An isekai but I’m trying my best to make the MC a reasonable person, not a goody two shoes or a bastard.

Enter the world of Kellin Kane as he journeys through many worlds and dimensions he and his unique group of friends travel through! Set in the bustling streets of Midtown Manhattan, Kellin writes about his experiences and discovers many secrets about his family and friends and the role he plays in this rollercoaster of a story.

Chapter 09: LUNAMAYAの日誌

I began the inspection of the books on the left side shelves.

"Ohhh!!!"

I involuntarily shouted.

The ship is indeed a gold mine.

As I scanned through the first book, it would seem that the previous owner of the he ship collected a lot of magic books, and written here are books about magic.

Looks advanced from the way it was written: (MAGIC TRANSMUTATION), (MAGIC ENGINEERING), these seem a bit complicated for an average mind like mine but I should be able to decode it in a due time.

I am certain that the author was definitely from another world. As the characters used in the writing was in Japanese.

Although I am not Japanese or a Japanese Language teacher, I did study the language as a hobby (anime, manga, games and light novels you see…). Some terminologies written in Katakana are going to be hard to decode but as I had mentioned earlier, it should be possible in due time.

"It would seem that the previous captain was Japanese... Look like I am not the only one who got transmigrated to this world..."

I should start practicing basic magic. Although most of the books were advanced magic, it did have some basic magic books on it, it also had alchemy books on it too.

I have scanned through the last shelf to the left, so it was time to read the books on at the right.

There were a lot of book here but there were some books which were quite unique, they were bound by leather. When I opened one of the books, it had "Lunamaya's Journal" written on it.

"…So Lunamaya was the name of the previous Captain."

The journal seems to be well written, just like the hand writing in the magic and alchemy books.

"When my family died with the espionage hunting.... decided to go for a journey."

"Looks like my family had secretly stashed a ship they could not decipher and lead to the suspicion that they were spies from another country or were harboring spies."

It would seem that the previous owner was from a well off family, but something happened that lead to the espionage hunt and they were victims... or perhaps it could be the truth without the knowledge of the previous captain... anyway they were killed.

Since she was had escaped the fate her parents received she instead used the ship to travel around.

With a lot of sessha and degozaru in the text I should surmise that the Japanese was from a time of the olden Japan… perhaps simply a quirk of the previous captain…

"Ha?"

"It's empty." I scanned the entire journal from the same shelf, but they were all empty. Judging from the sheer numbers, she must have kept track of her journey. There must be a mechanism to read it, but as of the moment it should be beyond me...

"Well, judging that the previous captain was a practitioner of magic that must be the trick."

...Magic.

A lone male was sent to another world. 

Was he summoned as a hero he did not know. 

After all he was alone in a beach, he does not possess any cheat abilities, or powerful equipment. He has nothing  but his white t-shirt, black pants, back shoes and a ship...

