"W-What?" He stuttered at the same time blushed. He was uncertain if he heard it wrong. She definitely referred him. 

"I mean, I need your help. I need to read books for knowledge purposes. A stranger like me can't roam inside the royal library, so I sought your help. Please help me sir duke!" She rubbed her palm against each other, sincerely asking his help. His slight annoyed expression was washed off upon a sight of her dewy eyes.   It was innocent yet lovely. He agreed, but under one condition. He must be attending with her. He wouldn't know when another person has infiltrated the palace, in order to keep her safe, he will stay at her side. Raeliana pressed her lips to form a little smile. "Thank you so much, sir duke!"

Raeliana wasn't even blinking when she set her foot on the royal library. Books were arranged in a very fashionable manner. Divided by sections, the royal library was the grandest library she had ever seen in her life. She couldn't stifle her joy upon the sight of thousands of book compiled in an elegant place. Noah watched her as she happily swung her arms. She was definitely amazed of her current view. From his perspective, he thinks that Raeliana was quite a book nerd. She must love reading and literary stuffs. 

"Sir duke! Can I go there?" She said while wagging her tail excitedly. Beaming a little stars on her eyes, exhaling a soft air on her nostrils. 

"Yes. But don't leave under my sight. Go to somewhere I can see you."  

She felt like she was asking her dad to let her play with her friends. She was definitely being treated as one of his subject. But it was no important to Raeliana, now that she has an access to the largest library in the empire. A place that holds the greatest extent of knowledge but was only accessible to the higher ranking nobles and members of the royal family. Her insides were melting just by looking at the fresh view that the library has offered. Tranquil and crowdless place great for introverts like her. She took steps towards the popular novels section and drew a book that was pushed back among the books. It was titled "Reminiscent Youth" written by a famous writer that was dated back a century ago. It said that the story mostly revolved between two young lovers came from different status. The woman was deemed as a witch because she came from another world, whilst the man was the empire's crown prince. She silently read and learned that the dialogue can be use for conveying a sweet message. She secretly slipped the book on the hidden pouch of her gown. She was walking stiffy until the duke noticed her. 

His eyes darted at her. He gestured his finger, "what did you do?" Pointing his fingers to her pouch that was supposed to be unseen. She nervously waved her hand instead, "Nothing duke! I came to pick a good book to read." Internally, she was dying and pleaded to let her off the hook by the duke. "I was trying to write here! Please let me be!"

It was really tiring to start dissing someone so bright and early in the morning, but Snowy Lionet made people want to diss it. Did it think that everyone was like Ximen Qing's "Pan Lu Deng Xiao Xian"?
Amongst all of the elfins, only Snowy Lionet had long fur. All of the other cats, dogs, and monkeys had short hair, so only it had to shave it off. Of course, that didn't mean that it had to shave so much that it looks like a Sphinx cat, completely hairless and helpless against the violent rays of the sun, but it had to at least shave it short. With how long Snowy Lionet's fur was right now, it would at least have to make it one-tenth its current length.
But Snowy Lionet didn't want to. It hadn't been easy getting its fur so long and pretty. It had eaten so much cow's stomach to get it to shine this much and be this soft!
If a lady had long, black, straight, outright gorgeous hair, she would grieve if she had to cut it too.
But if Snowy Lionet wanted to follow them to Egypt, it had to cut it short.
Zhang Zian gave it time to think about it instead of hovering over it, thinking that constantly talking to Snowy Lionet would just lower his level.
Snowy Lionet and Richard's ruckus was loud enough to wake all of the other elfins from their sleep.
After Famous woke up, it lay there spacing out for a few moments, as though trying to differentiate between dreams and reality. Only after it snapped out of it did it pick up a mouth-cleansing doggy biscuit and ran downstairs. Zhang Zian felt that Richard should take a page out of its book.
Usually, Pi wasn't the first one to wake up, but it didn't purposefully sleep in, either. It usually turned on the computer the moment it woke up, making use of the time the computer needed to start up to rush to the bathroom and wash up. The moment it was done washing up, the computer was done starting up too.
But for the past few days, it had been down all morning. Even if it woke up, it merely stared at the ceiling, its eyes devoid of life and feeling, spacing out. 
Zhang Zian knew that it was worried for its novel's life and tried his best to comfort it, to get him to believe in the website and its employees—they would bring him justice. But even he knew that empty comfort was about as useful as a two-legged table.
Many fans of the book had heard of the issue through other means and sent over messages to encourage it as well, thinking of plans for it. It was relieved, but nothing could be done. Most of its fans were teens and young adults around twenty years of age and were not people with real power. The plans that they could conjure up had been thought of by Zhang Zian already, and they had all been rejected.
Pi was accepted by readers through its novel. Now that it had finally gotten rid of its gloomy mood, it was at risk of getting back into it at any time.
Zhang Zian walked over, lightheartedly persuading it. "Pi, why not take a long leave? Let the website take care of the matter. Let's go for a walk in Egypt. Maybe by the time we're back, all of the comments and conflict will have gone up in smoke…"
Pi turned over to face the wall, shriveling up even smaller and drawing its knees to its chin.
Zhang Zian sighed. He wanted to do more, but there was nothing he could contribute. This had already gotten out of his and their readers' jurisdiction.
"Meow!"
Even Galaxy had woken up, rubbing its eyes and leaping out of the baby cot. The moment it turned over, it saw Zhang Zian, still worrying about Pi. With a few effortless leaps, it quickly came to the swinging bed and stood up on its hindlegs, its front paws latching onto the bed, pushing it like a swing.
"Meow! Pi, wake up!"
Pi still didn't turn over. It merely waved its hand, wanting them to go away and leave it alone.
Zhang Zian gave Galaxy a look too, hinting to it to stop bothering Pi and give it some time to itself. 
But it seemed like Galaxy hadn't seen his look at all, and it didn't give Pi the chance to lick at its wounds as it pushed the bed again. "Meow! Pi, wake up! The sun's going to roast your butt red!"
Pi frantically pulled the blanket over its butt.
"Meow! Wake up! You still haven't written your new chapter!" Galaxy kept pushing at the bed. "Galaxy will keep swinging you until you wake up!"
Pi was getting dizzy with all the swinging. It would end up vomiting if it really kept that up. So it could only turn around and sit up, holding onto the string to stop it from swinging.
"Cheep cheep!"
Pi was angry, gesturing at Galaxy wildly to ask it why it didn't just leave it alone.
Zhang Zian was afraid they would end up fighting and immediately cut in, "Pi, since you're awake, come out and take a walk or come play with everyone. You can tell us anything that's on your mind. Don't keep it to yourself."
Pi shook its head. There was nothing to say.
Zhang Zian knew that it was introverted and that introverts usually had a harder time letting go of their frustrations.
Besides, he was confused too. Galaxy wasn't an annoying personality like Richard was. Knowing that Pi was feeling horrible right now, why did it keep pestering Pi? Even Richard could see that PI was in a slump, and wouldn't come disturb Pi at this moment.
Galaxy gracefully jumped onto the table with one leap.
Since they used it every day, the laptop had always been turned on. Galaxy put out its front paw, pressing the power button.
Whirr...
The computer turned on with a ding, and the hard drive started whirring to life, the startup screen flashing on the display.
"Meow! Pi, if you don't write, then Galaxy's going to write for you!"
Galaxy didn't seem to be joking around. It really was fiddling with the mouse and smashing at the keyboard randomly.
Pi viewed its novel as something bigger than its life, and it was afraid that Galaxy would destroy the computer too. In its panic, it put aside its gloominess, hurrying out of the rattan bed and onto the chair, protecting the laptop with its arms out, like a mother eagle with its chicks.
Galaxy had already jumped aside.
"Meow! That's the spirit!"
Galaxy swished its tail, happily rushing downstairs to play hide-and-seek with the Abynissian cats. It had used to warm up in the second floor with the American Shorthair, but since the cat had been returned to Aunt Liu, it no longer did that.
Pi was troubled and helpless. But since it had already gotten up, it should just sit before the computer as it had used to.
After a moment, the laptop booted up completely, automatically logging into the messenger app.
Ping!
The bald monk display picture of the editor in charge of them was blinking, showing that they had unread messages.
Pi hesitated, not daring to open it. Bad news had been constantly coming these past few days, and it had lost almost all of its courage in the constant barrage.
Zhang Zian had seen from the side as well. As a bystander, he could tolerate the stress and pressure better.
"Take a look. It might be good news." He put his hand on Pi's shoulder, encouraging it.
Pi lowered its head, silent.
"Alright, then I'll look at it for you. If it's good news, I'll tell you." He sighed. If it was bad news, then there was no point in saying it. They had been riddled with too much bad news recently.
He held onto the mouse in Pi's place and clicked it.
There was only one sentence that the editor in charge had left for them: "Wait for the clouds to pass to see the brightness of the moon."


