[Portal creation in progress...1%...10%...40%...44%..60%..100%]
As the portal completed its creation, a sudden surge of energy caused it to materialize beneath Egon. He couldn't help but look down at the mysterious opening that had appeared before him. It was like peering into the depths of an endless abyss, its vastness immeasurable and intimidating.
Egon tried to climb away from the portal, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to make any progress. It was as if he was trapped in a never-ending cycle, unable to escape the clutches of the portal's grasp.
[Sir, kindly get into the portal to reach your required destination]
"I don't want to! I'm not going anywhere without my mom," Egon retorted desperately.
[Sir, the probability of your mom returning alive is only 5%. My duty is to ensure your safety until you reach your uncle's location]
"I'm not going anywhere!!!!!!" Egon shouted in frustration.
[it is not your choice to make. I have been programmed to ensure your successful extraction. I'm sorry, but if you refuse to cooperate, I will have to resort to drastic measures to take you along forcefully]
Suddenly, a surge of power emanated from the portal ring, overwhelming Egon and throwing him off balance. He pleaded,
"No!! I don't want to go anywhere. No!!! Please stop it!" But his pleas fell on deaf ears as he was forcefully pulled into the portal, unable to resist its pull.
Present.....
Egon regained consciousness as he stumbled into someone. Looking up he
"Hey! Why did you hit me?" Egon wondered, trying to break the awkward silence.
The girl who he was looking at was called Freya.
Freya had a slender figure with a sun-kissed complexion. Her eyes were mesmerizing, framed by arched eyebrows. With flowing hair, heart-shaped lips, and a flawless smile, she exuded an angelic appearance. Her captivating blue eyes drew him in, while her alluring jumpsuit accentuated her figure.
"Seriously can't she apologize," Egon thought to himself, feeling a Sense of self importance.
Egon was the type that never took a glance at a lady, he saw them as worthless.
He felt that the time he would spend in relationships, he could use them in training his body and become more stronger to open his Visceral channel. It had always been his dream to achieve that.
Egon gazed away and Freya did the same.
She had always been the arrogant type. She was never the type to succumb to men.
Egon had a multi color quiff haircut, with a well defined built. But despite the looks, Freya still saw Egon as normal to her.
"Who do he think he is?"She thought.
Both individuals hated each other badly.
"Who do you think you are? You're nobody, so what are you expecting? An apology? Wow! I didn't know men were this clumsy," she quipped in response to his comment.
Caught off guard, Egon thought to himself,
"Wow! Who does this girl think she is? Maybe she thinks I want something from her because she's useless. Hmmm... she's got quite the attitude."
Egon had expected a different reaction from her, something more polite and understanding.
Despite the fact that he was someone without Visceral Energy girls were still the type to drool over his handsomeness.
He didn't expect much from her, but he had his pride
"Hey! Your just a spoiled, rich kid who thinks she owns the world because of her father's wealth. You're fucking nothing.
Get out of my damn way. I don't need your damn apologies; you can shove it up your ass," he lashed out, infuriated, pushing her aside as he walked past.
Freya, standing in front of him, was taken aback by his harsh retort. Nobody had ever insulted her to such an extent. And to make matters worse, he pushed her aside in front of everyone, as if he didn't care about the consequences of his actions.
No one had been so disrespectful to her. This was like an insult to her prestige.
"Isn't that Freya Blaze, the daughter of the Blaze family? Did I really just witness that, or are my eyes playing tricks on me?" a shocked onlooker whispered, unable to believe what they had just witnessed.
Meanwhile, Egon continued on his jog, unaware of the storm awaiting him. Lost in his own world, he plugged in his AirPods, disconnecting himself from his surroundings.
Suddenly, like a raging lioness, Freya leaped towards him, unleashing her fury. Her voice echoed through the area,
"You bastard, who the fuck do you think you are?"
