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Be that as it may, neither the young noble nor the city watchmen expected that the scrawny Mufasa who looked not much better than than the peasants, aside from some color on his face was so agile and strong.
Even in the small, narrow ruins, he was nimbly using the pillar and half-crumbled walls as cover, easily evading all attacks. The city watchmen simply could not reach him, and were running around in circles instead.
The noble youth's face darkened even as he watched his men clumsily tried to close in on Mufasa like clowns on a troupe, only to be bamboozled and humiliated.
"Enough! I don't have the time to play hide-and-seek!" He roared, seizing the skinny Nala with one grab while unsheathing his ornamented sword and holding it over her neck. "Stop right there or she dies!"
"Could you sink any lower? Are you even a noble?!" Mufasa cursed from overhead and frowned, half-crouching after having lightly leaped over a doorway to avoid being ambushed.
"That's why I hate talking to filth like you." Perhaps believing that he had won, the young noble spoke with brimming confidence. "Nobles are people like us: prestigious bloodlines, powerful and born above others! Everything you peasants have from wealth to life are ours! You should just quietly survive by earning for us, stay obedient like livestock and not give us any trouble! Why would your kind always get some dumb idea to resist meaningless like this?"
"…"
Mufasa was shocked.
He was certainly caught off guard by the young noble's perspective.
As a former citizen of Lovinia, the royal capital of Tierra, he had gone to the Unnamed Town with Marni after staying in the Cromwell Refugee Camp for some time.
Being a peasant, he never had any dealings with the nobles and basically never wet one. Still, Tierra was itself a kingdom of wealth, and coupled with their faith in the Church of Games that kept them free from religious taxation, the citizens lived in stability and happiness, and their nobles were naturally widely respected.
But as Lovinia was reduced to a battlefield and Tierra's fall soon after, the former citizens were displaced and led by old Vanke, Tierra's registrar and a noble to Cromwell.
Although Mufasa did not encounter any Cromwell nobles, they had at least kept the refugees supplied every day so that they did not starve to death.
Later, as he followed old Vanke to the Unnamed Town out of trust and became a Player, he met Angora, who often mingled with the Players in spite of being a noble and Princess Leah herself, who physically mingled with fists.
Those experiences left Mufasa instinctively grouping nobles as great characters worthy of respect who would make a stand for their subjects, and he earnestly respected old Vanke and the liege Angora.
Those opinions kept Mufasa a law-abiding citizen, and he did not even resist when he was captured by the Lancaster city watch a few days ago for preaching.
And yet, the young noble he met today widened his horizons from a certain point of view, allowing him to see the dark side of nobles he had never seen because of his place in society.
"I see. I understand now."
Mufasa said softly, hanging his head.
There wasn't much noise in the abandoned house since it wasn't large and because the city watchmen were trying to quietly surround Mufasa, allowing his quiet voice to be heard.
"Finally decided to surrender? Hmph, wasting so much of my time…" The young noble had expected Mufasa to give up on all resistance, only to find that he was unsheathing his exceedingly narrow blade.
"Your thoughts are completely warped. I have given up on trying to convert you." Mufasa declared, pointing his sword at the young noble.
Feeling tricked and embarrassed, the young noble exploded and roared at the watchmen who had completely surrounded Mufasa. "Take him!"
Even so, none of them had understood what Mufasa had meant.
Perhaps they did, but they simply were not concerned.
Mufasa leapt forward from the wall, and the watchmen up front had the look of 'Here comes my contribution' on their faces, spreading their hands as if to catch him.
Too slow.
While it may be steady and firm to have heavy armor, but they were too slow in Mufasa's perspective.
The light reflected from his blade flashed in an unimaginable angle, and the watchmen were cut into tiny pieces before they could react, watching as parts of their body sprinkled all over the floor.
Even the heavy armor that granted them the confidence to bully peasants as they wished was simply useless now, all of which were sliced away with their bodies with relative ease like paper!
It was only three seconds from the moment Mufasa leapt off the wall and the city watchmen dropped to the ground.
Several other watchmen—either unable to react or having their ferocity provoked—drew their short swords to attempt ambushing Mufasa from behind.
However, a single flash from his blade, and those watchmen were cut in two along with their weapons!
It was only then that the other city watchmen understood that they weren't trying to capture some weak refugee but a demon, in the truest sense of the term.
Despite the young noble's shock, he still noticed the unsullied edge of Mufasa's sword.
A flash of greed appeared in his eyes.
Even if he had siphoned credits off the equipment budget of the city watch to the point that their heavy armor were only defective items, everything was ultimately made of steel.
And any weapon that could slice off those steel so easily was definitely a treasure.
Still, he wasn't brainless and knew that only the bootlicking captain beside him could be relied upon.
One shouldn't count on the captain's lack of dignity, because it takes more than groveling to become captain of the city watch. After all, the mayor was not so stupid to entrust the lives of his family to some trash.
In fact, this captain named Bolt had a fine set of sword skills that make him formidable even amongst the empire's military.
Moreover, he had spent a large amount of money bribing a priest of the Temple of Glory to tattoo a crude God of War seal over his body, and was therefore able to use qi surpassing normal fighters—he could have been a knight in certain isolated locations.
"Bolt, take him. Cripple his limbs and that sword is yours!" The young noble determinedly commanded at that very thought.