Just as the appraiser predicted, his items were scheduled in the first half of the session.
The auction did not sell all the necklaces at once. Instead, they divided them and presented one each time several other lots were sold.
Angor's products were low-class storage holders. He originally estimated that each item would earn him twenty to thirty thousand crystals, but the actual bidding price went a little higher because there was competition. This was also the reason why he took the items to the auction instead of selling them to other shops.
After paying auction commission and part of the income to Sunders, Angor believed that each necklace would bring him about ten thousand crystals. Selling four meant 40,000 in total. This was a big fortune even to some of the most powerful wizards.
Despite that, when compared to the prices of other lots, forty thousand crystals was like a drop in the ocean—completely negligible.
Angor was hoping that he could use the money to buy some materials that he might use in the future, but in the end, he simply gave up because the final bid of every single item would reach at least ten thousand.
He might be able to afford one or two lots, but he was not going to stock something he couldn't use any time soon.
Sunders, on the other hand, won several spell mediums that were commonly used by wizards to cast spells easier. At the same time, such items could assist wizards to create new forms of spells. As a truth-finder wizard, most of Sunders' spells were unique. Still, the gentleman would like to constantly discover new ones.
The auction entered a brief resting session after the 100th item was sold. There would be ten minutes for them to rest. In addition to letting their customers catch some respite, the auction also meant to tell them that those who couldn't participate in the competition for the better items should leave as soon as possible.
During the "2nd session", Angor noticed that the starting bids of the items were still acceptable.
There were more interesting entities being shown here, such as otherworldly slaves.
"This creature can only speak lies…"
"This is a Finkenel. While 95% of its body resembles us humans, its internal layout is completely different…"
"Someone sent us two slaves. A Multi-Eyed Demon and a Grave Ghoul…"
Most of the slaves were extremely expensive because bringing them here required a huge amount of effort, such as transporting them across thousands of different planes. Listening to Melantha's explanation also helped Angor earn some basic insight into the countless foreign planes out there.
There was a 3rd session of the auction. Angor knew that he could do nothing more than observing it since the bids would start at seven digits minimum. These lots were only intended for high-level wizards.
Soon, Angor's Bloodrose Vein was brought up.
The bid for the simple yet generally useful material easily reached 230,000 crystals, which was 30,000 higher than the appraiser's estimated value.
Angor had to give 150,000 to Sunders as well as a percentage as the commission fee, leaving him a net profit of about 60,000 crystals.
The successful sale made him understand why so many wizards, including Sunders, considered Nightmare Realm a treasure vault. Each wizard-level monster was like a walking pile of money, and the Nightmare Realm was full of them! Too bad Angor couldn't defeat them yet.
As the auction approached its end, even though he was not the one buying, Angor still felt his heart racing in excitement when the following bids reached ten million or more.
When it was time for the last two items, Melantha took out a scroll from a safe storage and showed it to the participants.
Angor looked and did not find any energy signatures on the item, which meant it was an ordinary scroll used for recording information instead of a magic scroll.
There was only a simple line of words written in an ornamental style used in ancient times, which was exposed on the outside. There was no other decoration or binding on it.
"It's written by wizards from the old days?" Angor muttered. The texture of the scroll suggested that it existed before paper was invented.
But he denied that idea when he noticed that he could actually read the line of words.
"'Travel in Dreamland'?" he read the name aloud. "Is it like the traveling diary written by Feinwerder?"
Sunders, who had been staying quiet most of the time, gave Angor a quick answer, "Yes, that should be it."
It took Angor some time to comprehend those words, which were irrelevant to his question. "Is that the scroll that contained Nightmare Realm-related information that you mentioned before?"
Sunders nodded. "I heard that the scroll is called 'Travel In Dreamland'."
"Did ancient wizards call Nightmare Realm the 'Dreamland'?" Angor wondered.
He went through his memory, but he did not find anything that was related to such a name.
He thought his professor might be cultured enough to provide an answer, but Sunders only shook his head upon hearing Angor's next question.
"I've heard about the Fantasy Realm and Fantasy Plane. But no, I know nothing about this 'Dreamland' place."
Melantha was now speaking to everyone using her magic-enhanced voice, "Travel in Dreamland is a travel journal left by a wizard from primeval times."
The other wizards looked at each other in doubt. What was so special about someone's journal? Even the journal of an ancient wizard did not hold much value because "modern" wizards would usually do better and faster jobs traveling to other planes and realms. They did not understand why the auction decided to place the scroll so late in the queue.
Unless… the item contained some special information or that the item developed its own intellect and became alive, like how Elder of Books of Brute Cavern was born from a book.
Some of the wizards who heard about the scroll beforehand, including Sunders, remained patient and waited for Melantha's further explanation.
"Before you believe this to be another ordinary travel diary, I should tell you that according to our most trusted appraisers, the 'travel' written in the title referred to the Nightmare Realm…"
Someone immediately protested. The name of Nightmare Realm was made known to wizards several centuries ago, and only a few people managed to get there and return. How did the auction ascertain their conclusion?
The "most trusted appraisers" might not be as credible as they claimed to be.
Without minding the opposing ideas, Melantha continued, "The consignor told us that the scroll holds some secrets related to some of the core areas of Nightmare Realm, which includes but not limited to, the locations of wonderful treasures. Now, we shall begin bidding at 600,000 magic crystals. If anyone is interested, you know what to do."
This was the highest starting price seen today.
Melantha waited for a while, only to see several impolite apprentices booing at her. Then she glanced at the third level where the VIP rooms were located. Truth was, the scroll was intended for VIP guests since only a selected few among them knew how to explore elements related to the Nightmare Realm.
Yet Melantha was getting a bit uneasy when she saw no response from the VIPs either.
"Nobody heard about this 'Dreamland' before, Melantha, and the auction only gave us empty words. How do you prove to us that the scroll is really connected to Nightmare Realm?" Someone who sounded pretty old spoke from Room 011, which was right next to Sunders' room.
"That's Old Qetesh from Sleepless City. So he came as well… Just right. He once found a fortune from Nightmare Realm too."
"You mean—" Angor widened his eyes.
"Yes. He once entered Nightmare Realm and somehow escaped alive while bringing some extra items with him."
Any wizard who went into the Nightmare Realm would tell others that the place was deadly and horrific. Yet every time that there was a rumor or clue about Nightmare Realm, these wizards would go after it faster than anyone else for they knew better than anyone else that great fortune accompanied great danger.
Melantha was a little astonished to hear Qetesh's comment, but she recovered soon enough and put on her professional smile as she said, "As per our agreement with the current owner of the scroll, we cannot read the content. I apologize, Mister Qetesh, for we cannot prove that 'Dreamland' is Nightmare Realm."
"'Our most trusted appraisers', or so you said. So what exactly did they do?" Qetesh's words sounded like sarcasm this time.
"I can assure you that what I have said is the truth." Melantha frowned as she thought about the individual who refused to entrust the other item to Sky Auction. "Mister Qetesh, do you think we, Sky Auction, will ruin our hard-earned fame by presenting a fake scroll to so many customers? Please trust me. I have a reason when I said our conclusion is dependable."
When seeing Melantha using the name of Sky Auction as "insurance", Qetesh decided not to argue with her.
However, not everyone trusted Sky Auction's dignity.
"This is my first time coming here, and I don't give a damn about your credit. You better do something to convince me that I won't be buying a piece of junk, or don't waste my time."
Angor listened to the female voice that he couldn't recognize and looked at Sunders again, hoping for a hint.
"She… why did she come here?" Sunders frowned.
"Who is that, professor?"
Sunders hesitated for a bit and decided to tell his student. "That's Sennefer, a very powerful Bloodline wizard, and one of the high commanders of Moonfrost Union who are in charge of their expedition teams. She stays at the other planes most of the time."
"Sennefer? The 'Witch of Wasteland'?"
Sunders nodded to confirm.
"I see. Sennefer…" Angor repeated the witch's name, about which he heard a lot from Nausica.


A young traveler who receives enlightenment from another civilization is on a mission to save his beloved mentor. In his journey to seek the ultimate truth, he travels extensively and along the way, he experiences some unpredictable encounters. Will he be able to save his mentor or will his path be derailed?

Once again she was sitting at a fast-food joint, waiting for yet another failed friend to return from only God knows where, so she'd have a place to lay her head for the night. She looked around the McDonald, taking everything in. The Wi-Fi warning restriction caught her eye for the millionth time then she turned back to her now cold McCafé. 

She had only herself to blame for all of this and it pained her deeply.

It was summer again- yes summer, her worse time of the year, but that wasn't what troubled her. She was still stuck in this damned city, two years and counting, with no signs that she would be free of it soon. Of all the emotions she'd expected to overwhelm her, numb was nowhere on the list.

She'd willed her subconscious away so she wouldn't feel the pain anymore and just as she'd feared, she couldn't reach it now. All she had left was the stench of failure and an emptiness nothing could fill: not the booze, not the sex and apparently not her new obsession.

Her eyes raised from the little brown journal that Zeus had given her last summer, to the figure in front of her- her dismissive glare came ready too.

"Need company?" the scruffy stranger asked.

Her mind stilled, thinking on how oddly disproportionate the world was. That such a person would approach her was quite insulting. Here in front of her stood the picture of what very well described scum. If he'd had a bath in a week, she'd be surprised. His eyes darted about the cafe erratically and the uneasy in them was unsettling.

"Obviously not yours," she said.

He looked himself over- in a time when she had not lost the ability to feel; she was quite certain she'd feel sorry for him. He turned back to find her eyes fixated on him. 

"Keep it moving, pal." She turned back to the story she was attempting to write. Failed writer surely looked ready to join the list of failures she had going.

The stranger set his medium iced coffee down on the table, right next to her beverage and sank into the adjacent seat. She eyed him and turned back to her journal. He did that to prove a point. It was a public space and a free country.

"Must feel mighty big of yourself." Her eyes remained glued to her journal as she spoke.

He chuckled loudly and her eyes raised to his for a moment then dropped back to her reading. He was human, but he had the mark of an envoy burned into his neck.

"Your assumptions about me are inaccurate miss," he said. She turned her gaze on him. "I asked if you needed company, I never offered mine."

"Yet here you are." She tied her journal shut and relaxed. Her mind took flight and soared about the McDonalds. It settled on the familiar scent of sandalwood and richness of tobacco. She didn't need to turn to know who it was.

