Moving Forward

(??? POV, Multiversal Viewing Theater)

"So what are we watching this time?" I asked the entity whilst adjusting to the newest change happening to me.

I felt different, not in a bad way mind you. Just more relaxed and free one could say. It was hard to put it into words because I didn't know how the fuck to react to these changes.

On one hand I got powers, on the other hand the implications that I might need them once this was all and done with, greatly troubled me.

"We are in for a doozy this time around. Like before, we're going to flip a popular trope on its head. Though this time your counterpart won't go on a revenge spree." S.E explained.

"Another betrayal trope, that seems a bit convenient."

"Meh, it's too popular not to make use off, you r%6*3&s are way too obsessed with the edgy, angst-ridden plotlines."

I shrugged, unable to respond to his statement. People love the idea of getting back at their tormentors and what better way than through being edgy.

Not everyone is sunny and positive like Naruto.

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The scene opened to a collapsed figure. His arms wrapping around a near-shattered sword firmly entrenched in the ground beneath him and his gaze staring blankly, with no particular focus.

Pain. Shock. Regret.

That was all he could feel as he tried to hold himself back from letting out a scream of anguish and pain.

It cut him deeply, not just physically, but also mentally at the cause of this all.

His eyes finally focused on the surprised face of his opponent, a beautiful girl who at any other time he would be admiring and praising for all the world to hear.

Yet, he couldn't muster the energy to do so, barely keeping himself from collapsing as he turned his attention towards his assailant. Another girl who's beauty rivaled the other girl, and who happened to be none other than his adoptive sister and cousin by blood.

So… This was how everything ended, betrayed by the only two people he truly cared about in this god forsaken world and this hell hole of a household.

He didn't even need to look around to see the gloating faces of his family, clan and supposed allies. Their satisfaction practically oozed all over the dueling circle, their emotions running rampant.

Closing his eyes, Matthias chose to just let everything go.

Understanding that there was nothing he could do to change the outcome of this supposed duel. Perhaps in another life, had he had a firmer will and a stronger desire to live, he could have fought through the pain long enough for the healers to come to his aid.

But… Matthias was tired of it all. Of the fake smiles, the false promises, the constant suppression and the thinly veiled contempt everyone held for him.

It wasn't like he could change anything. His reputation was already in tatters thanks to his oh so loving sister and 'adoring' childhood friend. If someone were to ask what his biggest regret was, it would be his decision to stay, to attempt to stop this madness from occuring in the first place.

Reacting to his inner feeling, his magic began to move. His body was engulfed with pure purple mana that covered his still form.

Matthias let out a genuine smile for the first time in a long time.

His complicated emotions calmed by the almost tender caress of his magic as it reacted to his will. Purple light filled the dueling area much to the shock of the observers who still had made no move to step in.

His body felt weakened, everything becoming blurry as he could only watch in fascination as it broke apart in front of him, gradually merging with the purple light.

Taking one last at those he once held dearly, Matthias conveyed the two emotions he keenly felt, disappointment and acceptance.

Eventually the young swordsmen body completely merged with the purple light, his sword fracturing and disintegrating as it sensed its master's disappearance.

Finally, once the purple light abated, only two figures could be seen, with Matthias nowhere to be seen as he silently departed.

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"That started out strong." I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

"Tragic fellow that boy is. He can never catch a break in his origin worlds, which is quite ridiculous in hindsight." S.E commented.

"What happened to him?" I questioned. Curious about his background in this scene.

"Hmm, the usual I would say. Childhood friend turned against him because she didn't like the idea of an arranged marriage, and a useless sister-figure who just plain out ignored years of love and care for the sake of power. Standard villain origin story really."

"He's the villain? He didn't seem evil to me?" I pondered, to be honest he felt quite pitiful.

