EVERNA Arcel Raine's
Dean Vizier

The Recreation, Entertainment and Cultural District of Centronia, better known as District Six, is one of the most glamorous, deceptive and cruelest districts.

How not, the outside view and view of this district seem sparkling. Colorful light illumination of buildings that are each shaped as uniquely as possible and thematically, respectively, also the frenetic world that was just felt when night came to make District Six become a beautiful woman who is sensual, full of charm.

However, behind it all there is moral depravity, lack of faith, manipulation, veiled crime, abuse and others.

For the sake of a speck of entertainment and pleasure, for the sake of forgetting and running away from stress and all the stress in work and life, or just simply enjoying life and making a living, people, people, both men and women willingly blasphemed, sold pride, risked honor even willingly drained his property in District Six.

District Six is filled with rich people's treasure-draining casinos, nightclubs, music concert halls or stage plays or stand up comedies. There are even the most dilapidated places such as gay clubs, striptease clubs, brothels sheathed night clubs and so on.

Arcel Raine and Chloe Hewitt arrive in front of one of District Six's most famous nightclubs, Headbangers’ Club. The shape of the building seems futuristic, with a row of rays from LED lights propagate here and there regularly, forming beautiful formations that must have been arranged with the previous computer.

“Well, I'll wait out here,” Chloe said. “You be careful in there. We won't know when there's a shot or stab that's hovering.”

“Yes, I will remember that,” Arcel said as he blinked one eye. “Thank you for driving me here and all your messages, including how to open information and pictures of this thing.” Arcel brandished his smartphone once more, then slipped it in a bag behind his vest.

Arcel gently touched the base of Chloe's arm and spoke again, “Be careful and take good care of yourself, yes.” Then turn around and step into the entrance. He had seen the girl's sweet face flushed red, perhaps because of the attention of Arcel.

At the entrance, Arcel was confronted by a burly woman. Turns out he was a doorman or bouncer. “Show me your identity card, man,” he said in a fierce tone.

Because Chloe had already taught him, without awkward Arcel showed the card in his wallet to the bouncer.

“Ah, an agent apparently,” says the bouncer. “You're here for duty or pleasure?”

“I'm on duty, Jane,” said Arcel who had seen the sign embedded in the dress of the burly woman like a wrestler with a gentle smile. “But just looking at your face I've got the pleasure I'm looking for.”

“Contact seduction” Arcel hit hard. The bouncer's cheeks blushed red like Chloe had. Then he opened a roadblock and let Arcel in. “Happy duty, Agent,” said.

Arcel entered and just heaved a sigh of relief inside the building. Actually, his words were quite sincere because Jane's face was quite beautiful, and Arcel was happy to see the soft side in the woman who seemed to live the hard life.

Without thinking about the bouncer, Arcel walked down the main hallway to the main room Headbangers’ Club.

The sound of loud, fast rhythmic and jerking music played by a disc jockey aka DJ seems to stimulate, spur the heart and as if dragging his legs to immediately float. But since Arcel only understood the dances of the Late Magic Age, he just nodded and swayed a little to the beat.

Not only music, Arcel's attention immediately turned to people passing by and standing along the corridor. All those visitors, especially the beautiful women wear clothes that are thin, beautiful, colorful, luxurious or even minimal. Some of them did things that were inappropriate for each other, but Arcel was just being mediocre.

Seeing the women alone was tempting the faith, especially if Arcel served when there were one or two women spread their palms, caressing the body of the handsome agent anywhere they could reach.

Entering the dance hall, Arcel was unceasingly stunned to see a scene he had never seen in his native time. The loud music snapped as if moving more than a hundred people on the dance floor was like a thread moving a puppet to sway, dancing dynamically.

Almost all the women visitors to the club dance in a way to contort the body and hips very sensually, move as freely and as smoothly as possible, expressing themselves freely and fully.

Not only that, everyone on the dance floor seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere, continuing to dance tirelessly. Perhaps they would have to consume a certain kind of substance in order to continue dancing for hours without much pause, exceeding the normal capabilities of ordinary humans. But Arcel has no idea and will never be interested in finding out more.

Recalling his duties, Arcel continued to walk through the crowd of dancers on the dance floor. He looked left and right, hoping to find the man he was looking for.

It just so happened that there were no long blond men among the swaying crowd. After all, according to the data that Arcel read, Dean Vizier almost always appears wearing a t-shirt or sleeveless singlet T-shirt. So, he continued to break through the crowd until he arrived near the bar.

Suddenly a large busted woman and her thick red lipstick-hued lips appeared right in front of Arcel. Arcel stopped stepping suddenly, almost bumping into the woman.