"Mr Dante will like a word," the stranger said. He rose as if to indicate that she followed him.

"He knows where to find me."

He started to argue but stopped when he saw the look in her eyes. With a nod, he left her and went to Dante and his little entourage to the far left of her. She watched them through the side of her eyes, trying to mind the story forming in her head. She noticed the envoy start back for her and half-smiled. He reached her and lowered to the seat he just vacated.

"Mr Dante needs a moment, Jade," he said, firmly this time. "I'll have to insist that you come with me."

She looked around the cafe again and sighed. There were too many humans, she would have to use her words this time even though that line of action rarely helped anything.

"Aaron, I will only say this once. Tell Traci I'm not moving an inch. If he needs something, let him come get it. Disturb me again and you will not like the outcome."

He sat there for a moment, wondering two things: how she knew his name and if she was as dangerous as he'd heard she was. He didn't know what to think with the gifted. She shot him a dismissive glare, and he felt a chill travel up his spine. Her abilities may have been exaggerated but her ominous glares were another story. He rose and went back to his boss. 

Evita packed up her table as she listened in on the exchange between Traci and Aaron. Were she merely human, she would worry herself about how they tracked her here but she wasn't. They had their way- the gifted.

As new as she was to their community, she knew enough. They were a privileged lineage blessed with unique abilities and as expected, men like Dante sort to exploit it. She'd been introduced and registered as a gifted. Before her, gifted only ever had the one ability. She was the abnormality, and it made her highly sorted after by the high tier clans.

The Conquered Colony only knew of three of her abilities and she couldn't comprehend their reaction if they discovered her other diverse abilities that only seemed to multiply the more she used them.

"Jade." His familiar intoxicating voice came from above her. The Lord of the Lynx Conglomerate, stood almost six feet tall with short auburn hair that framed a well-formed face, was now standing in front of her bent slightly against a walking stick merely for show. Those familiar unreadable grey eyes with a unique golden glint held hers softly. She eyed him and adjusted in her seat. "We need to talk."

"Talk."

"Don't give me that, Jade," he warned quietly. "You have a duty to your kind."

"What is my kind, really Traci?" she asked.

He knew her well enough to know she genuinely meant to know. He sighed visibly, shifted his weight off the cane and eyed the seat in front of her before lowering into it. He set the black glistering stick which looked ominously expensive on the table and turned those bewitching eyes back on her.

"You have no idea the honour your abilities bestow upon you Jade and it makes me wonder if you're deserving of it," he confessed. No response came, so he continued. "To be offered a seat at the table with the elites of the Colony is the grandest of gestures. You simply cannot turn it down. You have a people to serve."

She watched him quietly. She had no words for him. If this was the reason he'd tracked her down again, to force her into their inner bureaucratic nonsense and not even consider the risk of confronting her in a room full of humans, he was more damaged than she'd thought.

"First, you lured me into your world with promises of a better existence, away from human contempt. I fell for it. Then you used me, exploited my abilities and as though that wasn't enough you think naming me an elite will make me easier to use?"

"You're serving the greater good, Jade. Goodness! This is how the world works, and the idea that you can't comprehend that is fucked up!"

Heads turned towards them at his response, and Evita laughed at the absurdity of his outburst. His eyes darkened in anger. One thing the almighty Traci could not stomach was mockery. She raked her fingers through her pitch-black long locks with the patch of silver and rose with a sigh.

"I suppose I cannot change the way the world works, even with all my righteous indignation." She smiled. "But I do get a say in who I let use me and let me make this very clear Mr Dante, it sure as hell isn't going to be you." She strapped her black backpack on, adjusted her blue jean jacket and stormed out of the McDonalds. Zar had better be home when she reached his place.

There's a myth about life's best teachers; an empty pocket, heartbreak, and failure. All three are marked and have Evita beat, and as if all that wasn't enough, she's tossed into a new world that brings its own headaches with no promises of helping her already damned existence.

After leaving the room, while Lucien was walking downstairs, he dispelled the spirit mark he left on Doro, as he didn’t want Smile to somehow find out his own unique way of tracking.
 
Carefully, Lucien approached the back door. Again, with some easy spells, Lucien managed to leave Copper Coronet quietly and no one ever noticed him. Just in case, Lucien took a very roundabout way first, instead of going back to his place directly, 
 
Lying in his bed, Lucien felt kind of encouraged since now he was certain that he was not alone. He was comforted by the fact that there were still other apprentices working hard while carefully hiding from the church. He wondered how many apprentices, sorcerers, and sorceresses were there in Aalto in total.
 
…………
 
In the following few days, Lucien’s life was pretty plain but peaceful. Lucien got up early in the morning to do some work out and then went to work. Sometimes he read music books, and sometimes religion and travel book, sometimes he read in his own spirit library and analyzed the magic structures.
 
Although Pierre could be kind of weird sometimes, when he was reading his music books, Lucien almost couldn’t feel his existence. And luckily, Wolf had been out of town for a while, and no one else in the association would ever give them a hard time.
 
Life was almost perfect these days. The only pity was that Lucien didn’t have a chance to see Ms. Silvia, the famous violinist who was still single. According to Pierre, she was a goddess-like lady and was very talented. Since Pierre kept mentioning her for countless times, Lucien also started feeling curious. However, Mr. Silvia didn’t come to the association very often.
 
While learning music, Lucien was still learning how to read, but the time spent on the latter was much shorter now, since he was learning really fast. Like the rest of the music students, after finishing the class, Lucien would stay at Mr. Victor’s place and start another two-hour piano practicing. Lucien’s quality of being persistent helped him a lot. He never stopped practicing until he had really sore fingers and arms and sweated a lot.
 
The evening was reserved to the study of magic. Nothing could pull Lucien out of the magic world in this period of time.
 
On Friday evening, what Lucien was on his way to auntie Alisa’s place, he noticed there were some doodle-like patterns at the very corner of a wall. Lucien quickly understood what they meant.
 
“Ten o’clock. Saturday night. The abandoned house in the easternmost area in Aderon. Owl.”
 
Lucien’s expression did not change at all. He kept calmly walking toward Alisa’s place as if he had seen nothing unusual.
 
…………
Lucien arrived at the place ten minutes earlier in his black robe, with Ice Revenger on his left hand. Before Lucien left his place, he also checked all the magic reagents in the pockets of the robe.
 
There was neither moon nor stars that night. Thick clouds covered all the light in the sky. 
 
As soon as Lucien arrived, he heard an owl hoot in the darkness. It was Doro standing on the tall willow, serving as a sentinel. Under the tree stood Smile in a black robe. In order to let Lucien recognize him, Smile didn’t wear his hood.
 
