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THE [PSYCHOKINETIC] EYEBALL PULLER 2
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CONTENTS
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
11. The Old Pirate King
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
31. Overload: Obsession 1/4
32. Overload: Obsession 2/4
33. Overload: Obsession 3/4
34. Overload: Obsession 4/4
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
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ONE
“Astrid!” Leena shouted.
She broke free of her restraints and dashed forward. Leena wrapped her arms around Astrid.
The warmth from Leena’s body gave Astrid a cosy feeling, one that she would never forget, and would always long for. It was the warmth of family.
Astrid placed her hands on Leena’s shoulders and took a step back.
“We will need a burial.”
She looked at the two dead Wayfarers. They were only first-years, dead before they had even been able to make their mark on the world.
The more fragile first- and second-years didn’t fight their restraints. Their eyes were locked on the dead bodies as tears rolled down their faces.
Astrid could see that some had given up, while others seemed to have developed a strong resolve. She wasn’t sure what to say. Could she convince them not to give up? Should she tell them that their work would eventually become easier? No. That would be a lie.
“Astrid, your eyes,” Leena whispered.
Astrid could feel Leena’s stare as she examined the details within her eyes.
Astrid covered her face and connected to the matter around her eyes. She could feel their peculiarity, as though something within was dancing. With a thought—almost as if she were placating something—the strange feeling subsided and the matter returned to normal.
“Is it gone?” Astrid asked.
Leena nodded with a heaviness that told Astrid that she was concerned.
Astrid clasped Leena’s hands. She connected to what was left of the restraints and removed them with a yank of psychic energy.
She walked with Leena to the deceased Wayfarers. Josh, Mina, Nick, and Gloria joined them.
Mina crouched, and gently removed the Wayfaring badge from the young man's chest. Tears fell from her eyes and wetted her shirt collar as she mumbled the name on the badge.
Jeremy Booker.
Josh removed the other badge from a young woman named Jules Wilks.
Astrid made a fist with her right hand and struck her chest above her heart. She tapped her feet together and peered into the vast ocean above the bubble layer. It was the salute of a Wayfarer, and a send-off for those lost in battle. A sign of respect for the fallen.
“We’ll bury them here,” Josh said.
He grabbed a handful of dirt and watched it sift through his hands with a sigh. His hands trembled, then he struck the ground with his fist.
“What about their families?” A young woman said.
Astrid glanced at her badge. Her name was Lore.
“Nothing could be better than to be buried in the old world,” Josh said.
Astrid agreed as she gazed at their surroundings. It was so green, the air vibrant and clean. It beat the never-ending smell of salt and fish from the ocean, and the industrial smoke of the factories.
When the day came for her to die in battle, she hoped to be buried in the most beautiful city in the old world. But, for now, she had too much to work toward.
Who knew how many other void world locations there were? Was it just a small section of a planet?
She couldn’t wait to find the answers, and now she was one step closer to figuring it out. Astrid brushed a finger against her eyelid. Instead of becoming more chaotic now that it hosted two black blob classes, it seemed to have calmed down.
Were they balancing each other, or were they now complete? Astrid asked the question, but got no answer.
She felt a sense of tiredness within her mind.
Are they sleeping? They really are children. Damned freeloaders. Astrid dropped her salute and stood at ease.
Astrid didn’t feel the sadness that the others did. She felt pain for the loss, and the thought of seeing their parents lost in grief dampened her heart. But she refused to dwell on it. She doubted that Lore and Jeremy would want that either. This was the life that they had chosen, and they had died as warriors.
Is it because I’m a Sinwen? Are we just hardwired for battle? Astrid thought.
“We should bury them near the forest,” Mina said as she clutched Jeremy Booker’s badge. “It has a nicer view than here.”
Josh nodded and picked up Jeremy, Froderick picked up Lore.
They left the mining area and approached a hill at the entrance to the forest. It overlooked the mine and the grassy fields surrounding it. Further in the distance lay the town with its numerous buildings. Some were broken. Holes were smashed into the walls from a previous territory war, or simply from the passage of time. Other buildings were intact, hinting at a world lost to the survivors on the surface. The sun had risen, and its rays pushed through the dark ocean water. The light penetrated the bubble and shimmered over the land.
“They would like it here.” Mina bit her lip.
Astrid placed her hand on Mina’s and nodded. The fact that she didn’t feel the same emotions as others didn’t mean that
She rubbed Mina’s back as the bodies were lowered into a hastily dug grave.
Mina looked down, then her head shifted uncomfortably side to side as if she were looking for something.
“What’s the matter?” Astrid asked.
“We need to say a prayer, but I don’t know any,” Mina said.
Astrid nodded, she was about to step forward, when Leena stepped to the side of the grave.
Leena bowed. “Eternal Iara, light of our lives, witness these souls and guide them to the universe above.”
Leena clasped her hands together, and everyone else followed her lead.
The prayer to Goddess Iara had once held so much meaning for Astrid. She would pray to her every night in hopes she would grant her the Sinwen family class. Now, she wasn’t even sure of Iara’s existence. As Leena prayed, Astrid waited for a sign, anything, but nothing happened.
The only thing she could feel were two alien beings within her mind. They had planted themselves there, but she had let them do so. Had she refused the class, they would have died. They had destroyed her faith.
“Wherever they may be, grant them eternal peace.” Leena said, and everyone bowed their heads.
As Leena finished speaking, a gentle breeze wafted towards the group. Astrid scrunched her nose and could practically taste the metal in the air. She was used to it now, the reek of blood and death.
Tony’s eyes widened, as if he had suddenly thought of something, and he shot into the woods.
“Leena, stay here and protect the others,” Astrid said. “I’ll find out what’s happening.”
“Yes, my lady.”
