Note: Not for backstabbing people or lovers.

Super heroes who are quite shy to reveal themselves in public.

Note: fictional, please read without comparison with your lover or ex or beloved or someone you think you know more than him or her because after all it is a mere subject of the contest.

Please read with open mind. Trying to be the lost descendant of Shakespeare when English just a language to speak to convey our feelings not a barrier with subtle rules.

This is a story about a 19 year old human man named Aaron, who gets reincarnated as a Dragon, not just any Dragon, The Son Of The Evil Dragon God, that can destroy worlds.

Aaron will be the pet of a girl elf named Lily and will travel to different worlds with her.

Warning: this novel will contain lots of sex and violence.

Reddit

https://www.reddit.com/user/EvilDragonGod

I have finally decided what I want to do with this journal. A mind journal. I'm gonna write EVERYTHING that goes on in my mind. Yes, mom, everything. It's gonna be awesome. Since it has a 'Subject' label I could do something stupid like: Stupid Tik Tok Ideas I'll never do. The whole just. Maybe I'll write about internet boys because all my class are online. I'll have a section called: "Do not read means do NOT read! (mom). That seems appropriate. I know that she'll read it anyway. That's just a thing loving mothers do. It reminds me of that one IJ episode where they read out of their daughter's diary. I'm not gonna try to doodle but knowing me I'll draw eyEBALLS everYWhere. I think the next page will be a disclaimer. Mostly for mom and/or Justin. Just incase and naughties get ahold of it and wanna blackmail me. If I was texting I could add emojis, I would've added the shrug emoji after that last sentence. If I started drawing comics would Jesse and Ryan think I was cool? It's weird not using quotation marks when I write. I never write in first-person and about myself. Maybe one day this will be posted on reddit and I'll be famoose. *hair flip emoji*

Life can change in the blink of an eye. One second you can be enjoying a car ride to pick your little brother up from school, the next you're moving across the country and away from your brother to escape the memories.

