What would happen if a Dystopian Earth came across a fantasy world? 

Portals open up on a Dystopian Earth where fantasy monsters and medieval armies flood through to wreak havoc and claim the Earth as their own. 

Follow an elite team of supersoldiers who are sent to the world on the other side where they will encounter magical beasts and dabble in the world's complex culture and political landscape, all the while sowing the seeds for Earth's counter-attack!

"No doubt, he's going to be late again."

He pulled the cuff up on his left arm to check the time. It's already seven twenty-five, only five minutes left before the meeting time. Heaving a sigh, Leon slumped his back and just walked off the pathway to look for a place where he can stay and wait. Seeing the benches around the area, he chose a table with two folding chairs with a dark parasol for a shade and quickly occupied the seat.

Leon took the black Tote bag off his shoulders and carefuly placed it to the table. From the inside, he took out his laptop and opened it immedeately. One soft press on the power button and the screen opened. While waiting for it to finish powering up, a lady in a uniform of white button shirt with long sleeves with cuffs freely opened and a black sleek apron tied around her waist approached him. She is holding a writing pad.

"What is your order sir," the lady asked in a practiced high energetic voice. 

"Any recommendations?"

The lady listed out the best of their store. Knowing that it is still morning, it would be weird if Leon order some candy colored drinks so he just only ordered coffee with some treats. The lady goes off after bowing, returned to the shop to attend another set of costumers. Now, the laptop finally logged in. 

Reaching out the bag, Leon fished in his hand to search for the bluetooth mouse that he quickly found. Next to it is a cinch bag in a size of his palms. He connected the mouse through the wireless connection and plugged in the broadban. The loading cursor appeared with the connection set-up appearing after. He completed the process and just by that he is now connected to the internet. 

Leon moved the mouse around and pointed the cursor to an animated shortcut icon. Clicking it twice, a window appeared to confirm his identity. In this window, a password bar plus the logo of the copyright showed to which he quickly filled-up. Hitting the [ENTER] key processed the inputted characters.

Click.

The whole screen went black. 

The lady returned with the order. Leon thanked him and proceeded on looking at the monitor. Anyone not familiar with this black screen will surely freak out. But Leon knows that in this type of game, things like blacking out only means that it is booting up. 

It only took a minute before the welcoming message appeared, with the company's logo and team coming after, ending with the site's title and added animations. His eyes glinted upon seeing the familiar interface giving him a warm rush on his chest.

Dystopian Tales Online

Leon took a sip of his coffee. He typed in his username and password. The game recognized his account and the loading screen appeared. Leon leaned on the chair while waiting for the loading bar to finish, then a group of students found him resting and approached him.

"Good morning," a guy with the light colored hair greeted him. The people around him greeted Leon as well. "Oh, where's Shin?" 

"Still not here. I'm sure he overslept again," Leon sighed.

"Well, obviously. That guy really isn't a morning person," the guy laughed. One of his friends looked at the screen of the laptop and found an interesting view.

"Whoa, I never thought that you're also playing DTO," a guy with an eyeglasses talked this time. 

"Really? That's cool," one agreed.

"Yeah, I've been playing this game for years now," Leon honestly said. "You guys are also players?"

"I played it in junior high and high school," the same glasses guy responded. "But I occasionaly play it now. Though, I wonder when will they release a new server."

"I think it's been two years, no? Man, it's been long since that game updated."

The guys chatted him about the game but Leon barely listened. Of course, he know the reason why there are no new servers after all of these years. 

Eight years ago, Dystopian Tales Online was released. In the same time, Virtual Reality is also implemented. Leon is one of the participants of this inside-game as one of the second string players. Properly oriented and discussed, it is said that in order for the project to collect the proper amount of data, they needed to have at least five hundred players to play it. 

On the sixth year of the release, they reached the five hundred player quota. 

"But this game is still cool though. If only I have a lot of time, I will play it all day and become a pro," one chanted.

"How can you become a pro, dude? You don't have high APM."

