The sound is loud. Can you please stop it?
Gwen really bothered with guitar sounded from the next door. Can she even get a so called princess sleep for only a few minutes? All this driving her crazy ????

English is not my first language, but I am pretty confident that it is at least readable.

Also, I will try to upload daily, but I usually just write when I feel like it. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, but please talk through an objective point of view.

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Merlin, a young lad that was currently trying to play the F 
chord, was thrown into a series of unfortunate events. He decided, as a last-ditch effort, to throw the guitar onto the computer to delete the opened tabs, them being 228922 and 177013 because of his friends. 
He thought, 'At least I will not be detected as part of the degenerate sect.' 
Little did he know, that him and the guitar were suddenly teleported, leaving the laptop completely untouched.


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English is not my first language, but I am pretty confident that it is at least readable.

Also, I will try to upload daily, but I usually just write when I feel like it. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, but please talk through an objective point of view.

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Merlin, a young lad that was currently trying to play the F 
chord, was thrown into a series of unfortunate events. He decided, as a last-ditch effort, to throw the guitar onto the computer to delete the opened tabs, them being 228922 and 177013 because of his friends. 
He thought, 'At least I will not be detected as part of the degenerate sect.' 
Little did he know, that him and the guitar were suddenly teleported, leaving the laptop completely untouched.


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"Your heighness is wise, thanks to your advice... the Imperial Medical Academy has cured the plauge ravaging the land." - Doctor

"I did what now?" - Prince

"Your heighness is strong, the demonstration of your martial arts has convined the enemy nation to retreat" - General

"My butt was just itchy, how does scratching it without using my hands count as martial arts?" - Prince

"Your heighness is kind, the foreign princess with godly beauty was moved by you saving her life and hopes to be your empress" - Eunuch

"What princess? All I did was give some fried chicken to some homeless vagrant woman" - Prince

I felt really happy entering the assembly hall. We sat with our classes and I realised that I had been here before, on the first day of school, when the principal gave her welcome address and the school student president (now known as Matt) had talked to us and introduced the student affairs to us. That was like another lifetime ago now. 

Now the faceless students I sat with were classmates with names and faces. I even recognized one of two of our school event hosts - Jules. Was he the senior event host that would be graduating out this next year? 

The other event host was a girl with an almost shoulder length bob and a wide smile. Her eyes looked sparkly even from where I was seated in the second half of the hall. 

"Hi, I know everyone is very excited, but please come in and take your seats. We will be starting soon." She announced on the stage before disappearing again behind the curtains. 

Oh, I knew the stage looked different. The podium had been moved right to the side. Next to it was two mic stands, I suppose they were for the event hosts. 

And the curtains were drawn. 

I felt definitely excited about meeting what was behind the curtain. My lucky sense of direction was certain it was something I liked very much. Yay! 

Krystal and Zara started bickering about whether drummers or guitarists made better boyfriends. 

I threw a glance over to see what Marcus had to say about it, but he was just tapping on his phone, as if he hadn't noticed. Henry smirked and gave me a wink. 

Wow. Looks like the Alpha was in a good mood. Haha
I threw him back a wide smile and turned back to face front.

I was feeling chill myself. I guess it's because I'm done with homework for the day. I even finished going through the files in the train this morning. And also, Wolfie was... Content? At ease? Who knew the ways of a wolf? I was supposed to be one myself, and I can't figure me out. 

"Good evening, I mean, good afternoon everyone." Jules took to the mic on the side of the stage, the girl with the sparkly eyes smiled widely at that, "Are you using the wrong script?" 

"Ah yes, sorry. Too many events lately." Jules returned with a practiced smile, then he looked up at the audience, "I'm Julian."

"And I'm Romana." The girl with the sparkly eyes said.

Together they announced, "And we'll be your hosts."

"As usual." Jules added. 

"Yes." Romana answered, "But please stick to the script Julian." 

And I knew from that moment that I wanted to be a school's event host one day. 

"Before we begin, I'd like to remind everyone that taking videos or photos is not permitted during the performance." Romana said. She sounded so professional. 

Jules, "Well then, without further ado, it brings me great pleasure to introduce the reigning champion high school of Battle of the Bands, our friends from Green Leaf Academy!" 

Eh?

"Eh? Isn't that the school your prince goes to?" Zara asked me. 

"Is he here?" Krystal asked.

"What prince?" Pearl asked but no one answered because there was the loudest guitar riff as the stage curtains parted and there at the centre mic under the spotlight was Dean. 

(Now, tell me you didn't see that coming.)

Only that Dean's acoustic guitar was on the stand next to his mic. So the guitar we were hearing was coming from... Ben's green electric. 

Ben. I knew he played the guitar... But the guitar I knew was the one at home, in his room, an old beat up thing with strings, right? What was he doing here?

"Hello, Sam's school." Dean said into the mic. He smiled easily, picking up his guitar like he did this every day. At least I recognized this guitar, even though Dean looked kind of different on stage too. Jasmine gasped and grabbed my arm, but the rest of the school was unmoved.

"We're at Winderhill." A gorgeous girl with a mic stepped out from backstage. The audience got quieter suddenly.

When I said gorgeous, I meant like large loose curls on shoulders, short black dress, like someone who stepped out from an MTV kind of gorgeous. 

"Oh, sorry. Wrong school." Dean shrugged good naturedly and smiled at us. He adjusted his guitar strap, completely unfazed at the crowd, "Let's try that again."

"Hello Winderhill! I'm Dean. The guy showing off on guitar right now is Ben." 

At this, Ben slammed down on his strings to stop the music. 

The school laughed a bit. Dean shrugged, "He can be a bit moody." 
 
Dean continued smoothly, "Bassist there is Marlow."

Marlow's fingers made some quick steps over the bass to create a baseline. 

The audiended woooed at that and clapped a bit.

"What's up, my man." Dean greeted his bassist. Marlow ended the base line abruptly. 

"I'm not 'your man.'" Marlow growled. 

A girl squealed. I don't know why. A few students sniggered at her.

But Dean only lifted his hands up in mock surrender and then turned back to us, "See the people I put up with for the sake of music..."

Some of the audience chuckled. Dean continued the introductions, "Anyway, on the keys is Shannon." 

Shannon played something fancy. Which surprised me because I've ever only heard him on guitar.

"And keeping the beat back there is Link." The drums sounded in response, ending with the cymbals splashing. 

"And last but not least," Dean indicated to the gorgeous girl next to him, "Our school songbird, Lola." 

Lola? That's Lola? Like my gamma, Lola? The guys in school started applauding and hooting. 

"Woah... Yeah, she didn't even sing yet and you're cheering." Dean pretended to complain, "You guys are so unfair!"

The audience chuckled. 

"Okay, here's the deal, we're going to work hard today to play for you and if we do a good job, you scream_"

Someone screamed. 

"Wait." Dean scolded, "We haven't started yet."

The school laughed. 

"Shut up and play, Dean" Ben bossed into the mic.

"Ooooo..." Said the audience. 

"Okay, okay..." Dean started playing on the guitar. This was another guy I've heard play the guitar and sing, maybe even more so than Ben or Shannon, and on that very same guitar.

But today, maybe it was the stage, or the full band behind him. today I felt like I was hearing Dean perform for the first time.

And then when Lola joined him, it was like I forgot I was in school.

Their duet was incredibly sensual. I would have thought they were mates. Except I also knew they were not... They were performing for the audience.

They were singing to us and we were mesmerised.

THEN IT GOT LOUD
We all clapped and applauded at the end of the opening act. Dean took a bow, and then opened his hand to Lola who took it with a smile and bow too. 

They stepped away and the three hyenas picked up the mics and stepped forward. I saw Kev pull on the bass Marlow had abandoned in the background. 

Nix smirked and drawled into the mic, "Yo."

The audience warmed up by now, readily clapped and cheered back. 

"To tell you the truth, we don't sing much, so don't expect anything fancy" Nix said with a winsome smile.

"Yeah, we're just here so we can skip class." Ethan added with a laugh.

The music started in the background. Ben obviously deciding not to wait for any more chit chat.

"This one is a classic." Marlow said before he started, but even before he did, the opening beat made it obvious that he didn't mean classical music kind of classic.

He meant Savy's kind of classic, which wasn't so much singing than yelling in the mic, I mean they were rapping. 

"Kick it!"

And the guys were off, moving and rapping and pretty much riling the audience up.

The whole school roared in response. I had no idea we had this much suppressed rebellion happening till today. 

"You gotta fight..."

And by the time the hyenas were through, the school was pretty much all on their feet shouting along. 

"...PARTY!"

All around the kids were singing or screaming or stomping or waving.

It was bad. And loud. And my ears were ringing. But it was also incredibly fun. 

Madam Principal, the vice principal, the discipline mistress and Coach Williams were shouting at each other just off stage. I think they were discussing over the noise if they should stop the madness. 

But they didn't have to worry because the hyenas were soon chased off by none other than Harvey himself. 