1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

This book is a tribute to all the dreamers who live in their own fantasy world, the bookworms and introverts, the old D&D masters, RPG champions..... This is the story of a guy like you...the story of one who's greatest dreams became his reality....a story of a person who became the salvation of a whole world... it's the story of a person who challenged fate and claimed his destiny..... 
Its the story of how I became a God to an entire race....

A thrilling tale of a boy whose dreams became reality overnight. From fantasy books and RPG games to a world of magic, dragons and war. Where gods walk the land will he be able to unlock his true potential??....

Chapter one: A Day At The Lake



I woke to the rumbling purr of Ares. He curled his paws under his body as he laid on my chest. I struggled to open my eyes to see my adorable kitty. His gray and brown fur lined with black stripes was so soft to the touch. He was my familiar. An animal who is deeply connected to a witch and assists them in magical affairs. He can't talk, but we can understand one another in different ways. 

It was summer break, one year into collage, and school was already harder than I thought. Not English. I was already finished with those classes. I was planning on taking some creative writing classes in the coming year for fun, but math had me stumped. I was at the lowest level and trying to get a science degree. A witch with a science degree. Wouldn't that be great. After that, I would go on to a university to try for a master's degree in zoology. If I could make it that long.

I had turned nineteen a few weeks ago. I didn't feel my age. Half of the time I felt like a child.

It was Tuesday, and Elizabeth and I had a whole day of hanging out planned. I needed a day out. I usually spend most of my time inside. Witches need to spend a lot of time outside to gather magical energy from the elements. Liz and I are not always great at being witches though. Since we both live in the crappy part of the city, there isn't much nature. Lucky for us there is a small man-made lake within walking distance. It's where the "rich houses" started, so it was usually lush with trees. The water, however, was infested with bacteria from birds and peoples moldy bread.

Liz and I were pretty much introverts. Her more so than me. She spent most of her time reading and I spent mine writing. We made a great team. She studied books on witchcraft passed down by other witches, while I practice the art of creating new spells. I am pretty good at it. I am what was known as a manipulator. A witch who naturally moves and changes energy... aka spells. Liz was an empath. She could tell what others are feeling and thinking. She also could feel and see the flow of magic. Kind of jealous of that. 

After I dressed in boot cut jeans and a light blue tank top, I peeked into my sister's room. Serena was playing on her tablet, listening to boy band music. Fitting, considering her walls were covered in posters of male pop sensations. 

"Serena. Want to come with me and Liz to the lake today?" I asked her.

"Not today. I'm going over to Bridgette's later. Her mom is picking me up." She never stopped looking at her tablet. 