Due to the demand of the game, gaming clubs and associations also has risen, turned DTO a sport. As of now, monthly tournaments and annual championships are held across the world. No wonder everyone wanted to become a pro-player. You will earn money from just playing within these clubs and also the fame of being the strongest. 

In this world where violence is forbidden, this is sure a great diversion. 

The bell rang for the start of the second class of the day. The students who have classes on the second period prepared for their classes. Some of them who are staying in the cafeteria said goodbyes to their peers who have later classes. This includes the people who are talking with Leon.

"Uh-oh, we got to go now," one of them said.

"Sure," Leon said.

"Let's play the game next time. I bet your level is very high."

Leon just left that last phrase and waved his hand. A crowd accumulated to the area for a while. Students are found running going in their classes while some are casually leaving the buildings going to their respective lives. Leon looked over at his watch again but the person he is waiting is still nowhere close in sight. 

"I wonder if he's already awake now," he sighed.

Leon decided to enter some dungeon or complete some quest while waiting for his friend. From the requirement needed for the Virtual Reality to open, it is impossible for Leon to play this game. That is why cards are given to VR players. Through this card, they can enter the DTO during the day. 

Some players wanted to play during the day so while Virtual Reality is under maintainance, they only have to type in the ID and password that appears before the game starts to have their characters be transported from VR to DTO. EXP in both games are recorded as one so there will be no problem in transfering data. 

Leon only played DTO during weekends when there is no school and work. It is his first time opening the game in a weekday. Thanks to that mister late guy and he has to play it now. 

Virtual reality and Dystopian Tales Online both uses the first person perspective. However, the difference in playing DTO is due to the interface and the feeling. Honestly, Leon will admit that playing DTO is harder than VR. Even though he is already familiar with the maps, it's a bit of a hassle to control the mouse plus pressing some commands on the keys just to navigate.

In VR, he only have to turn his head to see the surroundings. 

Leon reached out again for the tote bag and collected his headphones. Now that Shin won't be arriving anytime, he decided to test out some spells or play with some DTO players. Another thing, Virtual Reality players are actually playing with DTO players. They are in the same servers. The only difference is the feeling of experience in playing the game. 

Wearing the headphones, the outside sounds gradually vanished replaced by a medieval-fantasy sound music. Leon closed his eyes, listening to the score for a while. And when he opened his eyes, the world that he know is different appeared. The numbers that he closed in the neutral ground appeared in a fast paced, calculating, showing the values of beauty.

[ WELCOME ] [PLAYER LEON-36 HAS LOGGED IN]

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When technological advancement created the norms of the world, people had fallen to the age where peace occupied every nation. With the fear of stagnation, humans developed many games to simulate worlds that somehow substituted as their 'fighting grounds'.

However, a certain game was developed that caused a rift amongst all the games. Only players whose IQ had reached a hundred and half above is allowed to play, and said to be the games made for the geniuses.

The game is developed to create the humanities' next step to evolution - and that is opening a portal to the next world.

Long time no see people, hermit here.

It's that time of the year again, time for me to write why I'm not writing. Feel free to be upset about this in the comments, while I pretend that I'll have this writing thing under control from now on.

First off, I haven't been posting for various reasons, though I have been writing again since a while ago. I had my hand injured around the start of the year and couldn't type for a while, and then got all anxious about missing deadlines for Enlightened Empire without informing all of you (again), so I didn't want to post without being caught up with my schedule at least. Luckily, there was a very convenient pandemic which forced me into a bunch of free time, so I managed to get that done eventually... but then I had like 30 chapters piled up, and reformating, scheduling and posting 30 chapters each on three different sites all at once sounded like a nightmare, so I've kept pushing it back for no good reason.

As a result, I've decided to do this in parts instead. From today on, I'll update 5 chapters a day, until I'm caught up again (which may take me a week or so).

At the same time, there's two more projects I'll be updating:

1. The Last Utopia, my dystopian sci-fantasy story, is no longer an amazon exclusive, so I'll be posting the full version for free on this site over the next week or so. For now, I'll consider this an experiment for later novels, to see if this move has any effect on book sales (positive or negative). We'll see if I'll end up doing the same for every future novel, or just for this one.