“Wah, no need to rush, sweet man,” said the woman. “Let's accompany me for a drink, or do you want to jump straight on?”

Encouraged by his unfriendly disposition, Arcel only snorted angrily and spun a little to get past the seductress' beautiful woman.

“Wah, rough! Please appreciate it when women are talking..” The woman turned and clasped her chest against Arcel's back.

Suddenly, Arcel also turned around and gripped the woman's arm. “Don't try to pick me up!” the hardic.

The woman was screaming out loud, “T-please! Help u! This guy wants to harass me!”

“Cih!” Puffing in annoyance, Arcel pushed the seductress away rather rudely, then put the horses on standby.

“Hey, man! How dare you harass Lita!” shouted one of the besiegers while putting his body in front of Lita.

The second thug also rebuked, “Come friends, we give the boy a lesson! Attack her!”

Almost in unison, the six thugs advanced towards Arcel. Instead, two of them were wearing fist-protective steel bracelets. Three more use the folded dagger that was flicked first to open the fold, like a cat raises pointy nails from its claws.

Because his inner strength had recovered by more than half, Arcel was more confident. He easily avoided stabbing two people, then retorted to the feet of one thug until it fell. But the enemy made a surging attack, one dagger folding grazed his arm.

That little wound didn't make Arcel shrink. Once he broke down, he dropped three more thugs without exerting any skill and only with a little energy in it.

The two thugs who saw the action were frightened and turned to flee. But they were knocked over by two hands that stuck out like a portal cross.

Arcel gasped, the one who knocked out the two thugs at once turned out to be the long blonde-haired man he was looking for. The air and the air the blonde was emitting clearly showed that he was not an ordinary person, a thug or a bouncer. The man was dressed in a white singlet T-shirt, making Arcel even more confident to come forward and rebuke him.

“Sorry, are you Dean Vizier?” ask Arcel.

“Yes, I'm Dean,” replied the handsome, burly yet slender-looking man. “Did you come to deliver the VR CHASE glasses I ordered?”

Arcel surprised. “Ah, aren't you an Eversphere player? I didn't get the wrong delivery, did I?”

Dean Vizier smiled. Although he looked like a pure street fighter, there was a sincere and friendly impression emanated from that smile. “You are not wrong. Come on, let's talk in a quieter place.”

Arcel walked side by side with the young man who seemed to be the same age as him. It looks like Arcel's first mission will run smoothly and will be completed soon. But he could not breathe a sigh of relief until he had relayed the results and mission report to Vorai at the headquarters.

But Arcel felt there was one thing that was strange. Instead of sitting in a rather quiet corner at the bar or at tables near the bar, Dean walked on and out of the door at one corner of the dance hall.

Unduly suspicious, Arcel continued to wryly walk, following Dean down a rather narrow corridor. Contrasting with the corridor between the entrance and the dance floor, this place was very quiet. Only one or two people passed by, but all nodded respectfully as they passed Dean.

“It looks like Dean Vizier is a respected and idolized figure in this club... Or it could be that he is quite famous as a fighter,” thought Arcel. “Even the thugs and bouncers just do not dare to mess in front of him.”

“Well, there's no one left, so we can talk,” Dean said as he halted his steps. “What's your name? You're an agent of VOLSUNG, aren't you?”

“A... Helios. Agent Helios.” Arcel who was about to let go earlier quickly corrected his words.

“Huh, you're new, yes.” Dean frowned for a moment. “But I don't think anyone new will be that ugly.”

“Not a single bit of my movements escaped your eyes,” said Arcel with a smile of admiration. “Well, we'll just go straight to our business. You must have some important information you want to pass on to VOLSUNG, right?”

“Ya,” replied Dean. “But before that follow me forward first. Look, there's another person passing by.” Dean pointed with his chin towards the person who was indeed passing through the corridor.

“Oh, alright.”

Arcel followed Dean again down the hallway. Dean opened the door at the end of the hallway and went through it with Arcel. The two men arrived outside the building.

The back of the Headbangers’ Club building is a quiet alley and quite wide, can be passed by a garbage car the size of a minibus or minivan.

“Well, here we can talk more freely,” Dean said as he walked a little further. Then he stopped and stood his back to Arcel, without looking back.

Stunned, Arcel Raine felt something was amiss. He stopped, keeping his distance from the blonde. “What's up, Dean?” tanyakanya.

“Tak nothing. Just suddenly I wanted to test you... Agent Helios!”

In the last word, Dean Vizier suddenly turned around, smashing towards Arcel with a fist laden with sparkling thunderbolt energy and full strength.

Not expecting the attack, Arcel Raine gasped with wide eyes. “Ha-ah!?”

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