Edgy vampires, but with a touch of comedy. 
Who the hell writes a dystopia like that!!!!! 
It ain't supposed to be fun! 
It's supposed to be dark!

Dystopia is Greek for bad place! 
#It needs an elite group that enslaves the population! 
Okay you have that. 
#But what about limited resources hoarded by a few? 
Also got that ...
#What about living conditions it needs to be...
Ok you have that covered. 
#What about a forced worship of a god!?
And you have that too. 
#Death games !?  
You can't have ,....you got that too....
#A deadly world where even going outside is ....
Checks out. 

That...that .... it ain't a dystopia if there is comedy ! 
You just ...can't ! You can't !!!! 

#This author is a dumbass !! 
He calls himself a professional shitposter already? 

Either way don't read it ! This novel bad ! Real bad !

(On hold for reasons, still a nice intro to the vampires in main novel) 
Edgy vampires, but with a touch of comedy. 
Who the hell writes a dystopia like that!!!!! 
It ain't supposed to be fun! 
It's supposed to be dark!

Dystopia is Greek for bad place! 
#It needs an elite group that enslaves the population! 
Okay you have that. 
#But what about limited resources hoarded by a few? 
Also got that ...
#What about living conditions it needs to be...
Ok you have that covered. 
#What about a forced worship of a god!?
And you have that too. 
#Death games !? 
You can't have ,....you got that too....
#A deadly world where even going outside is ....
Checks out. 

That...that .... it ain't a dystopia if there is comedy ! 
You just ...can't ! You can't !!!! 

#This author is a dumbass !! 
He calls himself a professional shitposter already? 

Either way don't read it ! This novel bad ! Real bad !

Have you ever wondered why you can't do what you should have been able to. And one day, an opportunity comes. They don't believe that it could be you. Two Gods offered salvation. For the impending dystopia. Or is it?

In a future dystopia, an anomaly is causing the dead to rise again. A group must face these demons as well as his inner demons as he tries to survive day to day. But sometimes, the demons aren't the undead, but the living...

Snarky hybrid outlaws stuck in a dystopia full of hard choices, facing the ultimate question - what is meant to be human? 
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Alternative synopsis: Law enforcer MC finds out that the law isn't always right - especially when it comes to hybrids. Will she stand up for what is right?