2. I've been working on a xianxia novel with some murder mystery elements mixed in which I'm comfortable to let others see now... and I already have the first couple chapters up on my pat-reon (pat-ren.com/hermitscave). I'll start posting chapters here (and unlocking more pat-reon chapters) once I've settled on a final title, and once I've got a half-decent cover. May take me between an hour and several years.

So that's everything I've got in the works, plenty of content to binge through if you still care about any of my stuff at this point. And with all that apocalypse happening outside right now, it's probably the right time for mass-content as well. I really hope this ends up being a distraction for a couple people, or that at least you'll enjoy what I'll be posting. As always, I'll promise to read the comments, though I'm not sure how far back I'm willing to go (there are a lot of them).

Stay safe, stay healthy, and have fun reading,

S.H.

A prince sent into exile, without the means to fight back.

A young man trapped in an unfair world, without the status to bring about change.

Combined, they will have both means and status.

Armed with advanced knowledge from a strange world, will Prince Corco be able to cut through the injustice, regain his birthright and bring enlightenment to the country of his ancestors to create a paradise of true peace, equality and prosperity?

“Okay, first step: Let’s make some Brandy.”

…that’s a maybe then.

Hermit’s Note: My take on the kingdom building genre, which often suffers from weak characters, low stakes and contrived challenges. Buildup will be slow, with Book 1 focused on business managment, Book 2 focused on a battle for succession and only Book 3 getting into the depths of kingdom building. There’s plenty of inventions before that point though, so if you’re here for the clever use of modern tech you’ll find quite a bit to like even early on.

Updates three times a week.

If you want to support me and my writing endeavors (or you just want those side stories and advanced chapters), you can do so on patreon: https://www.patreon.com/hermitscave

In a word, Igor thought of his human masters as completely selfish. They were completely emerged in their own little worlds, and they always seemed to be oblivious to the real issues at hand. The earth could have been crumbling at their feet, but they wouldn't of even noticed.

Keeping in their own realities, having the world revolve around them, the Lennox family was just one example of a new money family in America. The majority of people became even more self involved then the past.

 It wasn't easy to find someone who wasn't a narcissist. 'ME ME ME.' Is what they chanted to themselves on a daily basis.

This was to the point that narcissism became a rare personality disorder because the standard for it had been scaled up very high. The newest DSM book had even revised the section for this drastic change in culture. The world had become all the less sane with the recent innovations.

 Since 2015, the world had gained the following: A smart phone with holograms, affordable flying cars, hover-boards, voice locks, genetic identification, chips with banking and identification data inside them that had been planted inside all humans, and most importantly, GenAlucards.

 With the ability to become completely immersed in a world full of connections, but, initially disconnected from real human interactions, was a double edged sword. People had become more withdrawn into themselves.

Less of them had 'true' friends, and more family orientated people came into existence. These inventions and the side effects of them caused the middle class to either fall into poverty, or become rich. The majority of the middle class, had become poor, whereas, the lucky few, like the new money Lennox family, became stinking rich.

The poor class was even more of a percentage of the country than ever before, not just because of the 20 million GenAlucards living in poverty, but generally because the poor stayed poor, and the rich just kept getting richer. 

With a limited socialistic capitalistic society, the less fortunate had to buy what was on the market and available to them, whereas the rich were able to acquire the best items that were not available to the general public.

The working poor had to go to poor schools with small budgets. College never seemed to be an option, and people only lived with their families unless they met an eligible bachelor/bride.

College became less affordable to the point that only the rich could afford it. With the government being greedy and the officials not giving a crap about the poor, student loans had become unavailable for the majority of people. That was, either that, or with such high interest rates that the poor could not afford to pay them off until death.

GenAlucards had a similar view of the world to the human low class. Their point of view was much more cynical, and just having food and a nice place to sleep was considered 'rich' to them. The GenAlucards had a burning hatred towards humans. They weren't discriminatory against humans, but were discriminated against by humans.

The GenaAlucards thought that the humans complained too much about their dire circumstances. 'First World Problems' was the silly expression they used to explain their situation.

