Chapter 23: Unfortunate Seperation
It was a long day, and Lucien was finally heading back home, clutching several shopping bags. Not only had his amazing sister lent him one million dollars, but she had also dragged him shopping, buying him new clothes and a brand new phone after she heard he sold his own.
She was really sweet, insisting that he take these things.
During the entire taxi ride, all Lucien thought about was how incredible the game was going to be. He planned to hunt for rare items and level up more so he could fuse with things and get stronger. He might not increase his levels much, but Lucien believed he could gain stat boosts from fusing too.
That would make up for a lot. And he had the Sword of the Forsaken. He wasn’t supposed to wield it since it was a level 100 item, but who cared? All he knew was that he could for now.
The taxi stopped in front of Halo’s house, and Lucien stepped out, handing the driver a few bucks. The man wanted to give him change, but Lucien waved it off, grabbed his bags, and entered the villa.
He walked happily through the garden path that led to the parking area where the wave-like roof curved overhead.
As Lucien neared the parking lot, he slowed down. His smile faded.
Something was wrong. He could hear the crash of things being smashed, glass breaking, destruction echoing from inside.
The bags slipped from his hands, hitting the ground with soft thuds. His heart hammered against his ribs as he prayed Halo was safe.
He sprinted toward the glass door, which hung wide open. Stepping into the living room, Lucien froze, his body shaking.
His eyes swept across the room—everything lay in ruins. Smashed furniture, shattered glass, the expensive chairs reduced to splinters. The floating glass table was now a glittering carpet of shards across the floor. The wine shelf hung broken, bottles bleeding their contents onto the tiles.