A day had gone by, no visible signs of progress on the waitlist.
Despite Mystical not having shown up to patrol the entire day, Dystopia seems to have retreated for the time being. No doubt planning something sinister.
I went to school the next day, catching up on missing work. Despite all of that happening in the span of a few days, school is always something I can depend on to be a constant in my life.
Well, a constant for the next seven years. Then I've got to graduate, work with teams, clients, and maybe whole companies. If I'm lucky I get to work for the government and build even more things. I have my whole life ahead, this whole superpowers thing will be a tiny blip in my plans. All I have to do is avoid Dystopia, don't draw his attention.
"I'm super worried about...Utopia." I sat down at lunch with the other two in our friend group. "I mean, being called by the public to contrast him. That just sounds like a death sentence."
Victor raised an eyebrow. "Death sentence? He hasn't even made any moves yet."
"That's what you think." Benjamin pondered out loud. "For someone like Dystopia, being outmaneuvered by a B-class superhero would send him to the moon through sheer anger alone."
"Oh god. She's gonna die."
"Like I said, as long and she lays low, Dystopia will probably forget about her." Benjamin grinned.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Ben." I inhaled a whole carton of milk. "Also, they really weren't joking about needing three times as much water. I'm already on my second water bottle today."
"Second water bottle and a whole milk carton. Do plants drink that much water?" Victor frowned.
"Trees drink ten-fifteen gallons." I shrugged. "I just need at least a gallon and a half, three times more."
"Can you like...absorb water through your skin? Like roots?" Benjamin whispered. He looked around to make sure no one was focusing on us. "Just throw yourself into a pool, and then all your water needs will be met instantly?"
"I'd have to try that out sometime." I glanced around us, looking out the window. "I hope Mystical can hold on."
"Well, he definitely knows that Mystical is in a sort of coma." Ben frowned. "What if he's attacking other wealthier supers in order to keep Mystical at the bottom of the waitlist?"
All of a sudden, a chilling silence settled on the table.
Victor shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Hmm, I don't know if I can drop another grand. My parents are going to question why I'm spending so much."
Benjamin brightened. "Embezzle!"
I sent death at both of them. "No!"
"Bold of you to assume I don't know how to embezzle." Victor grinned. "But no, I really can't. I've already dried up my allowance this month, and it's pretty early in the month."
"We're so broke." I dramatically spread myself across the table.
"We need to stave off that man as long as we can," Benjamin steepled his fingers, "because eventually, she's going to make it to the top of the list, he can't keep doing that forever."
"Yeah, we're also talking about this in the middle of a public high school, just so you know." Victor reached for his milk carton, but I had deftly stolen it from him. "Hey!"
"All your drinks belong to me now." I drank it.
"Condemning me for crimes but you're stealing stuff yourself." He rolled his eyes. "You should swift vocations, turn into a thief."
"Chill, I'll buy you a smoothie later."
"...I guess that's acceptable."
"Well, even if we lay low, people are going to worry about the lack of defense in the city." Benjamin said, this time at a lower whisper. "No one seems to be patrolling, and other people can take advantage of a helpless city."
"Like a display of power?" I raised an eyebrow.
Victor snapped his fingers. "Supernova is in this city, right? Utopia can go and patrol with him. He's the stuff of legends, even Dystopia treads carefully around a living nuke."
I frowned. "I don't know if…"
"Just ask." Benjamin encouraged me. "If not, we'd still need patrol anyway."
Lunch ended, and I headed over to the next class, still apprehensive about asking Dad to go to patrol with me this afternoon. It can't all be bad, right?
"Charlotte." Tina tugged my shirt. "Did you do it? Did Mystical approve your blueprint?"
"Well, not yet." I scratched my head. "It's still processing. I just submitted it yesterday."
"So...what did you put in it? Is it like Golden Archways or like Sanctuary?" Ahmed leaned over from the next table over.
"Well, I'm not allowed to say anything until a decision has been reached." I shrugged. "If it's my design, then my lips will be sealed until the next renovations. It's super cool though. The name of it is called Eden."
"Did you get a scholarship or anything like that? You must have gotten a scholarship for something like that."
"Well, let's hope." I shrugged. "What about you guys, did you see the news yesterday? I think I remember seeing you two at the fair."
Ahmed raised his hand. "Yeah, I was stuck under rubble, but the vines held the concrete long enough that I was able to crawl out. I think this is the first time a superhero's first battle has no casualties."
Tina made a face. "Eh...the appearance of Supernova though...."
"Why? What did he do?" I tilted my head.
"Oh yeah, you skipped that year." Tina frowned. "Supernova destroyed almost all of Switzerland, parts of France, and parts of Italy." I blinked. "Four million in casualties. Ashes for months in the sky. The condition was so bad my grandma in Venice couldn't fly to America to escape the fallout."
...Was that why Mom and Dad were so apprehensive about meeting the Department? Did they ruin three countries in an attempt to help Groundhog? And the Board let millions die? What was the alternative? "That's...horrible."
I don't know if I should do anything here.
I headed home as class ended for the day, sighing. If four million casualties was the best result the Board could come up with, then what was the other one?
I stepped in through the door. "I'm home!"
Dad had grown out his leg, fully healed up, he was playing games on the couch, lazing about as Mom read a book beside him. "How are you today?" Dad asked. "Any excited fans for Utopia?"
"No one seems to know that Hailey is in a coma right now, so that's good." I made a face, wondering if I should ask them about their nuke attempt. Nevermind. "No fans yet, they seem to just lump Utopia with the group, and Hailey as the de facto leader."
"So, Dystopia hasn't shown up yet, so that's good." Mom breathed a sigh of relief.
I threw my bag on the ground, and pulled out the gray uniform from the cupboard. "Um, Dad. Benjamin said that the longer we don't have anyone patrolling, more people will take advantage of Denver, so…."
Dad looked up, interested. Mom shook her head. "Nooo! You're not fully healed up yet, you can't just explode again, think of your poor heart."
"I have both arms and a leg, it's fine." He grabbed the sock on the hanger beside him and started putting on his prosthetic leg. "It's just patrol, a display of power."
"Are you really going to show up again?" Mom frowned. "I don't want you to…"
"I'll be fine." He kissed Mom on the forehead. "They can't do anything in one day. I can take it."
"The slander?" I might as well tell them I know they killed a few million people. "I'm sure anyone that's Swiss will still be angry no matter how many apologies you concoct."
"Oh." Mom frowned. "So...you aren't mad at us?"
"No, I'm just disappointed you're running away from all that." I grumbled.
Dad made a face. "Well, it's not the full reason we're hiding at the moment."
"Yeah, sure. Keep denying it." I looked over, and saw my parents give each other one of those looks. "What? What am I missing out on?"
"Actually yeah, I'm ashamed of myself for hiding for so long." Dad corrected himself.
"No no no no-wait, what did you guys do?"
"I killed a few million people and thousands of miles of ecosystems." Dad said. "And I worked my ass off trying to recover some of his reputation." Mom followed up.
"No! What was the real reason you are hiding right now?"
"To be honest," Dad cracked a grin. "I think that half-truth is better than the alternative. Better the world thinks of me as a coward."
Hmph. I crossed my arms, fully dressed now in the uniform. "Fine."
Dad picked up his molten armor from their bedroom. "We'll be back before dinner, Cathy. Take care."
"Take care." Mom waved.
We launched towards downtown. Along the way, Dad chatted with me in the air as he leaped over whole buildings in one bound. Never start from a single point, always appear in the city from different points. He couldn't let me go without a simple training course in martial arts, some basic maneuvers to get right.
I noticed eyes on us whenever Dad stopped to take a breather on the top of a building,
"How many times would you do this, exactly, in a week?" I asked.
"Well, there are varying degrees of danger levels that I go by." He thought for a second. "Mhh, it's been a while. I'll have to check my notebook."
"Wait, I'm supposed to keep a notebook?" I frowned.
"This is just a temporary position until Dystopia has been neutralized, no? I recommend keeping a journal just in case your services are ever needed again." He stretched, popping a few joints in his neck and back. "Let's sit up here for a moment. I'm not what I used to be."
I kicked my legs over the edge of the building, and took out a tiny notepad from my pocket just in case. I jotted down some pointers.
Days passed. No sign of Dystopia in the news. Now I was starting to worry what if he had already claimed Denver under my nose? What if he was away slowly plotting my slow and painful demise?
Meanwhile, Hailey shot up to the top of the list, and the healer had finally arrived in the apartment. I stiffened, sitting up as Seraphim arrived with a teleporter.
This...glow. She has no feet, but instead trailed light below her waist like a ghost. I almost had to close my eyes from the sheer amount of presence she brought to the room. First-generation supers are different, I need to remember that.
"Alright, last one for the day, psychic damage it seems." Seraphim put her hand on top of Hailey's forehead. "Yikes."
Me and Benjamin watched as the glow sank into Hailey's mind, and I watched as the mist under her waist grew fainter.
"Alright, she's lost a few days of memories, but it seems everything else seems to be in working order."
"Which few days of memories?" Benjamin asked.
"The few days before she went into a coma. If you two were with her, you should be able to recap everything that's happened since."
I frowned. So that means...she doesn't know I have superpowers.
"If that's everything, then I'll get going now." She waved goodbye as the teleporter took her away.
Benjamin stared for a second, then gently shook her shoulder. "Hailey, Hailey?"
"Mmh?" She woke up. "I thought the festival was until tomorrow."
"It's not-you...you got hurt."
Benjamin began to explain what had happened over the course of the past few days. The precautions taken, the fake Avalanche in town, and Dystopia seemingly off the charts.
"So we have a new superhero? B-class at that?" Hailey asked. "I can work with that."
Benjamin glanced at me. I thought for a moment. "Yeah…" I decided not to tell her, and looked at Benjamin with a nod. The faster I can separate that name from me, the faster I can get back to rebuilding the city. "Her name's Utopia. She's pretty awesome."