Astrid connected to the matter within her body. She could feel every tiny change in her muscle fibres, and the strength coursing through them.
She propelled herself into the air, blasting a hole into the ground with the force of her launch. She hurtled past the trees, passing the dexterity user Tony within seconds.
The stench of blood grew stronger by the second. Within a few minutes, she broke past the dense tree line and gazed upon chaos.
Blood and body parts were scattered around the forest floor as if they had been shoved through a high-powered cutting machine. Intestines hung from the branches above, twisting in the breeze.
Anger surged up within Astrid, she wanted to release it, but the culprit was already dead.
“No…” Tony stumbled forward, trembling as he looked from body to body.
Astrid’s mind twitched and she bolted to a secluded area behind a few trees. A budding red light came into view.
She dashed toward the light and slid across the ground to halt her momentum. Sitting in a pool of blood was Calum, the leader of the second-years, a wide gash in his chest. Any deeper, and Astrid had no doubt he would be dead.
She immediately took out a high-powered potion and poured it into his mouth. His lips were cold to the touch, and the red surrounding his heart was waning. She splashed some of the potion onto his chest.
Tony fell to his knees and gently grabbed Calum’s shoulders.
The red liquid slipped down his throat then, as if it had a mind of its own, and spread through his entire body. Astrid watched as a faint red mana followed his veins. Within minutes, the waning heart started to beat with greater strength.
Calum’s ashen face was suffused with a rose tint.
He opened his eyes and blinked repeatedly. He spluttered as a thick blood clot was ejected from his throat.
“The others,” Calum said in a hoarse voice.
“They’re dead,” Astrid said without hesitation.
Calum’s mouth opened and closed repeatedly, as if he wanted to say something, but no words escaped.
“It all happened so—” Calum stopped. He buried his face in his knees. His shoulders shook, and his fingernails dug into the flesh of his legs.
“I ran,” Calum sobbed. “I left them to face those monsters on their own. What kind of leader am I?”
“Not a good one,” Astrid said matter-of-factly.
He looked at her through glazed eyes.
“Astrid.” Tony glared.
“Are you going to give up, then?” Astrid asked. “Are you going to dishonour their lives by giving up?”
Tony grabbed Astrid’s collar. “Astrid, what the hell are you saying?” His cheeks were red, and his chest heaved.
“Tony, i-it’s okay,” Calum wiped the tears from his face. He tried to move and groaned with pain. “Can you help me up?”
“Calum…” Tony hoisted him to his feet.
Calum shifted and hobbled past the tree with Tony’s help.
He gazed at the carnage and his body threatened to give out, yet his eyes remained fixed on the battlefield, as if he were engraving every detail into his mind.
Tears streamed down his face, but he remained steadfast. He refused to look away.
“Where are they… The ones who did this?” Calum turned to Astrid. His eyes were bloodshot.
“I killed all of them,” Astrid repeated. “None remain.”
“They must have another party,” Calum said. “An organisation.”
Astrid nodded.
“Then, Astrid, help me erase them from this world.”
TWO
In the town, at the foothills of the mountains.
Kreka dodged a sharp blade strike from a green man with little budding horns. The green humanoid was far taller than he.
Kreka barely reached his opponent’s chest in height, but he was not afraid. He had to reach the skies above, beyond the water prison that surrounded the town. All for the great warrior who had freed him and his men from their shackles.
Kreka would pay back the great warrior twofold, no, threefold, no, tenfold! He and his men would reach the heavens to follow the great warrior and rule the world!
The humanoid’s blade scratched his scaled cheek. He snarled at the near miss.
The great warrior would not have been hit by that. I need to be faster, stronger, more flexible.
Kreka hissed. He knelt and snapped his leg forward while grabbing a handful of fine dirt.
The green humanoid stepped back out of range, but it had not been Kreka’s intention to injure with his kick.
He dashed forward with the fine dirt in one hand and his spiked club in the other. He made as if to swing his mace, then pulled back at the last second. Instead, as the humanoid flinched from Kreka’s mace, he threw the handful of dirt in its face.
The green humanoid tried to blink the dirt from its eyes as it dodged to the side. But a wide swing of Kreka’s mace collided with its skull, its pointed tips sinking into the side its head.
Kreka sprang forward and thrust his sharp, clawed nails into the humanoid's throat. He clenched his hand tight around the neckbone.
The green man attempted to break free, but Kreka’s grasp tightened as his enemy’s blood seeped into his scales. His hand tightened like a powerful vice. Kreka felt a crack against his palm and the green humanoid powerlessly fell to the ground.
Kreka took a deep breath and glanced behind him. His brothers had finished off the rest of their opponents; only one of his men had died. They had won.
Kreka raised his mace high, as high as a kobold could reach, anyway.
The other kobolds screamed and shouted until their throats turned raw.
“For the great warrior,” Kreka howled. “For the Lady, we will take over the world and help her rise. We will bleed and we will die, but we will ascend!”
The kobolds’ war cry resounded throughout the forest.
Kreka scratched his head as a foreign voice spoke within his mind. It had started when he approached the body of Warlord Dreigno. Some miniscule black thing, not even the size of a human fingernail, had leapt at him.
It didn’t hurt him, oddly enough. In this place, everything was usually out to hurt him. So he thought nothing of it. Until a strange voice began talking to him. At first he was troubled, but as he fought, he got stronger, faster. And the voice even gave him something called a class.
He wasn’t sure what it meant and the other kobolds didn’t know, either.
Kreka gazed at the screen within his mind.
You have defeated a Hobgoblin - Level 56
You have levelled up!
Kobold Level 46 -> Kobold Level 47
You have reached the next evolutionary stage as a - Kobold.
You are evolving.
Kreka felt an intense jolt, as if something had infiltrated his body and kindled a fire.