"Please, if we really started judging villains and heroes by how good or evil they are, then most of them would've been forced to switch roles. No, he is a villain because the interfering gits needed a stepping stone for the 'hero', and what better person than someone with a beautiful fiance and beautiful sister that the hero can be motivated to snap up." S.E shrugged.

"Oh, so it's one of those worlds…" Great, a world that ran through destiny and fate bullshit.

"Right you are boyo, let's jump into the next scene while you come to terms with that."

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This time they were presented with a completely different situation.

His eyes could only make out what appeared to be a mix of iridescent colors. It was like he was looking through a kaleidoscope.

Matthias could not tell how long time passed, but what he was sure of was the effect this mysterious void was having on his body. Could it even be called a body anymore? His very being was barely held together by his magic.

Feeling like one move could scatter his very soul through the void.

Like that, time would pass as his magic absorbed the oddly invigorating energy around him, the iridescent colors acting like nutrients to his gravely injured being.

Matthias passed the time pondering his life, and he realized something both equally tragic and embarrassing… He'd never once lived for himself.

Oh he trained, strengthened himself to a level that was beyond those his age, but it was never for himself. Always to prove his sister wrong or to gain the recognition of his fiance and former friend.

His parents had only ever stirred conflicting feelings within him, resentment for their apathy and inaction, and lackluster hope for the love they never gave. The less said about everyone else, the better.

All in all, it was a meaningless existence, with no true direction for him to take. Like a puppet just playing along to a script already written and decided.

He hated that, despised how he had acted and thankful for managing to escape it. No matter how lonely he felt at the moment, it was beaten back by the feeling of freedom he had never felt before.

Closing his metaphorical eyes, for the first time in ages, Matthias truly let his guard down.

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Time passed, how long? He couldn't tell you even if he wanted to.

Matthias felt his soul faintly getting stronger with the passage of time. It also gave him the time needed to accept everything that has happened to him during his lifetime.

If one asked, he could not tell by how much, but he would liken it to an endless ocean that knew no boundary.

While those close to him had played an undeniable role in his ending, it did not change the fact that he allowed himself to be forced into such a situation. His refusal to let go and accept it all meant everything would have come to a boiling point eventually.

That just happened to be the straw that broke the camel's back. He could not claim great wisdom and know the right answer to everything, but at the least Matthias was confident that he'd outgrown his old self and matured.

Now, if only he could find a way to leave this place, that would be great.

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His consciousness was awakened by a lumbering sound, waking to see his transparent soul gently grabbed by an invisible power that he could not discern.

Despite the immense growth in power, he was powerless to resist, nor did he dare to.

Just as swiftly as he awakened, Matthias found his consciousness gradually waning, unable to remain cognizant to the unexpected situation, lamenting his weakness and inability to resist.

He could only hope that this unknown power held no malicious intentions.

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Two figures watched the dazed soul fall into a random mortal plane with varying interest.

One appeared to be an old man with a flowing beard and twinkle in his eyes, reminiscent of that of a wizened elder. The other looked to be of a galaxy given form, his humanoid figure filled with shining stars.

"I did not expect that you would bathe his soul in this dimension. It could have killed him, S.E." The old man pointed out, shaking his head at the carelessness of his friend.

"You're overthinking matters, the child was not only strong enough to withstand the power of the void, his soul was also able to evolve because of it." S.E retorted.

He was confident that the brat would be able to succeed, even when compared to his most powerful iterations this child stood heads and shoulders above them, both in talent and sheer willpower.

"Think old man, the boy is only twelve, and he was able to successfully survive this dimension. I can confidently say that he only needs time to begin his ascension."

"Whatever you say my friend, what will you do about his original plane?"

"Wipe it, I never liked worlds like that in the first place and I doubt he'd care much about what happens to them." S.E casually responded.

Unfazed by the humanoid galaxy's murderous intentions, the old man calmly nodded in agreement. They weren't saints, destroying a few universes was practically expected of them, let alone a measly post-apocalyptic world.