Charlotte Siegfried was just handed powers by chance after being exposed to radiation. Instead of focusing on her career to become a great architect, she finds herself helping out part-time with her best friend Hailey Dante to protect Denver from the world's greatest enemy, who has come to tear their city apart-

-until he goes missing.

However, was fighting against this foe all that she can offer to this world? What about her dream as an architect? And why would this missing villain suddenly seek her out for a truce?

Ye Qingya went back to his side character mode and started lazing around.

Ye Qingya opened his Spy Skill Window and started checking the videos, There were lots of videos saved in Spy Skill's Window Bar such as ''Lin Wan's complain about Ye Qingya and XXX with Ye Weishan'', ''Ye Ruoxie's studies by Wu ZiQing and her Lesbian act!'', ''Ye Ruoxie's hunting!'', ''Experiment on Su Qingyue!'', ''Kūgeki WenWen's First Kiss!'' and few other videos.

Ye Qingya played WenWen's Kiss video and edited it. He selected the hug and kiss part then copied it into another file just with his thoughts.

Ye Qingya brought out his mobile and asked R.I.S.Shizuka to send the Kiss video to his mobile.

Rogue Immortal System Shizuka Minamoto asked Ye Qingya: Do you want to link me with the mobile? Or do you just want me to send that video?

''What is the difference?'' asked Ye Qingya.

''There was a lot of difference. If you link me with the mobile, you can access everything just like connecting with the Wifi and when you disconnect the link you can't get any access. There won't be any effects by linking me with the Mobile, Even if you lose the mobile others can't open your mobile unless you disconnect the R.I.S. link'' said R.I.S.shizuka.

Ye Qingya told R.I.S.Shizuka to link with the mobile.
************************
Starting to connect with the Mobile. Scanning the mobile to find any defects or any anti-system corrupting tools. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scan complete. Nothing harmful/defect,... were detected, Joining the link, Forming the Link with the Mobile. Access granted.
1%...10%... ...100% Link Successful!

'' Now Host can access the R.I.S through the mobile or access the Mobile through R.I.S'' replied R.I.S.Shizuka Minamoto.
*************************
Ye Qingya kept the mobile inside his Ring and Summoned the Rogue Immortal System's Screen in front of him.

A Screen/Window appeared in front of Ye Qingya. Ye Qingya thought about his mobile and a mobile panel popped in front of him, He started checking his mobile, Everything is the same as the 'Original Mobile' such as ''Contact List'', ''Videos'', ''Photos'' and other ''apps'' and stuff.

Ye Qingya then opened the Kiss video and named it as ''WenWen's First Kiss!'' after that he opened WenWen's contact list and sent her the Video.

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Note:Mobile's and other devices work all over the worlds, All the Major World's were in contact with their Alliance Worlds with these devices and Teleportation(for major events), and Transporting ships, Space Trains/Flight, All Worlds were connected through devices.
As all of you watch other country movies, here you can watch other Worlds movies through World Channels.

Dystopia was an Exception so the 'In and Out' communications with Worlds were cut off, You can communicate with others in Dystopia only if they were inside Dystopia, No one knows where Dystopia was located. They can only enter whenever it opens, Due to this Secrecy, communication with outside Worlds were cut off.
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Ye Qingya uses Telepathy to communicate so he hasn't used the mobile until now. Generally, others use their mobile or other devices to communicate with their friends who were in different locations in Dystopia. The moment Ye Qingya sent the video WenWen received A Notification/Beeping Sound.