"This is fucking bullshit!" The Primordial Azure Dragon bellowed after the meteor shower had ceased, still unseen. "Why do you have to go and ruin everything?!"
"Would you have preferred if I went around hunting the spirit beasts one at a time then?" I asked dryly. "100,000 in under a year…that means I will have to kill 300 everyday on average to make it in time. Unfortunately, I don't have a year to spend in the Garden of Zhou. There are people outside who are waiting for me."
"No, that's not what I meant…" The Primordial Azure Dragon sounded like he was moaning. "Are you a bloody troll?! Is that it? Are you trolling me?!"
"To be fair, you're the one who forced my master to participate in the trial even though he didn't want to," Divine Dragon pointed out. "And you were also the one who said he could do whatever he wanted. Or are you going back on your word now?"
"No…no. I won't." The Primordial Azure Dragon swallowed audibly. And then he sighed. "Fine, you pass."
I had barely deactivated the defensive barrier when the whole world before me suddenly transformed. To be honest, the landscape had already been altered drastically by my meteor shower, with colossal craters blasted into the earth. No spirit beast or plant survived, the grass razed and the trees flattened or burned to ash. It was completely unrecognizable from the endless plain from before. Even the river or lakes that had once existed had vaporized, turned into boiling steam from the meteorite impacts.
The age of dinosaurs…ahem, I mean spirit beasts were over. Humanity would rise to replace them…
When I blinked, because the world around me was distorting, I opened my eyes to see that everything had changed. I was engulfed in a sea of darkness. The noise – which existed in the form of crackling flames and the howling gusts of dust and unnatural winds that resulted from the fallout of the meteorite strike – also completely faded away, replaced by a silent tranquility. Nothing but blackness existed around me.
Amidst the void, a pair of gigantic azure eyes slowly opened. Needless to say, they belonged to the Primordial Azure Dragon. The bastard finally deigned to show himself, huh?
"Are you finally kicking me out or did I pass the second stage of the trial?" I asked sarcastically when he glowered at me silently for a few seconds.
"You passed," the Primordial Azure Dragon replied bitterly. "Although your method was cheap, a pass is a pass. I was the one who allowed you to use whatever method you deemed necessary. I can't be going back on my word now."
The eyes flickered toward Divine Dragon, who shrugged. He knew that if he tried anything unfair, Divine Dragon had the ability to break me out of this trial and destroy the remnant of his soul wisp.
"And given the rate you were hunting the spirit beasts, you would have successfully hunted about a hundred thousand within six months anyway."
"If you let me continue burning the forest down without making it rain," I replied grumpily. I love the smell of napalm in the morning. So it irked me that the bastard extinguished my flames and caused it to rain shortly after I began launching uh, scorched earth tactics. As they said, kill it with fire!
"Please stop trolling me…" I was surprised to see tears pour out from the Primordial Azure Dragon's eyes when he pleaded pitifully. "I have enough…stop cheating!"
"You're the one who rigged the trials, and you complain about my master cheating?" Divine Dragon scoffed. "No normal human…even most talented humans wouldn't have been able to succeed in such an unfair trial. Exterminating a hundred thousand spirit beasts in a year? All of them at the peak of Qi Fusion Realm? Who are you kidding? So only cultivation story protagonists with cheats can pass these nonsensical trials?"
"Only the most extraordinary are allowed to pass," the Primordial Azure Dragon replied defensively. "I can't just let any random Tom, Dick and Harry inherit my drops of dragon god's blood."
"If by extraordinary, you mean protected by absurd layers of plot armor, being a special snowflake Mary Sue who can achieve the impossible where every other character is doomed to fail because they serve only as foils to the main character, then you certainly have succeeded."
"Oh, shut it. That's the standard for every cultivation story protagonist who has ever existed!" the Primordial Azure Dragon snapped. His gigantic pair of eyes swiveled around to glower at me. "Why can't you behave like every other cultivation story protagonist and be some sort of Mary Sue with a harem?"
"Wait, so it's all right if I rely on absurd layers of plot armor, a secret master who happens to be some god from another ancient epoch and learning all sort of cheat martial arts from him or her, or if I use some nakama or 'power of love' or masculine pride bullshit to get random power ups, but it's not all right if I use modern weaponry and guns to shoot or firebomb my enemies into oblivion?"
"If you put it that way…yes."
"Are you fucking serious?!" I threw my hands up in exasperation.
"Some people hate seeing guns and nukes in their cultivation stories," Divine Dragon explained. "And if you are writing an urban cultivation story, then they want to see cultivators beat up gunmen with their martial arts, not lose to guns, and certainly not using guns. These readers come to your cultivation story expecting to see the usual cultivation tropes like martial arts, Eastern styled super powers and beating up arrogant young masters and modern technology, not to see gunfights in a cultivation story."
"This is getting ridiculous. I hate these double standards." I was barely able to suppress my rage. "If I go along with the usual cultivation tropes, they go onto Reddit or the forums and complain that all these cultivation stories are carbon copies or copy/paste of each other, that everyone is writing the same damned thing, that there's no creativity or innovation whatsoever. But if I go against the grain and do something different, they start screaming about how they hate seeing guns in cultivation stories and that they didn't come here to read about me trolling the genre. Have you seen the amount of comments made by readers coming in with false assumptions and having some sort of expectation about me being evil, ruthless and psychotic because they think that's how a 'Demonic Emperor' is supposed to act, and they start whining when I completely subvert their expectations by being a good and kind person who only took on the mantle of emperor to protect fellow demonic cultivators from persecution?"