In Igor's wise opinion, of being an elder to most other GenAlucards, he thought the poor were full of shit, and so were the rich. What a horrible race to have gotten control of us.

What he didn't know was that the humans controlled them because the humans were their creators, their gods. His masters seemed very unintelligent to him.

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"Igor get me my mirror, I left it on the breakfast table again." The Lennox Mother commanded.

"Of course, Mrs." Why she had wanted to look in the mirror so much was beyond Igor. He rarely saw his face. The servants quarters had no mirrors. The only time he could tell what he looked like was when he went to a store with Mistress Maisie. When he saw himself all he felt was indifference.

 What could that being in the mirror be? Was it really him? A demon with crimson red eyes and burning red hair. A demon with a pair of large fangs and a brown tongue. A demon with a white face and white hands. A tall man with wings. To him, his appearance was bizarre because he never saw himself growing up, and all he had was the word of others that he looked nice. He only saw many other GenAlucards who looked completely different than the humans, whom had, normal average attire and their tan skin, normal shaded eyes (green, blue, brown, dark brown), and brown, black, or blonde hair.

Igor walked down to the kitchen and retrieved Lady Lennox's mirror. It was a small little pocket mirror with gold leaves carved into it. It read 'Mirror Mirror, Corp. Est. 1955.' What an old mirror, Igor thought. The date was March 20th of 2174. It was at least 200 years old. Igor wondered if it was a family heirloom. There was no way to find out.

 GenAlucards weren't granted access to the world internet or the Library of America. In fact, library screened people out at the door using a monitor to view the information about identity in chips inside people's necks and wrists. So, Igor was only left to find books where he could. The only places were the bazaar or in Mistress Maisie's library. She let Igor look at her books on the condition that he kept it a secret. Her books were mostly fantasy, but there were political books and economic books that Igor took an interest in.

Igor went up the stairs to Mrs. Lennox's room. Rapp- a tap tap. Igor knocked his knuckle on a big red oak door. Out came Mrs. Lennox wearing blue lingerie. A woman with no taste who wasn't any good at holding back her impulses.

"Here's your mirror Mrs. Lennox." Igor stared at the ceiling as to avoid her gaze and her look. It would have been awkward to see Maisie's mom piratically naked.

"Oh yes, thank you." Mrs. Lennox then slammed the door. Whatever those two were planning on doing in there went over Igor's untainted mind. He had an idea but made a resolve not to think about it.

"Have you seen my wife?" Mr. Lennox came up behind him. Igor jumped. He had startled Igor. Igor's nails popped out kind of like a cats. He tried to hide them. Luckily he was wearing a pair of black gloves.

"I believe she's in your room waiting for you."

"Hmm. Okay," Mr. Lennox opened the door horrified as to what he saw. His wife was even more of a narcissist then he was. She was looking in a five way mirror at her own body.

"Do I look fat, Harry?" Mr.s Lennox said, the most cliché thing a female would. Harry rolled his eyes and almost laughed.

"You know the answer to that is always the same no matter what the real answer is, so I shall give you no pleasure of me answering it." It was times like these Harry felt smarter than your average man.

"I suppose you think you're clever." Mrs. Lennox winked.

"Yes, dear, I do." Mr. Lennox picked up her hand and kissed it. Then he kissed her on the neck.

"Anyways, unfortunately I have to go to work, I just came by to tell you there's no chance I'll be coming home early enough for our midweek session. Goodbye dear." Mr. Lennox walked out, and Igor was still waiting by on the staircase in the case something drastic had happened because he had become suspicious something fishy was going on in the Masters bedroom. 

Igor was feeling a little aroused. His bat wings were tingling and he felt a new kind of sensation he hadn't before.

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"Igor, please come here." Mistress Maisie rang on her caller. He had a little beeper on his black work pants and she could use it to call for him instead of the old way of just ringing a bell. That way he could help everyone else in the house when he wasn't needed by her.

Igor came to Mistress Maisie's rescue. Not that she needed rescuing or anything, but that's what he'd like to think of it as.

