Humans used to play Mobile Legends through the screen. It is now 4050 and it is no longer a game but a sport. Players are handpicked to enter the arenas as they strive to work as a team to destroy turrets and bring their team to victory.
Neo Cultur...
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Jeno's mother's mansion, Russia
Located in a big mansion on top of a mountain in Russia, the last royal female of the Drax species sat in her throne chair. Her surroundings were kept the same, candles that flickered on the mansion walls, the brown torn wallpaper.
The older she got, the more sentimental she had become. She had multiple sons. Many of them, really. Jeno was the only one she knew that assimilated into the human society.
Jeno and...
He had the most beautiful smile.
Queen Julya's big frame and long fingers shifted in her throne seat when she called out for her servant, an alien with two legs but a face with tentacles. It was another one of those days where she would think of Jeno, wondering what she could do to get him to talk to him when—
"Queen! Queen! The device is shaking!" Octo, her servant said, running over with one of his tentacles holding a buzzing phone and another holding a broom. "The device is shaking!"
Queen Julya cracked open an eye.
Device?
Did Octo mean phone?
"Jeno is calling!" Octor said in a half whisper, the Queen rising to a full height of 190 cm before stepping down. "Your son is calling."
It didn't take long for Queen Julya to answer the phone and listen to Jeno's lack of hesitation to ask for help.
"Mother," Jeno voiced and Queen Julya's hand reached up to pat the left side of her chest.
Mother. Such an endearing term despite the coldness in his voice.
The phone call was short-lived but it left Queen Julya whipping her head around with a string of demands to her servants. Bags packed; the spaceship ready for her to travel out of Russia to Korea.
"Octo!" She called out, Octo stumbling back and forth, trying not to get trampled by all the other servants that are doing their job. "I hear the Battle of Peril Council has done something to my son's unliking."
"Y-yes, ma'am."
"Tell me, who is the one who stands on top in that silly Council?" she asked. "Who do I have to speak to? I need to get to my son's good graces. Oh, Jeno."
She dramatically reached up to wipe her forehead that had not a drop of sweat.
"Give me a name."
Her demand was said so gracefully but poisoned with threat, Octo shivered. He whispered one name back to her, the name of the oh-so-famous master of the council and she hissed.
"Lee Sooman," she flickered her eyes over to Octo. "Come. Let us see my son."
I'm losing my touch. The next update will be the final update (Most likely will finish it in two days) and I can finally close this story (despite how crazy and stupid my ideas are).
