Chapter 16: Abyssal Rule (2/2)

He sat up thunderstruck by the encounter just awhile ago. It felt like it was a dream that only lasted a brief second and he’s back to reality. Was the abyss part of the dream or was it something else? Angel questioned but dared not figure it out.

He glanced at the clock; a quarter past nine 35 seconds! It has only been 3 seconds?!

Recollecting the sequence of events, YC had already vanished into thin air but it was only 3 seconds and he had already escaped. Angel was absolutely sure that YC was there. There was no way a man could run that fast!

Angel walked away and instantaneously he saw the four mavericks from before who had been there in the same posture and position much like a sculpture.

Something was not right, Angel held his steps as the waves wavered in his hands spread between them, but no anomaly was found. After a few hours, the mavericks still remained as sculpture-like; no words were uttered while a passerby was amazed by such lively looking sculptures in the area. Angel wanted to have a closer look so he blended in with the pedestrians and walked towards the sculptures.

Pale and lifeless. Those were the words Angel thought upon seeing their faces. A frantic sharp ringing in his head made Angel anxious.

A face of such kind was not new to him. This is the second time he had experienced this particular symptom. The first time was during the aftermath of two defeated ultimate mavericks in a battle; their souls were completely drained due to brain neural damage. It was the exact kind of face he saw!

He shuddered and trembled in fear, feeling the chills up his spine as he choked on his saliva; the drought in his throat froze his movements.

It… It …. It was not a dream….

Ever-expanding black hole, constant coldness, deafening silence; everything came crashing down and circulating through his mind as he picked up the pieces. The feeling was disturbing and frightening. Angel could not endure it any longer as he let out a shriek and disconnected right after.

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“So…”

“Mu, what is this maverick you had been mumbling about? How is it that I had never heard of it?”

“Mavericks are the experts in utilizing processors at the virtual world with special abilities. They are known as the ones in the gray area for they stand between life and death, the black and white, could be both benign and malignant. Hence, the name. Mavericks denote the field they hold expertise in so much it felt like a walk in the park.”

Ye Chong had lost his interests at the mention of processors. “Eh, is it? I don’t really care about some processor professor in the field, so what happened to them anyway?”

“Permanent neurological brain damage.”

“Permanent neurological… what? What do you mean?”

“It’s the state that would eventually lead to either death or dementia.”

Ye Chong raised his brows, “Oh, very well. Then they will be obedient as ever!” At Trash Planet-12, if a man showed mercy to his enemies, he would be as good as the skeletons on the floor. He would be nothing more than bones on the ground. Ye Chong had already gotten used to a life of fight or perish so death was nothing new to him!

“Oh wait!” He turned to Mu Shang.

“Isn’t there another guy in the corner?”