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Game Of The Gods Interlude: Isabelle
🕑 Added 2025-03-10 03:19:55 +0000 UTCIsabelle Smith
Bloody cameras. I curse to myself as I look at the footage from when Connor’s men had surrounded me. Of course I had defended myself, but these days, London had cameras everywhere.
I’m lucky I had my hood up. My face in that video would’ve attracted attention from all kinds of nasty buggers.
Just to be safe, I’d thrown away the hoodie that I’d worn on that day. It was limited addition too. Connor’s men will pay double for that.
I let out a soft sigh. He should’ve just let me go, we would both be happier that way. But no, Connor O’Neil always gets what he wants, and he wants me bad.
My hand tightens around my phone, my attention no longer on the video.
The bloody bastard.
This time, he’s not getting what he wants. I’m a Beta Tester now. I have power, and I’m not at his mercy.
A cracking sound comes from my phone. I look down in surprise and curse. I let out a small whimper at my cracked screen. I just bought it too.
It’s the one downside of always having a small buff active. I’ve really got to watch my strength.
I stand up from my chair in a cheery little pub called Danny’s. Or at least, cheery for me. I don’t think Connor’s friends find it very cheery, not any more.
I step over the body of Larry nonchalantly. He’d given me the most trouble out of the group. He’d actually been carrying a gun, fancy that. I’m lucky he missed his first shot, or this whole revenge business would’ve been over before it started.
I glance over to the waitress and the barkeep, both of whom are fast asleep. I didn’t want them to see my face, so I went through the trouble of fixing up a sleep spell. It was that or kill them. Killing them would’ve been such a waste, plus, I think the waitress looks cute.
I pull out my sword and activate my buffs as I look down at another body. Andrei Kuznetsov, a Russian man who works very closely with Connor O’Niel. I stick out my tongue as I focus on carving a message into his chest with the tip of my sword.
I’m thinking loving thoughts, Connor. -I.S.
Too much? No, it sounds just creepy enough. I think it sends my message wonderfully.
I put my sword back into my inventory. I’m curious how he’ll respond.
This is going to be fun.
I glance at the blue window which had been begging for my attention.
<Blue Window>
Apophis has gifted you the class: Revolutionary
<Blue Window>
<Blue Window>
Class Gained: Revolutionary
You have risen from the chains of a slave.
You fight against your former oppressors
You are a Revolutionary
Abilities Gained:
Break Bonds
Fight For Freedom
Path Of War
+5% Physicality
+5% Brilliance
Break Bonds: No one can chain your mind, +90% resistance to mental attacks.
Fight For Freedom: Each time you kill someone that you deem an “oppressor” you gain a .01 up to .1% increase to both physicality and Brilliance
Path Of War: You have chosen the path of war for your freedom, while activated, you cannot fall below 1 health (Chi Required 100/s)
<Blue Window>
I smile at the message. I may think that Apophis is a rather disgusting snake, but he certainly treats me well. I’m curious to see how this affects my status.
<Blue Window>
General Info: Isabelle Smith
Age:22
Lvl: 3
Class: Revolutionary
Mana: N/A
Chakra: 240
Sponsor: Apophis
Titles: Beta Tester, Enslaved With Broken Chains, Revenge Seeker, Watched By The Gods, Chosen Of Apophis
Special conditions: Mentally Damaged
Physical Condition: Healthy
Physicality: Olympic 12%
Brilliance: Genius 88%
Equipment: Saber (unique)
<Blue Window>
Perfect. Run run as fast you can, I’ll still catch you, gingerbread man.
Wow, my thoughts have been getting creepier and creepier lately.
