As a child, Arnold used to wake up in the night and wish for the sun to rise. The darkness used to worry him. He was scared of demons and monsters, but his imagination fueled his fear even more by conjuring many beasts with beastly jaws which, apparently, lurked beyond the range of his vision. Waiting for him to slip up and strike him down.
But now he embraced it. The darkness was an ally of him as the night provided cover from the flesh and blood monsters of the day, humans and monsters alike. Even on the most moonlit of nights, he was used to seeking shadows to blend in with. Staying clear of those pools of yellow light that flow from the street-lamps. The wastelands didn't have the neon and white lights that used to flood from the bars and restaurants. It was weird but he felt at ease while he was in the wastelands. In here he only needed to worry about monsters, and not the ones hiding within human skin.
The only reason for him to venture out at night was to gather his thoughts and... to calm down his little dragon after the 'prank' Natasha pulled off on him.
He was strolling around the base. There was still a couple of hours for the sun to rise again. In the meantime, the moon was enjoying the glory to bathe the land in its bright and calming light. The moonlight spilt onto his chest and shoulders.
As much as Arnold loved the darkness, he didn't want to be consumed by it. Hence the moonlight was special to him. If someone were to ask him about he felt about the night and the moonlight, he would describe the moonlight as his only companion in the night's darkness. The soft shimmering glow of the moon held a special purpose, it gave him a direction in what would otherwise be a maze of impenetrable darkness.
His footsteps echoed sharply around the deserted base, apart from his summons, no human could be seen around. He was calm and collected, but his heartbeat sounded awkwardly loud in his own ears, like the booming heartbeat of a condemned prisoner.
'Should I start running, instead of walking? It might take a while before Nina woke up so, I'd be able to pass my time while keeping myself fit.'
Arnold thought about it for a while and then decided to do it anyway since this had been his plan early on. Without any intention of not complying with his thoughts, he suddenly zoomed past a couple of automatons who were patrolling around the base, leaving them covered in a trail of dust.
As he ran, his feet kissing the land. Perhaps a few years ago, he would have laughed at the idea of running so far and fast, and now all he could do was to cherish the prospect of doing so. His agility wasn't over the roof like a few individuals, still, it was more than enough to make him feel like he was flying out of in air rather than running on the ground. His feet were made to travel at speed and as light as the paws of a lion. Yet it wasn't enough.
He was about to use [Rapid Flash] to increase his speed even more. But before he could, a notification popped up in front of him.
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You have 159 unallocated attribute points to use.
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He went from the speed of a raging Lamborghini to that of a Bullock cart within a fraction of a second.
"I can't believe I forgot about this." He said, shaking his head, "The confrontation with Nicole screwed up my memory. Haha."
His smile wasn't genuine but he could've fooled anyone around him. Even himself. The sad part was, he knew he was trying to fool himself. He shook his head one last time before opening his status plate.
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NAME : Arnold Ling
TITLE : [Crouching figure], [Extraordinary figure], [Perfectionist], [Master Tamer], [Killer Of The Masses]
LEVEL :
RANK :
(Finish the ascension question to unlock your new level and rank)
SPECIAL SKILL : [DEVIL'S RAGE]
CLASS :
SUBCLASS :
• (lvl 10)
EXP : --/--
[QUICK SHOT] (lvl : 15)
[EXPLOSIVE SHOT] (lvl : 15)
[LUCKY SHOT] (lvl : 15)
[CRITICAL SHOT] (lvl : 15)
• (lvl 10)
EXP :--/--
[QUICK ASSEMBLY] (lvl :15)
[EFFICIENT RECYCLING] (lvl : 15)
[NOVICE PROGRAMMER] (lvl : 15)
[QUICK DISMANTLING] (lvl : 15)
• (lvl 30)
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