WenWen took the mobile from her pocket and checked the Notification. What greeted her the moment she opened the notification was ''WenWen's First Kiss!''. A caption displaying the words ''WenWen's First Kiss!'' appeared in front of her Eyes.

WenWen clicked on ''WenWen's First Kiss!'' and played the video, The video started playing, A scene played in front of WenWen Which made her Angry, Ye Qingya saw her reaction and felt happy but it didn't last long because WenWen gave a Smirk.
====================================
Ding!

R.I.S.Shizuka Minamoto made a Rogue act.
Reward: Spirit Beasts rage towards Ye Qingya disappeared.
======================================

Ye Qingya was confused by the notification and inquired R.I.S.Shizuka about it. ''What did it mean? Why did your name pop up saying you did a rogue act?'' Ye Qingya Questioned R.I.S.Shizuka.

''Why don't you play the video you sent to WenWen?'' replied R.I.S.Shizuka.

Ye Qingya sensed some back-stab and immediately played the video, Instead of the Kiss scene, what played in front of him was his lazy acts and his uncool/worst moments, including the beating he received by Su Qingyue during the time when he Experimented on her.

An immortal who dominated multiple realms, who experienced everything except Family love, killed countless enemies, destroyed schemes, betrayals,..............bored of living. 

Hmm, bored of living, what should I do? Everyone I know became dust in the river of time finally unable to endure anymore he sealed himself inside the coffin.

When he woke up, he was in the higher realm unlocking a Rogue Immortal System assisting him to become a Rogue Immortal from scratch/zero.

There would be a lot of X-rated scenes. I warned you so it's up to you now.

Don't curse me later and I hold Grudges.

      It's getting colder
It's getting darker
And for the first time...
I'm scared.

This isn't how it was planned
This is wrong. 
....

It's quiet. 
It's dark.
Where is everyone. 
I'm scared. 

....
....
Wait...
Who am I again....
Oh yes... 
I remember. 

My name is Dystopia
I'm a war machine,
I was created to do the dirty work
I'm a monster , I killed him. 
I'm evil. 
I'm the bad guy. 
I do not good. 
I am not nice. 
I don't hate.
I don't cry.
I don't care .
I don't love...
I'm a thing

It's getting colder , and colder. 

Am I dead. I hear.... Muffled voices.
....
....
....
What are they saying....
I don't know....

I see a bright light ....
And now I hear nothing....
Is this how it feels to die.....
It's...not that bad...
....
....
....

My name is Dystopia 
I'm a war machine...
I killed half of the city ....
I can see what they can't see...
I can hear what they can't hear....

I can see you. 
I can hear you.

I'm hungry .... So ... IM COMING FOR YOU~

  And an invisible glass screen cracks.

After the great war , freaks were nearly extinct. All what was left was the half breeds who were either taken away as specimens for top secret experiments or they hide praying to never be found. Two of the most valuable test subjects start what they were made for. Will it work? Or will things turn out ... Horribly wrong? Or ... Will it only be Misfortune