"I need you to drive me to my friend's house in the family car."

"Yes." He said.

Maisie hung around a protest group and not a single one of her friends weren't in it. She had become a political activist against the GenAlucard's enslavement, the poor becoming an even bigger population of the United States, and many other political issues. 

Her group, the White Angels, basically became the heroes for the poor, the GenAlucards, and the regular average joe of the United States. What was wrong with their way of doing things was the riots they caused and the people to have fragile mental states. Murder and arson always tended to happen after the preaching of the White Angels' leader Jack Smack. 

He filled their ears with sweet nothings and pleasant thoughts and then turned it around on them with the hatred in his heart, about what was wrong with the country, and how the government wasn't treating its people correctly, about how officials were doing their part to get elected but then were off to fulfill their own political agenda which generally comprised of taking over the world, or getting free stuff from lobbyists.

Igor was one of the only GenAlucards to learn how to fly a hover-car and be safe about it. The regular population of GenAlucards cannot drive and are not permitted to. It all depended on the clearance of the family and their needs. 

Igor took Mistress Maisie over to her friend Genevieve's (Gene for short) house and then was on standby. Igor wondered what she was doing in there. Mistress Maisie was naive about what the White Angel's real motives had been. It was a group to try to take over the government for their own gain. 

The government was on full tilt. It had no favor with the people, and they wanted to overhaul it. Full on anarchy was preferable to it.

After being on standby for two hours, Igor took a book out of his pocket to read. He begun to read 1984 by George Orwell. He found it in a closet buried in Mistress Maisie's room. Why she had it, he didn't know.  Since the date was interesting on the cover (Copyright 1948), and had been so long ago, he had wondered what it could be about. 

He liked to try to learn about history if he ever found stuff to read about it. He had no idea it was about a dystopian government with crazy socialistic views. Which was to him was all too much like his own world.

In the year 2175, Genetic Vampires have become the slaves of humanity. Igor is just trying to live a life of simple servitude, but his master's daughter 'Maisie' has other plans for him.

Prison World is another project of mine, and I just finished writing book 1, so I'll be releasing the first draft on patr3on. When it's been edited, I'll release it on here and RR, chapter by chapter.
Here's a summary:

In the dystopian future, the Earth has become overpopulated. Even with the orbital farms, there's still not enough food to feed the entire population. To combat this, the government adopted a zero-tolerance policy. Commit a crime, no matter how minor, your body shall be exterminated.
 
However, things are not all bad. Instead of just killing criminals, their minds are sent into a virtual world, known only as the Prison World, where, based on your judgment, you might start life anew, or be sent to suffer eternal torment.

Despite knowing the risks, our protagonist gave everything away, just to secure a meal for her little brother.

You can find my patr3on here: https://www.patr3on.com/LucyLynn

If you're interested, pay it a visit.  The book will only be available to $5 patrons, and above. As a $5 patron, you will also get access to two other, first draft books, as well as a bunch of artwork, and a comic.

Min was born in a tribe of Goblins, where she became a hunter due to her great stats. As a hunter, she lived a simple life with her hunting friends, leveling peacefully. But what happens when the Elven Kind discovers a great source of Mithril in their little cave system?

Warning: This fiction will contain great amounts of sex and violence. Goblin society in my story is a carnal one, where everyone has sex with everyone, even there own siblings... maybe parents too, who knows. Min will be subject to gang bangs by her hunting friends from chapter 2 onwards, albeit, willingly. Rape might enter the story in the future and it also might not.