"Good, I'm sure he'll be thankful when learns of your actions, his future in that world would only be pure suffering." Shaking his head, the old man shook his head at how edgy some creators could be.

They really liked to pile up pain and anguish on some of their creations just for the sake of entertainment.

"Hmm, the company and the system association have been rearing their head into our zones lately." S.E's expression turned serious.

Frowning at the mention of their more extreme counterparts. "The agreement we made should still be active, why are they agitating again?" The wizened man asked.

"A few of their agents have gotten loose lately. Apparently power has gotten into their heads and they think they can overthrow their benefactors."

"..."

"Those rogue agents attempted to invade a universe within our zone, thankfully the Cailin iteration of that universe was having none of their nonsense." S.E continued.

A smile threatened to break on the geezers face, "Well then, I did want to stretch some muscles. These old bones do need a bit of workout."

S.E deadpanned at his fellow R.O.B, knowing full well that the seemingly weak old man was far far deadlier than he appeared.

Oh well, rogue agents were always a headache and a half, better to deal with them while they were still aimlessly stumbling about.

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"That is a ridiculous amount of information to unpack right there." I said.

"The fact that there is an iteration of you who's powerful enough to withstand the full might of a world shattering void, or the fact that the company and systems you read about are real?" S.E asked bemusedly.

"Yes."

"That event occured a long time ago. Most rogue agents know better than to attack our zones these days, the 'uncharted lands' they call it."

Both Interesting and frightening, knowing that there was an omniversal slaver organization out there who would not hesitate to turn him or those he loved into marketable copies to distribute to degenerates all over.

As for the system association, he could only guess their intentions.

"Don't worry too much about it, the Company is really just a neutral entity that takes contracts and agreements seriously, it's the cornerstone of their existence after all. They won't be sticking their heads around these zones any time soon." S.E reassured him, lowering the panic and dread pooling within his stomach. "Now then, let's see what world your counterpart was thrown into."

"Don't you already know what world he'll end up in?" With the way the R.O.B spoke, you'd assume he had no idea.

"Shush, we must entertain the r%6*3&s."

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It was a grand throne room that they were introduced to, gold lining every inch of the great hall. Numerous figures milling about the hall, watching two distinct forms at the dais.

The first was that of an old man in bright red robes, wearing a pentagonal platinum hat, both eyes so small that it appeared like he was asleep. In front of the bishop was a young child, with deep golden hair that occasionally shined with indescribable light. His silver eyes hold unfathomable maturity in them, unheard of in those his age.

Looking at the calm and detached expression on the young prince's face, Salas shook his head. So what if the brat was a prince, his family spirit had long since devolved into a mere swan with a grand name and little to no power to boast.

He disdained the royal family for this grand and useless event, no amount of posturing could change the fact that this family was declining. Long gone were the glory days of the Xue Clan.

Not showing his true thoughts, the platinum bishop smiled warmly to the prince, motioning towards the black hexagon around the brat, "Don't be afraid, your highness. Close your eyes and use your heart to feel the martial spirit sleeping deep within your body."

Necessities needed to be adhered to, it was still not time for Spirit Hall to break with the two empires.

Under the expect gazes of the court, Salas eyes began to light up, his soul power surging suddenly from his body. Purple light surging throughout his body, and the strength of a Soul Doulou revealed.

Eight halos slowly lit up from under his feet, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, and black. Showing off the perfect ring ratio.

Credit where credit was due, the young prince did not balk at the pressure of a Contra, remaining steady and oddly unbothered by the 'accidental' pressure forced on him. A cough from behind the bishop put a stop to his pressure, feeling the unfriendly eyes of a certain swordsmen on him, Salas dared not continue and focused on the ceremony more honestly.

Looking awkward for a moment, "Are you ready, your highness?" the Bishop asked.

"I'm ready." Was the only response he got. 

He had heard that it would be easier for a woman to attract the Crown Prince's attention than for someone to get a full sentence out of the emperor's youngest child. Unexpectedly he was now facing the very same situation.