Serena and I had gotten closer since I started college. Most of my friends and I started to drift apart already, and we were constantly arguing with mom. We both felt pretty lonely and decided we should be friends instead of sibling rivals.

"Ok, I'm heading out then. See ya!" I texted Liz that I was on my way.

Mom was still laying on the couch. She didn't have her own room. We were living in a two bedroom apartment and, though we fought almost daily, mom always tried to put us first. I am sure she also did not want to deal with my sister and I fighting over space in one room. 

My mom was a plump woman. Her health issues didn't allow her to do too much for too long. It was hard to try and lose weight. Even so, everyone in our family has natural curves. We all have "bubble butts" as my mom would say, and boobs to match. Even when my mom was skinny, she looked like an hourglass. 

"Morning honey." Mom paused her show.

"Good morning. I'm heading over to Liz's." I grabbed my backpack.

"Have fun." She said, "I'm leaving for work soon, so I'll be back around 9:30 tonight. I love you!"

"Love you too, mom." With that, I scurried out the door and wound my way through the gray apartment buildings with dirty concrete stairs and newly painted black doors. Luckily we were in the same complex, so I didn't have to go far. 

As I made my way through the apartment's playground, I saw Liz heading down from her apartment on the second floor. Good, I hated stairs. I was happy to be on a ground floor.

Liz pinned back the front of her dark brown hair so it wouldn't get in her face. She was in her usual black tank and jeans too long for either of us. 

"Sam!" She yelled, as she ran up to me. She widened her eyes, showed all of her teeth and pulled her head back to make a triple chin look. I screamed and hid behind the nearest tree. I laughed as she jumped out from around the tree trunk. She pretended to hump my leg and pushed her off as I shuttered. That's my bestie. Always trying to make me as uncomfortable as possible.

"Liz!" I licked my hand and wiped it on her face. 

She screamed "Eeewww!"

We walked to the dollar store a few blocks away and bought snacks and drinks. The summer heat was already beating down on me. I couldn't stand being too hot. As much as I loved the swimming, walking barefoot and wearing tank tops that comes with summer, I absolutely loved the winter time. Winter brought snow. The snow holds intense magic within it, and here in northern Nevada, we usually got lots of it come winter time. 

We made our way to the lake. In the middle of the shallow brown water sat two large fountains spewing out in every direction. It made it sound peaceful, despite the chatter of people walking the trail or the buzz of cars passing by. 

Liz and I had two favorite spots. The first was the dock. We found the entrance ramp that was lined in tall bushes and grasses and raced to the T shaped, white dock bouncing on the water. It was lined with railing and secured from floating away by large poles. 

We sat at the end eating our snacks. I pulled out a coke from my Frozen themed backpack, and Liz grabbed a Pepsi from her mini black back pack. Yes, I was obsessed with Disney. I told you I always felt more like a child.

"Pepsi is my soda husband." Liz said.

"What?" I gasped. "No way, we have to share. You can share coke with me."

"Nah, you can keep coke, I'll take Dr. Pepper." She winked.

"Deal. It's a shame, we'll have to find new husbands when were done with these." The coke burned my throat as I slurped it down.

"It's ok. I've got back ups at home." We both laughed.

"Do you think we sound crazy?" I asked.

"Sam... We're secret witches, staring at a man-made lake, while talking about soda husbands... we are crazy 'tupid head." 

I loved our weird talks. Half of the time we made no sense or were completely inappropriate. It was nice to have friends as weird and random as I was. Even my high school friends were super odd. Not everyone can handle all my crazy. 

Sharon was like an older sister. We were sister witches bound by magic. We had many fights in the past, but could never stand to stay apart for too long. It's not easy to be the only practicing witch around. I know she likes to be seen as tough, and she is, but I knew Liz didn't like to always feel alone. Her family were all bible thumpers and we didn't live in a great place for making friends – human or other. Most people our age around here were into drugs, wanabe gangs, or already on their second kid.

We moved to our second favorite spot a bit further down the lake. It was a small circle surrounded by trees and large rocks. It had some small broken statues and an unused water fountain just on the other side. This was our place of worship. There wasn't many choices in the city to hold sacred rituals in the arms of nature, so we made do with what we had. I'm sure most people were too high or stuck on their cell phones to notice us chanting, lighting candles and wearing strange clothes. Or they thought we were on crack. This was Reno after all.

We had a spot to represent each element in our circle of trees. Facing north sat a curved tree that laid out like a bench that we used for resting on while dangling our legs. This represented Earth. To the west was the lake and a stump in the shape of a kings chair facing it. This represented Water. To the south was a concrete bench we used to hold our candles and incense during ritual holidays. This was for Fire. The last side to the east held a broken statue more than 5 feet tall. This represented Air.

I said, "I stopped talking with that guy."

"Aww, that sucks. You'll find somebody eventually. I'm older than you and still haven't been on a date either."

I had been spending my days talking with a boy in Australia for quite some time. We video chatted almost daily. I loved listening to him talk. Who doesn't adore an Australian accent? He was smart and loved animals, almost as much as I did. We ended it though since we both knew it was unrealistic to ever meet in person. We were just too far away. 

I asked, "want to see something cool? I've been working on a protection spell." 

"Yuss!" Liz leaned forward to watch. 

I drew the Algiz rune on my hand with a sharpie I pulled from my bag. I held my palm forward, closed my eyes and chanted under my breath "Praesidium. Praesidium. Praesidium."

I opened my eyes and Canada geese began to gather from all directions. None got too close, but they formed a circle around us. Liz pulled out her book of shadows and flipped through her notes. 

"Geese are  a symbol of protection. Nice! That can come in handy around this place." Liz threw some cracked corn towards the geese for a snack.