This story takes place in the 25th Century. The world population is 13 billion. Due to overpopulation, the poverty rate is dangerously high. The Age of Invention began in the mid 21st Century when AI* was being improved. Over the course of the next century, robots and androids were introduced. Due to the extreme prices of these robots and androids, only the extremely wealthy could get their hand on them. Due to the declining natural resources, robots and androids became more and more expensive. It was an industrial revolution, part 2. Food shortages became common due to rising global warming and clean water was hard to come by. During the 23rd Century, a new order was created where everyone that was not wealthy got their jobs chosen for them. 
There was the Elite Forces, which were composed of the Army and Military. They protected their respective countries borders. (Genesis's parents were taken by them and her grandmother served her time there too)
The Crop Squad were the farmers and food suppliers of their countries. (Genesis's older brothers were with them)
The Cerbium Team; they were the doctors, teachers, technicians and architects of their countries. Only the very educated had a chance of being part of the Cerbium.
The Labourers, any other jobs that required manual labour were categorised under this title.
Due to the climate changing, many of the countries have somehow drifted closer to each other. All countries have a western influence to them. This story takes place in a dystopian China, but due to strong western influence and technological advancements, most of China's traditions have been forgotten. This happened to nearly all other countries around the world.

* Artificial Intelligence

2187, dystopian New York

168 years have pass and the world is no longer the world we use to know, since the plague happened cities were burned and avoided, famous landmarks were the hotspots of death herself turning cities full of life into sanctuaries of death.

Standing at the center of the Central Park is the cause of it all, grinning as he watch one lone man finish the last of the undead "Bravo!! Bravo!! What a magnificent perfomance, Oh!! such a dramatic turn of event!" the being said full amusement.

He slowly walk towards the lone man as he praise him like he'd seemingly had done such a wonderful job "who would have thought that the first one to consider suicide is the last one to survive! Well! this confirms one thing THE COWARD ALWAYS SURVIVE! ".

The lone man glared at the being with all the hatred he could muster, clenching his fist to the point of bleeding "Damn! You!" the man said with so much spite.

"Oh! Threats! you would do good as one of my collection!" the being smirk "but first! like I had promise I'll grant you two wishes! anything you like (except wishing me dead, reviving someone or returning everything to once it was) but on second thought because I'm too generous you only get one wish!! Hahaha! right! right! I'm so generous hahaha! " the being said with a maddening laughter

"Grr.. " growled the man he then look at the being with maddening eyes "anything right!? anything!? then.." the maddening look vanish instead it was replace by a smirk "THEN I WISH! I WISH TO GO TO A PLACE WHERE YOU OR YOUR INFLUENCE CANNOT REACH ME EVER AGAIN!"

the being laugh so hard he falls over his back and then said "HAHAHAHA! nope! never, I still plan to reset this game and making you the last boss HAHAHAHA! Wish something els-" the being was cut off speaking when a monotonous voice echoed throughout the wold

"World Notice: Congratulations to player 7765945644 -Eric Lawrence, Praetor of the 12th Legion, the betrayed, the outcast, The Coward for winning the GAME. wish will be granted in 3".

"WAIT! WHAT!? WHO'S ON THE CONTROLLER!? WHO'S MESSING WITH MY- DAMN YOU FATHER!!!! DON'T RUIN MY GAME! " Shouted the being with so much hate his distructive aura destroyed the surrounding place as then a protective barrier covered Eric from it.

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"and also TET" said the man with an evil smirk making the being look at him "I planted a gift for you beneath this grave" he said as he quickly push a remote under his sleeve 
"KABOOM Mother Fucker! "

BOOommm!

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then the whole place was Ingulf in fire and then....
nothing, 
everything turn white

finally a few moments the colors returned he was now standing in the middle of a vast ocean with clear sky up above, a beautiful maiden quickly flown down right in front of him.

"Eric Lawrence , welcome to my sanctuary" the maiden said with a dazzling smile

With his wish, he was set free from his hell-like world, now on another world follow Eric on his quest to reclaim normality.. or some of it


sigh.... who am I kidding! his in marvel universe for god sake where is normality in that!


Just to let you know I don't own Marvel

While on Daniel's side, he saw two SUV coming their way. As of now, he is too lazy to deal with them. So, without giving the men from the vehicles any chance to resist he shot PG-7VL ammunition from his RPG in their direction. 
 
In the blink of an eye, the ordinary SUV's were on fire.
 
Arthur looked behind him and shook his head. This man wouldn't spare a second. He thought. He looked back at the cars in front of him that is trying to get back on road. The men inside them started to fire back at him but his eyes and fingers were much faster than them. 
 