The band quietened. Harvey walked out, holding his black electric by its neck. He picked up the fallen mic stand in the middle of the stage. 

"Oi." He said to the guys behind him. 

The three hyenas stepped back into the shadows in a row, and posed like three naughty kittens in front of their mother. 

Our school naturally laughed at the three hyenas' plight.

"I told you not to play that song." Harvey said into the mic. 

The guys bowed and left the stage.

"Sorry, they're not usually like this." He said with a wry smile into the mic as he leaned forward to wear his guitar, "they're usually worse."

"Give it up for Nix, Marlow, and Ethan." Harvey said. 

The three bad boys came back out, made a quick bow to the laughing and clapping audience and slipped backstage again. 

The school continued to whoop and cheer. I was starting to wonder if some of the audience was just letting out steam now. 

Harvey held up a hand and then everyone quietened, waiting to see what Harvey would do. 

My Beta, in his usual leather jacket and calm smile, but with the addition of a jet black electric guitar. 

He started playing, picking out clear and quick notes on his guitar, "This song is to someone important to me."

"Is your prince going to sing to you?" Zara asked.

I highly doubted it, but I paid special attention to the lyrics to try to guess who the song was for.

As far as I could tell, he was singing to a very enigmatic person who was probably dangerous to fall in love with. 

You know how they say when someone takes to the stage and became another person? Well my calm and cool beta was doing that. Turning up the heat so that you could barely hear him above the screaming girls.

A lot of screaming, I had to cover my ears until I think the audience figured out they were missing the performance due to their own screaming, and quietened.

I suddenly felt embaressed to feel his emotions through the song. It felt too private, so passionate, I had to remind myself that it was just a performance. It wasn't real. 

And then a lot of guitar... Beta can really play the guitar. And the screaming started again.

Eventually, all good things must come to an end.

"You guys are probably the loudest audience we've ever played for." Harvey told us a little breathlessly when we came to the end. This pleased us greatly and we obliged by making more noise. He held up his hands for quiet, we quieten so he would continue. 

Harvey smiled wryly at us, "But here's the last one, an old favourite from Imagine Dragons." Harvey centered the mic with the spotlight as he spoke. And I noticed the stage being rearranged behind him as the earlier acts returned to stage. 

But instead of singing, after adjusting the center mic, Harvey stepped out of the spotlight and started the guitar instead. 

Ben stepped forward, his guitar swung behind him, he leaned in very close to the mic. His voice was growly and cool.

Then Shannon and Dean behind him joined in.

Did I tell you how when Ben's wolf was on the surface, I always felt like something good was going to happen?

By the chorus Shannon and Dean had gotten the audience to join in. 

Marlow slunk forward, claiming his turn on the mic. For those who liked rap, they weren't disappointed.

Nix and Ethan chimed in too. The three of them always had a chemistry, I've noticed since we trained together, but now hearing them rap and move together, it was really being played on to the full.

And then Lola walked into the limelight, stepping up in front of the guys, her voice like an angel's, she sang one word, "Pain!"

She pointed the mic to the audience and the guys behind her as well as whoever knew the words sang along:
"Pain..."

Personally, I had never heard this song before, or at least I had never noticed it. But it seemed a good proportion of the student population at Winderhill could follow. But why were we singing about pain?

And then Harvey walked up without missing a beat. Last verse was his.

And then all too soon it was over. My heart was beating, my eyes were wide... Wow. 

The hall was suddenly silent and then somebody shouted "encore", and then some students started clapping and then everyone else followed. It was a standing ovation... Well we had all been on our feet since the second song. Everyone was clapping and every now and then a whoop or wolf whistle would shoot out from the general applause.

"As expected from the battle of the band reigning champion." Marcus remarked, more to himself than anyone else. 

Wow. I had no idea my gang was this talented. I mean, over the years, I'd heard them practicing... here and there. Quietly on the edge of their beds, or randomly in various empty study rooms... Sometimes with a lot of mistakes, sometimes with a lot of arguing... It definitely wasn't like this at all. 

I guess all the years of practice and watching DVDs (over and over again)... I can't say how often I stepped into Beta Lucas' living room or Dean's home to see a random concert playing on TV on repeat.

I cannot tell you how many conversations about upgrading instruments, strings, and the finer points of live performance, set ups, or long debates over shared DVD contents I had to endure over the weekends with the guys.

They were always trying to master another riff, or checking out a new song or investing in new equipment.

I guess it paid off for them. 

"Encore!" Someone demanded.

"No encore." Ben said into the mic. He pulled up the hem of his t-shirt to wipe the perspiration from his face, "You want more, buy the tickets." 

The girls started screaming, but not necessarily because they wanted tickets. I don't think they realised he was still in middle school. 

Nix smirked and stripped off his drenched t-shirt. He pretended to throw it at the audience. 

The girls screamed and actually reached out to catch it, making him laugh at them. 

The curtains close on them and Julian and Romana came back on stage.

"Wow." Romana spoke first, "Is it just me, or is it hot in here?"

Jules grinned, "What? I can't hear you. I think your screaming broke my eardrums."

Romana chose to ignore her co-host, smiling at all of us, she used her professional voice to say, "Tickets are being sold in the student foyer this afternoon. They're selling at $80 a ticket online, but if you buy it today, it's only selling at $60."

That was expensive.

Jules continued right on cue, a miracle for someone who claimed to had lost his hearing, "You can also buy their Concert DVD from last year which includes their winning performance at Battle of the Bands."

Madam Principal quickly got onto the stage soon after. I saw teachers being stationed at the exits. 

"All of you, sit down now." She said sternly to us, "The show is over. Settle down."

There was growling and grumbling, and the scraping and squeaking of chairs. But we were quickly seated. 

"I will be dimissing you class by class. Please take your things and leave in an orderly fashion." Madam Principal instructed. 

I guess it was really over and back to reality for us. I had no idea going to a concert would feel like that. 

I definitely needed a ticket to the show!

Big-hearted and witty, Samantha Kingsley is the Alpha's daughter who grew up learning to meet everyone's expectations. But Samantha isn't a pup anymore, she's in high school now, and is just about to discover that her life is written by her choices. Not by dreams, or prophecies, or even the moon goddess. This girl is going to protect the happiness of her pack and everyone she loves.

Read her diary here.
Updated every night.

Volume Synopsis
VOL 1
It's the first week of school. Despite my failed attempt to make a friend, I somehow ended up surrounded by a handful of wolf classmates, got accepted by the human "cool" girls, and became a vampire's guard dog? 


VOL 2
I think I'm just starting to get the hang of school. From navigating school halls, new friends, vampires, and school clubs... 
Back home it should have been the usual drill, but things started shifting. And I urm...might have been messing around where I shouldn't.


VOL 3
I had to miss a couple of school days this week due to my ah, long term bout of "anemia". It's been pretty intense at home. My alpha position was challenged, rogues burnt down our home, I rescued my first fight dog, discovered the Lorent's secret oracle, almost rescued my mate...and accidentally stumbled into my Alpha Dad's secret.


VOL 4
My worlds collide as some members from my pack come to my school to sell concert tickets. And when Grandpa Alpha shocked us all by dying, my dad's family comes together to pay their last respects at the Night Forest Pack. 


VOL 5
It's February and the Vampire Queen is celebrating her birthday. Would Rebel's plan to escape work out? Meanwhile, I'm stuck in school dealing with high school drama, an evolving wolf, and a new human sister. In the Red Packlands, war nearly breaks out. (This might have been a very little bit my fault.)

VOL 6
It's the week of Valentine's Day, but I've got a highschool play, Lorent drama, Vampire slaying training, and an underground army to deal with first. And then warlock weather threw an extended snowstorm at us. The whole of Green Packlands goes into lockdown - but what about Valentine's Day?

VOL 7
Exams are a week away, and it feels like my time at Winderhill is really coming to a close. I'm trying to be a good student, but there are paparazzi camped outside my school, I ran with rogues (I'm shocked too), Maria just had to enter her dark cycle in school...My life is too exciting to study for exams.

VOL 8
It's exam week, but I've got far greater problems brewing at home. The prophecies are merging. River's stone had unlocked warlock trouble, the rogue king has moved in, and then there's Uncle Louis' economical problems... one at a time. Just let me survive Code Black and figure out what's going on at Heller's first, and I'm sure everything else will work out somehow.

Something had changed in Rael, even he didn't know what but he had changed a little more.

Inside his Soul Sea, three beautiful flowers took growth upon the leafless tree which was inside.

It had a monochrome color full of vigor and death aura.

Puck and the slime instantly became scared of it. The vibes it was sending were scary, the devil would cry if he was near it.

Rael inspected his Soul Sea and realized something, last time when he got enlightenment, a flower had taken growth and when he wanted power, it wilted and a drop of water fell upon the sea giving him strength equal to his previous life.


So this means that the flowers are the way to unlock the super mode he had, three flowers, three times.