After chatting about our worries and complaining about our moms, it was time to head over to the local crystal shop. Every Tuesday a few witches gather to give free energy healings. That is where we gathered notes on practicing our craft. A healing was nice, especially after practicing spells. It really starts to drain you after a while.

Samantha Stone is a young witch. At 19 years old she begins her journey of magical knowledge, relationships, self discovery, and adventure. She volunteers at the local zoo and hopes to use her magical skills to help animals one day. Sam's new craft opens her eyes to a world of creatures and demons that she must face along with the obstacles of everyday life. 

Love unfolds, tragedy ensues, and demons arise in this dramatic LGBT fantasy series.

Some chapters may include mild mature content.

With the entire tournament out of our way, we could spend the rest of our time in the city doing anything we wanted, unbound by Eve's schedule. While the advancement of our cultivation brought a fair bit of attention to us, this was one of the positive sides to it, finally alleviating some of the time pressure on us. Thinking about how many matters were still pilling up in front of us, I couldn't even imagine taking care of them all while being interrupted by those unnecessary fights. 
"Would you like to accompany me for a bit? I want to get some matters out of my shoulders first so that we could laze around later on."
After we picked up Pengu from the Venna's lodge and confirmed that we were both eligible to join her Heavenly sword Sect, we leisurely left the premises. At first, I was going to get her back to our room as to indulge in our usual fun once again, but when Venna passed great news to me, I couldn't help but want to visit the construction site again.
"Why do I have this feeling that no matter where we will go, we will end up doing exactly the same thing? It's not that I mind it though…"
Holding Pengu in her arms, it was clear that Eve's mind was completely focused on the ball of fluff in her embrace, making her rather unwilling to give up on cuddling with our friend for the sake of playing around with me. I guess we finally reached the point where our initial lust managed to calm down, allowing other matters to have a higher priority than getting down to the business… 
"Don't worry, I didn't mean it in that way."
Guiding Eve to the commercial district where the new auction house building should still be in the process of renovating, I couldn't help but stare at her joyful smile as she played with Pengu. While there wasn't any hint of sexiness in it, just the pure happiness visible in her pupils was enough for a strange warmth to form in my hear, slowly spreading through my entire body.
With nothing hurrying us up, I decided to slow down the speed of our walk to enjoy the peaceful atmosphere of the town for the very first time since we came here. With the constant need to grow stronger, new rivals and enemies showing up as soon as I dealt with the previous ones and new upon new problems and matters arising that I had to deal with, I didn't have any spare time to enjoy the sheer joy of living in a brand new world! 
I wonder what happened for me to realise it only after reaching the middle stage of second cultivation realm… With my earthly soul, I should feel some kind of hidden happiness from being able to explore a brand new place, with its new cultures, way of thinking, art or past events. As a history geek, I should be instantly hooked on the legends and myths of this world, yet for some reason, I felt this constant drive to improve myself! 
Even if I pushed the responsibility for this state of mind that I obtained to the matters related to Eve's family and all the pressure that weighed down on me because of all the other problems, I still should be able to enjoy my past hobbies even a bit! No matter how fun exploring my new possibilities was, I had to find some sort of hobby for myself, otherwise, Eve would quickly get bored with me! How long would a purely physical pleasure and attachment from the times we fought together last if I couldn't hook her with my personality?
Being an introverted person back in my earth self, I was under constant pressure to open myself up to the people, by the world that valued extraverts too much. No matter how hard I was trying to find positive sides of my personality, the world wouldn't simply accept it, constantly pushing for the traits opposite to those that I have been born with. Just like many other introverts like me, I tried to learn something that would help me out on this dreadful road of opening myself up. Being an adolescent boy just before the moment of my death, I had the dreams of getting myself a girlfriend as well, resulting in all sorts of coachings and folk's truths getting pumped up into my brain. While I never got the chance to make any use of them back in my previous life, they could prove to be valuable tips for my current self! 
Breathing the full lungs of the air from the city, I couldn't help but notice how tasty it was. Unwilling to lower myself to notice such small differences, it was the first time when I noticed how a clean air actually tasted! I wasn't able to notice it previously probably because my body was already accustomed to this kind of environment, allowing me to finally taste it when my thoughts wandered to the differences between my previous life and the current one. 
"Did something happened?"
Probably noticing my strangely relaxed and happy expression, Eve asked me, while holding Pengu on her side, as if unwilling to let it block her sight on me. Looking back at her face, I saw small wrinkles forming around her eyes when she looked back in my pupils.
"Don't worry about it."
Unable to hold my face from melting down when I looked at the face of my beloved, I simply smiled lightly at her and grabbed her free hand, pulling her closer to me. Intervening my fingers with hers, I raised her hand to my face and felt the delicate and smooth texture of her palm as I planted a small kiss on top of it.
"I'm just learning how to appreciate every moment of my life here, with you. While embracing you is insane and drives me crazy every time we go at it, I just felt like we didn't spend nearly enough time just getting to know each other better, talking about nothing, or simply cuddling together! When I think about the part of my life before I met you, just the fact that I can hold your hand like this makes me insanely happy!"
As we were still slowly walking forward, the moment I said those words, I felt a slight resistance from Eve's hand, as she simply stood in place, breaking my tempo. Only now noticing the strange state of mind that I have fallen into, I stole a quick peek at her face, only to see her cheeks turning red and her eyes turning moisty, while her lips vibrated slightly as if she was trying to say something, but was unable to utter a word. 
"You big, dumb, dummy!"


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Did I reincarnate? Or was I transported to an Isekai cultivation world? To be honest, I have no clue!

What matters is that I turned from being useless, bullied, and trash, to fully-fledged garbage in my new cultivation world! 

But what is this strange bleep that keeps ringing in my ears? Is this some kind of system? Oh God! Did you gift me such a cliché, right at the start of my journey?

