Nova, now calm and relaxed, glanced at his window. He hadn't noticed that he had levelled up.
[ Level Up! ]
[ Status Window
Name: Nova Matsui
Level: 2 (0/200)
Karma: ---%
Mana: 200/200
Strength: 3 -> 7
Agility: 4 -> 8
Sense: 2 -> 6
Desire: 3 -> 4
Items
No items are available.
Skills
* Eminence -> (More detail)
* Rage ->
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Quests
Feels Like Home -> (More detail) ]
Some of the energy he felt during [Rage] returned and lingered. It didn't disappear.
'Is this because of my new stats...? And if so...does that mean [Rage] will be stronger too?'
He dismissed the thought. Nova was tired, and extremely hungry. Upon reaching a large restaurant, he booked himself a table with a steak as his meal. The restaurant was busy, bustling with greedy, rich customers blowing off their money and being treated like royalty. Obviously, that wasn't the same case for Nova.
A ringing sound sounded through his ears. Before he could take a bite of his meal, he noticed the silver fork that had fallen onto the ground.
"Hey, you there!" A grubby man with his mouth full sticks his fat finger at Nova. "Grab my fork for me! Now!"
Nova, not wanting to cause trouble, knelt and picked the fork up, handing it over to him. This, however, didn't work out, as the man proceeded to shout and spit at Nova for not even attempting to clean it.
"You lowly scum! You think someone like me would eat from a fork tainted by your presence? Do you know who I am?"
"No, I don't."
Infuriated, a chubby hand flew towards Nova's face. Fortunately, an old bloke appeared in the matter of seconds. "Sir...If you have problems, please tussle your issues outside of my premises. But, since you're are a VIP guest here, I would like to ask you to calm down as I kick out the..." He glared at Nova, "...The commoner."
Chubbs then smirked. "Thank you, Sir Carew." He sat down and continued to eat. As for Nova, he was instantly dragged out of the restaurant by a few bulky security staff.
"Just great..."
***
A couple hours passed, Nova had returned to his new home, where someone had been waiting for him. The soldier he previously met was sitting cross-legged on the ground.
"A man died this week. He was sentenced to death for the genocide of a whole Raid team. They streamed his death." The soldier turned his head to the man. "Surely you must have heard of him?"
Upon hearing the interrogation, Nova froze, and beads of sweat formed on his temple.
"I have never heard of h-"
"You're lying."
With a gulp, his gaze averted before taking a few steps back.
"Before I continue," the officer started to say, "Have you not noticed the one behind you?"
Nova spun around, only to notice a little person peeking from the doorway. An "Eek!" emitted from their mouth and the small figure scurried off.
"Now that any problems are out of the way, we can talk. First of all, who are you...Nova Matsui?"
An ear deafening silence played out for quite a while.
"It is true that I am Nova Matsui. But there is nothing I can tell you about me."
"Then I will reveal your existence to the Higher Ups. I have my contacts."
'Damn it...He knows too much...I need to do something..."
An idea formed in his head.
[ EoJ Enabled. ]
[ Name: Shane Rushton
Age: 27
Status: Cautious ]
[ EoJ Disabled. ]
The name...Shane Rushton. A wide, devious grin spread across his face.
"Ah, but if I bring up Lt. Rushton, what would happen then?"
The soldier shuddered, recalling a few memories of his own. "How do you know my name?"
Nova simply dismissed his question. "Let's make a deal. I'll keep your existence a secret, and you'll do the same. Is that understood?"
There was a nod. Nova could just tell that through the mask, Shane was in no place to refuse him, as if word gets out that Shane escaped, he would be tortured for information till the day he'd die.
"The rumours are all accusations. They're false and empty lies."
"Real or not, people will still react the same towards it. You are held responsible."
This conversation suddenly came to a halt, as Nova could feel the presence watching him again. Taking action to his own hands, he turned to the door and grabbed the closest limb thT he could see towards him, which happened to be the arm of a recognisable and frail hand. That hand, which he knew was Two's instantly.
"What is a little someone like you doing here, Two, was it?"
"Shane...interrogate her."
Followed by no response. The only conclusion that he could come to, was to interrogate.