'I can't still believe the type of body the gods created..one that becomes a million times stronger when killed and a thousand times stronger when in slumber.. even I must say this body is supreme to my abilities all together..'
'i don't know if I should thank the monarchs who betrayed me or the sacrifice I made..I guess every good as it's rewards..'
Just as jack spoke to himself softly as he was walking in the streets with his hands tuck in and his head bowed down on his hoodie..just as he finished his statement did he feel someone push me into the alley way ..a thug pointed his knife at him asking for his wallet or anything that contains money..
'give me your wallet now.. c'mon be fast kid..
All jack Moore did was scoff and brush the hand off his shoulder while walking away as he spoke..
'such a mistake..out of everyone you picked me..just go home man.'
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