Bionicle 75

By FLORA MARTINEZ

Crossing the Land of Light, Ega acquires the mood wave system.

As long as people's blood pressure spikes, you can get attribute rewards and treasure chests, the more exaggerated the spike, the richer the reward!

Then, a "justice" warrior appears.

The painting style in the Land of Light is starting to go wrong...

Ace: Oi!

• Language: English
• Publisher: FLORA MARTINEZ
• Release date: Aug 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9781088246054

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Chapter 1

The first moment William Valencia opened his eyes, he felt his brain ache like it had been at a wild alcoholic party the night before.

Where am I? His dazed state only allowed him to squint and lean against the cold wall, his dull pupils gazing at the room below him.

A small room of about thirty square meters, it was a place he had no impression of. Seeing such a strange sight in a weak state, he immediately scrambled to his feet in alarm.

I wasn't kidnapped by bad people, was I? Such incidents are not uncommon in today's unstable society, but William Valencia, whose family is poor, could not think of a reason to be kidnapped.

Ah did not allow him to think a few minutes, he was surprised to find that there was a person lying on the ground

The man was lying face down, dressed in black, his skull cracked open like a piece of wood covered in red paint, and the dried blood that spread around his body turned all the bare parts of his body black and purple.

There was no doubt that the man had been dead, and dead for a long time.

William Valencia leaned against the wall, his panicked eyes fixed on the dead man at his feet, breathing fast and fast. You know, he'd never seen a dead man, let alone one so bad.

!! Smelling the strange smell of putracity, small fly suddenly covered his mouth, his stomach a churning, one breath vomited out to vomit but the more vomited the more disgusting, looking at his vomited things, and then think of those bloody pictures, he had to hold the wall to continue to spit After all this, William Valencia's body was weak enough when he woke up, and now it is too weak to walk.

Clutching his stomach and looking at the green water, William Valencia suspected he had vomited his guts.

What's going on here? He mysteriously appeared in this place, but also inexplicably appeared a dead man, if the police caught him now, then he would jump into the Yellow River to wash ah.

I've got to get out of here right now, probably because of the blood and vomiting, William Valencia felt his previously groggy head clear.

William Valencia was no fool, and things around him always gave him a sense of extreme danger.

Suddenly, William Valencia's eyes rested on the body of a dead man with a black pistol by his side

9mm caliber Type 92 guard pistol, 190 mm in length, 0.76 kg in weight, effective range of 50 meters, muzzle velocity of 350 meters per second, magazine capacity of 15 rounds, power level 4, durability level 5. It's a Class b pistol. Looking at the dead man's Type 92 handgun, William Valencia automatically came up with a lot of statistics and even gave the gun a rating What's going on here? A Class b pistol? Analyzing the gun statistics that popped up in his head, much like checking the attributes of equipment in a game, William Valencia was shocked.

The gun seemed to attract him, Xiao Fei actually crouched down, picked it up, wiped it clean.

Looking at the weapon in the hand, looking at the open muzzle, the streamlined body of the gun, holding the comfortable and steady handshake. William Valencia's heart is dirty with a long-lost sense of familiarity.

Suddenly, William Valencia automatically checked the safety and magazine and reloaded. The action was so fast that it was finished before William Valencia knew it Between drops, fast and not slack

William Valencia was shocked. As far as he could remember, he had never had any firearms training. As an ordinary high school student, he only came into contact with guns in the game, and he has never touched a real gun, let alone know how to control it It took just one second to complete the gun inspection, which reminded William Valencia of the same actions of special forces and mercenaries in movies.

I'm even faster than those people, said William Valencia, with a strange thrill.

For a long time, he shook his head subconsciously.

I can't believe what's happening, but being so proficient with guns is a good thing for him to be in a dangerous and unknown place.

With this pistol in his hand, William Valencia felt as if he had a long lost companion at his side. This feeling of reliability gave William Valencia a strange sense of security. He even had a strong sense of confidence that within a 50-meter range of the Type 92, he could hit any target, moving or stationary.

Holding his pistol and surveying the empty room in front of him, William Valencia was not thinking of going out first, but of looking for something useful, even a hint of information. Although his intention was to escape from this hellhole, it was clear that he could not not even know where he was.

Looking at the black-clad body at his feet, William Valencia was afraid to touch it for fear that the dead man would suddenly jump up and frighten him, although there might be some information on the body. After all, in this strange atmosphere, William Valencia feels that anything can happen.

Soon, eagle-eyed William Valencia spotted a mirror in the corner of the room and went straight to it.

Suddenly he froze, his eyes full of wonder, and stared at the mirror in front of him.

In the mirror, his face was stained with blood, his hair was long like a human bear, and his clothes were stained with blood, just like a murder fugitive.

What's more, the reflection in the mirror turned out to be someone else

The man was about the same height and weight as his old self, but his face was completely different

What's the matter? What's going on here?? Looking into his strange face, he had learned a terrible truth

He couldn't imagine what had happened to him in this hellhole and how long he had been there. How long does it take for your hair to grow so long

Why do I have no memory holding his head full of messy dry hair, he has been crazy regardless of the pain, he yanked off a handful of hair, he does not believe this is true but looking at the mirror in distress, eyes full of blood himself, touching this strange face, he has not the heart to destroy himself.