Ickapoo is superior as an Alien. But his privilege must translate into care for the less privileged, who must in turn submit to his Authority rather than subvert, negate his Authority/
	The Handmaid’s tale is Atwood’s speculative fiction about what would happen if religious fundamentalists who are out to reverse the progresses made by the feminist movement were to take over America and replace the capitalist government with a theocracy of Christian fundamentalist state. 
In Atwood’s dystopia, the trend of viewing women solely in terms of their functions in society is taken to its extreme conclusion in the setting up of women in roles such as handmaids, Aunts, Wives, Marthas, Econowives and so on. Women in an extreme patriarchal society are reduced to mere functions such as Offred’s status as a walking womb in her role solely to breed in a society where environmental disasters have destroyed the fertility of most women and there is a limited number of women to breed for the purpose of perpetuating society. 
She is reduced also to the patronymic name Offred meaning Of Fred because she is solely the property of her commander Fred in the story and her identity as in individual with rights has been erased, a logical conclusion of the current trend to term women solely as Mrs John Atkins and so on.
	While Atwood’s vision of the brutalization of women in extreme patriarchal states might seem unrealistic, it is merely a logical extension of trends today such as viewing women solely as mothers who remain the property of their husbands and whose sole responsibility is to breed and perpetuate the family name. 
According to Atwood thus, the oppression of women and the reduction of women to mere breeding and servile functions in society has its roots in patriarchal and fundamentalist religions such as extreme incarnations of a Christian fundamentalist state which views women solely as the property of men and whose sole functions lie in the domestic sphere.
 As such, June or Offred gets terminated from her job as a librarian and reduced to a mere handmaid whose sole purpose if to breed and get impregnated so that she can perpetuate a sterile society where fertility is limited.
	It is clear in Atwood’s dystopia that women function solely in the society as the servants and property of the men they serve. Hence Offred’s individual name is erased and she is reduced to her function as a handmaid or breeder and she is allowed no private space of her own as even her room has been visited and invaded by the Commander whom she belongs to.Atwood is merely projecting to its logical conclusion trends that are already inherent in current society, such as the view of women as servants of the domestic sphere who should not be allowed to extend their functions beyond the domestic or maternal sphere as extreme Biblical fundamentalists who declared feminists as anti-family heretics were termed in Atwood’s time.
	It is also clear in Atwood’s dystopia that women function merely as the playthings or toys of men, as is shown in the scene where the Commander commands Offred to don a harlot like dress and to visit Jezebel’s, a prostitutes den in which women are reduced to dressing up as sex toys for men to be solely used for their sexual pleasure. The commodification of women as sex objects, sex toys and mere maternal or domestic workers then becomes very clear in Atwood’s dystopian novel.
	Yet if the politics of Atwood’s take is clearly a feminist reaction to dystopian trends in patriarchal society it offers no radical revolutionary solution to this feminist dystopia because the Handmaid’s tale remains a romantic novel in which Offred is rescued by the chivalric Nick whom she has an affair with and who later heroically functions as the knight in shining armour who will arrange her escape.
 So while it is categorically men who are the oppressors in this novel, it is also a romance in which it is a male who comes to the rescue of Offred and liberates her from the Christian theocratic oppression that she suffers. Hence there is no utopian declaration or vision of women who will somehow come to liberate themselves from their male oppression, indeed Atwood’s vision is that while males imprison, they are also the potential liberators or redeemers of women as they can use their Biblical based power inscribed in patriarchy to set women free.
 	Moira who had been a swashbuckling lesbian feminist radical is reduced to a prostitute’s role eventually at Jezebel’s. Hence I would argue that Atwood does not view women as capable of liberating or redeeming themselves from male oppression, instead they remain at the mercies of men to liberate them from their prisons as rescue them from their prisons by using their Biblically inscribed privilege to allow women to extend beyond the circumscribed limits of their patriarchal defined roles in society such as Wives, handmaids and servile breeders of men.
	The tone of Atwood’s dystopia thus remains bleak as it does not view women as capable of conducting their own revolutions of redeeming themselves from their patriarchal imposed prisons in society as the fate of Moira in Jezebels shows. Her rebellion in being a lesbian and separatist from patriarchal society fails as she has no one to redeem her from her fate of being punished for her lesbian separatism in being reduced to a mere sex toy at Jezebel’s. 
She is also described as being defeated and resigned to her fate of being a mere plaything at the hands of men as it is men who wield true power in a Biblical theocracy of patriarchal state. Atwood’s dystopia is thus pessimistic to the end that it offers no radical alternative to patriarchy and indeed declares that while men imprison and oppress it is only the power of men in society which will set women free to move beyond their roles inscribed by patriarchal society as Nick as chivalric hero shows. 
	Women thus remain at the mercy of men for their confinement or liberation and remain dependents on men whichever route they choose to follow, as conformists or rebels against patriarchy, it is only members of the paternal order or men who have the power to confine or liberate them as it were. 
In Offred’s room is the inscription in Latin :Don’t let the bastards grind you down, but it is Offred’s experience, in her games with the Commander and her eventual liberation by Nick, that she remains very much at the mercy of men as patriarchy and Biblical authorities have put men in places of privilege and control to determine the fates of women who serve them.
Atwood also does not dismiss male privilege. She eventually makes it clear that it is the Commander who has allowed Offred to win at the game of scrabble and there is no escaping subordination or biological inferiority to men as woman in the bible was made as a helper and subordinate to Adam and merely to complement Adam as a servant rather than function as an equal. This is made clear in the reduction of women to servile roles as Wives, Marthas, Aunts, Econowives and Handmaids. Females it seems are condemned to serve men in society and as Atwood’s romance has it, they remain at the mercy of men to liberate them from their male imposed prisons. There is thus no escaping male privilege, the female’s choice is merely to negotiate or play within the confines of male power.
This is a reconstruction. All of it is a reconstruction. It’s a construction now, in my head, as I lie flat on my single bed rehearsing what I should or shouldn’t have said, what I should or shouldn’t have done, how I should gave plated it, If I ever get out of here. (Atwood 1985: 144)
It becomes clear from the above quote that Offred is reduced to negotiate with male power and remains solely at the mercy of male power and has to play games within its confines while Atwood seems grim at the possibility of escape from this female dystopia on Offred’s own terms as it is Nick who eventually rescues Offred from the tyranny of the Commander,
Let’s stop there. I intend to get out of here. It can’t last forever. Others have thought such things, in bad times before this, and they were always right, they did get out one way or another, and it didn’t last forever. Although for them it may have lasted all the forever they had. (Atwood, 1985: 144)
It becomes clear that this idea of being forever imprisoned by men is the grim reality for women because of the patriarchal privilege which is delineated for them by the bible. Hence the forever indeed lasts as long as a woman lives, being all the forever they had as it is a metaphysical subordination that woman has been imprisoned by being decreed by God to be Man’s helper and servant and it is only man as such who has the power to liberate woman as Nick does from her role, there is no escape for women on their own terms.
When I get out of here, if I’m ever able to set this down, in any form, even in the form of one voice to another, it will be a reconstruction too, at yet another remove. It’s impossible to say a thing exactly the way it was, because what you say can never be exact, you always have to leave something out, there are too many parts, sides, crosscurrents, nuances, too many gestures, which could mean this or that, too many shapes which can never be fully described, too many flavours, in the air or on the tongue, half colours too many. But if you happen to be a man, sometime in the future, and you’ve made it this far, please remember, you will never be subjected to the temptation of feeling you must forgive a man as a woman. It’s difficult to resist, believe me. But remember that forgiveness too is a power. To beg for it is a power, and to withhold it or bestow it is a power, perhaps the greatest. (Atwood, 1985: 144)
The only power that women hold is thus the written word and testimony as Offred testifies to the brutality that is conducted on her by patriarchal society. The only power she has as a woman is the power to forgive the sins heaped upon her by men who use and abuse her only as a domestic slave and sex toy. The only resistance that Offred has is to withhold or bestow forgiveness and Atwood describes this power to withhold to bestow forgiveness as the greatest power of all, because in history women have been silenced and it has always been His Story, this is Offred’s attempt at reclaiming the narrative and making it Herstory by controlling and regulating the power to withhold or bestow forgiveness of men for their many abuses of her.
 Even in the Bible, it is mentioned that it is the poor in spirit, the poor, the marginalized, the oppressed, the silent that God eventually will have mercy on, so while women experience gender discrimination and oppression in this life, in the afterlife where there is no marriage or distinction into gender roles as angels women may finally experience reprieve from all the injustices they had to suffer on earth as women under the subordination of men.
Or you’d remember stories you’d read, in the newspapers, about women who had been found- often women but sometimes men, or children that was the worst- in ditches or forests or refrigerators in abandoned rented rooms, with their clothes on or off, sexually abused or not, precautions you took that had to do with locks on windows and doors, drawing the curtains, leaving on lights.These things you did were like prayers, you did them and you hopes they would save you.And for the most part they did.
But all of that was pertinent only in the night, and had nothing to do with the  man you loved, at least in daylight. With that man you wanted it to work, to work out. Working out was also something you did to keep your body in shape, for the man. If you worked out enough, maybe the man would too.Maybe you would work it out together, as if the two of you were a puzzle that could be solved, otherwise one of you most likely the man, would go wandering off on a trajectory of his own, taking his addictive body with him and leaving you with bad withdrawal, which you would counteract by exercise.If you didn’t work it out it was because one of you had the wrong attitude.Everything that went on in your life was thought to be due to some positive or negative power from inside your head. (Atwood 1985: 238-239)
Indeed while Atwood describes the man’s departure as the woman’s fault, as the wrong attitude she holds towards the men that makes the man responsible for leaving the woman and not making the relationship work out, it remains that women even in relationships where equality is supposed to happen are at the mercy of men. 
Women are supposed to bear the right or wrong attitude towards men, or the positive or negative power towards men, but it remains the women who must change their attitudes and dance around men’s attitudes whereas men can be entirely indifferent and leave women as they please because the women are not behaving in a manner that pleases them, women are expected to keep fit and work out for men while men can only work out if it pleases them or if they want to, at heart is the absolute power that men hold over women and the double standards at work.
 Women are expected to conform to men’s desire and to meet expectations and work and change to meet expectations, while men can remain static and just hold on to their stubborn desires and withdraw from women and leave them if they do not please them simply because they have the power to do so.
The Handmaid’s Tale is thus about the absolute power that men wield over women in society because of Biblical authority. The world at present remains, patriarchal in its inheritance of Biblical traditions and its inscription of the female as the servant and subordinate of the male because God designated Eve to be Adam’s helper and servant, to be Of Adam rather than Eve. The story is thus an attempt at protesting this absolute tyranny of male privilege over female subordination and oppression.