He could only transform into his original body like that three times, no more than that unless he gains an enlightenment which would give birth to more flowers.

Rael took a deep breath and exhaled out air, he wanted to get stronger, strong enough to destroy an entire realm with just a flick of his fingers.

Teno Retro stared at Rael with hatred and fury in his eyes, directly gazing into Rael's eyes.

Suddenly Teno found himself in a blackness, a blackness deep enough to make him crazy, it was the abyss.

He then blinked his eyes and cried out loud, "I am alive...pant.. pant..."

Clutching his throat he looked at Rael with fear, he had been in that darkness for a total of three days but in the real world not even a second had passed.

Even Rael himself didn't know what had happened to Teno, the purple glint in his eyes disappeared and they returned to the normal ice color.

Teno was sweating, he had now sworn to himself that he would never in a million years offend or even talk to him again.

Monster wasn't a word that would describe him, a demon even less.

God? God is too divine for him. Maybe an Outer God... no no no.... he is nothing and everything at the same time.

He is the Abyss itself.

~

Rael didn't know what Teno was thinking and was simply taking a good hot water bath. 

"Ahh~ this hits the spot...." He sighed as he tried to drown himself in the tub.

Getting out of the bathroom he quickly wore his clothes, to go out and explore the new school.

The others were still passed out while Teno was going through a trauma, so he was devouring all the food in the fridge. He never thought that find could ever be so tasty.

Rael quickly started to walk out from the dorm, heading towards the campus.

On his way, he started to take notice of his surroundings, the school was pretty similar to the Imperial Academy but just more high tech.

He didn't have to walk because using electromagnet waves and mana, the road would guide him to wherever he would want to go.

Heading in a random direction he stumbled across a music area. Nobody was in the room except for the pedophile lust prince he had seen before.

It seemed as if he was trying out an instrument.

'A guitar?' Rael wondered as he sat across a wall upon his knees.

Closing his eyes he started to immerse himself in the melody, he never liked to play the guitar but was kind of annoyed when he was missing some notes and opportunities to make it even more amazing.

' Again he did it..." He grumbled as the tempo of the song was missed by milliseconds.

To Rael, even milliseconds were very important.

"Ugh, I can't take this any longer."


He walled towards the Lust prince and snatched the guitar away from him.

Startled by his actions, Yohann looked up to see who had taken his guitar. 

He saw a silver-haired boy with icy jade eyes and instantly a smile erupted upon his face.
"Ira!"

Unfortunately for him Rael simply ignored his outburst and replied to him coldly.
"Watch and learn."

Yohann was a bit shocked and didn't think that Rael could play the guitar because he knew that in the bone test he was shone to be only three years old.

With an amused smile he looked at Rael, he wanted Rael to be his friend since he never had friends and was a loner because of his good looks and Rael seemed similar to him.

He had investigated him a bit and had found out that he came from the human realm a few months back, his past information as confidential, and in school, he was a loner.


"Alright, them show me your skills."


Rael looked at him with a smile and then the guitar, he closed his eyes and placed his little finger on the board and the palm on the string, chucking it.

His left hand which was holding the fretboard went up and down following the A minor pentatonic scale to E harmonic minor.

He unconsciously began to use his spiritual energy, which sent calming vibes across the area.

Yohann was quite shocked, he had never heard such flawless playing, instantly the spiritual waves and spirits colliding hit him.

He closed his eyes as a world formed inside.


Rain conjures a sweet pattern upon my skin, the thousands of liquid globes reflecting the greenery of nature. It was cooling on this warm day, a welcome shower to add to the senses.

Each raindrop was the drop that kissed his skin in the days he was with his mother before she died due to illness only after that he came to know that he was a bastard child of the Lust King. 

If the rain is one drop it is millions, cascading from a confident sky. It is the sort of weather that washes everything anew, bringing deep puddles into which children splash. And in that happy congregation of water and air, is the sense of being alive, that from such beautiful simplicity comes everything we love, the flora, the fauna, the very essence of nature.

He could feel it, he felt like as if he was rain himself, his body started to melt into nature as tears flowed from his eyes.

Nostalgia, he was feeling intense nostalgia.

When his mother died he was never able to cry holding his feeling and topping them up all for it to come crumbling down.

He opened his eyes with a slight smile on his face, he raises up his hand and tilted his face towards the sky, feeling the sunshine. As he did this, a melody stirs from the guitar, one that feels as if it means "thank you" and "love" all at once. 

Perhaps this is joy, a happiness that feels pure.


Rael finally stopped playing and himself gazed at the sky with a longing expression. A sigh couldn't help but escape from his mouth as a bitter smile came upon his face.

Yohann immediately hugged him and cried his heart out, all Rael could do was caress his long hair. To him, everyone was a child due to his old age.


"You have suffered haven't you?" He asked with a gentle smile.

Yohann didn't reply and kept on crying.

Rael simply sighed as he looked into the skies again.

His music is always intense and emotional.

It can open the worst memories or maybe make people remember the best ones.

He could change people's ideas and beliefs through his music.

He could make arrogant people remember why they were successful as they are now.

He could make people feel young again.

He could do anything he wanted with his music.

There are people who make music and there are people who feel music.

And then, there are people who are music.


~

https://discord.gg/JertH4aQJw





















Drifting across the abyss was the soul of a celestial. 

Immensely loved by the universe yet bound by the chains of nihility, he was never able to leave his ruling realm due to constraints.

Time passed, moments became days, days became years and years became eons. 

Did he even exist? He didn't know the answer to that. 

Suddenly a bright light apeared in the abysmal darkness, he was overjoyed thinking that he might not have been alone. 

To his dismay, it was not another residue soul but instead a single page with letters incomprehensible. 

Upon reading the page, great pain struck his astral self shattering it and merging with the page. The pain was so great that he lost consciousness. 

Upon waking up, he noticed he was no longer in the void.

~

In his first life he was the King of Fairies, in his second life he was a normal human in a parallel world.

His arrogance and narcissism had toned down quite a bit due to becoming a powerless being.

Still he didn't give up hope!

He was finally able to become a world renowned pianist.

And a secret doctor in the underword, using his expert acupuncture techniques.

Many thought that he was a chunnibyo because of how he talked, he ignored them all.

Many women threw themselves at him, but he rejected them all.

Even though he had become human he refused to even look at a human girl.

Ugly! That's how they looked to him.

Him, who had seen world shaking beauties couldn't even bare to look at human women.

Hence many people thought he was gay and sent gay people to him to curry favor with.

Result?

He killed the bastards!

In the end, his second life was like a joke.

Choking on cup noodles his life came at an abrupt end.

But the end is a start of another beginning.

And this beginning would be the best one ever.

...
..
.

One thing is certain, beauties from all the realms, be it the Celestial or the Godly! All would fall in love with him! The Almighty Stepfather!

~

This is a light read, not comedy nor too serious.