I never wanted to be an emperor in the first place. I reluctantly accepted and took up the title because my fellow demonic cultivators were persecuted and I wished to protect them. And for some stupid reason, I had idiots screaming at me for risking my life to help strangers. I had always been helping strangers – the whole reason why I became emperor was because the demonic cultivators I had saved from the tyrannical persecution of hypocritical orthodox sects were grateful to me and decided to follow me for their own safety. My character had been consistent throughout.
But no, some people came in here expecting one thing, and then bitch about it when they didn't get what they want. Just like this stupid Primordial Azure Dragon here. Well, fuck them.
"So what now?" I asked the Primordial Azure Dragon, folding my arms and glaring defiantly at him without any hint of fear or respect. "Are you going to continue bitching about how I 'trolled' you with modern technology instead of cultivation techniques, despite the fact that my guns are a hybridization of both, or are we going to proceed to the next stage of the trial?"
"Fine." the Primordial Azure Dragon sighed wearily. "The last stage of the Heavenly Dragon Trial is a test of character. We shall see how you will overcome this."
"All right. Let's do this."
I didn't want to waste any time so I just waved for him to proceed. I had the sense that the Primordial Azure Dragon was smiling, and then my world went blank. The blackness melted away and I staggered, almost as if I had been hit by something.
"What the…?"
The next thing I knew, I was lying on a bed. Sitting up, I glanced around, bleary-eyed, as if I had just only woken up.
"This place is…"
It was not my room in the Shu family's manor or the room I had been residing in at the Astral Valley – the Mystical Valley, to be more precise – for the last year or so. It also wasn't the room of the imperial palace that served as my base and home when I was the Demonic Emperor during my second lifetime.
No, it was my room…during my very first life. When I was a normal high school kid on Earth, or the mortal world, before I died and was transmigrated into the immortal world. I was on my bed – a bed that I hadn't slept on for over ten years – that comprised of a soft, springy mattress, memory foam pillow and stuffed animals at the side.
Curtains billowed over a window, the soft blue fabric gently swaying over the morning breeze. Apparently I had left the window open because it had been a cool autumn night and I enjoyed the outside air and didn't want to switch on the air conditioner. There was a netting that prevented mosquitoes and other bugs from getting in, but with the temperature this cold, they weren't active at this time of the year anyway.
Beneath the window was my desk, where I had a pile of books stacked to one side, and my stationary packed inside a stylized Pokémon case. My homework, which I had just completed last night or so it seemed, lay in the middle, closed, along with the notepad that contained my scribblings. The sleek shape of my smartphone lay on the edge of the desk closest to my bed, its digital display showing the time.
07:00
"I'm back home?"
Blinking, I glanced around. There was my shelf, stacked with comics – both manga that had been translated from Japanese and older wuxia comics that had also been translated into English (because English was my first language and I sucked at speaking and reading Mandarin). My reading wasn't restricted to just comics, though. An encyclopedia of guns and military equipment was stacked at the bottom row, along with a gun manual. Above those thick books was a row of military sci-fi books featuring space marines fighting against aliens.
A computer screen stood to the side, atop another desk, the monitor blank. It was the same personal computer that I used to read web novels on, as well as their comic adaptations.
What? I told you that I had read a dozen or so web novels that featured all the same formulaic narrative of betrayal, arrogant young masters and a never-ending cycle of power-ups, map changes and clan exterminations. I read them and their web comic adaptations on my computer, not my phone. It was a little embarrassing, but my smartphone was an old model and thus couldn't properly load the web comics. Besides, I prefer reading on a bigger screen. Not only that, I used my computer for everything I did, from reading to writing to playing computer games. I mostly played shooter games such as Titanfall and other military shooter games. It was thus convenient to have everything installed in a single place. I relied on my computer a lot more than my smartphone.
I noticed that my vision was blurry. Fumbling about, I spotted my pair of glasses right next to my smartphone. Oh, right. Before I transmigrated into the immortal world, I was suffering from myopia and needed to wear glasses. It was my fault for staring at the computer screen for too long – but it was totally worth it, given that I read a lot of admittedly trashy web novels and web comics.
Putting my glasses on, my sight sharpened and everything came into clearer view. Daylight gently streamed in through my window, illuminating my room and I could see that everything was back in place, the way I left it about eleven years ago.
"…I'm home."
Mumbling to myself, I tried to drag myself out of bed. As I did so, there was a knock on the door. A second passed, and then the knob twisted, and my father stepped in.
"Cong? Oh, you're already awake?"
I stared at Dad, and for a moment, I felt almost overwhelmed.
This was my dad. My real, original dad. Not the one in the Shu family manor during my third life. This was my father who brought me up when I was just a normal human being without any stupid cultivation powers, who molded me into the person I was today. The man who looked after me when I was a child, who introduced me to these wuxia novels and movies, guns and military fiction. The guardian who was always there to protect me when I was bullied.
"Dad…"
"Cong? Are you all right?"
I realized that tears were spilling from my eyes, unimpeded. I forced a smile and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm all right. It's just…just that it has been a very long time."