It was the year 2046. In the distant and faraway planet or Yr lived a lonely alien named Ickapoo. It had no friends as all its species had been vanquished from a meteor storm. In its solitude and misery it pined for a companion.
Yr was a bare and inhospitable planet. With winds blowing at 150 km an hour, it was virtually impossible to see past the blizzard and storm. Ickapoo yearned for friends and company. Many a time he fiddled with his transistor radio, sending out messages and hoping for a response. He sent fire launchers and rockets into space, hoping that some space traveler would find out about his existence. Ickapoo was an alienated alien. In the same way humans wondered whether we were the only species to inhabit the universe, Ickapoo felt estranged and isolated from the rest of the cosmos.  Join Ickapoo on his escapades across galaxies and worlds in search of company.
Ickapoo the lonely Alien, 2046 is created by Chung Chin-Yi , an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author

"Is it not time for us to move yet? The fourth phase is about to start. They do not look like they are going to be able to hold on for much longer." A nervous guild representative said. Nine different guilds joined hands in this operation and out of the nine, his guild was the weakest. If it was not for the rewards he was promised, the guild representative would never have joined such a risky operation.

The end prize was Venetia, but it was impossible to divide the town between the different guilds. Venetia would be valuable only if it was owned by a single guild. An agreement was signed between the different guilds. For now, Dystopia would claim ownership of the town and one week later, the guilds would fight each other to decide who would be the final owner of the town. The rest of the guilds who participated would be rewarded with a portion of the town's revenue and a few rare items from the winning guild.

"It is already the fourth time you are saying that. Don't look down on these NPCs. They can last for a little while longer. The mayor did not even come out of her office yet. It shows that she is confident in her monsters." Excel answered with a tinge of annoyance.