This is the tale of an earthling, who transmigrated as a dying third-rate god but somehow rose through the ranks, gaining followers and eventually causing the Fourth Great Apocalypse.
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"Have you ever heard of the God of Games?"
"The God of Games..?" Eleena shook her head in puzzlement. "I have never heard of Him…"
"What if the God of Games could give you the power to defeat your enemies?" Xi Wei coaxed patiently.
Eleena remained silent for a while, before resolutely lifting her head and fixing her gaze on Xi Wei. "Then I am willing to become a believer of the God of Games!"
"Belief isn't something to only be spoken by mouth. Close your eyes and envision His name in your mind, and feel His power with your heart," he said solemnly.
"O Master of Games, grant us new life!"

Without them knowing when, Jun Wu Xie appeared in front of them with her hand already grabbing tightly onto the end of the long whip that was being flung by the watchman.
The watchman staggered. The moment he turned his head and saw Jun Wu Xie, an astonishment flashed across his eyes.
When did this fella jump out? Why didn't they notice anything?
"You whore, you want to die, huh?" The watchman glowered at Jun Wu Xie who appeared all of a sudden with his teeth clenched. He wrenched the long whip in his hand, trying to get it off from Jun Wu Xie, but no matter how much force he used, the whip which Jun Wu Xie held in her hand did not move even a bit.
"Jun's little lass, watch out! There are runes on the whip, it will hurt you!" Long Jiu didn't even have the time to think why was Jun Wu Xie here, he was just shouting anxiously at her.
The Whip of Runes was made specifically to tackle the soul entity. There wasn't any runes on the handle of the whip and thus, it wouldn't bring any damage to the soul entity, but if one came into contact with its rope, one would then suffer the acute pain of a lightning strike.
However, Jun Wu Xie just glanced over the Whip of Runes in her hand with her cold eyes. Not only didn't she showed any fear, she grasped the whip even more tightly.
"Why are you guys standing dumb? Take the whore down!" The watchman looked as if he had seen a ghost. There was actually a soul entity who was able to touch directly on the cursed artifacts without getting hurt? Where the hell did this whore come from?
The other watchmen who were standing in stupefaction immediately regained their consciousness. They straight off gave up on the acts of stopping those convicts and plunged themselves towards Jun Wu Xie.
With a gaze of coldness flaring across her eyes, the hand of Jun Wu Xie which was holding the long whip exerted an abrupt pulling force onto the whip. It was such a strong force that she had actually snatched the whip away from the watchman's hand! Grabbing onto the long whip, Jun Wu Xie turned and twisted her wrist, causing the whip to swing around with its afterimages dancing in the air. The swift and fierce whip was just like a thunderbolt, sweeping away those watchmen who were about to pounce onto her in just an instant!
With a bang, those watchmen fell onto the ground, and the parts of their bodies that had been whipped were radiating spicy pain. When had they ever experienced the greatness of the whip with their own bodies?
But, Jun Wu Xie had no thoughts of going easy on them. It was as if the whip that was appended with runes had its own life when it was held in her hand, flinging up and down. Before the watchmen could even get themselves up from the ground, they would once again suffer a series of torture! 
In just a twinkling, there were painful screams lingering one after another in the serene forest.
Eyes widening, every single soul entity who was tied up by the chains looked unbelievably at the scene in front of them.
Even Long Jiu was so shocked that his chin fell onto the ground.
This was the first time he saw a soul entity who would just ignore the power of the cursed artifact and forcefully snatch it away from the opponent.
The watchman who had been yelling and shouting at Long Jiu just now had already been whipped by Jun Wu Xie to the point that he could only lie on the ground, constantly twitching.
Even if it was only a light lash, the cursed artifact would still bring the soul entity a huge pain, and since Jun Wu Xie had no mercy in holding her force back, once the whip strapped onto the watchmen, it would just take half their lives away.
Not even having the strength to get up, all the watchmen could only do was just crawling on the floor, moaning in pain, let alone launching a counterattack.
One after another, the brisk whipping sounds interwove with the wailing voices. The soul entity wouldn't bleed, and of course, there wouldn't be any bloody smell smelt. It could be said that Jun Wu Xie had zero burden when carrying out the abuse. 
Jun Wu Xie finally stopped her act after the watchmen were beaten into a coma. She then swung the whip and flung it towards Long Jiu and the other spirit lives!
Those soul entities were so scared that their entire bodies shuddered, but the expected pain did not appear.


She was a peerless genius in the 24th Century – all she needed was a silver needle and she could practically bring anyone back from the dead.

After an explosion, she crossed over into a strange world; everyone calls her “Miss.” The previous “Miss” before had no contractual spirit, was weak and incompetent, and even the fiancé comes over with a new love and bullies her?

Now that she has taken over, who dares to act so presumptuously around her? With needles in hand, the world is for her to own! Wherever she goes, miracles follow! However, she saved a pest. What was she thinking when she saved that man. His stunning demeanor and impeccable face is a huge contrast to his cruel actions. He tries all ways to win her over.

This is an interesting cross over story with some magic, romance and a black bellied miss as the main character.

Chapter 1295 - Instant Judgment
As the first match was announced, a commotion erupted in the VIP stands.
"A present White Tiger Dojo disciple fighting an ex-White Tiger Dojo disciple! This match is going to be interesting!"
Those in the VIP stands were all insiders of the fighting industry. They had already investigated every fighter that had advanced through the elimination round. They were all aware of You Ziping's background.
You Ziping had been a relatively talented disciple of the White Tiger Dojo. He had become an intermediate disciple despite being so young. If he continued to work hard for another year or two, he definitely could have become an advanced disciple.

