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As the demonlings rises among the lower realm of the 3000 minor world, in other to escape from all the misery and anguish after his godfather went missing, Cao Yaun adventure across the dangerous zone without spirit root but the strength of a thousand beasts flowing through his vain...

A true story of drug addiction and recovery. Takes place in 2012.

Let me ask you this. If you were given the chance to remember the monster you once were, and gain the power to save others, would you take it? To murder someone is a grave sin. In the Underworld, those branded as murderers must pay for that sin by becoming Reapers, guides for lost souls and executioners of the corrupted dead. Rook is one such condemned Reaper. His duty is simple: guide souls toward reincarnation and slay the Abominations born when the dead lose themselves to corruption. There is only one problem. In a realm where every soul possesses a terrifying power, Rook has none. To slay an Abomination, a Reaper must be able to Cull. And to Cull, they must embrace the way they died and turn it into a weapon. Those who died in burning buildings can command flame. Those who froze alone upon a mountain can call upon frost. But Rook cannot remember who he murdered. He cannot even remember how he died. And his brand is the darkest and largest ever recorded in the Underworld. So let me ask you again. Would you claim that power, knowing it would force you to remember the monster you once were?

"All the good skills were out of stock." When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in Japan. I was in a world of swords and magic, standing before a "guide" who looked more like a weary warehouse manager than a goddess. The legendary hero's path? Taken. Ultimate magic mastery? Sold out. Taken in by a small village of demons, I slowly began to build a quiet life there. At first, every day was about surviving. Learning how to use what little I had, working, and slowly understanding this unfamiliar world. But everything changed the day I left the village.

My name is Clarise, I was in high school when I had a special friend, her name was Karol… Missis Karol a young math teacher from my school, who almost every day was smoking a cigarette at the smoking area, sometimes with another teacher Missis Stephany. I know that smoking in bad for health, but, for a strange (or weird) reason, I liked to see her smoking. Sometimes I had seen her smoking in the school smoking area and I loved it. One day she caught me watching her smoking… and my story started here.

A cosmic being Asthathug that exits since the beginning of universe has immense energy (Cosmic Enthalpy)CE which is stored in a brain and 8 of it's tentacles. The energy from tentacles needs to be passed down to worthy wielders every 100 years as over concentration of energy makes the brain disoriented. Spiracle a being created by the fragment of energy of the brain searches for wielders across the cosmos and test them.

A sequel or rather a side story to ' my grandpa Hercules ' where we will meet her, the most wicket and a chain smoker- my granny, the lady with a smoking stick, or as I consider her the Loki! But is this all in her story?! Or did we just read it upside down?!

I worked in a mansion far away from a little town. I stared to work as a maid when I was 23 years old. One day I was in my break time, habitually my break time became a smoke break because, I’d a hard job, because we only were three maids in the team and without leader, so when we were cleaning a side of the mansion, another side was getting filled with dust at the same time. For that reason, I started to smoke in my break time, because smoking always relaxing me from the hard work, and I always did it hidden from my boss, because he hated the odor of cigarettes. One day his wife caught me smoking in my break time, and problems started in my work… and no... eh... it was so unusual... unusual without reason... strange... so strange...

I worked in a mansion far away from a little town. I stared to work as a maid when I was 23 years old. One day I was in my break time, habitually my break time became a smoke break because, I’d a hard job, because we only were three maids in the team and without leader, so when we were cleaning a side of the mansion, another side was getting filled with dust at the same time. For that reason, I started to smoke in my break time, because smoking always relaxing me from the hard work, and I always did it hidden from my boss, because he hated the odor of cigarettes. One day his wife caught me smoking in my break time, and problems started in my work… and no... eh... it was so unusual... unusual without reason... strange... so strange...

Michael Angelo Pablo's mental health is pushed to boundaries when the quarantine was implemented in the month of March in the year 2020. What could be of Michael during the time of the pandemic? Since then, he always has mental health problems, but will his predicament the whole world is experiencing worsens or heals him? Since then, he's been together with his family and started the work from the home set-up. But does that really sound good, or it gets worse? Political calamity got worse, and social media became a toxic medium, Michael consumes the blues, and all his outlet is an unhealthy solution other than cigarettes and alcohols. He tries to get through the day until the pandemic ends. Should you wish to know the "Smoking Blues" Michael is feeling throughout the story, you have the freedom to do so. If this could affect and may trigger something in you, then don't. But Michael is trying his best to be good, and not just that, but also to be at least relevant at everything in life.