The boy standing in front of Quinn was quite short. His height only reached to about Quinn’s chest, and he had dark green coloured hair that had a middle parting going down both sides. But what was most noticeable about him was the enormous black bags he had under his eyes.
But hearing the words come out of Logan’s mouth took a while for Quinn to process. He looked around to see if there was anyone else around the two of them. But the few users who were using pods were either still inside or several rows away.
"So how did you do it, huh?" Logan asked. He immediately walked past and shoved Quinn to the side and started inspecting the Pod he was just using.
He placed his hand on top of the machine and closed his eyes.
"Doesn’t look like any modifications have been made to the pod. Then how?" Logan mumbled.
Then when looking at Quinn, he spotted that his watch had the number one displayed.
"What, that’s impossible though, you used such powerful skills in the game, you should at least be a level five. I could have sworn you were an Original?"
In return, Quinn looked at his watch and saw the number eight on it. The highest level the watch was able to display. At that moment, just looking at the number struck fear into his heart, and he froze.
’Should I make a run for it? If I do, will he attack me right here and now. I had so much trouble with the level four in the game there’s no way I can go against a level 8 right now. And he might be even higher than that.’ Quinn thought.
Although the watches displayed up to a power level of 8, there were actually people considered stronger than that. The system was based only on the abilities the military could get a hold of. Meaning the highest power level, they were able to hand out was that of eight.
But even within their own ranks and between other originals some powers went beyond. So, by default, if a user mutant cells were beyond, it would display eight.
"You’re not thinking of running, are you? Because I haven’t finished questioning you. I need to know how, how did you manage to break my game!" Logan shouted as he started to go off into a rant. "I could understand if you hacked into the system but this, this, this. I just don’t understand. I need to understand." Logan started getting closer to Quinn as he rambled like a mad man.
’Why do I seem to attract the strangest people.’ Quinn thought.
"If you don’t want to answer me here, then you can go with me to my dorm room. There’s plenty of time, and nobody will be able to see us." As Logan touched Quinn’s hand to pull him over something strange had happened.
[Ability detected]
[Alterations to the system are trying to be made]
[Alterations have been blocked]
But the strangest thing was, Quinn wasn’t the only one who was seeing these messages, Logan was too.
He animatedly let go and touched his hand as if he had been scratched by something.
"You, are you a...."
This was it. Before Quinn could do anything, his cover had been blown. Maybe Layla and Vorden understood, but there was no way a stranger would understand. Would he have to fight to the death to keep his identity a secret? Or would he use his shadow cloak skill to hide and run away?
Maybe he could run to one of the portals and live his life on another planet.
"Are you a robot?!" Logan shouted.
"Huh?" Quinn replied, confused.
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