“Welcome, Mr. Professor.” Smiled walked toward Lucien and put on the hood, “I told the other members about you, and they were looking forward to your presence. Several apprentices also wanted to ask you for help with some magic problems. Of course, they will pay.”
 
Knowing that Smile was trying to test him, Lucien, however, didn’t feel nervous. He was pretty sure that he was more advanced than most of his peer apprentices, although he couldn’t guarantee that he was able to solve all the problems, “I major in Astrology and Element magic. So if these are questions related to those, I shall be able to help them a bit.”
 
Smile nodded, “Then please follow me, Mr. Professor.”
 
Smile stopped in front of the old wood door of the abandoned place. After knocking on the door in a unique rhythm, Smile mimicked an owl hoot.  
 
A few seconds later, a man wearing the same black robe opened the door slowly. When the man saw Lucien, he slightly nodded towards Lucien, “This must be Mr. Professor, then.”
 
Lucien could tell it was not the man’s real voice as well.
 
“Yes, this is Mr. Professor,” Smile’s voice was also lower than the other night, “and Professor, this is Fire Wolf.”
 
“Nice to meet you.” Lucien lowered his head slightly and greeted him. His left hand stayed in the sleeve, and his Ice Revenger was ready.
 
After walking through the living room and another door, Fire Wolf led them to the storage room. At the corner of the room, there was a staircase that led underground.
 
A basement! He wondered why he never thought about building a basement under his shack, instead of taking the risk and going down into the sewers every time. And at the same time, he could build a bigger crypt in Melzer Black Forest for practicing more powerful spells.
 
This was not a very spacious basement. Eleven low stools were placed surrounding a long table. Flickering candles sparsely illuminated the place. The other eight apprentices were already sitting there. All of them were wearing black robes.
 
Lucien walked downstairs with great caution, followed by Fire Wolf and Smile. They closed the door of the basement before they sat down.
 
“Everyone, today we’re honoured to have Mr. Professor here to exchange ideas and thoughts with us.” Smile stood up and started the introduction, “Mr. Professor is a real sorcerer. I’m sure our apprentice group meeting would benefit a lot from Mr. Professor’s profound knowledge.”
 
Then Smile started introducing the apprentices present one by one, “This is White Honey, Morning Star, Reindeer, White Glove, Oak, Philosopher, Mercury and Hanger.”
 
“The honour is all mine.” Lucien slightly bowed, “Please forgive me for being so direct. I come here largely because of the journal, Arcana. Can I take a look at it first?”
 
“No problem, Professor. Take your time and we can do random discussion first.” Philosopher nodded and slowly handed Lucien a black hardback book. His voice sounded pretty old, “Besides, I heard from Owl that you need a whole set of labwares and I brought them here tonight. I’ll be glad to give them to you as a gift if you can solve a problem for me later.”
 
Lucien didn’t open the book instantly, but carefully checked the cover of the book first.
 
There were a few separate silver lines joining together in the end on the black cover, which formed the word, Arcana, right in the centre. Under the name of the journal, a line of words wrote “Volume 11, the year 392 of Saint Calendar”. There were parchment pages inside it.
 
From the content page, Lucien found there were twenty-four articles in the journal. The first one was Discussion about the Fifth Failure of Finding the New Planets. Lucien felt interested in it and started reading.
 
“The theory of gravitation proposed by Douglas could explain lots of force field spells, even most spells of the Astrology school. Besides, the three laws of planetary motion also derives from that theory, which is of great significance for guiding the field of fortunetelling.
 
“Based on this theory, we have created many new and powerful spells. Thus we can say, if there are two major columns supporting the classical magic system, the theory of gravitation could be valued as the most important foundation for one of the columns — force field study.”
 
……
 
“There is still one question remaining to be demonstrated: The theory of gravitation enables us to figure out many guiding formulas, and thus we know that the continent where we live in also belongs to a planet. The planet keeps rotating and at the same time revolving around the sun, so do the rest of the planets in the sky. Following the formulas mentioned above, we can also locate these planets. 
 
“However, no one, not even the greatest sorcerer or sorceress, ever managed to reach the planets using the most advanced space magic, including me. Even we can calculate the coordinates of them, we can find none of them in the presumed places in space.
 
“When I was trying to cast the advanced space magic, although I could not reach the planet, I could feel the gravity of the target planet from my presupposed transit spot. The planets are there, but at the same time, they are not there.”
 
When Lucien found out that the planets in this world could tell destinies, Lucien was already quite surprised. Now he felt surprised again, and very confused.
 
 


"A falling star has brought the chaos. The throne of fate has lost its master. The nonbeliever who walks in light and darkness will make his debut."
In this magic world, knowledge is power.

my name is Tessa Davidson... a student at SkyFantasia Academy... I plan in my future to become a great scientist or maybe a mage if I'm lucky, it's hard to pass in the exams but it'll be easy if you listen to the teachers carefully, everything they say is a clue to an answer... and every answer is a key to move forward to the future... hahaha that's what my parents say after they finished studying here.... I still don't get it though

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"hey Tes!" Corey shouted making me stop writing... "what is it?" I asked wanting to just keep writing "it's time to pass the journal, oh god... don't tell me you fell in love with the journal already!!! I haven't even confessed my love to you yet...." Corey said... Corey is very flirty, I get it that it's part of his ego, but still... why practice the lines on me? I passed my journal to our teacher so Corey would stop saying that I was in love with the journal... "you happy?" he hugged me as for response... he stopped hugging me and wrote something in his..... journal.....
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"why are you aloud to write in your journal and I can't?!" I asked... "because you know I'll love you more than a silly object ♥" he said said smirking.... ugh...

"listen up class, today we have a very important thing to discuss... we'll be going to travel in the past... were magic and some creatures had never existed yet..." she explained more... and I couldn't believe if she was saying the truth 

 "are you all ready...?" she asked... Corey looked at me, he wants to know my answer... I stepped back, when my teacher noticed she told me to go outside with the rest of the students who stepped back, Corey followed me... I didn't know if he wanted to step back, but he followed me anyways... since we didn't get to do that class it technically mean it's lunchtime already... Corey's mood brightened and we ate lunch together with lily, lily was his little sister... smart and innocent... lily's dream is to become the ruler of earth...

"you guys wanna go ride one of the dragons?" Corey said... lily agreed while I refuse... I texted Leon to give him a sign
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Tessa: good luck!
Leon:????
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even if I refuse, I followed them to go to Leon... Leon seemed confuse on why the three of us went to him, but when he realized why where there, he was about flee and run for it, Corey grabbed him by the shoulder before Leon could've ran "one more time for my sister Leon" Leon didn't want to turn into a dragon and give the two a joyride, but he managed to agree and gave them a ride... I went to the balcony to see them go.. and looked at the view.... 'i wonder how life could've been if magic and spells didn't exist....' i mumbled

A high school with all types of students....