"I am certain the mayor must have reserve troops waiting inside. At this rate it will be better to just give up and join the battle. Look at how many Undead there are. If we joined in, we would have already collected thousands of 'Wish Bones' and other items." Endless commented while swinging his blade at the wind to vent himself. He glanced at Excel, but the latter did not seem to react.

The guild representatives could only bitterly smile as Endless pointed out what they had missed. As they did not participate in the battle, they had no rights to collect the drops of the Undead. It was heart-wrenching to watch the weaker players collect all these drops under their eyes.

All the guilds were working together, spreading their members around the empire to cover the most towns as possible. They funnelled all the loot they collected into a single member who would then redeem the most valuable items from the special shop. 

Any player could access the shop simply by opening their interface. An additional tab was added where the players could see the available items. At the top of the list were unique items that could only be exchanged once among all the players in all the ten servers and already, a few items had disappeared. 

There were three types of loot that could be used for exchange: Wish Bones that dropped from bone monsters like skeletons, Imbued flesh that dropped from flesh monsters like zombies and Corrupted Souls that dropped from phantom like monsters the wraiths and ghosts. 

It was clear that the top rewards required the collaboration of many players to obtain. The best rewards were growing weapons that could be infinitely upgraded. These were extremely rare items but unexpectedly, a large range of weapons, one for each battle style and class showed up. However, the players needed at least a million of each type of drops to redeem even one weapon. And yet, two weapons had already disappeared. The Sceptre of Amaranth that suited the Black Mages and the Spear of Dragneel designed for Spearmen had already been redeemed.

Aside from the top tier rewards, many first-tier rewards had also been redeemed. The guild representatives were in contact with their superiors at all time, monitoring which item was being redeemed. This applied a lot of pressure on the guilds; in the hands of an elite, each item could turn into a weapon of mass destruction. 

"Talk for you. I have more than a thousand members sitting here doing nothing. If I did not follow your stupid plan, I could have gathered tens of thousands of drops. Now, all these precious drops are being shared among these useless players." Albatross grunted. His guild, Blue Lagoon, had yet to redeem any valuable reward. They were aiming for the top weapons but upon seeing that two weapons had been redeemed, worry rose in their heart. It meant that the top guilds were already able to redeem these weapons. Soon, all of them would be gone but Blue Lagoon was still far from being able to redeem one. Blue Lagoon was an extremely powerful guild but if it was unable to get their hands on any of those weapons, their standing would inevitably fall. 

"No need to be so aggressive. Don't you see that I also have a thousand members sitting there? We are all suffering from the same penalty. Blame your guild's inability." Excel replied back sharply. How could she not feel the stress building up? The messages kept flowing in the group chat of the leaders of Dystopia. Despite being the acknowledged number one guild, they were not the one who collected the weapons. They were supposed to know everything about the event; all the tips and tricks to maximise the number of drops they obtained and yet, they had failed to redeem a weapon first.

"D*mn! It is just frustrating to stay here doing nothing. I would rather much be fighting these Undead. Almost eight hours have passed but Blue Lagoon has yet to collect enough drops for a weapon. I suppose that one of the guilds who redeemed the two weapons is Dystopia, right?" Albatross said with a defeated expression.

All the guild representatives turned their attention to Excel. She was the one who remained the calmest during the entire progress of the event. In their eyes, it meant that Dystopia had an edge over them and had already collected a top tier reward.

Excel could feel the stares of the guild representatives. They were all waiting for her to acknowledge Dystopia's superiority over the other guilds. Excel's expression darkened; as much as she wanted to lie, it would be pointless to do so. Sooner or later, the real owner of the two weapons would come out. She could only bite her lips as she replied quietly. "It was not us."

"What?"

"It was not you?"

The guild representatives exclaimed in surprise. Her words brought a wave of turmoil among the representatives. If even Dystopia was not the first to collect the weapons, which guild was able to accomplish such a feat. From Albatross' words, they could safely infer that it was not Blue Lagoon and judging by Endless' disgruntled expression, it was not Vultex either.

The guild representatives eyed each other, going from the strongest to the weakest guild. Yet, none of them seem to be confident enough to say that their guild redeemed one of the weapons.

"Who could it be? A guild from another server? One that is even stronger than Dystopia?"

The guild representatives quickly started to communicate with their own guilds, informing them that it was not Dystopia who redeemed the weapons. 

While they were busy speculating, a player came running from the town and stopped in front of the nine guild representatives. "Sorry to interrupt you but the mayor has just left her office. She is making her way to North side of the city, to the city wall."

"…"

"I see. Then, let us go and meet her. I guess it is right time to probe the situation." Excel broke the awkward atmosphere.

…

"Boom Boom Boom!"

As the fourth phase of the Night of Macabre started, loud rumbles sounded in the distance. The ground shook with each rumble. A huge wave of Undead appeared; on top of the previous Undead, Poltergeists, Soul Remnants and Decayed Carcasses joined the fray.

"Boom!"

Still, the rumble did not stop. All the monsters could feel the threatening aura making its way toward Venetia. It was another Boss Monster that was accompanying the wave of Undead. In the distance, a large pair of eyes could be seen partially hidden by the fog. The eyes were empty and soulless. Judging by the height of the eyes, the incoming creature was at least a giant! This time, it was coming from the East and would crash into Mars and the troops of the Temple.