Full Title: Betrayed by the Hero Party, a Kind Person is forced to transform into a Demon, after which he schemes his Revenge and eventually becomes the successor to the Demonic Emperor.

Another stupid cliched revenge story. Warning: Gore (?), Mature and stuff...you know, because this is a revenge story, so expect high levels of violence.

Comrades with the Hero, Herman, and being proposed to by the Priestess Irene, who claims to love him...
Even though the members of the Hero party had their flaws and foibles, the ice mage, Klein Pearson, continued to fight alongside them against the legions of the Demonic Emperor, for the sake of humanity. For he is a "kind person" who wishes to protect the innnocent and minimize the casualties suffered by ordinary but stalwart human soldiers.
However, in order for the party to survive against a formidable foe, they sacrificed Klein and callously left him for dead, just so they could make their own escape.
With his legs chopped off and his route of escape sealed, Klein Pearson is left to face the wrath of the demons alone.
But...if he survives, he might just be able to become the next Demonic Emperor and command the scattered Legions against the "strongest Hero party."
Now then, let the revenge begin.

Porter bought these expensive comics not only for his own collection. He only wanted one of them for himself. Most of them would be used to create gimmicks and sold when the right offer came along.
These comics, therefore, were an investment.
Li Du gasped in amazement when he found out about Porter's future plan. America was truly worthy of being the center of global economy and finance. Anything here could be marketed and used to make money.
Porter now had a different opinion about Li Du and Hans. He accepted them as true friends because they had helped him.
Therefore, when he found out that they did not understand the investment in the comics industry, he simply explained it to them.
Investing in comics to make money could be very complicated. After all, to balance the return on investment, the value of the comics collection had to be high. 
"While it's important to pay attention to the imaginary, artistic and humorous nature of the work itself, the historical background and specific age of the work also has its value. These factors affect the significance in collecting the comics. 
"A comic does not only hold value in the entertainment industry. A comic has two major values, age and symbolism.
"For example, Superman's symbolic value is in creating a new era of superhero comics. Another example is Captain America, whose greatest symbolic value is that he represents the rise of American culture around the world."
When Porter talked about comics and investments, it totally changed his image of an introverted shy boy. His speech flowed freely and effortlessly.
He has been in this field for a long time. Now that he had opened a comic shop, he was ready to use this as a starting point and eventually enter the big screen and the animation industry. DC and Marvel were his goals.
After learning about the industry from Porter, Li Du and Hans were ready to leave after they had collected the money.
Li Du wanted to fly back to Phoenix at once, but Hans stopped him. "Wait, we have not had a chance to appreciate the local culture yet."
Li Du looked at him suspiciously. "Appreciate the culture? Do you by any chance mean exotic dancers or anything?"
Hans looked indignant. "What do you mean? Am I such a person in your eyes?"
Li Du nodded firmly.
Hans gave him a slight, resentful shove. Then he said, "Don't go in a hurry. There is actually a warehouse auction here. According to my information, there will be some good stuff at this auction."
This was his job. Li Du had nothing to say against that and decided to stay to participate in the auction.
In addition, he was not too eager to leave, as he had not tasted the local specialty foods yet. A foodie like him found it hard to leave without sampling the local cuisine.
Because of the large number of immigrants in the area, Miami's food and beverages had a multi-national character. There were authentic Cuban, Haitian, Brazilian and other Latin American gourmet restaurants.
The authentic Cuban cuisine was especially hard to come by and could not be found in Phoenix. Cuban food combined the flavors of the Caribbean, Africa, and Latin America, creating countless delicious combinations.
Li Du had decided his choice of dinner would be Cuban cuisine.
When Porter found out that they would stay in Miami to participate in the auction, he enthusiastically invited the group to continue staying in the villa. At the same time, he could tag along to the warehouse auction.
Of course, he was not trying to make a profit. He just wanted to see something new.
However, Porter usually stayed in California, so he was not familiar with the food, beverages and dining places in Miami. Therefore, they had to count on Hans on this one.
Hans shook his head and said, "Don't waste your time. This is a good opportunity for you to improve your relationship with Ariana. Go and tell her that you are going to entertain us but you are unfamiliar with the area and need her help."
Porter hesitated and said, "But this would put her to trouble, wouldn't it?"
Hans rolled his eyes. "Making love is even more of a trouble, so would you guys not have sex then?"
Porter muttered in embarrassment, "We are just friends now. It's not like you think."
Li Du believed that, as Ariana was not a type of girl to turn heads. If Porter was attracted to her, it was not due to her beauty or sex appeal.
Hans had a good point, though. Porter called Ariana, who happily agreed to be their guide, and told them to come to a restaurant called Italian Latino.
This time, Ariana was dressed in her normal casual style. She was gentle and cultured, which were rare qualities. Perhaps this was what attracted Porter.
Ariana arrived at the restaurant some time ahead and booked a table in the southwest corner. It was relatively quiet, with large floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides with the great view of the beach and greenery.
After they sat down, Ariana introduced them to the unique food in Miami. She obviously did her homework in advance and it was very interesting to get to know the local dining customs.
"The restaurant I chose is not one of the large ones, but if you want to taste authentic Cuban cuisine, you have to go to a Cuban snack bar," Ariana explained.
Li Du glanced around and said, "It looks great."
Ariana asked about their preferences in food and, together with Porter, helped them to place their order.
Li Du chose two large French baguettes. It was more than just plain bread. There were ham, roast pork, and cheese, along with mustard and pickles to complement the dish.
The waiter repeatedly confirmed, "Do you want two portions? Two?"
Li Du nodded and the waiter said, "One portion weighs five pounds, sir. So are you sure you want two?"
He nodded again. This was for Godzilla. Ten pounds of food would be Godzilla's appetizer at most.
Ariana ordered a classic ropa-vieja. "This is a signature of Cuban cuisine, cooked with chopped steaks, tomatoes, and peppers, and served with fried plantains, black beans, and yellow rice."
Other orders were marinated fried pork, fragrant roast chicken, Cuban barbecue, red bean rice, Cuban meat noodles, and curried goat meat.
Li Du wanted to order a salad. Ariana smiled and said, "No, the boss will send us a Latin American fruit smoothie. It's refreshing and appetizing. I think you guys will be very pleased."
When the waiters started serving them, Ariana asked for two more bowls of soup, spicy pumpkin and signature cornmeal.
Cuban dishes had a unique flavor that Li Du had not tasted before.
Although someone else made this food, he still gave it a try. However, in his heart, the most delicious food was always what he cooked himself.
The ropa-vieja tasted good. The soup was very rich and mellow. It had a sourish taste, which was refreshing.
Li Du ate this dish of soup together with the red bean rice and enjoyed the combination.
Ariana was very friendly and spent dinner telling them about the food and beauties of Miami. When the dinner was finally over, she asked, "Do you have a tour plan for these two days?"
Hans shook his head.
"Then I will arrange for you guys, okay?" Ariana asked kindly.
Hans shook his head again. "Thank you, but we have some business to handle."