Villia put away the journal which is already shabby due to its age carefully on her bag. 

For Villia, this old journal has become one of her most important possession, as this journal is a journal that has accompanied Father Lichenmi since he's young. His experience, insight, opinion, dreams, and many other things are written in this journal. 

Ensuring the journal is safe in the bag. Villia cast the spell 「Black Color」 on her hair and eyes. It's one of the utility spells she creates by engulfing the part she wants to change the color with shadow, which turn her eyes and hair into black.

The spell is derived from 「Blind Eye」, a skill of Lumina Church which makes the enemy blind for a moment by engulfing their eyes with shadow. All of the victims who got attacked by this magic will have their eyes turns black, which inspire Villia to use this skill to disguise herself, every time she goes to town.

Of course, using this skill on oneself, especially on eyes will make the user blind. But Villia who got the Blessings of Lumina can normally see, no matter how dark or bright it is, which ensure her to use this skill as freely as she likes.

After her hair and eyes change into black, Villia took off the nun's habit she uses while praying and start to wear black clothes that she took from the bag. Villia appearance and vibe drastically changes after she wore the black clothes. It's like they're two different people, yet they're one of the same.

If someone says she's as beautiful and kind as an angel when they saw her in nun clothes, they will also say that she's cold and bloodthirsty more than a demon when she wore those black assassin clothes.

Villia who finish wearing her assassin clothes put on her hood which covers most of her face, while the shadow that engulfs her hair before, will make people unable to look at her face if they didn't look straight at her face. Even so, not many people will try to look at her face as her bloodthirsty aura are enough to scare them away.

All of this is preparation to make her unrecognizable for Trelia Way. Although she's not an assassin of Trelia Way anymore and even Trelia Way might think that she has already died 4 years ago. Being cautious is always better than none, and using her usual appearance while doing her secret job, will only spell doom for her future effort in recruiting believer.

"Status." Villia close her eyes, and silently think of that word inside her mind.

Name: Villia Lainiesta
Title: Fallen Noble Girl, Wise Child, Genius Assassin, A-ranked Adventurer, Corrupt Annihilator, Last Believer of Lumina.
Class: Expert Alchemist (Lvl 3), Advanced Assassin (Lvl 10), Intermediate Nun (Lvl 7), Intermediate Actress (Lvl 6)
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Affiliation: Lumina Church
Talent: Observation (S), Assassination (A), Acting (A), Hidden.
Skill: Blessing of Lumina (Lvl 1), Status Viewer(MAX), Hidden.

A row of words instantly appears inside of her minds. None of this come as a surprise to her, as this is her innate ability, Status Viewer.

Status Viewer — Villia innate ability, a Unique skill among other unique skills, which is rarely granted to people of this world. Many people know about the existent of Unique skills, yet there's no way to prove it, and those who have it would keep their skills a secret from the outside world, lest they meet a mysterious crazy cult who love to dissect people with Unique skills to create the ultimate status stones that can even saw through other Unique skills.

Status stone — it's a stone for which people usually use to look at someone ability, name, race, gender, and age. But Villia Status Viewer can show more things, such as their affiliation, skill, title, loyalty, favorite things, state of mind, every information about the person, animal or things she wants to check, and of course…Talent.

It's easy for Villia to detect someone talent, for which, the best talent she ever saw is S-rank while the worst one is none. 

Every person at least an A-rank talent, and while there's rarely an S-rank talent. Father Lichenmi's one of the people who have an S-Rank talent for Holy Magic, yet unfortunately, he has only got D-Rank talent for preaching which explains why he didn't get even one follower before he meets Villia.  

Villia who has gone to many cities has seen a lot of people with S-rank talent. Weapon talent, diplomacy talent, racial talent, skill talent, artistic talent, commercial talent, farming talent and many more, but most people she meets didn't even realize what their talents is, like the beggar she has met before with S-rank Art talent.

Villia can also show and hide the information she needs, as showing all of it would make her get a mind-state of Information Overloads, and make her fall asleep not long after that. 

Status Viewer divided into active and passive, both have advantage and disadvantage, but she can't activate both of it at the same times. The difference between them is where Villia needs to look at the target to activate the active skill which means no range restriction for it as long as she can see her target while using passive skill mean she will be able to get information about everything in five meter range around her, and it is also the skill she used to find stealth assassins five years ago.

Thinking about it again, she hates everything about this skill when she's a baby. Her skill always stays in a passive state, and it always gives full information about someone, even their relationship, family, etc, and almost make her almost gone crazy because of it. Fortunately, passive skill didn't let her detect death things, such as dust, bed, toys, or any of those things, because she's sure that she will die a day after she's born if that's the case.

Because she didn't have much knowledge about how to deactivate the skill or hide those useless informations when she's baby, she becomes able to learn everything to know about her parents, and also know how her parents support the second prince, who in the end got executed by the crown prince when he becomes a king and causes her family to fell into ruin. Both of his parents got executed for treason while she's sent to slavery at the tender age of four.

It's also because of this skill that she believes in the presence of God. Especially after she got Blessings of Lumina which let her look at bright or dark places like it's any normal day. It's a skill that appears on her status ever since she got promoted from beginner nun to intermediate nun. Of course, she can disable the blessings every time she wants, especially when it's time to sleep, as the blessings will make it too bright for her to sleep, and make it too dark for her to wake up.

Looking at her status again, Villia can't help but feel that she's fortunate having this skill. The skill she has once hate for causing her distress when she's a baby because she didn't know how to deactivate it has turned into an ability that supports her, and let her survive until now. And it's also thanks to this skill that let her know Father Lichenmi didn't have bad intention and followed him around.

This skill has also let her easily becomes an Expert Alchemist. Her Talent in alchemy is supposed to be B, yet she has become an expert in alchemy even before becoming an Expert Assassin, even though her talent in Assassination is A.

Of course, it's not because she didn't train her Assassination skill in these 4 years. In these 4 years, she will always go to adventure guild and get a job for gathering things, killing beast and assassination every time she and Father Lichenmi arrive in a town to earn money. She has trained and assassinates more people, yet! She hasn't become an Expert Assassin!

"It's still level 10…How many experiences needed for it to become Expert Assassination?"

Intermediate Assassination (Lvl.10) (19974/20000).

"I still need 26 experiences to promote it to Advanced Assassination." Villia sigh as she looks at the needed amount of experience for her assassination technique to level up. She only needs a little bit more, just a little bit more and she will become stronger than before! 