Becoming an advanced disciple in the White Tiger Dojo was basically a guarantee that one could qualify for the national fighting competitions.
Yet, for some inconceivable reason, You Ziping had shown up as one of the Big Dipper Dojo's representatives.
As the audience in the VIP stands discussed the matter quietly, Jiang Tianyuan wore a twisted expression. You Ziping's actions were a slap in the face for the White Tiger Dojo. The dojo would become a laughingstock.
"Hall Master, rest assured; Liao Huajie will teach the boy how wrong and foolish his decision was," Xie Qiwen said, smiling.
He had waited for this day for a long time.
Although You Ziping was slightly more skilled than Liao Huajie, the latter had far more combat experience. Liao Huajie could easily defeat You Ziping.
With You Ziping's defeat, they would show everyone the White Tiger Dojo's strength while leaving a stain on the Big Dipper Dojo's reputation. He could even cripple You Ziping in the process. This was practically killing three birds with one stone.
There was no possibility of Liao Huajie's defeat. He was very familiar with You Ziping's skills. The teen would need another one or two years of arduous training to reach the national level. Meanwhile, Liao Huajie's strength was not as simple as everyone assumed.
…
Below the main stage, the various fighters watched Liao Huajie and You Ziping on the main stage. They were very curious to see the outcome of this fight.
Unlike everyone else, a flash of concern appeared in Yi Yuqing's eyes as she watched You Ziping stretch. She then quietly moved towards Shadow Sword and Turtledove, who also watched the match. Quietly, she said, "If you two are You Ziping's friends, you must stop this fight. Liao Huajie is not as simple as you think. He is one of our main branch's watchmen. If you don't stop You Ziping before the match starts, he will be in danger."
"A watchman?" Shadow Sword and Turtledove turned to Yi Yuqing, their expressions turning serious when they heard this. "Are you telling the truth?"
Yi Yuqing was a member of the White Tiger Dojo. Although they did not know what Yi Yuqing intended by warning them, they knew that watchmen should not be underestimated.
Those who weren't familiar with the various dojos and training centers might not know what the term "watchman" implied. However, those who focused on breaking into the industry's inner circle were familiar with the word.
To put it simply, a watchman determined if a disciple was worthy of focused nurturing.
After all, a dojo or training center's resources were limited. It was not possible to provide tons of resources to every member.
Hence, anyone who could defeat the designated watchman would receive the dojo's attention and vice versa. This maintained the quality of the establishment's best disciples.
Watchmen were no weaker than those favored disciples.
Rather, the opposite was true.
On average, watchmen were stronger. Generally, watchmen were experts the establishment's upper echelons had chosen unanimously. Although watchmen were forced to hide their achievements during their service, once their term ended, they would receive their dojo's best training. Moreover, as compensation, they would have access to an abundance of resources during their service. As a result, many people aspired to become watchmen. Unfortunately, very few were ever chosen.
Although not every dojo and training center had watchmen, it was normal for a peak dojo like the White Tiger Dojo.
"Why would I lie to you?" Yi Yuqing rolled her eyes at Shadow Sword and Turtledove. She was one of the White Tiger Dojo's geniuses. She didn't need petty tricks to defeat her opponents. "Although I'm not trying to brag, Lu Huajie is no weaker than I am. You Ziping stands no chance against him. Moreover, Lu Huajie is famed for his mercilessness during fights."
"He's as strong as you are?" Turtledove asked as she evaluated Yi Yuqing.
"If I fought him, I'd have a sixty-forty chance of winning," Yi Yuqing said after giving the matter some thought.
Lu Huajie had been hiding his strength. Only the dojo's upper echelons knew his true skill. Meanwhile, she was the genius Tang Jingyao's future successor, so she was at least on par with Lu Huajie. However, to convince the Big Dipper Dojo to take Lu Huajie more seriously, she exaggerated his strength a little bit.
"So, that's the case. We shouldn't need to notify the Guild Leader, then." Turtledove breathed a sigh of relief.
Shadow Sword nodded in agreement. He, too, didn't think this matter was worth Shi Feng's time.
"You guys…" Turtledove and Shadow Sword's response dumbfounded Yi Yuqing momentarily. Although she tried to ask if they truly understood the severity of the matter, they shut her up with a word of thanks. As a result, she could only walk away, fuming as she realized that Shadow Sword and Turtledove were just as stubborn as You Ziping. None of them could be reasoned with!