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

Her morning went more peacefully than she had expected, the rain held off until she entered her building so she was able to avoid getting wet. Considering the contradicting weather in Canada there was no certainty that this luck would last. In the morning it could be a sunny day but by the end there would be a full hail storm with the sun still up in the air. In the beginning of this job she wanted to keep spare clothes at the office just in case but hated the idea of it being accessible to anyone. At most, she kept a pair of heels under her desk for her to change into every morning.
Her office itself was a private business firm that mainly did consulting and took care of legal issues. It was tough work and included lots of reading but she enjoyed the fast face environment. There was also a fair bit of variety, in the morning she could be negotiating a simple licensing contract and in the evening talking to high profile criminals. She grew up watching crime documentaries and tv shows, it wasn't a hard decision when she went into law. It was partially a selfish decision, becoming a lawyer would award her a certain status and protection. The pay was also nice enough to stop her from being a complete stay at home potato. She liked to skim over her law school years because those were painfully long and were the darker times of her life.
It was quite ironic to her that she was spending so much time worrying about a potential stalker when she was in contact with bigger criminals everyday. The topics would range from money laundering to sometimes murder, yet she was never afraid of them because she held the power. They needed her for their trial so it would not do them any use to get rid of her. Her success rate was very high so she never worried about revenge after she failed either. There was a clear contract and discussion with the clients about her probability of success and what they would have to accept if they wanted her. All of this experience and interactions that part of her was surprised it even took that long for her to gain some criminal action in her life. Not that she hadn't had run ins with the law but after she had started working here there was nothing. So for around five years she was peaceful and that is why she took this incident more seriously. 
If there was one thing she learned is that to forgo an incident as a one time incident could lead to death. Especially as a coloured woman in this society she was already at a disadvantage. Finishing up her lunch she quickly refreshed herself before picking up her phone. There were at least twenty more minutes left of her break and she could use it to research. Pulling up Reddit she typed in "I think someone is stalking me" into the search bar and hundreds of different threads appeared. She knew a generic statement like that could trigger so many other posts but it was overwhelming how many there were. There were even posts from yesterday from a woman in the UK. What was nice that on Reddit you could post your problems and only really need to give age and sex as identifiers. It helped the readers understand better what was going on and the age dynamics at play. 
The first thread she saw was a thirteen year old girl describing her getting stalked at a local mall. Thought nothing of it, person did not look harmless till he went to the fake school name she gave and researched about her. She found out through a friend and in the middle of the night received a text message from this stalker saying "why did you have to lie about where you go to school."
'Oh my, this is what I mean when I say there is no real privacy anymore. That's so creepy.' The comments below were just telling her to keep records and tell her parents so that they can contact the police. Yet, while that was great advice for a thirteen year old it wasn't the same for a twenty-six year old lawyer. She already knew what they had advised but she was looking for something more. On a behavioural analyst perspective or self defence basis was her main intention. It was annoying that in Canada there were laws against weapons and the hidden variety so a pen knife for example was illegal. She couldn't carry anything inconspicuous without risking her job, even if she had it and no one knew it was fine. The issue was that she wanted to keep it and use it if need be, however the damage she does to them would be under question too. 
'This is so frustrating.' Switching in and out of different threads she began to skim them for any similar situations and any advice that would work from her. After 30 or more posts she closed her phone and rubbed her eyes in irritation. Her brain hurt from all the back and forth in her mind from both thinking she was doing too much and doing too little. The best test would be to carry her umbrella like a weapon and hope that no one follows her back home. If they do then she can confirm that she is being followed for sure and probably stay over at a friend's house. She did see that a lot of people asked their friends to take them to their car, she could enlist a couple of her coworkers until the subway at least. 'Okay that's enough I'm done thinking about it for now.'
Pushing her personal phone back into her work drawer she went back to her work. There was a pile of contracts sitting on her desk and all were new cases she hadn't seen before. Just as she was getting into the rhythm she felt a coworker tap her on the shoulder. Looking back it was one of the secretarial staff in the building. They weren't close friends but definitely on friendly terms since Jane and her started around the same time. 
"Hey, Jane what's up?"
"There's a package for you in the front, I was going to bring it to you but the mailman insists you sign off."
"A package for me?"
"Yeah....but its a bit weird."
"What do you mean?'
"Well....come see for yourself."