Wait, why are you trying to kill me? Did I do something to you? Stand back or I will be forced to use unstoppable Exhudia!

Tell me, what did she do for you to treat your significant other in this way? Let me show you how girlfriends should be taken care of!

Wait, everyone was always telling me that demons are bad, so why is this demonic queen trying to seduce me? Wait! KEEP YOUR HANDS AWAY FROM MY PRECIOUS SWORD!

I just came back from a mission and was promised at least a half a year of break. Why are you bothering me again with something as silly as subjugating a devil general?


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While this novel is meant to be a lighthearted mash of all the popular tropes, there will be some real plot later on.

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True Love Makes Memories, Not Just Babies."

There is a saying that people sometimes grow so attached to a place that they begin to take roots. It's like the fundamental of trees have entered their system.
Such a feeling, in essence, Nostalgia was passing Sahar Suleyman's heart and mind. Being the daughter of a transferable father was never too happy for her. Things would have been a lot better if she was an extrovert but alas, she grew up to be an introvert. A shy nerdy introvert

Sahar, though had not a long list of friends to boast about, had two really close friends Brandon and Julekha. She was not in the mood of another goodbye so, she left without even exchanging a last word with them. She never liked 'Goodbyes'. What's the point of a goodbye when all you are gonna do is just cry? Goodbyes are not good or rather bad.

Holding a bouquet of beautiful pansies and delphiniums, she stepped her first foot inside her new house. Although the house was pretty beautiful, it provoked a feeling of nostalgia. All the cool friends she made, the geography she memorized, her school and most importantly, the feeling of being in the home, all vanished into thin air.

"Glad thing you got all the furniture settled beforehand. No wonder you are my husband." Sahar's Ma beamed, seeing the beautifully placed accessories in the house.                          

"We still have to set our clothes and dear belongings." Her Pa said bringing a large box upstairs," Help me, will you?"                                            

"Coming!" Both Sahar and her Ma said back.

The whole day was vigorous enough to make her pretermit reality. But when night befalls, and sleepy heads go to bed, thoughts cross. Sahar too, remembered how she used to crack jokes with Julekha and Brandon. Her remembrance made her see the contented smiles of them. Brandon was her first guy friend despite living in the 21' st century. And Julekha was the first person she ever talked 'first'. Conceivably, it was their aura which provoked her to call them 'friends'.
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

The next morning when she woke up she found her jet black eyes swollen and a headache dancing on her. Maybe sleeping while crying wasn't a good idea after all. She was about to ramage er, use her new bathroom when she heard Surah Yaseen, to be more precise, her ringtone. She knew at once it was Julekha for Surah Yaseen was Julekha's favourite. 
"Hello."
"SAHAR" A screaming feminine voice blasted from the other side, "You cruel old grandma! How dare you abandon this Lil puppy during such times." The truth was that Julekha just witnessed a breakup. Being on the fifth stage of a breakup she really needed a friend especially, a best friend to console her. 
"You know my condition, right?" she reasoned, "I really never intended to leave you both but things didn't go as planned and I am here without a friend in the middle of the countryside where god knows how I will survive my tenth grade."
"You really are cruel. Even now you only think of yourself."Julekha pouted, "Whatever, Lemme tell you something. I might be coming to your city soon." she disclosed.
"Wow, I mean How?"
"If I am lucky I might get selected to represent GA High."
"You always leave things on luck."Sahar scolded, "Now study hard and get your bum here."
"Listen Miss Smarty Pants, It's a dance scholarship."
"Dance? And Aunt Dua agreed?"
"Nope, But when I prove myself maybe she will. Also, Sameer said if you were here he would have definitely asked you for prom. Anyways, my bus can come at any moment now, so Ba-Bye!"
"Ba-bye! No, wait! Is the thing about Sameer real?"
Sameer was the guy she fancied a lot.
But finally when he DID notice,  she had to move out and Ugh, it was frustrating. She knocked on the pillow, buried her face deeper and led out a swathed scream. Why is Allah so cruel?
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The scenery downstairs was unappealing as it was of Mr Suleyman hurriedly, rummaging here and there trying to find his always-missing socks and tie. As a remark, Mrs Suleyman would say, "That's because somebody becomes a bag of lazy bones after returning home and leaves his belongings wherever he pleases." 
Much to Mr.Suleyman's annoyance. 

The drama being closed, her Ma starts work but today, another tension had risen. Finding a good new school for Sahar.
"Sahar!" her Ma called," Get ready to meet your new school."
"Yes, Ma!"
Sahar's old school was famous for its dancers. Sahar being as worthy in dance as salt is to icecream never dared to go past the dance room's door. She always hooked to the Music class(which was necessary) where three old men wasted most of the time in useless philosophy. Long story cut short, she always involved herself in books, Julekha and Brandon. But now, nobody was here to provide any sort of comfort to her lonely heart. No Julekha. No Brandon. Just another big Xeno-School-Attack. Yep, she was Xenophobic just like many other introverts.
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Mrs Suleyman's driving sense was plainly dangerous. Sahar however, tried many a time to make her understand the intensity of such driving but the answer that came had always a striking resemblance to the sentence, "I have more life experience than you. So, shut up and sit like a lady."

The new school was a charming building with words written in cursive 'Ravens'. This word possibly didn't have any significant meaning until she saw the board with seven pictures of people having a letter from that word as their initials. They must be famous, she guessed. The uniform was a skirt of pink check and a white shirt with a tie. Pretty girly, huh? It was a co-ed school but with different sections for girls and boys. A small but effective relief for Sahar. She hated boys, for some reason they made her nervous. Girls were not a lot better, though. They got her admissioned,  bought a uniform and books.
♡♡♡♡
Sahar after a short shower walked into her room only to find a dark crack in the wall. She shacked that feeling and was about to brush her hairs when she heard a boyish voice, "Someone moved in?"