As Yi Yuqing tried to think of a way to convince You Ziping to drop out of the match, the timer above the main stage began to count down.
"You Ziping, I had thought you were better than this. I had believed that you could have joined the main branch after another year or two. But you crossed the line today. You betrayed the White Tiger Dojo. Today, I show you the price for that betrayal," Lu Huajie said as he stopped two meters away from You Ziping. Sneering, he continued, "Brother Qiwen has asked me to pass you a message. You are 100 years too early if you wish to compete on his level!"
Suddenly, Lu Huajie moved. Executing Swimming Dragon Steps, he was instantly within attack range of You Ziping. He then launched a flying knee kick at You Ziping's face. At the same time, his arms lashed towards You Ziping's neck like whips. Lu Huajie's attacks were extremely vicious. From the very onset of the match, he aimed for You Ziping's life.
Against an attack to the face, fighters instinctively go on the defensive, ignore attacks from other directions. However, Lu Huajie wanted more from his flying knee attack than You Ziping's focus on defending himself. Martial artists frequently practiced conquering their defensive instincts. Rather, Lu Huajie wanted to distract his opponent with the initial attack, preventing You Ziping from noticing the attacks aimed for his neck.
As Lu Huajie's knee flew towards You Ziping's face, You Ziping dashed forward, instead of retreating.
"That guy is insane!"
The fighters below the stage were shocked by You Ziping's suicidal counter. If the knee struck his face, he would die.
Is he trying to get himself killed? Lu Huajie was a little surprised by You Ziping's actions. However, it didn't distract him from his attacks.
In the moment between life and death, You Ziping barely avoided the knee as he circled to Lu Huajie's side. When their bodies interlocked, You Ziping used centrifugal force to land a powered punch to Lu Huajie's back.
You Ziping's attack was as quick as lightning, giving his opponent no time to react.
Thud!
When You Ziping's fist met Lu Huajie's back, Lu Huajie felt as if he had been struck by a hammer. Immediately, Lu Huajie spat a mouthful of blood as the strike threw him over three meters away. By the time he hit the ground, Lu Huajie had lost consciousness. The entire process was complete in the blink of an eye.
"What…just…happened?"

Practically everyone watching the fight was stunned.
Just as they thought that Lu Huajie would win, You Ziping stood on the stage alone.
"The fight ended so quickly! Can somebody tell me what just happened?! I didn't see anything!"
Many of the spectators stared in shock, confused about what had just happened.


Starting over once more, he has entered this “living game” again in order to control his own fate.

This time, he will not be controlled by others.

Previously the Level 200 Sword King, he will rise to a higher peak in this life.

Methods to earn money! Dungeon conquering strategies! Legendary Quests! Equipment drop locations! Undiscovered battle techniques!

Even the secrets Beta Testers were unknowledgeable of, he knows of them all.

Massive wars, life advancement, entering Godhood, sword reaching to the peak; a legend of a man becoming a Sword God has begun.

Jungle of Yoroz ( largest jungle of Aslindor ) :

A pigeon is flying over the jungle of Yoroz , the pigeon then moved downwards and went to a shore where the jungle ends and sea begins

Pigeon saw a home where hundreds of reindeers were running continuously and a wise Wizard was at centre spreading light over that place with his magic !


Jungle of Kale :

Drood the Dandong reached Jungleborn and they both went towards Kale Dawn to help their friend Hilzir  ! 

Kale Dawn : 

Hilzir is singing in the prison while watching towards the window of his prison and suddenly the Eagle of Jungleborn appeared on the window and came near to Hilzir , He rolled his hand over eagle's feathers and said 
"I was waiting for you.....boy"

Jungleborn : Drood (Dandong) stay here I will need you at the end till then you will hide there.....Jungleborn pointed his finger 
But Drood want to come with him but Jungleborn said "If I take you inside with me they will kill you and I don't want to loose my brother in your shape and the friend who is in prison...Understand me Drood Understand! 

Drood then went there where Jungleborn pointed and sat !

Jungleborn took his rope from hanging on his shoulder but first he will have to escape the watchmens on the gate, Thus he decided to go from back.... Jungleborn is now trying to climb up the city from behind by climbing up on wall where the number of soldiers were too less. 

After climbing the wall successfully  Jungleborn hide himself from watchmens but one of the watchmen saw him and urgently calls his seven more watchmens on the wall.  Jungleborn took his sword (Diamondor) on the right hand and a hard spear in his left hand  . Then when watchmens attacking him he cuts three of them just in a single swing and took other on the other second as well.  Leader of the watchmens came forward and Jungleborn killed him in seconds , at this time the last watchmen ran towards the others but Jungleborn threw his spear correctly on his throat and then the watchmen stopped and fall .

Jungleborn entered the tower of prisoners where Kale Dawn's prisoners were thrown .

He then saw two watchmens coming towards
him and he took his two daggers out which Hilzir gave him on their meeting.... Jumgleborn then threw those two daggers exactly on watchmens neck in style ! 

He then took the clothes of watchmens and started to act like them....from this technique he escaped from fifty watchmens without even getting caught and reached the prison where Hilzir was held as captive .

Hilzir was sleeping and Jumgleborn said "Wake up now" Hilzir told him "just let me take a perfect sleep in this dark prison...I ve never seen such darkness in my whole life"

Jungleborn : Okay then sleep.  I am going 

Hilzir : I was joking men what you just need to do is take your Diamondor Sword out and destroy this lock.  

Jungleborn broke the jail and they both escaped but on their way out fifteen watchmen were standing 

Hilzir : Do you have any daggers? 

Jungleborn : Yes for sure 

Hilzir : give them to me and I will show you my skills now  ! 

Jungleborn gave those daggers to Hilzir and they both marched forward to attack the watchmens,  Hilzir was fighting with five of those at the same time killing all of them while on the other hand jungleborn killed three with his spear and at the end threw the spear on one of the watchmens killing four of them and now he took his Diamondor Sword out and Hilzir and Jungleborn together jumped on those remaining and successfully killing all of them then they again get up like watchmens and escaped from the Tower of Prisoners . 

A watchmen saw this and went to lord Bale.  Bale ordered one hundred mens to kill Hilzir and his helper . When the soldiers reached there they already escaped. 

At that time sixty horsemens left Kale Dawn to chase them down but they were shocked and some fainted as well after watching a Dandong protecting Hilzir. 

The horsemens ran away as far as they can and hilzir and jumgleborn went inside the jungle. 

Main Hall :

King : A traitor escaped from your jail and you did nothing? 