"How is it looking?" Iris anxiously asked. She could feel the ground shaking with each rumble. The footsteps of the creature were enough to bring fear into the defenders. 

"Fighting the waves of Undead is still fine for now. Although the strength of the Undead increased, the interval between each wave also increased. At first, waves of Undead emerged from the fog every three minutes but now, the interval increased to ten minutes." Neptune reported. She casted a lot of spells during the last few hours but did not look exhausted. It was all thanks to the buffs given by the Blue Moon which greatly helped spellcasters like her.

"What about the huge boss?"

"We don't know yet. We don't even know which monster it is, but Mars should be able to handle it. Based on the rumbles we are hearing; the creature must be quite slow. You don't have to worry about it."

Iris nodded in silence. She could see how tired her monsters were. Fighting for eight hours straight took a toll on the monsters but thanks to the huge supply of potions she previously bought from the dungeon shop, they should be able to hold for a few more hours.

The only positive note about the Night of Macabre was the enormous amount of DP she was collecting. All the powerful players and NPCs who stayed in Venetia were generating a lot of DP. Furthermore, endless waves of Undead that were being slaughtered by the defenders. Iris' total DP count already rose to 2.8 million DP in just eight hours.

Soon, the mysterious creature emerged from the fog, revealing its hideous figure to the defenders of Venetia. It was a level 50 Flesh Tyrant. The Flesh Tyrant was a creature following the same bloodline as the Abominations. It was a giant made of flesh; an amalgam of various dead creatures vulgarly patched together. It was 20m tall, dragging a large shipwreck behind as a weapon. 

"Boom!"

The Flesh Tyrant continued to advance toward Venetia. Each step left a giant mark on the ground. Worthy of being a boss monster, just its presence alone afflicted all the defenders with a powerful debuff: "Intimidated". It reduced all the stats of the surrounding creatures by one.

"Are you sure it is going to be fine? It is a level 50 Boss Monster." Iris exclaimed with worry. 

"Mars is also at level 50. He can deal with the Flesh Tyrant. And remember, compared to the wild Boss Monsters, we are wearing a full set of equipment. We are much stronger than wild monsters. Even Karyn, who is at level 43 can deal with it because of her unique title. With her extreme agility, she can abuse the Flesh Tyrant's weakness, its speed." Ceres reassured her.

"But what worries me is that there are still four more hours to go. The first Boss Monsters was a Bone Drake at level 40 who appeared at the fourth hour. The second one is a level 50 Flesh Tyrant who appeared at the eighth hour. Looking at the pattern… We should expect a level 60 Boss Monster near the end of the Night of Macabre. Even Venus, who's at level 53 might have trouble fighting back."

Iris and the surrounding monsters fell silent upon hearing Ceres. The situation was indeed not ideal. 'I have almost 3 million DP. Maybe I can buy something in the dungeon shop that will help the monsters.'

'The defensive weapons like cannons are already out of the picture. Because they required complex engineering work, they cannot be directly bought in the dungeon shop. Should I buy a new monster? But even with 3 million DP I cannot buy a level 60 monster. Should I buy something to help alleviate the fatigue of the monsters? Because of the guild players' actions, my monsters had to waste a lot more energy.'

'Speaking of the devil…'

As Iris was browsing through the list of available items in the dungeon shop, she noticed some movements in the corner of her eyes. There was a large group of players making her way towards the city wall. Leading them was a player named Excel.

Iris frowned lightly. She was naturally aware of the players' plan; their secret gathering did not go unnoticed by the monsters. Although they bought the land plots and could construct their own private areas; at the end of the day, these land plots were still within Iris' dungeon. With the power of her dungeon core, she could watch any area of her dungeon. The players were unaware of their lack of privacy.

Not only did Iris know about the guild representatives' combined operation, she also knew about the guilds' individual plans. She saw her mother, Vanity receiving harsh criticism for failing to recruit her into Blue Lagoon. All the guilds without exception had been scheming to obtain Venetia and kick the others out. But a scheme known by the enemy was completely useless.

"Miss Iris. I know you are busy because of the event but will it be possible to have a word?" Excel shouted from the stairs leading to the top of the city wall. Two Elphames were guarding the stairs, not allowing any non-monsters from going up. While the Elphames were far weaker than the Lionmen, being only level 26, Excel and the other players did not dare to fight them yet.

Iris turned her attention to the players; her eyes met Excel's. 'Are they going to pull the trigger now? Venus and the other succubi should be nearby. As long as we deal with them quickly, the church will not be alerted. They should all be busy on the other side of the town.'

"What is it? Are you here to explain why you and your guild members are not on the battlefield despite accepting the defence quest? I hope you realise that there is a penalty for failing the quest."

After being betrayed, framed and kicked down to the ground, our protagonist was sentenced to life imprisonment. But a few days later, a global disaster occurred, people from all nations migrated to underground refuges.

As a prisoner, he thought his life was over, abandoned by everyone. However, he wakes up, greeted by Gaia, the person responsible for New Earth.

New Earth was a second chance for him, watch as he builds up his own dungeon and become known by all as the Emperor of Madness

Note that this is a slow novel and dungeon building only takes place after 40 chapters

[Note: I am also posting this novel on RoyalRoadLegends: https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/18115/new-earth--the-dungeon-of-madness]

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