Is there no escape?

Adaya wanted nothing more than to be free but when she is unexpectedly murdered by her ex boyfriend her life is drawn to an end. Only a bitter laugh was left in her as the life faded from her body, "so this is my end...can you move the light please I'm trying to die."

"Miss what are you saying?? Miss you won't die, please open your eyes!"

"Miss??" She opened her eyes only to find herself in a fantasy realm with a new body, family and life. It didn't take long before she realized that she transmigrated into a novel but wait.. "why is the male lead my stalker ex boyfriend?" I WANT A REFUND.

I started getting bored with chaos magick, well not bored so much as getting used to it. I need constant change otherwise I get bored. I need puzzles, I need adventure, I need.... superpowers?

I decided to look into psychic abilities, telekinesis, telepathy, astral projection, things like that. Although they fall under chaos magick they are technically a specialization of their own, called psionics.

As with usual I set out to do research on the subject in preparation for practicals. To get any good information on psionics is a pain in the ass, to say the least. A simple google of the phrase "psionics" lead me down a path of D&D and XCOM, neither of which had any roots in reality so google was utterly useless. I turned to Reddit and its community of wonderful people. Truthfully speaking Reddit is one hell of a source when it comes to occult studies, just don't ask about demon summoning. I asked about psionics on a group r/psionics. It is there where I met the person I will come to call master(u/boxofmelons), although it kinda annoys him.

Psionics has a lot of similarities with chaos magick and yet they are also quite different. Psionics is about using your chakras (and chi if you want to) whereas chaos magick is more about tricking your subconscious into performing magickal acts. I chose psionics exactly for that reason. I needed training in energy manipulation and I felt that psionics would be best suited for the job. It was through my master that I started learning about my chakras and psi. I learned how to feel the energy and manipulate it. On his Reddit page, he had exercises aimed at beginners to teach the basics.

I asked him why he doesn't have more tutorials and he said that it's because every person is different so there is no "one fits all" way to doing psionics. So this is where psionics is quite similar to chaos magick. You can manipulate techniques to fit you and still get the same result its not necessary to go dig up a million-year-old book on a technique for manipulating your energy.

I read all his posts and I went and read as much as I could on the Reddit page. Because the information on Google was so diluted, finding this Reddit page was like striking oil. I absorbed as much as I could in preparation for starting with my practicals.

[Scene- Alex was playing a adult game and soon he finished it within half an hour. He stretched his hands and legs and thought in his mind- "This one is also a boring and easy game. It's easy to train the slaves. Boring. "]
Then he went to sleep. Alex used to live alone as his parents died two years ago in a car accident. The things they left behind was some money, a bungalow and a huge empty garage(which can hold upto 50 cars in the top and in the underground floor) with a basement in the underground. 
After sometime he suddenly heard a voice in his head-
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION- HOST CHOSEN.  ACTIVATING SLAVE SEX DOLL TRAINING SYSTEM.  SYSTEM ACTIVATED.. REWARDS- 
ENERGY - 40
MAGIC POINTS- 20
TECHNOLOGY POINTS- 20
CREDITS-  40]
Alex jumped out of his bed and looked around and saw nothing and thought that maybe he heard it wrong. But suddenly he heard another thing in his head- " I'm in your head. I'm the System. Now obey me as I will lead you to glory. "
Alex- " Woow. Are a system like those comics? What kind of powers do you have? Why did you chose me?" (Alex asked.)