Bale : My lord when this news came to me it was too late . My watchmen said Hilzir was not alone someone else helped him. 

King : Who? 

Bale : The Hunter 

King : That Myth HAHAHA.  Bale I was not expecting this from you HAHAHA 

Bale : He is not a Myth nor does his pet 

King : Who is his Pet? 

Bale : The Dandong 

King : HAHAHAHAHA you are making me laugh continuously MANNN.....A Dandong HAHAHA 

Bale : My lord not one not two not three nor thirty but sixty soldiers had saw a Dandong !
that beast is real. 

Tupard : If that beast is real I want that beast right now in a shape of my slave or else kill the beast and his owner NOWWW! 

After the command of Prince soldiers went searching for them but the effort was wasted. 

Home Of Jungleborn : 

Jungleborn : How are you feeling 

Hilzir : A bit angry and tired at the same time Ohh NOOOOO,  Lina.  She is in danger 

Jungleborn : The Daughter of Lord Hammerbone and my most trusted companion.... We need to help her she is with the lion of tridole Leonard 

Jungleborn : Get ready Leaonard the Lion I am coming to show you what the actual Roar Is ! 


END OF CHAPTER #6









You can easily guess where Boris was going. Home. To relate to his mother what I told him. Instead of his mother he found his father.

- "You are looking for your mother?" Asked his father.

Boris' father really was his father. His name was Wilfred Condo. Mr Condo met Gadara 20 years ago and fell in love with her. After he discovered who she was he even wanted to marry her. Evidently she refused and let him the two boys they had had together: Boris and Idriss. Revenge first, kids after. It's her who asked to him to live in this area, near my place. It's him financed her such as she became a great business woman known as Sophia Durois. He was not directly implicated in her plan but he helped her every time she asked. The senator Condo was not the only one Gadara seduced. Actually all over the world she had several thousand disciples, sorcerers. Condo was one of these sorcerers. The sorcerers formed a powerful sect as well here as in the other side of the gate that my ancestor had closed. They struggled against the watchmen but since the latters were more numerous than them, the sorcerers often lost against them. Although it made her less strong, the fact to be separated in two parts permitted to Gadara to be at two places without using the gate. In fact her mind can be at only one place at the same time and the sorcerers of this place had to protect her body when she was not there.

Boris did not answer to his father's question. He had no respect to this weak man who was ready to do anything for a woman who did not like him. Condo knew what his son thought about him, he guessed it.

- "She has gone." Added Condo.
- "Where? I need to talk to her." Respond Boris on a hard tone.
- "To the other side of the gate." Condo answered.

Boris decided to get upstairs to wit for her in his bedroom. He hated the presence of his father.

- "She has let a message for you." Added Condo. Boris stopped all of sudden in the middle of the stairs.
- "Why? When will she come back?" Asked Boris. His voice let see a little anxiety. A message meant that she would keep long.
- "I don't know but I think that everything is explained in this letter she has let for you." Replied Condo and he got out a piece of paper from his coat.

His mother never kept long on the other side of the which she called Xera. Xera was not on the Earth. Gadara avoid to go there because of the guardians and a lot of other enemies she had there. Why would she keep long this time? Boris got back and promptly took the letter that his father held out to him.


"Boris. When you receive this letter I will be on Xera to settle some problems. Actually, the North's Dwarfs army is about to find me. We discovered a spy among us. I think that our other dens are threatened. I have to restructure all the organization. I don't know when I could come back. About your mission: I hope you managed to be forgiven. You have to regain her confidence. It's the only way to obtain the power of the Murui's guardian: her agreement to give it to you. About your brother: look after him well. I suspect him to prepare another plan. His loss of influence upon Rosalind was too sudden. You have to be prudent with him. The next time he could die. Don't care about anything except your mission and your brother. Don't disappoint me."

The letter was not signed but written in language of fairies. The language of his mother. Before she became a guardian, Gadara was a simple fairy. She taught her children the language of fairies and the xerish (the widest language of Xera which was originally one of thr humans' languages). Seven grand races shared Xera: the humans, the fairies, the dwarfs, the sirens, the elves, the goblins and the giants.


While on Xera, in the city of Aylesera, capital of the elves kingdom, the king Rodel had heard about the return of Gadara. He had convoked his three generals and Narhuils, thr chief of the Magic's guardian who was an elf was invited too. They were sat down around a great table. A map of Xera was on this table. the light and big room was at the same time beautiful and austere probably because the men there had a serious expression.