The reason she's so fixated in becoming an Expert Assassin comes from the influence when she becomes an Expert Alchemist. The moment she promoted to Expert Alchemist, her insight and perception of alchemy change in an instant as it becomes much more broader than before and her comprehension toward the topic alchemy has also increased by leapt and bounds. Seeing that she only need a little bit more to become an Expert Assassin, Villia unconsciously decide to search for assassination request to become an Expert Assassin, while earning a bit more money to buy … slaves.

Her goal in buying slaves is so the slaves will feel indebted and mostly, loyal to her! Slaves are being that's already weakened, and any act of kindness to them is akin to blessings for them! She who has been a slave before know what it means to be a slave. Living in dark places eating rotten foods, while wishing to get a good master who will not abuse them. Tortured in the name of training, and got sent to death if there's no one willing to buy them.

Who will be more fitting to be her subject to spread the faith, if not a faithless slave that think their god has abandoned them!? Combined with her skill, she would also be able to look for those who can support her to fulfill her goals!

If father Lichenmi is here, he would disagree with her action as soon as she states it out. Buying slaves might not be wrong, yet buying slaves to spread the teaching of their Goddess would be unthinkable for him! It might be alright if she says she wants to buy them and then free them before she teaches them the Goddess teaching, but what's in Villia mind is entirely different than that!

"After all, I'm someone who's taught by Trelia Way, even if the brand is gone, cleared by Father Lichenmi. Some of their teachings will still stay on my heart; after all, I've been living in that places for eight years…"

Villia sigh once again as she looks at her clear white hand, without any picture of Trelia Snake, which occupies her hand. Although she didn't have loyalty to that organization, it's still an organization she has live in for 8 years of her life, forgetting it would be close to impossible.

"I'm sure Father Lichenmi would be able to understand my action."

With a mutter, Villia walks to the north-east direction, the direction that will lead her to Variesz City with the intention to buy a slave and earn some money while she's there. 

The slaves she buys today may also become the pioneer of Lumina Church and become one of her trusted followers in this world. Imagining the scene make her grin, as she wonders what kind of slave she will get today. Preferably, she wants to get a female slave because it's more comfortable that way. But, she will also need some male slaves, because only having female slaves would make people misunderstand and think that it's woman only religion, like Maiden Goddess Nilvaryu, the Goddess of Purity who she secretly respects.

With that goal in mind, she continues her journey to Variesz City, one of the city under the rule of Calmarosh Theocracy — The religious nation who worship Human God Imalos, as the one true God.

Villia Lainiesta, once an assassin-in-training, now is a nun of the forgotten Goddess Lumina.

Swore to fulfill the wish of her benefactor in front of his grave, she will walk her path to revive the now dying Lumina Church. 

With no people restricting her method, Villia Lainiesta will use various way to spread the teaching of Lumina, making it known to people again and create a Holy Kingdom, where every races can live together peacefully!

Kiara Hoffman's POV
After I was being approached by Boss, as he liked for me to call him that, he took me to his secret place. You know, one of those places that no one knows but it was in front of you all the time. Yup, Boss brought me to the lab that was a few blocks away from the boxing arena. It was in Zurich, mind you, the place that I have been sitting since I worked at the travel agency.
 "So, you wanted to kill Charles Debrun. May I ask you why?" He asked as he was arching his eyebrow at me. I scoffed at him as I was crossing my hands in front of my chest.
 "He's my enemy," I said simply. I mean, his father was the enemy of mine so naturally, he was the natural enemy of me
 "Interesting. Do you know why he became your enemy?" He asked again.
 "Does it matter?" I asked as I was putting my hands on the hips. He laughed before he shook his head.
 "As I ask you before, why he is your enemy? Does he kill you, parents?" He asked. I shook my head.
 "Took your virtue?" He asked. I blushed at the blunt question but I shook my head.
 "Took something precious of you then, your research, your reputation, your property?" He asked as I shook my head.
 "None of the things that you asked me. But it is only natural that his father was the enemy of my father. Hence, I will treat him as such. My enemy that is," I said as I was looking at Boss. He was staring at me before he chuckled as he shook his head.
 "Ah, youngsters. So much energy but not so much on the intelligence," he said as I turned sharply at him. I narrowed my eyes at him. My blood was boiling.
 "Listen here, mister—"
 "Did your father told you why Charles' father was being his enemy?" He asked. I blinked a few times. Ever since I met my father, he never told anything about why.
 Why he hated Albert Debrun so much? Why I must take revenge on Charles?
I shook my head as Boss nodded at me.
 "Thought as much," he said before he took something from the shelves. I don't know there was a shelf near the lab.
 "Do you know about this?" He asked me. I shook my head as I don't have any idea or clue about the journal that he held in his hand.
 "This is Albert's journal. Well, a copy. Maybe you should take a look when you were home," he said as he was handing the journal at me. I took it as I was looking at the worn leather and weariness of the journal.
 "How do you know this is his father's journal?" I asked him as he was smiling at me.
 "Easy, because I am his colleague as well as your father's. You will learn everything inside when you read it. Oh, one thing, read it until the end," he said before he shoved me out of the lab as I was looking at the journal. It was not a too light or too heavy read. It was okay to read.
 I shrugged before I went out of the street and took the public transport to my apartment. I lived alone as no one cared enough to know about me. I took a bath as I went to eat some light dinner of yesterday's leftover. Then I went to put it all away and focused myself on this journal of my news reading.
 "Well, it doesn't hurt to read it," I said as I opened the first page and I looked at the cursive handwriting.

Dear Charles,
If you are reading this journal, it means that I am dead and the last defense for the serum has been killed. It was your godfather, the man that raised you. He was my best friend, he and I went back when we were only a toddler. But I have regarded him as my brother.
 The reason why I asked him to raise you was to conceal you from the truth. You have no idea how much it broke my heart to leave you. I know that you never know your mother as she was my wife and colleague in this mission of ours.
 Danial Clarke made sure that we will be working more than we should. I told him to stop but he was obsessed with teleportation. And when I discovered that he has used on his wife of our serum, it broke my heart that she was unable to walk again. More devastatingly, she was with a child. His child to be exact.
 I never knew his child for that matter but know this, do not contact Danial Clarke or his association, including his daughter. You will secure this journal as his goons will search for it. Trust no one, even though it was the woman that you love. Look what happened to Danial's wife.
 You are in Zurich, the capital of finance and banking. I know you will do the right choice to invest in those routes as they will never out. Build your empire and maybe, just maybe you will find justice for our demise.
Forever your loving father,
Albert Debrun.