The moment where I finally got to jump on my horse had a magical feeling to it. As soon as I reached the stables where the lower servants were running around while trying to not break their spines as they bowed on the run in my direction, I knew which horse was waiting for me.
Taking a piece of apple from the open casket hanged on the side of the wall - way out of the reach of horses greedy mouth; I moved towards the box located around the middle point of this small shack. Slowly taking one step after the other, I approached this majestic creature, watching as it turned its big head towards me, and looked me right into the eyes.
Reaching with my hand forward, palm upwards and the piece of apple right on its top, I observed as this calm animal took a quick sniff while closing its nostrils towards the delicacy, before catching it with its huge lips and allowing me to pet its long mouth. Feeling the soft hair wrapped around the relatively hard part of its head, I slowly moved my hand up, going as far as the top of its head, before retracting it even slower.
Even if there was a bond between this noble and this horse before, I was almost certain that this intelligent creature recognised that I was someone new. Even with that, it still graced me with its trust, lightly raising its head in response to my rub!
I could just stay here and continue to gaze into this beast deep eyes, but the constant clanging of the servants running around to prepare everything for our trip promptly knocked me out of my daze, allowing me to reach for the bridle with one hand while raising the knob that locked the gate to the box with the other one.
Despite being the reason for everyone's fast tempo, I took my time leading my partner outside, while inspecting whether its fur wasn't tainted with any sort of dirt. As we stepped to the field away from the stable, I took yet another moment to check whether its horseshoes were nicely fitted and without any flaws, before moving back to its head.
"Hello, Helga."
Since there was a history to this horse that reached the times far before my transmigration, I had no choice but accept this ugly name. But after a second thought, I had to admit it was quite fitting. While for now this beast of a horse remained calm and polite, I could tell from a single look at it that its true fate was to push everyone aside as she would charge against the enemy lines!
Once again taking a moment to kinda synchronise myself with her, I took a few deep breaths while resting my forehead on hers. When I felt the moment was right, I rubbed her behind her sizeable ears for a short while, before moving back to her side. With a sudden impulse to my body, instead of using the stirrups my outer, right leg shoot to the back, only to make a full swing forward. With my body allowing the momentum to carry it, I jumped on my left leg, swiftly setting myself comfortably in the saddle.
"Sir is still in its good form!"
Noticing my acrobatics, Al and Elemo laughed at the same time. While their faces alone were enough to notice a stark difference in their characters, the sympathetic approach of theirs wasn't hindered by the extraverts of Al nor by introverts of Elemo. Brought to my service years ago, or to be exact, three years, seven months and twenty-six days ago as the system described, they belonged to the poorer part of the nobility. With neither of them holding the title of the firstborn, they could only look for their fate in the army or in the services of those better endowed than them.
"Stop the laughs and set off! Everyone is long busy feasting at the castle. If we don't hurry up, we will be forced to stay the night in the city!"
While the threat wasn't that harsh, the city taverns were surprisingly expensive when one realised that the level of the services they offered was even below that of the roadside resting places!
There was an additional point of the journey we would have to soon make back to Tarnów. With the estimated speed with a light carriage, I believed we could cover the distance of about ninety stais (90km, 56miles) in max three days. With the horses alone, we could bolt forward and finish in just two days worth of slightly forced horse march, but this wasn't the modern times when one could just go on the road and go from point a to point b without worrying about anything but accidents. In this time, leaving the carriage with only militia and no mounted cover, was akin to sacrificing it to the bandits!
"By the way, what do you think about our new king?"
As we slowly started moving on the road, I couldn't help but compare our current momentum to the swiftness that public communication offered. By the time we would arrive at Kleparz, I could go to the furthermost part of the modern city and back… Twice by the tram, or just cover the distance from one side of the modern city centre to the other.
"Don't get me started on it. All I want is a quick war with Muscovites under the new King, some quick loot at the border villages, soldier's pay after everything, and I would be able to buy myself a small ranch at the wilds plains to the east!"
Hearing this, I couldn't help but shake my head. There would be no major conflicts for the next two years. While for me it was the opportunity to build a proper powerbase in my lands and prepare for what was about to come, poor younglings like Al would rather go to war and risk their life just to speed up the annoying reality of saving up as a sidekick to more powerful noble.
But there was some good points about his idea. Ever since the conflict between the Crown and Lithuania arouse about the realisation of the real union between those two countries so far bound only by the personal union, there was no way to miss the rise of the pioneering spirit all over the country. Countless expanses of fertile land… Almost to being completely barren of people…
It was that that would set the foundations for the future conflict, that would shake the entire country and start the domino effect that turned Commonwealth from world's power, into a puppet state-controlled and later annexed by its neighbours.
"Drop the spare talk and hurry up! We only have two hours before closing the gates!"


Discord link: https://discord.gg/pJTVGZZ


Political marriage, war taxes, subsidies, a tribute... All those terms sound nice when one juggles them from behind the screen of his trusty computer! 

Junk food? Check. Sugary drinks that will cause me diabetes? Check. Two weeks of leave from the work? Check. A fresh copy of the newly released game finishing downloading as I'm going back from the grocery store? Check. 

Oops! My emotions got better to me, and I tripped on the stairs. I'm so silly!

Then...

Why the hell am I kneeling in a throne room, watching the marriage and coronation ceremony of the King, dressed in the noble robes with the game itself only flashing in the corner of my eyes?

"Death is nothing to us, since we exist, death does not exist, and when there is death, we no longer exist."

-Epicurus


Day 1: 9:25 P.M.
Kirishima High School - Corridor Halls
Duration of the Night Rage: 8 hours and 35 minutes left
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The Corridor Halls is a hallway located outside the building. Its a quiet place leading to the back of the building where the huge library is located. It is a famous place for introverts to stay since the library is a shunned place by many students. The Corridor Halls can be accessed to go directly to the sports field.