System- " I'm Slave Sex Doll system. I train Slave Sex Dolls. You can gain powers but that's upto you. I will take over your body and control it until or unless you become strong. You're too weak, so just sit back and enjoy. I chose you because you're the most perverted person in this world right now."
[   ¤ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION- CONGRATULATIONS ON BEING THE FIRST SLAVE TRAINERAND SLAVE TRADER OF THIS WORLD.
  * MARK OF SLAVE MASTER ACQUIRED *   ]

System- " But firstly before you ask anything stupid let me tell you the things that you should know. 
1st, You  can now see your attributes just like in the game and can strengthen himself by putting stats points in different stats like- Strength,  Vitality/Health,  Intelligence,  Stamina and Agility/Speed.
2nd, Energy Points are used when master uses anything which he bought from the system.

3rd, Magic points are used to buy magical things.

4th, Technology points are used to buy high-tech things.

5th,  Credit System information is not necessary for Master right now. But in short it can be used to buy things of this world."

6th, I will control your body and help you until or unless you dont train 2 slave sex dolls. After that you will have to do it on your own and I will only give you advice.
And lastly this system is a trader system connected to various world's with advanced technology and world's with magic.  You have endless opportunities but you have to trade things by going to different worlds. Get ready."

[ HOST HAS BEEN CHOSEN ]

SYSTEM INSTALLATION.....

1....2....3...4.....

Thus his story to rule the whole world began with a pervert's system.
Alex- " System why did you choose me?"
System - " Because you're the world most perverted person. Your ranking is no.1. So the slaves you train will be best and most perverted, enough to sanity every needs. Thus you met system's requirements. "


Not for kids.. (^-^) 18+ story..

Vol 1 - 01: DEATH

###| Main Character(MC)'s P.O.V |###

My life was below the average but could be considered better than many. I grew up in an orphanage, never knowing my parents, was emancipated after graduating ninth grade, worked a part-time job as a cashier in one of the chain convenient stores while attending senior high, and became full-time worker after graduating. I didn't continue to college because I didn't have time and fund. I was currently enjoying all the myriad benefits of bachelor-pad life. Age twenty-four. No significant other.

I wasn't exactly short or frumpy or hideous or anything. But when it came to the opposite sex, apparently I had nothing to offer. What do you expect? I was only a senior worker in a convenient stores franchise, never getting a chance to promote because I only had senior high school's diploma. I was self-conscious of my lifestyle and it became a wall that prevented me to have a serious relationship. At least, I could still sate my biological need by visiting a brothel.

As I was lying on my pooling blood, I recalled my life since I became aware of the world around me. Strangely enough, my memory was very clear. I could recall all the details in my memory as if they only happened yesterday even though the events happened years ago. The so-called revolving lantern phenomenon, I supposed.

Yes, I was currently dying. Why I was dying? It was due to the robbery that happened so abruptly. I was in the middle of my 8 hours midnight shift when the robber entered the store and pointed their gun at me. I used "They" to refer the robber because they wore a baggy hoodie and mask that gave no physical characteristics whatsoever, not even giving out their gender.

I was dumbfounded when they pointed their shaking gun on me. If I was calmer, I would recognize the inexperienced robbing attempt before me. However, I was dumbfounded and terrified when a gun was pointed to me. My dazed state seemed to drive them to the edge. In the end, they pulled the trigger and shot my chest.

The bullet punched through my skin, tissue, and muscle, slipping through the gap between my ribs, and puncturing my right lung before coming out through my back. Then excruciating pain and agonizing heat came afterward. It was the most painful experience I had the displeasure to feel.

When the robber finally realized what had happened, they quickly left me alone without uttering a word. I fell down the floor and wet sensation quickly pooled under me. I wanted to move, but I couldn't. I watched the ceiling blankly as my lifeblood drenched my shirt and back. But, man, was my chest burning. So painful. Beyond anything I'd describe as pain.

'What's up with that? It's hurt so much... Gimme a break!'

[Confirmed. Nullify Pain…successfully acquired.]

Now the burning feeling on my back was starting to fizzle out. Instead, an intense, frigid cold was attacking me from head to toe. Like, the pain and the heat were pretty well gone by now. It was just cold. Cold as hell. I felt as if I was gonna freeze in place. Who knew dying could keep you so damn busy? Just then, what remained of my increasingly oxygen-deprived brain cells chanced upon a flash of stupid thoughts.

'Shit! Am I going to die alone here? Who am I kidding? I am going to die for real. Fuck! I hope I am going to be reincarnated in another world like those protags in fan-fictions…'

I didn't know what was possessing me to have that idiotic thought. Maybe, I was just desperate and scared, I supposed. I didn't know what would happen next after my death. I wasn't a believer of a religion. No time to join a religion. No one taught me to be a believer. However, I entertained my crazy thoughts, wishing to be reincarnated in another world like what happened in the fan-fictions I read in my free time.

