[Instant Alert!]

Mark stared at the screen, and then he frowned. He received numerous types of alerts from the system, which included high-level threat detection, quests, and skill acquisition alerts. Instant alerts acted differently from others, broadcasting to a group by an admin of an immediate quest. Once alerts like these are received, receivers would gather to clear the quest for additional rewards from the admin.

He shook his head, feeling it would be best he read it after he had finished with his current. The feeling of someone’s peaks pressing hard against his back began to distract him as time passed, her arms strangling his neck were not any less distracting for Mark, but he managed to maintain a calm expression as he marched forward.

As for his machine gun? He had [64/64] open slots for storing dead organic matter, and with the space of each slot being a limitless void - he could store all sizes of dead matter. However a major backslide was his inability to expand the slots to store as much as he wanted - a restriction he had not yet met anyone who had bypassed it.

Maybe because he had not met many humans with the system?

“These buildings were not always like this. This place was said to be a bustling town, well until the corruption rose as war and destruction consumed the worlds.” Izyrx spoke, looking around at the numerous buildings around them as they moved forward, “We Raz’ki abandoned this area for the mountain where we built Solitary Heart and developed.”

"I can understand that, more than you might believe." Mark shrugged, and then he halted again. A frown formed on his face as a coldness flashed in his eyes, "Now, I wonder if there will ever be a place across the sea of stars where the corruption of life has not invaded. I wonder if I will ever reach a place like that in my life… or if I will die trying…"

“Is that what you would call a dream? Escaping from this wasted rim would be enough reason for many to sacrifice their lives, not to speak about voyaging the stars— wait, something does not feel right.” Izyrx paused in the middle of her speech, feeling a weird sensation running down her spine as she sensed something wrong with the environment, “This…"

“So persistent…” Mark’s eyes shone as he turned around to see a stone hurtling in his direction, lifting his hand and watching as the stone shattered upon slamming directly into his palm. After he’d defended against the attack, he dashed forward at a fast speed, noticing a shadow hiding behind the smallest building in the area, and then he broke into a dashing frenzy, shattering the ground crazily.

A shadow dashed out of a window and leapt towards Mark at a fast speed, armed with a blade in hand. It was shrouded in armour, and the only visible part of its body even after it had dashed into the light were its eyes which seemed to give off a crazed gleam. The building it had jumped out of was right behind Mark, and this left the human in between two enemies.

Mark frowned, but he continued dashing forward. He used his arms to support Izyrx's legs so she would not fall off his back, and she held him even tighter in response, shutting her eyes tightly whilst wishing all the chaos would end quickly. As he moved, Mark noticed that there was a larger group waiting ahead for them in the distance.

“Hey… Do not open your eyes for any reason…” Mark warned the Raz’ki on his back as a cold gleam flashed in his eyes. In the next second, he came to an explosive halt that shattered the land beneath him — spinning around at a faster speed and turning to face the closest enemy. Before it could understand the situation, he leapt forward and dashed behind it.

He ran fast, his speed rising the farther he got away from the enemies. The enemies on the other hand were stunned, and the one with a blade turned to chase Mark fiercely signalling the ambush to sneak after them. Mark who noticed this smirked as his speed rose even further, breaking into a wild dash forward that rendered the enemy speechless.

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Enhanced with the most advanced of technologies his parents could lay their hands on, and then trained from childhood to master every altered cell in his body — he was a monster before the eyes of regulars, no matter how powerful. The only adversaries he struggled with were others of the same class like Vysla with even higher levels of technology or more advanced training.

And with the knowledge of his capabilities, it helped him build a certain level of confidence when fighting enemies he considered weaker in every aspect of battle imaginable. As he dashed off, he finally noticed the chance he wanted to create for himself, and he took it almost instantly, a cold gleam in his eyes as he turned around and dashed towards the enemy again.

The target seemed calmer this time, raising his blade with hopes of cleaving into the human in the middle of his dash when it would be difficult to shift the direction of his movements. With the sword lifted high, the target felt a sense of assurance as it believed there was no way one would survive a direct cut from a blade, especially without any armour worn over their bodies.

Slash ~ Clang!

Mark smirked coldly with his knee slammed into the armoured torso of the enemy whose blade had slammed into the side of his neck. The blade vibrated fiercely in the hands of the enemy, unable to break Mark's skin not to talk of having him. Noticing how buffed Mark's defence was despite his small posture, the enemy decided it would be smarter to escape.

But, he could not move! His mind was active, but his body refused to obey the commands he was giving it. After a split second of confusion, he felt as if he had grown lighter, his leg lifting off the land a second after he had cut into his target. Just as he tried to assess the situation, he was blasted into a wall, vomiting blood as he squirmed with his body buried into the thick wall.

"Bunch of amateurs." Mark turned to the dumb assassin he had met earlier, and then the coldness in his eyes evolved into a frenzied madness. This time, he dashed forward at a speed that transformed him into a spectre in the eyes of the assassin, reaching her location before she could even wrap her mind around the situation she had landed herself in.

He flickered in his position, and in the next second his leg had slammed into the side of her head, and she was blown into the distance like a ragged doll. He glanced at her limp body for a second, and then he shifted his gaze to the others — the somewhat small group hiding in the shadows, and lying in wait for a chance to strike, unaware of the fact Mark had noticed them already.

“Izyrx, you must be boiling with curiosity but please bear with me. I will be done in a second.” He assured the Raz’ki trembling on his back, then entered a dashing stance. As soon as he collapsed into the stance, a wicked gleam shone in his eyes and the ground around him shattered from an unknown force as he dissipated from his position only to appear a few metres ahead.

He found himself standing amidst three targets, neither of them were armed with any weapons a human as advanced as he was would consider a threat to their existence. In three quick movements, his leg smashed into all of their faces and the trio were sent flying in different directions, not getting to understand how exactly they had ended up in that situation.

[Warning: Neural Overcharge Limit Near!]

Mark took in a deep breath as he stilled the storm in his heart. The heavier the toll he imposed on his body, the closer he drew himself to a neural overcharge: a state where all his function would be rendered useless until he had cooled down. It was the limitation of the technologies he faced, and he was forced to bow to it, leaving himself incapable of maintaining his full potential for a long period.

It was the same for all highly advanced lifeforms as well, and it was another form of weapon one could use in surviving desperate situations. No matter how strong or advanced the enemy’s abilities were, if they were careless with their strength this weakness would always be taken advantage of, and there would be nothing they could do about it but lament and die.

He turned around calmly, listening to the soft chatter between the targets as they scrambled to safety. The buildings looked quite tall now that he admired them, and in cooperation with all the plants in the area, they managed to develop a maze of branching paths that led in different directions…

"Huff… Although I doubt any of these things would be strong enough to kill me, it would not be wise to leave myself vulnerable. I also have to think about the one on my back, and how my actions would affect her safety…" Mark felt his vision blur, and a frown formed on his face, "Which way did we rush in here from just now?"

Directions.