~

https://discord.gg/JertH4aQJw

"Thank you," Dave said while giving a half bow.
"It is the way of kings, We must return generosity ten times, and vengeance even more so." The undead king uttered as he gazed upon the people in his hall.
"And for now, let the coronation of Our Child commences!"
A loud fanfare and music echoed through the palace, unlike what should be in a joyous event such as a coronation, the music was bone-chilling, more like the chorus of hell. Yet for the Undead this was probably the only kind of music they would ever listen to. Or so they thought..
"Oh, starting the party without me, that ain't cool," spoke the voice of a well know, very famous, and pretty dangerous guy.
Nicholas, the Undeath God, appeared in the middle of the hall. Without a moment to waste, all undead and NPCs knelt down, including the Elven King, the Undead King, and even the Ice Queen. The only ones that remained standing were the players, Dave, and Balaam the oracle.
"Don't be like this, I'm just here for the fun of it," Nick joked and pulled out his guitar.
"Who the fuck is this guy?" Zhang Shi spoke, and to his words, the gazes of every undead bar the Undead God himself turned to him.
"You better not insult him here, buddy, and you could inspect him yourself," Dave smirked.
Zhang Shi remembered that he actually had an inspection skill and he didn't use it. And it was clear to Dave that he had just done so, as Zhang Shi took a couple of steps back, fear painted in his eyes.
It's not every now and then that a player gets to meet one of the Game's literal Gods. And Nick was not as simple as any other one. Proven truly so by his next words…
"Let's GET THIS PARTY STARTED!"
The moment he struck the strings on his guitar, beauties wearing spiked leather jackets and heavy white makeup appeared in the hall. Drummers, guitarists, and bassists all appeared with their musical instruments as a metal fest began.
The Undead around the palace began headbanging, soldiers turned to mobs, shouting to the music as Nick plucked the strings of his skull guitar, its sound making the whole of the Bone Palace shake from the vibrations.
Every undead moved to the beats, every undead roared and howled as the music sored. Bar the high tier ones, and the nobles as they had no idea what kind of music was this, nor had they ever heard of it. But at least they were smart and wise enough not to question the taste of a god.
Dave was left stupefied, not to mention the other players. How did the situation turn to this? Only Nick can change a coronation to a rock festival.
The music continued on for a long while until Nick was satisfied and smashed his guitar onto the ground, the skull-shaped guitar didn't break, yet the whole palace shook and a large portion of the floor caved in.
"Oh, I got carried away, I'll fix this later," Nick shrugged then turned to Dave.
"Kid, you came a long way."
"Yeah, no thanks to you," Dave snorted.
To his casual words, the Undead King's fists closed firm. "Kis' Shtiengbrah…" The Undead King utter the name.
Dave saw worry in the Undead King's eyes and also noticed his hand on the pommel of his night-black sword.
Dave smiled, this was a good king, he had feared that Undead God might be offended, and was willing to fight the Undead God for him.
Dave nodded at the Undead King to be at ease, then turned to Nick.
"Technically, it was all thanks to me, but I get it, you're still pissed about the Heart and all that crap, but that doesn't matter anymore, you got all you ever wanted right?" Nick said.
"What I want is not just this, Nick," Dave said. "I want everything," Dave said while spreading both arms.
"And so should one of the Undead Be, Your Unholiness, will you grace [Me] with your presence as [I] coronate [My] Childe?" the Undead King said.
"Of course, he is also my Champion."
"So be it, Childe, come and sit here," the Undead King pointed at the throne.
He lifted a brow up in question, that was the Undead King's throne, but the king's smile was a sign of acknowledgment and welcome. Dave nodded and followed the King's request.
Once he sat, everything turned somber. And all over conquest, a large screen popped up in the sky, showing the players what was going on in the hall.
Dave sitting on the Throne of the Undead King, and the latter moving toward him, his sword drawn.
"Today, We take you, Kis'Shtiengbrah, the Forlorn Hope of the Legion, into Our Arms. Today, you have proven yourself, not only part of Us but one of Us. For today, your bones and flesh, the rotten blood in your veins, has become one of Us. You have earned your seat, you have earned your place, and have earned your honor.
Childe, would you accept Us as your foster father?" the Undead King questioned.
"Without a hesitation," Dave replied.
"Then so be it, Childe, today Marks the day that you become Kis'Shtiengbrah of Arotsa. My Undead Heir. Prince of the Undead, Ruler of all Undead Once I am no longer here." The Undead King placed the sword on Dave's Right shoulder then on his left.
He then turned, raised his sword up then pointed it forward.
"Does anyone have an objection to what THIS KING HAS SPOKEN?!"
None dared move, or utter a word, they all knew that speaking was nothing short of suicide in this situation.
The Undead King dropped his sword, then pulled out a Signet Ring. He placed it in Dave's pinky finger, and surprisingly even if Dave had already four rings on his hands, the fifth ring, did not get unequipped.
"Then So it has become, and So it shall be. Arise, Undead Prince Kis' Shtiengbrah!" 
Dave stood up, and loud horns blew to warn the world of the birth of an Undead Prince.
From all over the World of Conquest, every creature, every human, and none human knew that the Undead Have now a new Prince. And this came with a huge calamitous surprise.
***
The Undead Legion has now a new Prince, their future hope carved in stone.
All Undead Will receive an increase in their attacking ability and defensive abilities of 20% permanently. 
All Undead Will drop more precious rewards.
The Undead Expansion has been set to open Once the Ash King is defeated.
Once the Undead Expansion is unlocked, all players will have the ability to transform to Undead.
Undead Personally Turned by Kis'Shtiengbrah will have a slight advantage over regularly turned players.
***
"Now that's pretty dope," Dave uttered.
"Son, We, shall ask for your aid in the raid upon the Ash King's dominion. Shall you lend it to us?"
"Of course, without a question, I want that guy dead the most," Dave said.
"Then so be it, We march against the Ash King Soon, be ready." The Undead King spoke, his words clear and loud so that the players will hear them.
This made them shake, the Undead King will be attacking the Ash King, and they have lost three Temples that could help them to aid the Ash King. The Only remaining Temple is the one that the Heaven Dawn guild owns. And if Dave really wanted, he could also bring it down.
The White Ghost was not going to let him, but if what happened to the Blood Ragers guild were to happen again, that large scale illusion will definitely cost them the Chalice.
White Ghost immediately issued a silent order to his guild members to assign players to rotate and cast Vow of Silence, this way if a spell is cast, they could at least have a warning and a fighting chance to protect the Chalice.
While White Ghost was busy with his antics, the whole of the Underworld Shook.
"Hooo," spoke Nick, an evil smile that could match Skelly's smile crept upon his face.
"What is going on?" Warlord Asked.
The Undead God kindly replied, "A couple of kids want to go out and play, I guess it's time you deal with that, kid."
Dave had no idea what Nick was talking about, but the Tengu flew right through the Royal Hall and knelt down in front of the audience.
Dave was surprised at how the Tengu looked now, he was broader in shoulders, higher in size and width, his black raven wings now had dark golden feathers. It was the Doom Knight Transformation that happened to him.
"Such insolence!" the Undead King spoke in a loud angry tone.
"For my Insolence!" the Tengu pulled out his Katana, and in one swift, merciless motion cut off his left arm.
"Impressive," The Undead King said. "You have not only severed the Flesh, but you also cut the Soul of your arm. If you had done any less, I would have had you erased."
Dave understood that what the Tengu had done was extremely overbearing. By cutting the soul of his arm, no magic can repair it, and it will be truly dead. Attaching it back will not change the fact that it is a dead arm. This made him both worried and frustrated as one of his Underlings will now be unable to fight to the best of his abilities.
"It is only a meager price to pay for my boldness, but I need to speak some words! This is a matter of utmost urgency!"
Dave walked forward to the Tengu and left him up to his feet.
"I dare not Stand in the presence of kings!" The Tengu Said.
"You stand with me," Dave turned to the Undead King, and the latter nodded giving him permission.
"What's going on?" Dave asked.
"My children, they are attempting to leave their Labyrinth, they need to be calmed down or god only knows what will happen."
"Oh, as a matter of fact, I'm a god, and I know what's going to happen if you let those two little hooligans out."
Dave frowned at Nick's choice of words; 'Hooligan' was the term Demiurge always called Nick by.
"They will start chaos here and take it up the outer world, you really don't want those two guys without a leech."
"Go, sort this matter, as for you, take your hand with you, Marik, take care of it. He rules over Soul magic and your arm is nothing to him. This is For our Childe has sided with you, and we always Side with our Childe."
"Thank you for your generosity, Dread Lord." The Tengu said.
Marik Smiled to the Tengu, the sac of potato looked really weird while he smiled Dave thought. Marik had no distinct shape, he looked like a bag that could absorb anything, yet he was still one of the Seven Abyssal Knights of the Legion.
Tendrils of blue ethereal magic burst out from the stump on the Tengu's arm and attached themselves to the limb on the ground, the two parts zapped back together and locked themselves perfectly and seamlessly.
The Tengu did a few hand signs and stretches, making sure everything was alright.
"Thank you," he said once more.
"Let's go, it's time to sort this, once and for all," Dave said as he equipped Durandal and Ajax. The two bolted out of the hall leaving the players and the rest of the invitees together, not fully knowing what was going on.
***
The Tengu did a few hand signs and stretches, making sure everything was alright.
"Thank you," he said once more.
"Let's go, it's time to sort this, once and for all," Dave said as he equipped Durandal and Ajax. The two bolted out of the hall leaving the players and the rest of the invitees together, not fully knowing what was going on.


Three years ago Conquest was released, redefining virtual reality and gaming. 
‘An entire world on a server. Dive in and play the RPG to end all others; explore, create, conquer. LIVE!’ 
It became an overnight phenomena worldwide. 
Dave Ruster grew up without a family to speak of, he had few friends and fewer prospects. He lives in the same small town where he graduated from high school, and works long hours at a low-paying job that barely pays for rent and the food on his table. He can’t afford college, but at least he is not out on the streets. 
His life is going nowhere, stuck on a treadmill. 
Until chance, karma, or providence, call it whatever you believe in, intervenes. Suddenly, David’s circumstances change. 
Injured and unable to work, he’s about to lose what little he has. His fate balances where crisis and opportunity go hand in hand.
He can risk it all, seizing the opportunity to make circumstances work for him, potentially going further and higher than he ever dreamed. Or he can accept his fate and watch life from the sidelines 
Join Dave as he puts all his aspirations and hopes, all that he is, into the game he always wanted to play, Conquest!  
It will be a journey of adventure and discovery, victory and loss, as he strives to create a new future for himself, in-the-game and In Real Life.


