Alex, without realizing himself, was turning back to his forr self.
He wasn't aware of it, but the connection he had with the AI was nourishing his body—internally and physically.
From the mont Alex had been connected to the AI, even before the apocalypse started, he had been provided with nourishnt.
The golden line that Alex saw inside his body was a mass of energy that was connected to the AI, making it possible for his body to gain sothing extra, sothing that was not in his body.
If the magical elent of the world, along with the power the humans had, were to suddenly vanish, Alex would find out that his body, which was already strong before, was better than before.
That sa nourishnt was healing his ntality as well—it was healing the wound he got from the betrayal.
That was sothing that made Alex's emotion get suppressed; it gave him a gash so deep that he wasn't able to recover even with how cool and practical-headed he was.
This nourishnt was sothing Alex wasn't aware of, and the AI wasn't telling him as well.
The AI knew that if Alex got a hint of what was happening, he would want to stop it; he would grow doubtful, starting to wonder if it was really necessary. The AI, however, knew that this was making Alex better and not decreasing his power in any way.
The manipulative nature of Alex—the enjoynt he got from it—was suppressed before when he got betrayed, but now it was coming up again.
If the cold Alex killed anyone when he thought them to be a nuisance, the old Alex, the one who was called by many nas, of them being 'The Master of Strings', would play with them.
He could want to suck his enemies dry. No matter what they had, everything would be in Alex's hands by the ti they died.
Right now, however, that sa Alex was facing a very serious problem...
*Crackle—BOOM*
*Woosh—BASH!*
"GHHH!!"
He gritted his teeth, his arms crossed in front of him, as he felt his body stunned by the aftermath of the thunder that had just smashed down on him.
'What the...'
He looked at his palms only to find them trembling, but it was not just his palms; his whole body was trembling.
He, for a second, got distracted, making it hard for him to move out of the way and get attacked.
One thing was sure from this, though: The one in front of him wasn't playing right now.
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