Kyosei is still very cautious as he heightened his senses. Despite being a dark, he never gets afraid on what the dark is on. He proudly embrace what the darkness has in store for him. He is never afraid of ghosts. He never believes them. For many years of dwelling abandoned places and silent buildings, he never encountered one.

As he traverses the silent hallway, an undead wearing huge glasses jumps on and tries to lunge on him. Kyosei quickly responds with a quick swing of the cleaver. Blood splattered on the head as some brain matter oozes out of the skull. The cleaver embedded deeply on the head as Kyosei exerted a huge force on the swing. He lost his baseball bat during the battle of the Juggernaut earlier so his only weapon for swinging is the cleaver only. He steps on the chest of the corpse to have a small force to pull out the cleaver on the skull.

His method might offend some of those people who still think of these undead as fellow humans. For Kyosei, humans and undead are same species. Offending him only means death. He flicks the cleaver which has some brain matter stuck on the blade. He quickly left the place, leaving the dead body. He is not going to stay on the area for long. He don't know if undead are also attracted on a very silent method like that.


His headphones are not receiving any of Nanami's transmissions yet so Kyosei shifted the music to his favorite band, "MAN WITH A MISSION". All of the tracklist album he selected are all music of the band. He nodded as he continue his walk towards the end of the hall. 

Reaching the end of the hall, he arrived on the door where it is made of glass. He peered a bit on the glass, only to see dead bodies scattered on the floor. Kyosei is not stunned. He is quite sure that some students are still alive besides him and his companions. He didn't pry any longer since he didn't care. He quickly opened the door, only to get lunged on by an infected. Kyosei immediately defended, holding the head of the undead. The undead is really eager to bite him as the teeth of the undead tries to reach him via stretching its mouth's reach. Kyosei did a quick move and he snaps the neck of the dead with a quick precision. In addition to that, Kyosei also punches the head, breaking up its fragile skull.


He quickly uses his senses to look around. An ambush is not good especially in the dark. Seeing that no enemies appeared aside from the undead he just beat up, Kyosei relaxes. He is planning on finding a flashlight but he has no idea where to find one. He is also not risking to use the other phones, some are on the verge of shutting down and the batteries are needed by Nanami, so he didn't need to. Only using the faint light, he nodded as he continues on walking the hallway.


Day 1: 9:30 P.M.
Kirishima High School - First floor of the building in the rear
Duration of the Night Rage: 8 hours and 30 minutes
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The hallways are dark but a light is immited by a flashlight of a youth with a bit of spiky hair, accompanied by a girl with a short white hair only a bit in the neck length. She also wears glasses and currently clutches a thick book. From the looks of the two, the girl looks like a 3rd year while the boy with a bit of well maintained body is a 1st year.

"Dammit, they are very fast, I can't kill them much now, I am getting tired," the boy muttered as he hold a metal pipe. The metal pipe is shown to have taken a lot of abuse and being used as a blunt weapon. The surface of the metal pipe is really wet with blood.

"Rest..." the white haired girl said.

"Huh?!" the boy raises his tone like he is threatening a person.

"...."

"You sure are weird, I don't get you," the boy scratches his head.

"So are you..." the white haired girl muttered.

"Huh?! You sayin' something?!" the boy once more ask in a threatening tone.

"...."


Before the boy can say something, another set of undead are running towards them.

"F*ck, the freaks are here! Run!!" the boy quickly drags the hand of the white haired girl.

They are forced to climb back to the 2nd floor to evade the undead that are incoming. He is burdened by this girl but this particular girl is the one who saved his life when he is sleeping in the library earlier. He quickly drags the girl to avoid the cannibals trying to take a bite from them.

"Where the hell did they came from?!" the boy sweats as he look back and saw a few of the undead quickly reach their tracks in a fast pace. The terrifying speed quickens the heartbeat of the boy as he cannot go on dragging the girl. He already noticed that the girl is now too tired to run.

"Damn! You need to run too!" the boy effortlessly scooped up the girl in his arms and he princess carry the white haired girl. He quickly sped up. He didn't expect that the monsters are now like hungry crazy dogs trying to eat them. He feels his knees tremble every step he made. What is worst, he cannot keep on carrying his companion like this. Just as he was about to give up, a voice emanated in the air.

"Too slow.."

A boy wielding a cleaver and a revolver appeared, wearing a horned headphones and a black beanie, his eyes, flaming with rage, obviously it's Kyosei.

"Its the little devil..." the boy mutters. He knelled as his knees trembles.

Kyosei did a fast strike, with his signature round house kick and a quick swing of the cleaver, he did it without trouble. Smashing the other undead in the wall and swinging his cleaver to the laying undead on the floor, he did it effortlessly. Despite his injuries, he fluidly moves around like a fish, dodging the attacks of the undead. He brutally grab the two undead and smashed their heads together by slamming their rotting skulls together, blasting up the skulls and revealing a disgusting brain matter and blood. In just a minute, all of the undead chasing the two students are all dead and killed by a single individual. Kyosei stood as he flicks off the blood on his hands and the cleaver, in the eyes of the two students, Kyosei is like a demon who just devours and took the lives of innocents. He is worthy of his title, "Little Devil".

Labeled as a delinquent and bad influence, high school student Kyosei Ichinose choose to stay out of the people around him, indulge himself to his headphones, pick fights against other people and stay alone. 

He was later famous for being a dangerous fellow that even his fellow students and his teachers feared him.

One day, everything is normal until the world is now in turmoil after the appearance of a mysterious disease that turns humans into mindless cannibals, infecting humans all around the country in an alarming state.