The pain, the grief, everything told him that this was the reality, that he had to accept it, and this reality was cruel

Looking unfamiliar and familiar, William Valencia turned on the tap, washed his face and looked up

Sure enough, my face changed.

It was a cold, determined face, not handsome, but with a manly charm. And looking at the face that many men might dream of, William Valencia's heart was shattered. He suddenly remembered the past, and when he lost the self he knew, everything came back to him.

William Valencia was seven or eight years old when his father died in a car accident. He was raised by his mother alone, and now he is 17. During this period, his mother supported the family and provided for him to go to school, eat and wear clothes. I do not know how much hardship I have paid, but I never know how hard I have to pay. I ended up getting into a third-rate high school. Had it not been for my mother's strong opposition, I would have been unable to go to school.

He clearly remembered that just before he woke up, he was still in the Internet cafe with his friends all night, and his mother still naively hoped that he could be admitted to a good university.

Will Mom recognize me when I'm like this? Will she tolerate me?" Valencia seems to have grown up a lot in an instant. He thinks of his mother's face, older than other women her age, and how she used to pick out things she bought for him, but he didn't think they were cheap.

Most people are not grateful to be alive.

I'm not a thing, Mom, I'm sorry, William Valencia's tears streamed down his face.

From this moment on, he knew. No matter what happened to me during this time, whether it was conspiracy or providence. He had to get back alive, running home not only for his own life, but more importantly for his worried mother. I don't know how my mother lived during her absence.

I'm the only son she has. I'm all she has. William Valencia knows that.

I've got to get out there and figure it all out. Determined, gun in hand, at this moment William Valencia felt as if he had unlimited strength and spirit.

He walked gently to the door of the room, put his ear to the door, and listened carefully. Although he had to escape immediately, but thinking of the dead man in black, in the moment of examining the bullets just now, William Valencia clearly found that there were only seven bullets left in the original 15-round magazine of the gun, so it can be determined that the man fired a total of eight shots before death. This is a dangerous place, if the slightest mistake, the gun in your hand will not save you.

To be sure there was no danger, Xiao Fei gently pushed open the door, which was a corridor with black walls and red carpet, and the scattered rooms next to it were all sealed by brown-red doors, almost like an underground interrogation room in a movie. I can't tell you how weird it is.

After careful observation by William Valencia, this corridor has a total of three passageways, of which the right one at the end of the green sign exit, even if the English teacher died early William Valencia did not pass the English, also know that it is a safe exit.

Great. Without thinking much, William Valencia walked over. Ah, he said.

Suddenly, in a room next to the corridor, there was a sound like a man moaning. William Valencia stopped and listened

Yes, this is a human voice.

William Valencia was overjoyed that he had finally met a living person in this terrible place. When he woke up today, he saw a dead person. William Valencia thought there were no survivors in this place. William Valencia suppressed his excitement and was about to open the door.

Suddenly, his outstretched hand came back.

Listen to the groans of the room as if they were sick. The voice was a human being, yes, but the sound this person was making was bizarre, like that of a dying patient.

Is he dying? William Valencia had a second thought, a second thought. If you save a guy who is dying, won't he become a burden to yourself? Run for your life with a dying man, your chances of getting out are slim.

Besides, the people in this place, I don't know whether they are good or bad, maybe they are my enemies.

Given what he had found, William Valencia's hopes of getting into the house were gone.

I'm sorry, don't blame me. William Valencia silently turned to leave, but his feet were very heavy

HMMM. The gasps in the room rang out again, like cries of pain. It seems that this man does not have much time to live.

Mahle x William Valencia suddenly turned to face the door. I have a gun, afraid of a bird ah, he opened the door, raised the gun and walked into the house.

Erm, he said. William Valencia followed the gasps straight to the dying man. He was sitting in a chair opposite the door, his black clothes stained with blood, bent over and slowly shaking his head.

In the dark room, with his low breathing, everything seemed so strange.

William Valencia, not daring to move, slowly moved closer to him. The gun was subconsciously aimed at the strange man in front of him.

Are you okay, buddy? Don't scare me," said William Valencia cautiously, gulping.

Uh, HMM. Suddenly, the man seems to hear William Valencia's voice, facing William Valencia, he slowly raises his head.

Ah! cried William Valencia hysterically

This guy he only has half a face

Most of his face looks like it's been scraped off by something and all that's left is the creeping blood and the scattered scarlet flesh tuan a little bit of white bone exposed, half broken and his eyes rolling very fast Well, he suddenly moved his hand and stretched it out toward Fei. His scarlet eyes were staring at William Valencia, and he was struggling to get up. But what looked like a badly injured body made his movements seem extremely clumsy. Ah! he gasped in pain, and uttered a rapid, desperate cry that made one shudder.

He stared at William Valencia and struggled as if he saw hope, trying to get up with his broken body.

William Valencia's hair was all over him as he looked at the horror of the man. He regretted entering the room and now he doesn't know what to do.

Just a moment ago, he had thought that maybe this man could tell him something, find out what was happening to him, and get out.

In this case, perhaps this man has no tongue, and what can he expect to learn from his mouth?

Save him? William Valencia wasn't even sure if it was a man or a half-dead monster.

But, you know, maybe he can save his life and maybe he can take himself out and tell himself what's really going on here

This is a real human being, after all

William Valencia, with a good heart, made this crazy decision. He raised his gun and slowly approached the man with most of his face broken, carefully