asmodeus.
"I swear, I will return this humiliation dozens of times. Lilith, Niña, and even that young Lane, I'll kill them!"
He spoke like a growling beast, his body started merging with the shadow. He was waiting for the right time to move, just like in the past.
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A rift unhurriedly formed in an office in a call center company. The workers who recently came were dumbfounded as they witness a small dot gradually getting bigger. Their faces lost their colors, they thought that a portal materialized in their workplace. Or perhaps another invasion was happening, they know the story of how the Methuselahs arrived on Earth, they used a rift and invaded Rio. As informed people, they were frightened about this and believed that something bad was going to happen. Seeing rift materialized before sent shivers down their spines.
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The manager immediately dialed a number to call for help. He contacted the nearest group of Hunters. However, before he could speak, the rift disappeared and a figure of a woman appeared right in front of them. Andromeda opened her eyes, her pupils shrank realizing that she returned.
"Oh, I remember, I'm at work when the summoning happened…"
She stopped her sentence when she felt the stabbing gazes of her colleagues. They were in utter shock, Andromeda, who was missing for half a year appeared right in front of them. She returned directly to her working spot, although her belongings were not there anymore. It seemed like they hired another person to fill the job she lost.
She was a Call Center Agent and her job was tiring and busy. The pay was good but the repetitive answering of calls took a toll on her. But job is a job so she accepted her fate.
Yet, she didn't know that someday, the Awakening would call her and bring her to a place where killing monsters are the norm.
She was still questioning herself if she should continue this Hunter job or return to being a call center agent.
"… It seems like the answer is already obvious. I don't have the job anymore, looks like they fired me."
Her belongings being gone was proof, even the computer that she was using was changed. Anyway, she didn't care anymore. She just wanted to leave.
She sighed, based on the gazes that pointed at her, it seemed like she caused a ruckus. More like she caused fear because of the frightened expression they have. They thought that the rift was another invasion of different species.
Andromeda made a strained smile. It was awkward because she was wearing breastplates and she looked like a warrior who went to war. Well, the latter was true since she really fought a battle couple of hours ago. The Basilisk was strong and some of them died although in the end they killed it and took the crystal heart. Her healing took massive damage to the Basilisk and her participation meant a lot.
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She looked around and noticed that the time was 8:17 am, she decided to leave the office. Some people tried to talk to her as they realize that Andromeda partook in the Awakening. But she just smiled at them and didn't linger on. She had important things to do and staying here would be detrimental, for her and these people.
Thousands of Hunters are hunting her. Their mission was to steal the Evolution Stone that she has. Right now, the reward was in her Inventories but it would come out if she died. Her office mates are surprised by her appearance but they were more surprised when Andromeda snob them. Usually, the girl would smile and greeted them but looked like she changed. Well, being part of Awakening would surely change her, physically and mentally.
It's a hundred percent that she was a Hunter now with unique powers. It may be true that she's coldhearted now, they decided to remain away from her path and let her leave the office. Besides, their working hours already started.
Andromeda's palms were sweating as she walked out of the building. Some parts of her were thinking that maybe a Hunter would show up and kill her. However, she steeled her throbbing heart and looked ahead of the road. Her destination was to meet Adalyn or to be precise, Mikael Tibano.
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Tears flowed from the eyes of a guy. He was in the room of his sister. His name is Seven, this dude is waiting for Adalyn. Actually, although it was obvious, but Seven always calls Miriam every day just to make sure that Adalyn was fine… Well, it was every hour… Or perhaps every minute.
And yeah, Miriam started to get tired of him. This siscon always cried whenever he heard that Adalyn had some injuries… but most of the time, he always cry. Miriam almost lost her composure, she almost used her bow just to shut his mouth. This man always disturbed her, she couldn't even have a peaceful time with Lemar because her phone always vibrates. In fact, killing Seven entered her mind. It was good that it didn't happen.
Anyway, let's get back to our siscon(Seven). This stupid man was still crying!
"Guuwwweeehhhhu!!! Adalyn, where are you!? Brother miss you!! Please return!!! Wahhh!!"
He couldn't speak well because he was crying. The floor was covered with his tears. In one mistake, someone may die because of the slippery floor. Your head may crack on this wet floor.
Seven was kneeling(and crying) while holding Adalyn's picture like she was dead.
While he was busy scraping his head on the tiles, a small dot started appearing over Adalyn's bed.
Seven felt the unique aura and he quickly raised his head. He witnessed how the dot disappeared and changed into Adalyn's figure. Seven's tears-filled eyes started widening.
"… I'm back…"
Adalyn appeared, she was wearing leather armor and she had a dagger on her waist. She looked like a warrior but the woman didn't care about her appearance. For her, this dress-up was normal. The light in her eyes returned and she realized that her brother was kneeling, waiting for her.
" Adalyn!! Wahhh!!"
Pah!
Seven immediately stood up to hug her but our cute little sister slapped him. Not only that, she grabbed his neck and lifted him.
"Kuya! Where is brother Mikael!!?"
"Huh?"
Seven's cheek was red but Adalyn's greeting was not about him but for another guy. She was looking for Mikael!
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