- "The North's Dwarfs told us that her last known localisation was here in the mountains of Shog." Said the general Lor-gal pointing a place on the map. The sleeve of his silver military uniform hid a part of the map 
- "In the middle of the No-land?! Nobody would dare to go there. Are you sure of your source general?" Exclaimed the general Ragol.
- "I think that it's rather a good reason to go there. What do you think about it, guardian? Asked Rodel looking at Narhuil. The king wore a large and white coat which the golden motifs was barely hidden by his long and grey hair. If he was a human you could think that he was in his forties. Actually he was more than 500 years old.
- "Your majesty," replied Narhuil  putting a hand on the table "the No-land is a very dangerous place even for Gadara. But if she succeeded in making a contract with the malefic spirits who possess this place it's possible she is effectively there." Narhuil was an old man but vigorous. All his hair was white and he wore a long white dress.
- "But is it really possible to make a contract with them? Maybe the dwarfs want her for themselves. Remember that dwarfs and humans were the most affected by the acts of Gadara three hundred years ago." Retorted Ragol.
- "It was about the East's dwarfs kingdom. Don't make a mistake." Contradicted Lor-gal.
- "Anyway I will never bring my men in this cursed place." Said the general The-ce. His black-chignoned hair fell on his back.
- "Please calm down!" Commanded the king. The silence came back then Lor-gal continued.
- "We are not forced to go there. The meb of Gadara soon or late will need to shop food; the No-land is sterile. We could wait for them in this village Froofin." He pointed at the map.
- "It's in the dwarfs territory!" Noticed Rodel.
- "Yes your majesty. But our relationship with the dwarfs never has been better. In their four kingdoms..." Said Lor-gal but Rodel cut him short.
- "Send them our watchmen. the dwarfs of the North will never accept our soldiers in their lands. The watchmen knew the sorcerers better than the soldiers for they fight them often. Let them evaluate the situation with the watchmen of the dwarfs. Contact the guardian of Murui and let them know all we have about the subject. Maybe after we could negotiate an army intervention with the king Tor-sa." No one discussed again knowing that the king decision was done.
- "Well, your majesty!" They replied.
- "Guardian, can I ask you the favour to be my mediator for this mission with the watchmen? I have heard that your son is a great watchman." Said the king Rodel.
- "Your majesty honours the old man I am." Answered Narhuil.

They stayed two hours again to speak about details before the meeting endeed. They returned to their own tasks and the king Rodel observed by one of the balconies of his palace the men going in the back of big birds. The name of these birds was Dao'la. These birds looked like eagles but were herbivorous. They had teeth and thei beak was round-shaped. On their paws, they were about 2 meters tall for 4 meters of wingspan. The palace was very great, essentially white with some golden parts. One thousand and two hundred elves worked there and almost a hundred visitors came every day. There was a lot of plants in the yard especially a flower named Alys. This flower was well-known to prevent the curse. The whole palace smelled it's perfume. It's the reason why they called it 'Alyss Palace'. It was a strange flower which colour turned at every rise of Af'n, the sun of Xera such as every flower had its own colour. Moreover, the name of the city 'Ayelesera' came from this flower. Ayelesera means in xerish city of Alyss. The capital had more than two million of inhabitants. It was a great market and several shops where tourists came to purchase elf spells and medecines, well-known for their efficiency.

The king stayed here and contemplated the yard and the people traffic. His bloodhound, a black man of around the same age of him was with him. He was tall, with brown hair and a scar on his left cheek which removed nothing to his elf beauty.

- "It's very strange that the heir of the chief of the Magic's guardian is a watchman, isn't it Elloran?" Said the king to his bloodhound.
- "The wife of Narhuil has been killed by a sorcerer when his son was a child. The sorcerer was there for the child. He as the Magic in horror even if he knows his own destiny." Respond Elloran.
- "I know this story Elloran. Everyone in this kingdom knows what happenened one hundred years ago. However, it's well sad a magician who hates magic." Said Rodel.
- "You are right, majesty. But the things are like that." Answered Elloran.
- "At least I am sure that he is enough motivated for this job." Concluded the king.

Narhuil had gone out the Alyss Palace as he was arrived: he teleported himself. He appeared in the front of the Murui's institute in the city of Inmeserine on the East of the kingdom. His son, Argan was teacher here. The practise of Murui was more difficult than the Magic one. And the Murui was younger. So the watchmen were few and the Murui's teacher fewer. When people saw Narhuil they greeted him with a lot of respect and brought him to the classroom of his son. He had finished his lecture a while ago and was speaking with two students.

- "Lord Narhuil!" Yelled a young girl astonished in front of him at the door of the claasroom.

The teacher got up the head and see his father and smiled. Argan was a young man of only one hundred and thirty years old. Narhuil and his wife had had him late. He had blue eyes and a childish smile who strangely got along with his 1.8 meter and his stature. His hair was grey like silver. He was probably the only elf with short hair. He continued to speak with the two students a few minutes again and let them go. Then he went out and greeted his father warmly.

- "Father! I am happy to see you. How are you doing?" He said.
- "Very great Argan. You're a good teacher. You don't stop even if the chief of the Magic's guardians is waiting for you." Said Narhuil with a large smile like if he was about to laugh.
- "I am sorry I let you wait. But I guess you are not here as a father but as a guardian. I perceive some anxiety. It is about the recent apparition of Gadara?" Replied Argan.
- "Yes. But I need to see the council of the elf watchmen." Said Narhuil on a serious expression.

The council was convoked the same day. Narhuil presented the situation and explained the king's decision. The council decided to send a group of ten watchmen to the North'Dwarfs kingdom and several missives to inform the watchmen of the dwarfs and ask for the help of the Murui's guardians. The watchmen  formed a ubited community all over the kingdoms and enjoyed a certain freedom of movement.

The Murui permitted not only to cancel spells but also to save people. Its practise permitted to travel through the four worlds. It is by this way that Argan had saved me in the dark forest in the world of dreams. The Murui permitted to go to the world of death. It is by this mean that the guardians of Murui brought back victims of Magic (but there was a delay) Evidently, to access to each world practise, talent and capacities were needed.