**** Story is currently being proofed by our Lord Sambraga! (chapters 54+) so please bear with the mediocre quality of writing in the first chaps, it gets much better later on!****

'Play a song that no one has heard before.'
What kind of song is that?
If someone has never heard classical songs, then that person will never know classical songs, but classical fans will know classical music. Likewise, if a classic person has never listened to a pop song, even a modern pop song famous to the world would not even be known to that person.
Now Mr. Declan Black asked her to play a song that no one else has heard?
"Uhm… can you be more specific? What kind of song do you mean? Classic, jass, contemporary, modern pop?"
"Any song as long as no one has heard of it." was the flat answer from the expressionless professor.
Kaylee sighed, thinking about the list of less popular songs. Even though Declan told her to play a song that no one else has heard, it doesn't mean that man knows all the songs in this world, right?
Kaylee just needs to play a song Declan has never heard of!
"I'm going to play Bach's Prelude and Fugue in B flat."
"I've heard of it."
She knew it! Declan did want her to play a song the man had never heard of.
"Chopin's piano concerto?"
"Ever been."
"Rhapsody in Spain by Malachy."
"A boring song. Think again."
Kaylee bit her lip then thought of a song she was sure Declan wouldn't know.
"What about Require to Kill? I'm pretty sure you've never heard of it."
The corners of Declan's lips twitched at the confident tone of the young man before him. Plus, he didn't expect a child as young as Nicholas to know this dark-themed song.
"Bad news for you, Larson. I've heard it so many times it makes me bored."
"What? Impossible."
"That was Black Moon's first musical piece for some movie's soundtrack. Now, think again."
Kaylee stared in disbelief at this. How could Declan know that Require to Kill was created by Black Moon? And that, too, the man knew it was Black Moon's first musical piece. Kaylee even did not know about that.
More importantly, how could Declan knew such an unpopular song to the point that almost no one would recognize the song.
"H... how do you know that it was Black Moon who created it?" Kaylee was sure that no one has ever heard this song.
This song was played as a movie's soundtrack in a cinema once, but the movie received such negative criticism that they had to stop it. As a result, all the music that became the film's soundtrack disappeared and was no longer played on radio shows or anywhere else.
Even though the movie was not that good… er… it was very bad because, according to Kaylee, there were too many scenes that were not appropriate to be shown to the public, but the soundtrack song entitled Require to Kill impressed Kaylee.
Because of this song, Kaylee began looking for the creator's name, who turned out to be Black Moon. Since then, Kaylee has followed and purchased all of Black Moon's albums and has become that guy's number one fan.
Apart from songs that the public has forgotten, Black Moon's other songs have become famous and are Kaylee's favorite songs.
Unfortunately, Black Moon did not prioritize his career as a songwriter, so the album he released was still only around two to three albums.
Nonetheless, as soon as Black Moon released the album, the album's songs hit number one in the country for an entire year.
"How do I know the song is not essential. It looks like you don't have any more songs available. That means you will change classes to Mr. Harvey starting today."
"Wait a minute. What does this have to do with my ability to play the piano and play songs that no one has ever heard? Isn't this unfair? You could not impose my desire to enter guitar class, let alone change classes."
Declan felt his patience is running out because he wasted his precious time bickering with this young man. He looked at 'Nick' with a cold gaze and did not hide his obvious displeasure at all.
Kaylee swallowed nervously and immediately felt regretful. Because she felt used to her role as Nick, Kaylee wasn't aware that she consciously convey her feelings through her voice.
Now, this scary person was looking at her with an annoyed and cold gaze.
"Mister Larson, I'm sure you already know our assessment standards when you enter this campus. We will not allow students who do not intend to develop their true potentials to slack off. We think you have more potential to play the piano than the guitar. That's why Mr. Harvey wants you in his class. If only you could prove you can play guitar well, then we won't force you. But you could not.  Now, if you want to stay at the guitar class, can you guarantee it you will get the best grades on it?"
Kaylee clenched her hands on both sides with a pounding heart. The man asked her for guarantees which she could never give.
She was a piano player and not a guitarist, but the real Nick was a guitarist. A genius one.
Until whenever Kaylee would never be able to get the guitar class scores as best as in piano class. Unless she practiced guitar for ten hours every day on holidays like when she used to practice the piano, she might reach it.
But she had no time to practice, and there was no way she would change class in risk her undercovers would be exposed.
Or… maybe there is another way to get her out of this problem.
"If... I play a song that no one else has heard, am I allowed to stay in guitar class?"
Declan nodded his head in answer to her question.
"Okay. I will play this song. "
"What is the title?"
"There is no title. This song was never played anywhere."
Kaylee has one more song… her own music. The first song she composed when she was in high school.
She never showed it to her family nor Wendy and Nick. At that time, she felt ashamed and did not dare to play her first song publicly. She was afraid that people would criticize her and insult her song because she thought the music she composed was horrible.
That was why Kaylee never continued the song or improved it. All she did was bury the composition and compose a new piece. Since then, she had never played that lousy song, and she was absolutely sure Declan had never heard this song.
Kaylee walked over to the black piano and sat on the piano chair in a relaxed manner.
Then…

Kaylee looks like any other normal, beautiful 25-year old woman. But she has two big secrets:
1) She is a famous pianist
2) She is currently undercover at her old college as an 18-year-old BOY!?

Just as she was getting used to her double life, she realised she was falling in love with her handsome young professor. Isn't her life complicated enough? Apparently not, because this professor has a secret identity that will shock her!

Betrothed at a young age to a girl he has never met, young professor Declan Black has been waiting to meet her for years. But he finds himself drawn to a young male student at his college! And it is even stranger that this male student is not who he seems to be...but what about his fiancee whom he has never met?

Will these two star-crossed lovers ever find out each other's secret identity? Or will more secrets just make their love impossible?

***

Second Identity series:

My Only Love: The Targeted Heiress (complete) ~ new
The Flame Queen and Her Sly Lover (complete)
Ice Prince: Rewrite the star (new)
Watch Out, Dad! Mom's Here To Kill You! (coming soon)
The Heir's Beloved Is Not A Human (coming soon)
The Prodigy Boy Is Actually A 25 Old Girl!?

And other like 'Elementalist: Time Controller'

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We returned after a long tour and some heavy shopping. 

I saw Alice was waiting outside , seeing us she ran inside to call others.

we got a warm welcome from Three woman. 


I told boys to unload all the things we brought.

I asked my landlady about her health . she replied that 'she is feeling better' and told me that 'the feast from last night was very rough on her  . and her lower region is still recovering. So she can't afford to participate another '. but she blamed me' why I didn't visited her ?'

So to dodge her questions I gave them there
 
gifts.  After receiving the gifts the girls beamed with happiness and they both gave me a kiss on the cheek and there breasts brushes on my solder . and  they ran into their room  to wear the new dress . but for some reason my landlady just looking at my face to find some answers  .
 

I told her that I swear I have no Ill intention with this. she just came closer to me and kissed me in my mouth with no tomorrow.

hmmm she's tasty  and i also started to kiss her back and my hand automatically reached to grope her big mounds . if I remember correctly last night I didn't kiss her  . why? maybe I was disgusted  by her  blackmail. 

but now I know that she had no bad intention. just wanted to investigate what kind of man I was . but later I felt bad for what I did to her .

So what  ? she deserves it  , and it's not ra*pe if other person likes it . So I'm innocent.


but now it's different and more pationate .
 I flipped her over grabbed  her  breasts from behind  again molesting them and my mouth explore her neck .  
then I heard some footsteps and released her . she's breathing hard but quickly compose herself.

her son Alaric come in with the News that they unloaded everything  and also some customers are waiting at the counter for booking. 

she gave her son a smile that only a mother could  and thanked him for  his hard work and also told him to tell those customer to 'find another inn there's no room here'. 

we both gave her a confused look but said nothing and Alaric nodded and left.

she come to my ears and whisper that she also likes to try the new dress and grabbed my balls gave it hard squeeze and left .

for some reason I am relieved that nothing has gone wrong ..

then I soaked myself in hot water they already prepared. hm the girls are taking there time huh? .

after finishing it I came to my room for dressing myself .
the door is open and two beautiful woman come in without knocking, I'm just wearing a towel and basically naked . and seeing me in this from they're face  become red and all I can say is cute.

they apologized for there sudden visit  and told me that they wants me to see them in their new dress . they just looking so beautiful and hot  like some kinda succubus without horn's and tails. They spin they're body to show me how do they looks  and I gave them 

my highest compliment.

 after that they left .
I was glad that they didn't asked who looks better. and whatever else  answer I could give them will have some kind of backlash.
 

I can just live my slow life like this but I know that the war is coming.



 and my blood is boiling for some action . Fighting in the war , leading in the war and charging through the battleline
claiming enemies Life and cheers from the fighting comrade is a wardens  life.
and I'm basically preparing for it . but I still not desided which side I should fight.

I need to think about it in clear mind 


hm everything is good but a sudden thought come to me that also disturbed me .

This city  is in dangerous situation because 3 year's later it will sacked by the lannisters .


and what will i do? fighting for the targaryens is out of question . because they treat people's like shit . they don't value there opinions and think themselves some fire breathing dragon. they are mad as hell all of them .