As an aside, I was a nerd. Some would even call me a weeb. But, I didn't care. Animations and Comics from Japan were the sources of comfort in my shitty life. At least, they are number two. Sex was number one, of course.

'Man… If I get a chance to be reincarnated in another world, what kind of world is that? I hope it is a world based on Japanese animations and comics. Those fan-fictions went on like that, after all. I wonder if I will be reincarnated in Earthland… the world of Fairy Tail by Hiro Mashima…'

[Confirmed. Setting the destination…successfully set.]

Why Fairy Tail? You probably wondered in confusion. Allow me to enlighten you, uncultured swine. You see, even though I hated the plot of FairyTail due to the bullshit "Power of Friendship" that often used to deal with the ridiculous enemies that should kill the protagonists, I still liked Fairy Tail because of the art! Yes, I liked Fairy Tail due to Hiro Mashima's drawing. That "mangaka" knew very well how to draw fair ladies for his comics.

'If I get reincarnated in Earthland, I would build a harem full of those hot chicks! I know having a harem in real-life seems unrealistic. Maybe, if I met with a Random Omnipotent Being after my death, I will request for the power to make girls madly in love with me?'

[Confirmed. Transcendental Charm…successfully acquired.]

'Yes. I am going to just do that! Still, it will be good if I got reincarnated years before the canon start. Perhaps, around the time when the likes of Mira are still an impressionable little girl?'

Well, I liked Mirajane Strauss as a female character in Fairy Tail. Therefore, if there was a chance for me to get reincarnated in Earthland, she was on my top priority to convert. As a matter of fact, I would do just that by all means necessary.

[Confirmed. Setting time coordination…successfully set.]

'But… Earthland was portrayed as a very dangerous place with those magical beasts, dark mages, demons, gods, dragons, and misanthropic immortal hellbent for the world's destruction. I will ask for another cheat if I ever meet a random omnipotent being! Yes. I will ask for a cheat that allows me to master any magic I want!'

[Confirmed. Transcendental Magic Affinity…successfully acquired. Magic Creation…successfully acquired.]

'Additionally, I want to have a huge magic core and second origin that can produce magic energy endlessly. Yep. There is no use for cheat mastery of magic if I don't have a magic core that makes 10% of residents of Earthland can use magic.'

[Confirmed. Transcendental First Origin…successfully acquired. Transcendental Second Origin…successfully acquired. Fuse Transcendental First Origin and Transcendental Second Origin...Transcendental Cores...successfully acquired.]

'But, only cheats for magic won't be enough. I will ask for the indestructible, ageless body so I won't die from being killed or from old age! And when I get reincarnated, I wish to be in my late teen, around the early twenties, perhaps? There's no way I would like to start from a baby!'

[Confirmed. Unbreakable Body…successfully acquired. Immortality…successfully acquired. Setting age…successfully set. Preparing the body…successfully prepared.]

'Fuck! The hell I am thinking. There is no way something like that will happen. It only happens in fictions for fuck's sake! Maybe, my fear for the unknown after the death messed up my already messed mind. I read too many reincarnation fan-fictions, damn it!'

I finally realized how stupid I was for rambling and deluding myself, wasting my precious time as I was dying. There was no way I would be reincarnated in a world based on animation and comics. It was due to despair and fear that my mind entertained such crazy thoughts, I supposed. Even so, I should use my remaining time for better stuff. Well, now I didn't have more time. I saw the darkness slowly creeping in from the edge of my field of vision.

'There is no use… Tonight, I will die for real… What a shitty life…' was my last lament before I blacked out.

###| Author's Thought |###

The idea for the scene above came from the prologue of "That Time I Got Reincarnated as Slime". My protagonist will be Overpowered. VERY (capitalized for a reason) Overpowered with his absurd skill-set. If you dislike the genre "harem", "overpowered protagonist", "corruption" and "manipulation", you better drop this story as soon as possible. I won't mind since I write this story for my own guilty pleasure.

Regarding harem, well, I have chosen Mirajane Strauss as a candidate for now. You are probably wondering if my protagonist will visit other universes or not. Don't worry because he will visit the other universes to increase his harem, but it is still a far plan. I am currently in the middle of completing the draft for Fairy Tail Arc.

Next chapter will be released soon, and by "soon", I mean in a few days. Thank you.

###| Word Count |###

Chapter: 1343

Author's Thought: 143

Total: 1486

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