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Miss Jun frowned slightly, displeased by his words.
"What are you doing? He is not well yet. Don't bully him," she said.
"I bullied him?" Zhu Zan stared even harder now.
Fang Chengyu gently shook off Miss Jun's hand.
"Elder Brother didn't bully me," he said. "Elder Brother wanted to teach me some techniques to strengthen my body. I didn't know if I could learn it, so I wanted to ask you."
Zhu Zan sized up Fang Chengyu.
"You little brat, you're really crafty. I didn't offend you, so why are you picking on me?" he said. "Pretending that you're a good person. What's with acting so sorry earlier?"
"Enough," Miss Jun interrupted him, frowning. "You can't learn it now. Your body hasn't been weak for just a day or two. If you want to get fit, it can't be done right away. Wait for to get a bit better, then I'll show you many ways of strengthening yourself."
Fang Chengyu beamed at her.
"Good, good," he said, nodding pure-heartedly at Zhu Zan. "Thank you so much for your good intentions, Elder Brother, but I can't learn them now."
"Let's go, it's time for you to take medicine and then go to sleep," said Miss Jun.
She bowed lightly to Zhu Zan. Fang Chengyu also bid him farewell courteously and was led by the arm away.
"Little kids sleep so early." Zhu Zan leaned against a pillar and pointed at the sky. He shook his head. "Such a waste of vitality."
Miss Jun and Fang Chengyu had already walked away, ignoring him.
Zhu Zan turned his head. Lei Zhonglian was looking at him from the dark of the yard.
"Big friend, why don't you go to sleep? Don't waste your vitality," Zhu Zan said, raising his eyebrows. "And I know I'm very good-looking, but you don't need to keep staring. If you want to look, pay up."
Was this person really short on money?
Why was it always about exchanging money?
Was he a string of cash?
If he gave him money, would he really do it? Would he let him look?
Lei Zhonglian could not help but consider all these things.
"Of course."
Seeing through his thoughts, Zhu Zan smiled as he rested against the column. The light from the flickering lanterns shined on his sparkling white teeth.
"I'm but a woodcutter. My word is good, cheating neither the old nor young. If there is someone who wants to look at me and they pay the money, I will really let them have their fill. If you don't believe me, go ahead and ask around."
What does this have to do with being a woodcutter?
Is this another source of income for woodcutters?
But are woodcutters even that good looking?
Also, he's telling others to ask around, but he's not really telling his real name..
If this man's carefreeness was in fact a cover, as Miss Jun said, he would definitely try to find out their identities and then prevent his own identity from being divulged.
'Once he is not worried about that, then he will leave.'
Then he must wait.
Lei Zhonglian pointed his finger at a room.
"There's a guest room over there," he said, his voice muffled. Not waiting for Zhu Zan to speak, he hurried over to the front hall.
He slept in the main room of the front hall. There was no need for him to guard outside of Fang Chengyu and Miss Jun's room, because Miss Jun had said that the place where she slept at night would be very dangerous, and if he got hurt accidently, she wouldn't be able to help him.
Although Lei Zhonglian could not imagine what could be so dangerous, he knew that she did not tell falsehoods. Since she left home, she had never been more than a few paces away from him.
It wasn't he who was really the guard here. Somehow, the real guard was Miss Jun.
If she did not havea painter planted bamboo outside of his house and carefully observed them everyday, rain or shine, for a long period of time. When people praised his paintings of bamboo, he said, "I just painted the mature bamboo in my heart." in other words, he was very prepareed. the grown bamboo in her heart[1], then how could she be so calm.
Lei Zhonglian turned over on his bed.
However, why did Miss Jun say that the man was in trouble and that they were also in trouble so there was nothing to worry about? Did she we mean to say that it was a good thing that he was in trouble?
But what was their own trouble?
These things kept Lei Zhonglian awake. He shook his head, trying to shake away his cluttered thoughts.
He did not understand this, but he understood the other thing Miss Jun had said: Do not worry.
Lei Zhonglian once again flipped over and closed his eyes, and his steady breaths lulled him into sleep.
The night was calm, but then it was sliced by a loud clang and a man's complaints. Obviously, the person in the guest room was tossing about.
Lei Zhonglian did not get up, and the noisy sounds gradually faded away. The night was dark, and occasionally the night insects would buzz about, but everything soon returned to peace and quiet.
The night did not distinguish between the poor and the wealthy, but covered all the land the same.
Yet there were many people who did not fall asleep on this land.
In the town, there was a street still lit by lanterns. It looked lonely on a summer night.
There was a stall that sold late-night snacks. It mainly catered to watchmen and soldiers on patrol and the corvee laborers looking for a refreshment. The food stall was very simple. Only two pots were set up: one pot of spicy soup and one pot of mutton noodles. The bubbling and gurgling in the night was very enticing.
At this time, there was only one man manning the stall. He looked stick thin, and he was sitting with his head drooping by the stove.
Two watchmen came up while talking and laughing, and greeted him as they always did.
"Old Man Tian, the regular," said one of them.
The other person already had put his watchmen's drum on the table and was using his sleeve as a fan.
"...you saw the woodman, what he said ...." he continued their previous conversation.
As he said this, a gust of wind blew forth and a hand gripped his shoulder.
"Old Tian what...." The watchman turned his head and complained, but then his statement came to an abrupt end because the hand was on his throat.
"Y-you, who are you?" stuttered the other man.
The night lights hanging on the stall shone on the stranger. The one manning the stall this time was not the benevolent and lonely old man that they were familiar with.
He was replaced with a very ordinary looking person. It was face you wouldn't remember again if you saw it in a crowd.
"Which woodcutter?" he asked.
The two watchmen jerked out of their stupor, and were suddenly overcome with a wave of anxiety, fear, and confusion.
"Who are you?"
"What are you trying to do?"
"Where's Old Tian?"
"Killed."
They began to scream wildly.
The stranger pressed the men against the table with one hand each, but their screams were still very conspicuous at night. Just then, a group of soldiers patrolling the city rushed over and pointed their weapons at the man.
"Who are you?" cried the head soldier.
The man leaned back slightly, raised up his arms, and turned around to face them.
"Someone carrying out a task," he said calmly.
Carrying out a task?
The soldiers froze, their eyes glued to the man's waist. An embroidered knife sheath peeked out from his clothes, and all the soldiers faces immediately changed.
"So it was the Lord," said the head soldier courteously, but his expression showed his doubts as he looked at the man. "This small one's eyes are poor, I didn't recognize Lord…"
If he was part of the local Jinyiwei, it would be impossible for them not to recognize him, but the person in front of them was very unfamiliar.
"From the capital," the man said, planting his leg on the stool.
This action made his robe spread out, revealing an identification plate hanging inside.
The head soldier read it carefully and moved back.
"We will get out of Lord's way," he said as he straightened up.
The other soldiers withdrew their weapons and stepped back while he was still talking.
During the conversation, the two watchmen were still being cowed into submission. The two did not even have time to shout before, in a blink of an eye, there were only three of them once more.
Although it wasn't explicitly stated who this man was, the two watchmen had also seen the embroidered knife and the identity plate. They couldn't make out the identity plate clearly, but they recognized the knife. Upon seeing it, they no longer dared to shout.
'Ancestors, how did we provoke you?'
The two men's bodies went limp, and they wanted to cry.
"Now answer the question," the man said, continuing to speak calmly. "What is the woodcutter like?"
Woodcutter?
The two watchmen were slightly befuddled by the question.
"Is Lord looking for firewood?" stammered out one brave soul. "They all live in the countryside. In the early morning, they will come to the city to sell firewood."
"Recently, has a stranger who calls himself a woodcutter come here?" the stranger asked, looking at the two watchmen.

