From Human to Skeleton: Revived with Infinite System Crystals

Ty scoffed, his expression one of amused disdain. "I always watch my back. And calling me 'Demon'—it's getting old, don't you think?" His voice was smooth, unfazed by the guard's threat, carrying a cool, taunting note.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The guard's jaw tightened, his earlier bravado faltering under Ty's composed demeanor. He took a step back, the strain of maintaining his authority evident in his rigid posture. "Just keep walking, Hockenson. That's all you need to worry about right now."

Turning away with an arrogant flick of his wrist, Ty resumed his walk towards the staircase, his steps measured and deliberate. Over his shoulder, he threw a final quip, "Remember, it's your job to watch my back too."

Behind him, the guard stood motionless, the flush of anger slowly receding from his face. As Ty's figure diminished in the distance, a sense of begrudging respect mixed with unresolved tension lingered in the air. The confrontation had ended, but the undercurrent of rivalry remained, a silent acknowledgment that their paths might cross again under less restrained circumstances.

Ty chuckled softly, turning away with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I always do. And it never seems to be over, does it?" He began walking toward a massive staircase, his steps confident and unhurried.

As he ascended, Ty mused internally, I guess in a sense I am a bit untouchable. Not that I think they could really hurt me much. I sometimes forget just how strong I am. He let out a soft sigh, the thrill of the challenge mixing with a twinge of solitude that often accompanied his strength.

Behind him, the guard watched Ty's retreating figure, his anger simmering down into a reluctant respect. After a moment, he turned and walked away, leaving Ty to his thoughts and the climb ahead. The confrontation was over, at least for now, and Ty was left alone with the echoing cheers and the weight of his own capabilities.

Looking upward as he climbed the staircase, Ty pondered the enormity of the crowd. What's the point of this massive crowd? Do they have no sense, or do they not care about the risk of terrorist attacks? His thoughts darkened as he considered the possible ignorance or apathy that filled the stands.

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Ty paused at the base of the grand staircase, his thoughts swirling with strategic considerations. These rebel groups—what's their true intention? And what if they aren't the adversaries they're made out to be? He shook his head slightly, clearing the distractions. Focus, Ty. You need to locate that structure.

It's likely not hidden at the bottom of the ocean when things escalate.

He mulled over the worst-case scenario. Play it cool, survive the game, and just get back to Nanako and Todd... My finger, still stuck in the ground? This isn't even the skeletal body I once had.

His internal dialogue was suddenly shattered as Blue, a whirlwind of energy, collided into his face, her arms wrapped tight. "TYYYY I MISSED YoUUUu!!"

Startled yet managing a smile, Ty disentangled himself. "Blue, what are you doing here? And where's JJ? I expected her to be bombarding us with questions."

Blue's eyes sparkled with excitement. "She wanted to come but got caught up in some groundbreaking research!"

Intrigued, Ty raised an eyebrow. "Really? Can it wait?" He was trying to maintain focus, but his curiosity was piqued.

With a dramatic flourish, Blue grabbed Ty's face, her fingers pressing urgently. "NO!! It can't wait, you dummy—this is big, really big!"

Ty glanced up, irritation flickering across his features as he noticed camera drones beginning to circle above. "Okay, stop shouting," he hissed, keeping his voice low. "Just whisper it to me." Experience new stories on empire

Blue, quick and agile, scrambled up onto Ty's shoulder, her voice a secretive murmur. "She found your skeleton body!!"

Ty's eyes widened in astonishment. "What?! How, when, and is she in any trouble?"

"It's a bit complicated," Blue whispered, her tone cautious as she glanced around to ensure their conversation remained private. "I recognized it was your skeleton because of the distinct black bones and everything. You were in a crypt. I believe she mentioned something about trespassing, but she should be fine."

She leaned closer, her voice barely audible over the hum of the drones. "She wanted to let you know that this body is actually one of the Demon Tribe on this planet. She's trying to figure out how you're able to maintain the skin. I also told her about your problem with burning flesh…"

Ty nodded, his hand automatically running through his hair as he tried to process the unexpected news. "Where is she right now?" he asked, his gaze shifting as he noticed the rest of his team gradually making their way toward him.

"She's at the viewing area," Blue responded, her voice a blend of excitement and urgency. "They have this amazing setup—a giant screen surrounded by all these other tiny screens. I believe we are still planning our recon, trying to figure out what the King is up to after the first arena finishes."

"I see. Well, stay safe," Ty said, his voice firm with a hint of concern. "And do me an extra favor, keep an eye on Lt. Daemon. He's planning to meet the murderer face to face at some point. I don't know, I just have a bad feeling about it, so keep an eye on him."

Blue nodded, her eyes reflecting understanding and determination. She then soared upward, her blue aura trailing behind, gradually fading into the sky. Just then, Kern approached, clapping a hand on Ty's shoulder with a playful smirk. "What you staring at the sky for, Demon? Praying to the titanis goddess or what?"

Ty's hand unconsciously went to his stomach, fingers brushing the coarse texture of a scar hidden beneath his clothing. This is my scar, right? he pondered briefly before snapping back to the present. Noticing a waving hand in his direction