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At the top of the Zeth tower, a high-rise structure housing one of the finest shopping malls in Mystical, Freya's shadow guards stood watch. They observed the unfolding spectacle below, eagerly awaiting the opportune moment to intercede in their mistress's affairs.
A group of seven guards stood at the tower's edge, forming part of the elite squad solely assigned to ensure Freya's safety. Though outnumbered, they had additional backup in case of emergencies.
"X10! Conduct a background check on that young man," commanded X6, the leader of the shadow guard.
"Yes, sir!" the computer wizard acknowledged, quickly initiating the scan. After a few seconds, he reported, "Scan successful! Sir, I have obtained his bio details. Transmitting them to your Quantum Watch immediately."
X6 glanced at his Quantum Watch, reviewing the information about Egon that had been retrieved. Assessing the situation, he pondered their course of action.
"X6! What should we do? The mistress is causing quite a commotion. Should we intervene? We must avoid even the slightest harm befalling the mistress, or our master will not take it lightly," one of the guards voiced concerns about their next move.
"No! It isn't time yet. According to the database report on this guy, his threat level is very low," X6 declared, evaluating the information retrieved about Egon Smith.
"Egon Smith Stats:
Nineteen years old... Lives in the commercial district.
Martial arts skills: Taekwondo, Karate, Muay Thai, Wushu, and 100 more - 100% proficiency in all martial arts skills...
Visceral Core Energy: 0%
Power Ranking level: 0%...
Siblings: Unknown...
Parents: Unknown...
Guardian: Rex Smith...
Cousin: Tracy Smith..." X10 recited the retrieved data.
"Hmmm! His martial arts skills are quite astonishing for someone his age, but I can't help but wonder why his Visceral Core Energy appears to be empty," pondered X1, scrutinizing the information.
Freya has quite trained in all the martial arts too. The sloe reason was because she couldn't control her Abilities so she felt that studying much would help.
"I never thought that someone with such formidable martial arts proficiency would exhibit such a weak core. The only person I can think of who matches his Martial arts skills at this age is our mistress, Freya."
X1 continued,
"So, it seems he poses no threat to our mistress. While she may struggle to control her abilities, her visceral core energy far surpasses his."
The shadow guards noted that Egon's prowess did not surpass that of their mistress, leaving them somewhat surprised. It was a rarity to find someone who could master all forms of martial arts like Egon had.
Meanwhile, consumed by anger, Freya unleashed her fury, charging towards Egon with maximum speed.
She swiftly took him on, catching his waist and bringing him down towards the ground. Both of them landed with a thud, leaving bystanders in shock at the intensity of Freya's retaliation. Egon had unknowingly awakened a sleeping lioness.
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A few moments later, Egon's head was throbbing with pain. Still lying on the ground, he was disoriented and unaware of Freya's presence on top of him. The chaos of the moment had disoriented Freya as well.
As Freya slowly regained her senses, she couldn't comprehend why she found herself surrounded by multiple legs and what seemed to be a soft surface beneath her. Her long, flowing hair obscured her vision, adding to her confusion. Attempting to make sense of her surroundings, she reached out with her hands, unknowingly brushing against Egon's chest.
Egon, lying on the ground, felt the touch on his chest and instinctively moved his hands towards the source. Suddenly, he found himself holding a very soft hand, a pleasant sensation coursing through him.
"Wow! Whose hands are these, so soft and comforting? And why do I feel like someone's on top of me?" he wondered.
"Why does this place feel so sturdy?" Freya questioned, she couldn't understand what was going on
She swiftly swung her hair, flipping it 180 degrees to reveal her face.
In that instant, her hair cascaded backward as she sat up, her gaze coinciding with Egon's.
Their eyes locked, a mesmerizing moment where time seemed to stand still.
There was an undeniable connection, as if a steady stream of energy flowed between them through their eyes. Suddenly, their brains jolted, triggering their senses. The realization struck them simultaneously, and they were both taken aback, involuntarily shouting in unison, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh....."