[1] A painter planted bamboo outside of his house and carefully observed it everyday, rain or shine, for a long period of time. When people praised his paintings of bamboo, he said, "I just painted the mature bamboo in my heart." In other words, he was very prepared.


Jiuling was once the daughter of the crown prince, the princess of a nation. She specialized in medicine and incredibly intelligent, and yet she was murdered. After her death, she actually ended up reincarnated into the body of a distressed orphan girl, Jun Zhenzhen. One of these days, Jiuling was going to go back to her killer and get revenge. However, she had urgent matters at hand that needed tending to, trouble of which was left to her by the previous owner of Jun Zhengzhen.

Jun Zhenzhen was a simple-minded person, an unruly and distressed orphan girl. She hoped to rely on the marriage that her grandfather had arranged and marry the perfect husband in the hearts of many women - the young master of the Ning family. However, the Ning family completely abandoned her and was unwilling to go through with their arranged marriage. Furious, Jun Zhenzhen wanted to pretend to hang herself, but she ended up really dying. Thus, arrived Jiuling.

Having taken Jun Zhenzhen's body, Jiuling quick-wittedly resolved the difficult situation and saved the Ning family from embarrassment and also stood up for herself. Unfortunately, this little feat was just the first step on her long road to accomplishing her revenge...

sindhu pov
outside rain was pouring and hear i am with the stranger.. he was sleeping continuously.. i want to help him to apply ointment on his wounds.. but i don't think this place is not safe. 
i called my roommates ..they are in class.. i called watchmen in our hostel. he came and took that stranger with his home. its near compared to our hostel.. 
i went with him. i applied ointment and i touched his forehead and he was having fewer. i want to call doctor. but its difficult.. someone will follow him.. i don't dare.. i gave medicines...i took them for my safety. finally i will use for him. 
i am looking at him. why i am feeling like this?  why i am helping this stranger.?

" who are you?  why your facing this.. your looking very young compared to me. but your facing this much. " i asked his sleeping face. 
i understand he was having so many problems but i want to help him to solve them... i don't know but i am happy to see him sleeping without care about world. 
i will ask tomorrow. what happened to you ?
i slept on sofa in this watchmen room. i don't want to leave him alone. watchmen left us here and went hostel. 

madhu pov
i got up from the bed. i saw that girl. what she was doing here.? she helped me. i am not get care from anyone except mom. this is my first time. thank you i said to her sleeping place.. she is good . i want to talk to her but i am afraid.. 
i have to leave. i won't involve her in my problems. 
i saw her college bag and took her book and pen..i will meet you.. again.. 

""thank you and good bye" i wrote this for her.. 
i left... that place after that.. 

i don't like this to running away from them. i have no choice but stay away from them.. they said my dad died. now they want my shares to add their strength.. to get the ceo place.. they are cruel.. i want to teach everyone. what they did to my mom.?
i will take revenge on them. 

i went train station. i saw  different state board and i went in and sat on the seat...
i will leave now but i will come back...

i am editing this story if anyone interested please message me
I like Manu. but he didn't. 
I like Tanu but I don't know about her feelings...
I am a shy and quiet girl
I am an active and happy guy. 
I didn't talk much
 I like sports and dance.

I like Madhu but I will get him
I like Sindhu but I am scared too about this like..
I have everything. without him, I am lacking everything
I have nothing in my life except me but I want something I don't know
 I will get everyone attention except him
I like her but I can't be selfish
they are different in life but they lacked something. what it is?....do you want t know then read this story.....
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