After receiving a distressed message from his former friend, he reluctantly returned only to find the school overrun by the dead. Armed with his house keys, a revolver and a duffel bag containing a few items to aid the rescue, he returned to the school without knowing why he still need to rescue a former friend.

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Vin let the guild's heavy stone doors grind to a close behind him. The guild hall offered shelter from all the stares, all the whispering and mumbling. 

Shill and Cecilia were waiting for him inside, but Vin couldn't bear to face them. He had abandoned the expedition and dragged Shill back just to get humiliated.

"No matter what you say, you're right." Vin put his sword away. "I'm sorry."

Shill walked up to him. For some reason, Vin braced himself for a slap. Perhaps because he deserved one. Shill grasped his shoulders instead. "Look at me," he said. "This isn't like you. Just because you lost a bout doesn't mean you're inferior."

"He humiliated me." The words hurt as he spoke them. "He was holding back the whole time."

"He held back because he didn't want to expose his strength," Cecilia said. "No one had seen that power before, and you forced him to use it."

Shill nodded. "Exactly. Now that you know about it, you can prepare for the real battle. Focus on winning that one. The guild's reputation hinges on it."

"In three days?" Vin laughed dryly. "Even three years wouldn't be enough."

Cecilia crossed her arms. "So you're gonna give up?"

The question gave him pause. Perhaps it would be for the best. Bad publicity meant fewer sponsors, which in turn meant he couldn't pay for Sophia's treatment. Despite the danger, something inside him urged him onward. 

Vin was caught between opposing needs. He knew Sophia's recovery was what mattered the most, but treacherous thoughts kept turning in his head. Thoughts of cleansing the bitter taste this battle had left in his mouth. 

"I need time," he said, "to think."

"Take all the time you need," Cecilia got closer. "You can come to my place if you'd like," she whispered into his ear. 

Vin gave her a faint smile. "Go help the guild explore," he said and brought forth an interface. 

"Don't worry," Shill said. "I'll lead them well in your absence."

The pulling sensation returned and when Vince blinked next he was on his bed. 
It was amazing what two small implants could accomplish. Vince's white, barren room could turn into a colorful world of magic and wonder. If he could move, see, and feel in that world, wasn't it just as real? His stomach growled in rebuke. 

Vince got off the bed with a grunt. There was a lot to do. He sat on his desk and booted up his computer. Most people had switched to a projection by now, but Vince had stuck with his old one. It still worked fine, so he saw no reason to replace it. Plus, it was easier on the eyes after a Twilight-filled day, less nauseating. He found a new chinese restaurant and decided to munch the pain away. No matter how shit a day was, chinese food was always an improvement. 

Next, he decided to search for the information on the curse afflicting him. Searching for 'Cursewright' yielded no results related to Twilight, but the name Moreno certainly did.

"Moreno," Vince mumbled to himself as he read. "The third dark god, creator of curses, destroyer of Surmia…" He skimmed through the information for some time, but nothing seemed relevant. There were some quests for the god's followers, but none of them rewarded players with a skill. 

There was a ding at the door. It was a drone carrying his chinese food. Thank god for technology, allowing introverts like himself survive without human contact for so long.  He swiped his credit card on the scanner on its back and got his bag. He plopped down on the couch and debated whether he should turn on the TV. Chances were he'd see himself getting destroyed in slow motion and on repeat. No matter how much he hated the prospect, he had to watch the duel again, just in case he decided to fight. Perhaps then he'd understand what had happened. 

Much to his surprise, someone else had the spotlight of all Twilight related channels. 

"Earlier today, Xua Yu announced his retirement from Twilight after more than twenty years as its lead developer. Here's his farewell message to his friends and co-workers."

The video showed a smiling middle-aged man in a suit, with dark circles under his eyes. "It's with great sadness that I have decided to leave the Twilight development team. It has been an amazing twenty-two years, and I'd like to thank all of you. As for you gamers out there, worry not. The Kosmos A.I. has been completed, and you won't notice a difference. In fact, I think its newest narrative is the best one yet, so be sure not to miss it."

Vince wrestled a carrot with his chopsticks. He only knew the basics of how the server-side of the game worked. As for Xua Yu, he'd never heard the name before. 

The broadcast cut back to the newscaster. "Shortly after Xua Yu's retirement, the game's Esports Operations announced policy changes. The twitter feed reads as follows: PvP has always been a high risk, high reward game mode, and we want to keep it as fair and balanced as possible. With the emergence of new video analysis technology, players can obtain an unfair advantage by analyzing the skills and patterns of each individual player. This information gain would not be possible in a real battle scenario, and so in the interest of fairness and realism, the record function will be unavailable in PvP areas until we find a better solution. What does this mean for you? Most players don't use..."

Vince wasn't interested in recording the Dawn or Dusk battles, but he knew several members of the guild did it anyway. He saw sponsorship as a necessary evil. Thankfully, Shill always took care of the contracts and broadcasts, so Vince could at the very least play PvP in peace. Still, it seemed he couldn't avoid them forever. 
His phone buzzed. Tommy had sent him a message.

'Sponsor meeting, ASAP.'

Twilight is the latest VRMMO to dominate the market with more than 3 billion players. The first choice for those who choose to dwell in the world of Twilight is simple; choose which faction to fight for. Players engage in an endless war with one another, to decide if the Hallowed or the Darkblessed will prevail.

Using technology deeply rooted in everyday life to create a virtual world, Twilight has become a second reality for mankind. 

In this reality, Vin is a ranker. A powerful paladin who vies for power, honor, and glory. Yet unseen enemies are always lurking, looking for a chance to destroy all that he has built, and the world of Twilight offers only a single chance at redemption. 

Will he weather the tribulations and emerge victorious, or will he fail and lose the friend and life he values the most.

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