I never knew that my father was being cruel to my mother. I thought they were in love with each other as my mother said in her letter. Maybe that's why she tried to protect me as she ran away from my father.
 But fate was cruel as I was to be told by my father to use my power for evil, to do his bidding. Now that he was gone, I only know the truth behind everything that I did in my past. A tear was sliding my cheek as I don't recall I ever cried. Even when I read my mother's letter. It was nothing until now.
 Until I know the truth. 
And so, I wept like a baby and I think I might have to forget this vengeance after all. He killed my mother and I have turned that anger into someone innocent. Someone like Charles. I have a new determination in my body as I will be doing some justice for my mother. 
 And some apologies to a certain someone.
In came the morning, I was at the travel agency again as I went to work. I was happy as I was crying all night that I know my eyes most likely be bloodshot. I sighed as I was rubbing my eyes before I saw someone was standing in front of me.
 Charles Debrun.
Was he here to demand justice for his father? Was he here to tell me that he will demand me to go to jail as I will be willing to do so, knowing how much my father has broken his family. I sighed as I went to greet him.
 "Mr. Debrun, was it?" I started the conversation as he was looking at the ground before lifting his hazel eyes to me. I drew a sharp breath as my heart was beating wildly in my heart.
 "We need to talk," he stated. I smiled at him before I looked around. There was no one but it was hardly the rush hour yet.
 "You mean, right now?" I asked him as he nodded. I looked at my watch as it was 9 AM. I should check-in and maybe asked him to talk with me tonight, maybe go out to dinner, my treat of course. It was the least I can do to him.
 "I'm working right now. Perhaps if you are not too busy for dinner tonight—"
 "I can't. I have to go to Denmark after this," he said as my heart was tugging at him. I was the one that booked his flight. Why should I make it today?
 "If it pleases you, I can change your flight to tomorrow night, if you like," I said as I was trying to buy some time with him. Maybe I wanted to make sure that I apologize to him correctly before we developed our relationship, perhaps friendship.
 I highly doubted it.
I can see that he was thinking about something before his jaws clenched. I was hoping that he would say yes as my heart was beating so hard I hoped that he would not hear it.
 "Very well, tonight then and a change of schedule. Perhaps I needed as much," he said as he was smiling at me. I never knew that he would smile at me. I was his father's enemy daughter, the killer of his family.
 He should not be smiling at me, at all.
 "Well, see you then. At 8?" I asked him as he nodded. I nodded before I was about to get inside the room, Charles stopped me from going inside as he held my hand on the door handle.
 "Will I pick you up at your house?" He asked, whispered into my ear before I turned to look at him. His face was mere inches from me as my breath mingled with his.
 "You don't know where I live," I said as he smirked at me. My heart was beating faster as he was looking at me with his hooded eyes.
 "That's why I was asking you," he said before I nodded at him. Our lips were barely touched before he stepped back as I wrote my address on a piece of paper.
 "Here," I said as I handed it to him. He took it as he touched my fingers. The heat lingered even after he retreated his hand.
 "I see you tonight, Kiara," he said my name as he was turning away from me and walked away. I released the breath that I don't even know I was holding before I went inside the house with a flushed face and night to look forward to.

These Ingenious Male will melt your hearts with their charming and witty senses. But they have baggage from their past with them. Can their match overcome them?
First, we have Kai Virtanen who was arranged to marry the Finnish Princess, Kathleen Remes.
Then, we have our Wedding Planner, Antonio Romano, whose task was to locate the missing Princess, Christine Rovski.
Also, we have Charles Debrun who has been kidnapped by Kiara Hoffman because of his research.
Lastly, we have Katherine Remes, the Acting Queen of Finland to find a suitor by a contest that Leonardo Ricci was forced to participate in.
Can they face their past together or will they fall apart? Find out in this new series by Nikki Larousse.

*****

A YEAR AGO BEFORE THE APOCALYPSE

It was an early morning of another new day as Eden woke up in her bed in her apartment.  She blinked her sleepy eyes, looking like she didn't sleep a wink even though she did peacefully since last night. She turned her head slightly to look at her bedside alarm clock and saw that it's the time as the sun rises.

At first, Eden thought that everything she had gone through before was all just a dream but then she noticed the large kitchen knife beside her pillow which she brought and slept with for safety. She sighed upon seeing it and had to accept the harsh reality that what happened last night wasn't a dream. 

She blearily sat up from her bed and stretched herself to wake up clearly.  Then she did a few routine exercises herself to be alert and active for the day since she can still hear from outside the loud noises of continued chaos breaking out, people shouting and yelling in panicked crowd riots, sirens of police and ambulances driving about, and crashes of vehicle accidents going on from outside the apartment building.

She ignored all the noisy sounds outside while she exercised then after she finished, she took the knife from her bed and walked out of her bedroom cautiously as if expecting that someone or something had broken inside while she's been sleeping.

When she checked and saw or heard nothing, she relaxed slightly and then she had a sudden thought and turned one of her light switches to check if the electricity is still running or not.  The lights turned on from her switch and she nodded at this and turned the switch off.

Then she went to make herself coffee which she decided for her breakfast.  While the pot is heating up from the gas stove, she took stock of her food, supplies, and necessities, checking to see how long she'd last if she decided to stay here for more than three days.  She found that everything would last more than about two weeks and she nodded again with satisfaction on seeing this but she's still planning to decide whether she should leave to meet up with the ones she's scheduled to meet for the coming three days or not.

Before the coffee pot whistled, Eden checked her barricade again, making sure it's secure and checked her ready travel bag and weapons and then went back to make her coffee.  She turned off the stove and the gas and then she sat down on a chair next to her desk with her journal still there on the top and she drank her coffee, letting the drink wake her up more and be more active and alert.

But before she could finish her coffee all the way, she suddenly remembered something and cursed and blamed herself for being careless and clueless, there's also not to mention cruel when she finally remembered her family.

Even though they had treated her all her life like she's garbage or made her like a black sheep in the family, she still cared and loved them, even when she left without looking back and just left them a note.

She went and grabbed for her cell phone, dialed and called her family, but every call she had tried to get through went to voicemail or an automated voice said that the person you're calling is unavailable.  Even though she's not getting any answers or replies from any of her family members, she kept on calling continuously until she gets one.

Then she felt like writing into her journal to ease her stress and calm her down and she went and used her free hand to open the book and write while her other hand is still holding the phone.

*****

JOURNAL ENTRY: 8TH DAY, 1ST MONTH JANUARY, YEAR 2XXX

It's Eden and I just woke up with what I thought that everything that had happened the last seven days was all a dream.

But seeing the cruel and harsh reality of my barricaded apartment, my prepared bag and weapons, and the ongoing continued chaotic noises from outside, I had to accept the facts deep down inside me that everything is real and this is all happening right now.