I just feels sorry for Tywin lannister because how he was treated by Aerys targaryen . The man is running  his kingdom for 15 year's . also with great effectiveness . and what he got in return is insults.

 he was the only friend he has.
 the other friend and also his cousin Staffon Bratheons is already Dead because of him.

from smallfolk to lord paramount  everyone hates the king  or fear him for his madness.
the lords basically plotting to overthrow him.

and prince Raegar Targaryen who's worse of them all . only I know that.

and why I would fight for them ? they will have no alliance that can save them .


and the other factions is the STAB alliance . and joining them is the best option.

but truthfully I don't actually care about this highlords and Lady's . they never cared about the lives of peasants. 



The Starks are very definition of stupidness.

for example Rickard stark was was the one who got ambitious making a coalition . by breaking there sit and wait policies.and ultimately loosing his life.


Brandon stark is a playboy I can relate but if he  just killed little finger when they duel . his brother won't at least betrayed by him 20 years later. And who in the right mind came in 
the city of mad king demanding his son's life. not his sister's release. did he ever thought how the prince  actually kidnapped her .

Ned stark is the best example of stupidness. in my opinion . and have a weird delusion of honor that he embodies. 
he knows his friend as whore monger , he knows that his sister hated her fiance,
he  goes to dorne with just seven man without a guide to save his sister , who is guarded by three best knights . left his whole Northern host  here .who may have also sack and **** in this city. because I didn't know if  he had rewarded anyone. So in my theory they took from this city. 

 he knows that a dornish noble woman loved him . he knows his wife will hate his bastard by not telling her the truth.and how he control north anyway? his father and brother ignore The North to make alliance with south. 


he himself married a southern woman but she also got the permission to bring her religion,
in center of his castle. which his ancestors fought for thousands of years . I kinda blame him for not trusting his wife and doing so Jon got all the mistreatment from her . 

he knows that his not capable of handling politics but took position of Lord hand anyway . he's the one I blame for the war of the five Kings. just like his father did before.
I can go on and on 

 his sister is I can't say what actually happened .

but benjen is cool.
Ned stark is no leader worthy of me . because  he makes too many  wrong decisions , all the Starks.

Then the lannisters  siding with them has problems as well because every other Lords  hates them . and also going against them without proper plan has dire consequence.
and they don't play fare, they don't show mercy ,they always like be at the top they don't care about anyone and call them sheep.and being with them you won't have equal rights.
they will remove you when they feel your a threat.

So that option is also invalid .


I just remembered Appolion and words 
" Tell me child are you a sheep or a Wolf?"

Then the other houses the Tully's of riverland for example is a dinner for everyone .be it there lands or be it there people . they suffer the most.

Then there's is Arryns of the vale . there land is basically switzerland. and I love switzerland .but they'll be just go Extinct soon.
and last member was sickly boy Robin Arryn
who I doubt jon Arryns actual son .


And then the Martel of dorne is too distant from main conflict. And dorne is too hot for me ..be it there lands or there women's .
but i would like to make a tour to see it myself.


Then the house  Tyrall's  of the Reach .
 The Reach is paradise of this world and the smallfolk loves there Lords . They have more military might then other six kingdom combined. but ultimately useless. because the Tyrall's is overlord of Reach but do not hold much influence because they have more powerful vassals for example The High Tower of City of old town , The Florent of brightwater keep, The house Rowan of Goldengrobe, and house Tarly of hornehill.

this houses  could built an army that size closer to a Lord paramount . but Tyrall's have the diplomatic power but always chooses the looser.


And the last the land of strom the Bratheons.

all I can say is that I can get along with Robert Bratheon . And I liked to test my strength against him . he's strongest melee fighter in the kingdoms .   accept the mountain that guy is just a animal .


And the upcoming tourney I will participate in the melee . but I won't joust because that's a  silly thing to do . knocking other man with a stick from a horse . but I kinda love watching it .and the jousting match might be fixed. and it will put a target on my back .And bloodreven will be watching so I won't make myself a celebrity. and distrupt the timeline.


So just participate in the melee and hopefully win it . get a drinking competition with Robert and his buddies.
 and doing some Manly stuff will might earn me a spot on his  friends list. and get some friends of my own . yes that is what I will do chaos is the ladder,  i  need those ladder to climb high . this is how knight earns  there valor. by killing and fighting. so why would I stopped those by warning someone of there danger . because I need  this chaos . and I have no love this highborn lords and ladies anyway .

I'm defender of my people and my own family.
when i have them ..

This body has sworn to defend the weak .
Mastered the Longsword 

and to Stand for the innocent and peasants. 

and I need to plan for the ice zombies .
So much to do and so little time . 


what no,  I have time, tons of time and I will use this time to do something for myself and for the Realm. or what varys like to say but does something oposite . well time will tell



.


hm I forget something ? 
 oh yas the music instruments shop in street of silks I saw. there are some that's looks close to guitar but small . I do have little experience with guitar.
 so I called the shop owner talk to him about my music instrument and a draw a scratch of the guitar and asked him ' if he could make one' . what I saw is ,his excitement was overflowing out his mouth and told me 'he can and that It will be  no problems' .. then i asked how much for the cost ? he told me that

 I don't have to pay him , but play this instrument for him .




 what a  weird  fellow , but I did promised him I will and also buyed a lute that I gifted to Rolf . who was very happy for the gift and I also learn that he learned from a brothels how to play it from his favorite entertainer.





well night is still young and we have another feast today. 


I got out of my  room and saw my ascorts waiting for me  and gesture them for a handlock a double one . after that we started our feast .


we ate  and we drank  and danced ...

Rolf-  sang some of the classic and me 
mrs Miranda , Alice, Jane , Alaric, Alban ,Rolf we danced and laughed..

The night might be full of darkness and terror in this world but there's still some happiness too.

The protagonist fell asleep while playing an online game( For honor). However, he awoke in a strange world(Asoiaf) with his game character’s appearance. In a state of shock, he noticed that he was equipped with nothing but his strongest weapon and armor. To make matters worse, our hero’s appearance was changed by the special avatar skin 『Warden』 when he enter this new world. The protagonist wanted to live without drawing attention.
But ultimately everything goes out of his control.


(AN)I don't own anything. English is not my native language and I'm writing this from my phone. thus lots and lots of grammatical mistakes are included in the story.

If you don't like it then just leave ,you don't need to write your comment . I'm warning the story is horrible .