While walking towards the two moving cars, he is dodging bullets from it while shooting his guns at them. He only needed five bullets to take down all the men inside the vehicles. Seeing that the vehicles won't stop, Arthur walk runs towards the side to avoid the vehicle from crashing him but unfortunately, it directly crashed into their car. 
 
Daniel looked at the cars behind him that were just inches away from crashing him then cocked his head at Arthur with a look that says, 'You ruined the car.'
 
Arthur looked at him and just shrugged his shoulders.
 
Suddenly a sniper shot three times near Daniel's foot. Arthur raised his gun towards the sniper but before he could take a shot, a drone has already taken down the sniper.
 
"Remind me to treat that drone to a meal later," Daniel said while looking at the drone.
 
They heard a voice coming from their car. "That 'something' is just 500 meters from your location." It was Professor Iris's voice. Arthur and Daniel walk in front of their now slightly crushed car.
 
Arthur saw someone move from inside the SUV at the corner of his eyes and without looking, he shot another bullet at the poor man.
 
"You've got to be kidding me," Daniel said in a low voice. 
 
Arthur cocked his head. "Is that...?" Arthur has seen that kind of armored vehicle before. 
 
It was a military light tactical vehicle that is designed specifically to withstand improvised explosive device (IED) attacks and ambushes. It was said to be impenetrable.
 
"Looks like it... but... what the fuck have they done to it?" Daniel cursed at the sight of the vehicle that is coming closer to them.
 
Although they have seen some them that was transformed into a police vehicle or ambulance, they have never seen anything like that that was transformed like that one in front of them.
 
The armored vehicle's paint was supposed to be tan, but the one in front of them is black. Aside from additional guns, there were also spikes and pipes attached to its body. All that is missing were riders that are topless and have a skull painted on their face and a guitarist hanging like a puppet with its guitar spitting fire then it would look like it literally came from a dystopian action thriller film.
 
Suddenly a gunner on top of it fired at them. Arthur and Daniel run behind their car to shield their body. Their car was supposed to be bulletproof so it was safe for them to hide behind it.
 
"Arthur Brown and Daniel Li." They heard a man speaks on a megaphone coming from that props like vehicle. Of course, the Bloodroot Clan would know about Arthur's Team since they were top agents.
 
"It was really an honor to meet the two of you but we do not have enough time to 'chat'." Just tell us where your heiress is." The man said. His voice has that irritating tone.
 
Arthur and Daniel squatted down behind their car. They looked at each other not interested in answering the irritating man's question. Arthur looked at his Glocks. 
 
"You're small firearm won't work. That vehicle belongs to a category that is protected against small arms, landmines, and IEDs." Daniel said when he noticed Arthur looking at his guns.
 
"Do you think that would work?" Arthur asked then looked at the RPG.
 
"That depends." 
 
Then three drones hover on top of them. They looked at each other with the same thoughts in mind. They stared at the drones. 
 
Back at the control room at the Robin Hood Society, Troy who is in control of the drones stared back at Arthur and Daniel. He cocked his head then after a couple of seconds he said, "I got it." 
 
Then the drones fired at the armored vehicle creating distractions. At that instant, Arthur also shot the gunner on top of the armored vehicle and once the gunner was down, he tried and take down the machine gun on top of it. Daniel runs towards the rear end of the SUV that crashed their car and hid his body. Holding his RPG that is loaded with PG-7VL HEAT he successfully targetted the rear end of the armored vehicle which is the part that is bare of armor.
 
It caused an explosion that made the armored vehicle tilt on the side.

At the age of 10, J's parents died in an ambush leaving her in the care of her grandfather who years later sent her away along with her best friend to hide her and her identity from those who would try to kill her after her parents.

20 years past, a lot of things had already happened. Her dearest grandfather died, she came back to Lotus City, and was secretly married!

She was married off by her grandfather to his best friend's grandson before he died and she was oblivious about it.

Do this secret marriage has to do with her secret identity?

NOTE:
I know I am not that good of a writer but I do enjoy it. So please understand if there were errors in my works. Suggestions and comments are very welcome.

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