When I made myself some coffee to be more active, alert and vigilant and was about to think and plan on what to do. I had suddenly remembered my family.

I know that most of them were jerks towards me, but I do care about them and I'm sitting here right now by my desk, writing this entry and calling them at the same time.

So far I can't seem to get through to any of them.  I thought at first that the communication lines were down but it's still connecting and I believed that something might've happened to them.

I'm going to continue calling for every one of them until someone finally answers.  I pray that they're alright and by the time they answer and then realize it's me, the first thing I'll say to them is that I'm sorry I left and that I love them very much.

Even if they might hang up on me when they find out it's me, I don't care.  I still love them even if they don't love me, and I just wanted to let them know that I'm okay and that I'm still alive.

I hope and pray that they are.

*****

Eden stopped writing and kept on listening to the automated tone telling her that the caller is unavailable and then discovered that her battery on her phone ran out when she tried to dial again.  She cursed and went to charge it up, along with her portable charger too as long as the electricity is still on and running.

After setting it up and seeing that there's nothing else to do but just wait inside her apartment.  She decided to make an early lunch and eat before she went to thinking about other plans or thinking about something else to do.

After eating her luncheon, then washing the dishes in which the water is also running.  She also went to the bathroom and shower herself to feel refresh.

Then Eden came out, her hair still slightly wet and then she was staring at her makeshift handmade spears thoughtfully before she decided to try and train herself on using them to defend and fight.

In that whole day, Eden is twirling and spinning and jabbing with the two spears she made to practice and train herself to fight inside the locked apartment.  She kept on doing her self-training seriously and continuously until she became completely exhausted.  While practicing with her weapons, she even had some make-shift dummies up, by taking some extra pillows from her bedroom closets and hanged them up on tall stands, placed them in different positions and pictured them as heads when she jabbed and stabbed her knife-end spears at them with the precise aim in both conscious and subconscious moves.

Her fighting technique and prowess aren't very good or perfect but Eden had to make do with what she can do while she practiced all day long until the time passed by fast and it was night already.

Eden was surprised that time flew by so fast when she noticed that it's dark now and she stopped training, placed the spears back but left the stabbed-pillow dummies to where they are, went to shower and bathe herself again before she cooks and eats her dinner.

After doing that, finished bathing then cooking and then eating her dinner and finally ending it with washing her plates, Eden went to her bedroom and brought the same knife again with her and also bringing her journal and pen along in case that she needed to write again.

Her phone and chargers are still charging as the electricity seemed to be running a bit slow and she left them there for tomorrow while she hoped to herself that whatever and wherever her family is, they are alright and fine.

Eden sighed, still not dressed in sleepwear but in travel clothes, in case she needs to leave the apartment again and then lied down on her bed, putting her knife and journal and pen beside her pillow and then went to sleep.  She kept the bed lamp on the bedside table turned on so that she'll know when the electricity goes out.

Her eyes slowly close as she goes into a deep sleep and she's already gone into slumber after being exhausted through the whole day training herself and ignoring the ongoing chaos that is continuing outside her apartment building.

It felt like seconds until Eden had woken up again to another early sunrise of a new day and she sat up suddenly from her bed, went out her room and checked on her fully charged phone and charger, and unplugged them from the sockets and brought them to her room to sit on her bed to check if she had any missed calls or replies from her family. After seeing that there were none, Eden felt like she had to accept the harsh and cruel truth that something did happen to her family and they couldn't answer.  But she still hoped that somewhere out there they're still alive.

To ease her mind off and calm her down from she was about to think of negative thoughts, she reached for her journal that she brought in her bedroom and then writes on it.

*****

JOURNAL ENTRY: 9TH DAY, 1ST MONTH JANUARY, YEAR 2XXX

It's another early morning of a new day.

But so far I haven't gotten through to my family.  I hope they're all right.

My battery ran out and the electricity that was still running is slow when I charged up my phone and my portable charger.

What I did yesterday before was that I train and practiced the whole day with my spears and put up and made up dummies as target practice.  I did it the whole day and I admit I'm not very good at it with fighting back and defending myself a little. But I will have to make do with what I can and as the saying goes, "Practice makes Perfect".

Or rather as someone else might call it - Trial and Error.

Truthfully, I have never done any fighting or defending myself ever in my whole life.  But seeing that the whole world is falling to pieces, I'll have to be brave and man-up if I'm going to be facing the new dangers that had erupted in this sudden coming apocalypse.

The dangers that are the zombies.

I can hear as I write in this journal inside my bedroom the continued sounds and noises of chaos still going on outside the building.  And I knew that the authorities, even the military itself might be trying to mobilize the situation right about now.  But hearing from inside my locked apartment of the continued chaotic sounds of crashing and panicking people, I knew that they won't be able to do much until someone from the higher-ups finally ordered an evacuation.

And that is something that I have to think of for the next day tomorrow. When I'm supposed to meet up with the guys I'm scheduled to meet for tomorrow is the appointed third day.

But I have not finally decided whether I should stay or leave.

What do I do?

Stay or Leave?

That is the most important question in my mind that I have to decide before the final and 3rd day comes for me.

I'll have to stop writing for today and try to get my mind off from this by keeping up with my self-training with my makeshift weapons.

Hopefully, I might be able to finally decide what I should do once I do something else to ease off my stress and try to relax, even while self-practicing or something.

Maybe by tomorrow, whatever my decision is might result in something that won't get me dead.

*****

Eden stopped writing and sighed as she put her journal away on the bed and then rotated her neck carefully before readying herself to train and practice again with her spear weapons.

She went out of her bedroom, leaving her journal, her knife, phone and chargers behind on the bed as she went and do to self-train again for the day.

*****

*****

I am alone.
In a Zombie Apocalypse.
I'm on a self-journey to find more survivors or trying to find a safe place.
Or I'm just living through it and surviving all by myself.
Listen to my story.
Listen or read about my survival.
It is all here in my SURVIVOR'S JOURNAL

*****

A lone survivor.
Since the beginning of the Apocalypse.
She survives through a hellish fallen world.
With nothing but her wits and a few skills that she has from her former normal life and learned throughout the apocalypse.
Listen to her tale.
Listen to what she has gone through in her survival through everything and how she managed to stay alive.
Listen or Read her SURVIVOR'S JOURNAL.

*****

"How long have you been alone?"

"Since the very beginning."

"How did you survive by yourself?"

"Nothing.  Nothing but with just my wits and a few skills and smarts that I have learned throughout everything."

"I'm surprised you're even sane and alive for so long and being alone."

"Oh, I'm not alone.  I have my journal."

*****
(Author's Note: This is a fictional story.  It is not based in real life at all.)

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