Plucking the highest string at around the twelve frets gave a chilling and crisp tone. For the way it looked and aged, the pick-ups were unnaturally nice, the front gave a warm tone melting into the ears whilst the back pick-up gave a rough crispy tone. 
 "He only picked one string and the room's drawn," voiced the younger musician, "-how's he done that?"
 "Lacks in sustain," said Igna, "-however, makes up in this unique tone. I'm buying it," said he.
 "Mister, Mister," voiced the younger folk, "-please, play us something."
 "Sure," barred chords embellished by little maneuvers only a master or a hard-trained rookie could perform. Switching from chords to then solo over said chords, all in one flexible and smooth motion had the room in awe. Reaching for the last fret, the note bent out of tune almost screeching in pain. 
 "Satisfied?" wondered he resting the guitar.
 "Holy shit," exclaimed the attendant, "-I don't believe it," quick to pull a video, "-can you try and replay this?"
 "Why?" asked he noticing the manager enter. 
 "A test of some sort," said the well-built man, "-that song there is Viper's lair, one of the hardest songs composed by Xius. Sugar's hailed as one of the best guitarists. How do you compare to him?" 
 'Considering I might have influenced his growth,' a silent pat on the back followed to, "-how about a deal?"
 "What deal?" 
 "I assume everyone who purchases a guitar has to attempt the hardest song, isn't that right?" an educated guess from the way the boys giddied in excitement.
 "How do you figure," they stood an arm's length away. Celina and Alicia waited in the main area to the point of boredom. 
 "Let's go in the hypermarket." 
 "But…" her eyes hung on a particular bass-guitar.
 "Come on, let's go," ordered she, "-I'm hungry. How about I get you snacks?"
 "O-ok," her confidence broke, not before Igna catch a glimpse.
The tension grew, "-what deal?" wondered the manager.
 "How many people have actually recreated the song until now?"
 "The lucky can barely play the opening riff, the solo at the end is where most of the people falter. It's a test of endurance and skill, keeping up the tempo and going faster at the end. I nearly killed my fingers."
 "Forgot to warm-up," added the attendant.
 "Whatever," turning to Igna, "-what deal?"
 "If I manage the play the song, what's in it for me?"
 "A discount of 25% on everything you purchase."
 "25%?"
 "Manager!" exclaimed the attendant. 
The face all but read, '-don't worry, it's impossible,' a half-smile escaped. 
 "Ok, do you sell cameras and other components?"
 "At the sister shop next," he threw a thumb to the left, "-my twin brothers in charge of there. I'm sure I can make some arrangement."
 "Then it's on," said he, "-bring the dirtiest sounding amp and effect pedals."
The shop shifted from selling to providing for a challenge. The way they moved and hastily gathered the necessary gear proved he wasn't the first to accept the challenge. In the greater scheme of things, tis nothing more than bragging rights. 
 "Bring a camera as well," said Igna, "-we'll live stream it. If I fail, it'll stay on the Arcanum forever."
 "Why that?" wondered the manager.
 "A challenge is meant for both parties to put something of value on the line."
 "I respect a man with convicting," stomping to the doorway, "-I'll get the necessary items. Warm-up."
 "Igna, what are you planning?" interjected Éclair. 
 "Starting a career in music," said he, "-I've decided to get into the high ranks to understand what happened to Aceline. We've dug all around the place to no avail. Besides, I was once part of the shadows. I want to experience the light for once."
 "What about cooking?"
 "Who said one can't multitask?"
 "Honestly," an audible facepalm echoed out the earrings, "-how eccentric can you be?"
 "Don't worry about it." Meanwhile, a live performance of the song in question played at twice the speed. The notes were obvious and so were the chord's shapes. The challenge came to tapping, Sugar did so at a tempo of 170. 
 "Can you update my Hwan profile? Remove the full-name and use Kinless instead."
 "Alright," the follower count read 10,400. 
Then and there, the excitement of altering and messing with gear had the whole shop bustling in activity. The younger musicians went as far as to run down to bring in their parents. The commotion brought attention; customers entered to be stunned at the beauty of the small set. The camera behind which stood twins. A well-dressed noble in a suit sat with legs cross. The guitar buzzed a little, effect pedals lined to give the proper tone of the song. 
 'A crowd?' staring up gave images of Cle.
 "Alright," said the manager, "-start playing a few songs; we'll get the backing track readied."
 "Ok," a thumbs-up launched into a slow and nice progression. 
 'I've memorized the song by heart. It's happening; I'll launch myself into the world of music. The end goal is finding information about Aceline; I suspect Cimier's involved. Let's see the intricacies of this city, Odgawoan, here I come.'
The video went live, light dimed. Murmurs dropped to silence. The well-known tune played through the backing-track. The guitar came in after the intro. The live stream garnered a few hundred viewers.
 "Igna's playing guitar?"
 "Isn't he a chef, what's this about?"
 "Don't know, just watch."
Comments built-in momentum, the small yet prominent fanbase shared it about to the point of tagging the members of Xius. The title read, '-Kinless covers Viper's Lair.' 
 "Here we go," right on the beat, the guitar, old as it might have looked, screamed into tune. Power chords interlocked in the run of notes. 
 'He's doing it,' thought the manager. 
 "How the hell?" wondered the younger musician, "-it's a hard song, the start took me a few months to learn, what the fuck. He makes it look so easy. Look at his hands, there's no shred of doubt – such confidence."
 'Don't get it wrong,' thought Igna, '-it's damned hard. If not for the vampiric blood and natural body enhancement, there's no way I'd be able to play it.'
One minute, two minutes, three, four, six, seven, the end shone over yonder, '-alright,' breathing deep, the backing track halted in prelude of what was to come. Moment of truth, breaths choked in anticipation, the momentum built, the volume increased, "NOW!" slamming the pedal, fingers darted up the fretboard to rattle the amps. Sweat ran and fell down the forehead, the untidy hair stuck to the cheeks, notes after note, he reached the last note, an upward bend which broke the strings in time as the drums closed the song. 
Thunder and lightning shattered the mystified listeners. 
 "He's done it," applause filled the room. 
 'Tired,' big inhaled left the fingers and arms shaking, '-it hurts!' 
 "I don't believe it," said the manager, "-you covered the song and went faster than what Sugar ever did."
 "Did I?"
 "Yes, look," flipping the laptop,"-see?"
 "Oh," he gulped, "-I got lost in the song, didn't realize I went too fast."
 "No, it matches the track perfectly," they agreed, "-from A4's Music, I'd like you to have a 50% discount."
 "Why, aren't you going to suffer a loss then?"
 "No," he signaled to the front, "-the customers are filling the stores as we speak. Yohan, take care of the lord, I'll tend to the others."
 "Congratulations," said Yohan, "-I'm impressed, didn't think anyone could recreate it to such precision."
 "Neither did I," mumbled he.
 "What?"
 "Nothing. Can you ready the payment?"
 "Sure, you'll be taking that guitar I suppose?"
 "Yes. Bring me the warmest sounding amp, and those pedals as well as that bass-guitar over there."
 "Alright," one after the other, the items were laid at the counter. Two guitars in hard-cases, a vintage amp kept inside a metal case. "Total's 3500 Exa."
 "Done." 
 'Too much stuff to carry,' scanning the crowd, "-Celina, over here!"
 "Hello, what's happened here?" she ambled inside, leaving Alicia out.
 "Where did you leave too?"
 "Went grocery shopping with Alicia."
 "No matter, hold on to this for me."
 "Two guitars?" wondered she.
 "Yeah, I got the bass you wanted," he patted her head, "-let's go home now."
More and more people approached the music shop. 
 "Igna," a baffled exhale brought a frown, "-you played so loudly I heard it all the way inside the market."
 "My bad," he shrugged, "-They did the set-up, not me."
 "How was it?"
 "Fun," said he, "-they streamed it all. Anyway, shall we head home?"
 "Fine by me."
The weather worsened in the afternoon. They left as soon as a Class 2 warning was issued. The streets deadened and the mist fogged to a meager few meters of sight. The ride back happened in complete silence. Celina sat on the edge as the backseats were full of items. 
A few days passed, the charming prince of Arda arrived at Rosespire. Prominent figures of the Federation stood about the throne-room. Queen Gallienne had yet to make an appearance. 'What's going on here?' 
 "Hello Prince Julius," said a lady dressed lavishly bearing down the long green-hair with arms locked to another dazzling figure of a man. Tall and handsome, the exuded charm rivaled his, Princess Eira as well as Lizzie stood at their side. The latter chose to escape her mother's presence and hide at the prince's legs.
 "Good afternoon, lady mother. I hope the travel wasn't troubling. Considering the…" he locked onto her full belly. 
 "Oh please," said she bearing red-lipstick, "-please come around to the palace. I miss you tremendously." 
 "I rather not," said he with a fake smile, "-I've vowed to stay and keep watch over the heritage left by my father."
 "Good ambition," said the charming man, "-I admire that about you."
 "The feeling is not likewise, I do apologize."
 "Julius," voiced Eira, "-tis no way to speak to mother's fiancé."
 "I speak how I wish, sister. Hidros is a free country, unlike the recent developments in Arda."
 "Julius," a presence escaped detection to give a warm peck, "-how's it been, nephew?"
 "Aunt Courtney," he returned with a peck of his own, "-it's been very good. Now that you're here, I feel much better. How's cousin Igna doing?"
 "The boy's gotten stronger," said she, "-he's making progress in Alphia."
 "Sister Courtney," said Queen Shanna.
 "Hello," she nodded, "-didn't notice you, I apologize. How's the coming engagement? I hope Arda's ready for their new king," an underlying tone of discontent had the queen shudder. 
 "It's coming along very nicely," said the charming man, "-I hope to see the Haggard family at the feast."
 "Oh yes," said she, "-as the head of the Haggard family," the eyes laid on Eira and Lizzie, "-after the marriage is set and done, Lizzie and Julius will remain in the Haggard Dynasty. Princess Eira's chosen her alliance to stay with the royal family."
 "This is the first I've heard of it," cried Shanna, "-son, daughter, are you leaving?"
 "Yes mother," they nodded, "-we'll abdicate claims to the throne. May you and the Lord be happy ever and after."
 "But-"
 "-But of course, the house of Haggard might lose ties to nobility, though I think it's best for the sake of the future. Long are the days where my brother's dream of peace breathed. Discord is bound to sprawl, thus, as the head of the Haggard's, I shall be taking the heirs to his heritage." 
 "Please," added a lady unrivaled in beauty and strength, "-is it wise to have such a discussion now?" 
 "Serene," exclaimed Courtney, "-it's been a while," they exchanged kisses. 
 "Yes, my lady, longer than I'd hoped."
 "Why are you here?" frowned the charming man, "-what of the duties as the secretary of her majesty?"
 "What duties," she snickered, "-I'm fulfilling the command given by my old master. To protect and serve the Haggards. As I see it now, Lady Courtney is the head of the family."
 "Is this a coup?" glared Eira.
 "Keep thy aura in check," said Courtney, "Mana-cancelation," *Snap,* "-Librarian of Nexsolium."
 "Her Majesty Queen Gallienne is in attendance." The scattered guests grouped at the feet of the throne. 
 'Tis time.' 


Thrust into an enigmatic world born from bloodshed; venture inside its complexities, dark-side, and always changing nature. At the center, a boy; brought up by an exiled mage, steps into a life of independence. A test to try and change his life for the better after witnessing what war can do to a person. The walk towards finding a stable living gets toppled as a unique magical element awakens. Using people, toying with emotions, doing anything and everything to get what he wants, this is the life of the next Death Reaper. Mostly emotionless, life continues as questions about his state of mind and being remains clouded behind many personas.

This isn’t the story of a single man, it’s the story of a whole world. Read as the world builds itself from the ground up. Conspiracies, evil, the dark side of humanity. In addition, tis the start of a new age; the birth of monsters – a story depicting the tales of the first heroes and demons to ever exist. 

The Wielder of Death Magic isn’t a typical fantasy. The heroes don’t summon forth power from heroes of old, here, the characters are the ones who make up the myths and legends for the next generation. Amidst the turmoil, Staxius, he lives on, watching and waiting as the world grows. 

P.S, I’m not that normal of a writer, my advice is to not expect anything going into this world. Forget everything, I personally, don’t care about rules and limitations and what can be considered to be the norm – the characters are given life, the world moves on its own; I’m just a spectator. No plot, nothing planned, all that you read is the product of the characters moving and acting individually. As opposed to me subjecting them with my emotions, the connection is reversed. They are the ones who dictate the story (Believe it or not, that's the way I write) A world, a story, characters, and the foolish author; we all evolve as one. On behalf of the people mentioned above, thanks for reading, I appreciate it all.
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The little boy was staring at his bruised thighs with tears in his eyes. The bruises had turned purple and were hurting him. He did not even know why he was hit by his father. All he did was play in the garden with a servant's son. Was it wrong of him?
He could not stop crying but he knew that if he was caught by anyone in the palace, they would report back to his father. The Emperor would beat him up even more and lock him up in the dungeons again. The little boy was scared of the dark and did not want to return to that cold and dingy cell. So he hid from the courtiers and snuck outside the palace gates to cry. He was leaning against the stonewall of the palace, sobbing hard.
He was merely nine years old and yet, everyone was harsh on him. From the Emperor to his teachers, no one spared him because he was expected to learn a lot and grow up quickly. As the only son of the great Emperor Sukjin, it was his duty as the Crown Prince to be obedient and filial towards the empire. 
But his young mind could not comprehend the gravity of his position. From his window, he often stared at the children who played outside the palace walls. He was envious of them as they were able to live a carefree life. They were not burdened with the responsibility of an empire nor did they have to memorize complicated books as part of their education. He craved their simple lives and only wanted to draw and sing. But singing was forbidden within the palace walls. He had once hummed a popular folk song and the Emperor had beaten him to an inch of his life.
He still sang in secret, even wrote songs in his free time. Picking up a tune, he began to hum a song to calm down his heart. Sometimes, he felt like running away and never return to the dark palace where people only wanted power. The grown ups were harsh, using each other for their own gains. He loathed their schemes and backstabbing, wishing that he was born as a commoner instead.
"That is a really beautiful tune."
He looked up to see a woman smiling down at him. She was carrying a basket of pink hydrangeas. She had kind eyes and her dark hair was tied into an elegant bun. By her dressup, the little boy could tell that she was from a noble family. 
He immediately stood up and bowed in respect. 
The lady smiled and asked him, "You are the Crown Prince, am I correct?"
Seyoung gulped in fear. Will the lady tell everyone that he was crying outside?
"Why were you crying, my child?" she asked. "Is there something bothering you?"
The boy lowered his eyes, unable to speak. The woman sensed his hesitation. The little boy was scared of something. She bent her knees to reach his level.
"Crown Prince, are you sad?" 
Seyoung was startled by her question. No one had ever asked him that question before. He slowly nodded.
"Why are you sad, my child?" the woman asked. 
"No one lets me play," he wailed. "I was only playing in the garden with a servant's son! We were not harming anyone. But the Emperor saw us and punished me. Look!"
He lifted his pants to his knees and revealed the purple bruises on his legs. The woman stared at his injuries in shock. What shocked her were not the bruises but the fading scars all over his thighs. It seemed that the little boy was regularly whipped.
But if she dared to speak out against the Emperor's abuse, she and her family would be eliminated.
"Crown Prince, I may not be able to save you from your father's anger," she said woefully. "But if you would sit down, I could use a remedy to soothe the injury."
Seyoung obediently sat down as she took out a small jar from her bag. It contained a yellow paste.
"This is turmeric," she explained. "It helps in cooling down bruises."
She took some in her hand and gingerly applied it to his wounds. The boy was awestruck by her gentle nature and humble personality. Most noble women he met were manipulative and haughty but this woman was elegant. His innocent mind could tell she held no malice in her heart and genuinely cared for the people around her.
For a motherless boy like Seyoung, it was the closest he could get to motherly love. 
"You have a very beautiful voice, Crown Prince," she complimented. "You should sing more."
"My father would not allow it," he admitted. "It is a practice for commoners not for royal members of the court."
The woman gave him a sad smile and patted his head. She knew very well how harsh the court life was and was very well aware of the Emperor's deeds within the palace. The little boy's broken spirit was tormenting her but there was little she could do. 
She was one of those people who knew the Emperor, Kang Sukjin very well. A little too well perhaps. His stubbornness and pride had caused many people to leave him. Even his wife, the late Empress Goo had died because of his negligence. And now this little boy would suffer the same fate.
You are going too far, Sukjin, she thought.
"My Lady, could I make a request?" Seyoung suddenly asked.
"Of course you can, Crown Prince," the woman replied. "You can ask for anything you want."
"Would you like to become my mother?" he asked excitedly. "I do not have one! If I could have a mother, then the Emperor would not be able to hurt me anymore. You are really kind too! You could live in the palace with me."
His little eyes beamed with hope. The woman kissed his forehead and said, "Unfortunately, I already have a husband and a family."
Seyoung was crestfallen by her words. 
"But in the next life, I would be honored to be your mother," she promised. "Any mother would be pleased to have you as a son. If you are good and kind in this lifetime, all your wishes will come true and you would be able to live the life you want in the next life."
"Really?"
"Really," she smiled. "So become a good ruler, Crown Prince. I will pray for your wellbeing."
She picked a flower from her basket and handed it to him.
"Keep this with you," she said. "Consider it as a lucky charm."
Seyoung stared at the pink hydrangea in his hand. I'll keep it forever with me, he vowed
With that, she stood up to leave. Seyoung watched her retreating. Her words gave him a renewed sense of hope. He may even run into her again. Suddenly, the palace life did not look so dreary anymore.
….
Jinhyun opened his eyes. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was crying in his sleep. The dream he had was sad yet beautiful. The woman's face was too blurry and he could not recall it. But he knew who it was. She was his mother in this lifetime.
Seyoung was urging him again to find his mother. But with the current events going on in his life, should he take the risk? What if the stalker harmed his mother when her identity became public?
He was too restless to go back to sleep. His mind was replaying the memories from the past few days. Jenna's death, the stalker's call, the attack on Yoona and now the dream about his mother from another lifetime. Everything was plaguing his mind like a disease. He had lost his smile and there was nothing left but a hollowness in his heart. He felt cold and numb, shut away from everyone. The loneliness was killing him.
He got off his bed and picked up his guitar. He wanted to hold on to a remnant of the beautiful dream he just had. Even if it was from a previous birth, he had one memory with his mother. They may have been strangers then, but it was something he shared with her and he wanted to cherish that moment.
Without much ado, he began to string the tune from his dream.


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.... 

"The fates will curse you to a life of hell."

She stared those loathsome eyes. Her very being screamed from inside. Her hate knew no bounds. And yet...and yet...why was he looking at her like that? Why did he not hate her? Why was there sadness in his eyes? Why?

"I'd rather take a million years in hell!" she spat out. "Yes...I did it. I killed your most precious person."

She flashed a manic smile. "You'll suffer for the rest of your life...Emperor. And nothing makes me happier..."

Her mad laughter echoed throughout the palace, etching a bone chilling fear into the hearts of everyone who was present that day.

The evil Empress had fallen.

.....

Wang Shina was shunned and exiled from her palace by her husband, Emperor Kang, and his concubine for an unforgivable crime. Evil, manipulative and cunning, Wang Shina only knows one thing: hatred. And she wasted no time in admitting her guilt.

After committing the horrendous crime to oust her husband from power, she was cursed by the kingdom's most powerful shaman: she will have to live as an old woman by the day and will change back to her real appearance during the night. And she will keep on living this cursed life for years until she finishes the task of changing the fates of 500 couples over the years.

Now, almost centuries later, Wang Shina goes by the name Cherry and is out to complete her mission after which, she can die in peace. Finally on her last mission, Wang Shina receives the last couple's names whose fates she will rewrite.

Enter Shin Jinhyun, a popular idol and the country's Idol King who is fated to be with Sung Yoona as per Wang Shina's task. But fate plays a cruel joke as Jinhyun and Yoona turn out to be the reincarnations of Cherry's ex-husband and his mistress. 

And furthermore, Jinhyun's heart has room for only one girl: the lady in red, Wang Shina.

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