"Use your heart to feel your martial spirit, remember, it is just as much a part of you as any other part of your body."

Under the influence of his soul power, faint purple light gathered into lines, pouring into the six black stones on the ground. A layer of light was released from the stones, forming a light golden shield that enveloped the Prince.

The child's expression shifted from indifference to intense concentration, feeling for the spirit deeply intertwined within his body.

It was a silent chirp at first, unless someone listened closely they would never hear it. The chirp became louder and louder, till an ear shattering cry filled not just the grand throne room, but spread outwards.

The cry was so loud that it could be heard all over the plane, from the worship hall in Wuhan, to the Sea God's temple far from the mainland.

So powerful was the cry that unknown to everyone it reached beyond the stars, but that was for another time.

Salas did not have the time to care as his body subconsciously knelt down in front of the young prince, staring wide eyed at the strange small spirit beast that was the cause of all of this.

With a wingspan of about one and a half meters, its whole body was dark blue, something that was very rare and special among the soul beasts. Its pointed head was crowned with a blue horn, body covered with scales instead of feathers.

The most peculiar thing was the nine stripes on its back, each stripe was silver, showing strange silver lines. Even though its body was small, it gave people the feeling of being extremely dangerous. What was more outrageous to the bishop was the uncanny intelligence the bird showed, it was alive he realized.

There was only one other case of such an occurrence and the owner of that martial spirit was a worthless waste, he could only hope that this was the same, otherwise he shuddered at the consequences.

Still trembling, the bishop steeled his heart to continue the ceremony, he could not show any weakness in front of the court, no matter how much he felt like fleeing the palace and never returning.

Thankfully, the young prince expertly reeled in the terrifying pressure that was released alongside his spirit, mindful of the kneeling court and the trembling figure on the throne, who had an expression of pure joy and delight in his middle aged face, contrasting heavily with the emotions shown by those close to him.

Emperor Xue Ye wasn't just delighted, he was ecstatic. Unbothered by the embarrassing situation that just befell the whole court. Though, the aged emperor noted the grave terror that had overtaken his eldest living son.

Finally recovering, Salas hurriedly spoke, "What a monstrous martial spirit, your Highness. Your future is limitless."

He had to finish quickly, the Pope must be made aware of this new thorn, otherwise everything would fail.

"I will now test your innate soul power, please put your hand on this crystal ball." As he spoke, the platinum bishop handed the crystal ball to the prince, motioning for him to place his hands on it.

Praying to his ancestors that the child's talent was equal to that of the waste master, even worse if possible.

As soon as the prince's palms touched the crystal ball, the boy trembled as it sucked out his spirit power. Everyone watched with a bated breath, not knowing what to expect.

At that moment, when Salas felt confident that nothing would come, a dazzling blue light began to spread, at the blink of an eye, like a blazing sun, light began to spread all over the throne room.

The crystal gem sparkled with radiant blue halo, one that Salas feared more than anything else his worst fears had come true."

"C… Con… Congratulations, your Highness. You have awakened innate full soul power."

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"So it's Doulou Dalu this time around, I'm surprised it's not Planetos."

"Meh, one can't always get what they want, ASOIAF might be the author's bread and butter, but there are an unimaginable amount of worlds that can host a reincarnator." S.E said.

"Quick, start the next scene up, I wanna see everyone's reactions to this, especially Qian Renxue's." I was excited, this blew a hole right through that crazy girl's plans like nothing could.

Not even Bibi Dong would know what to do in this situation other than kill his counterpart. Something he inherently knew should be impossible. None of his counterparts so far were weak, he doubted someone who spent so much time in this 'void' would be any different.

"Alright brat, calm down. I won't blue ball our r%6*3&s too much."

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Two figures sat across from each other, one was a middle-aged man, with a face like an old moon, wearing a brilliant gold crown on his head and red and gold robes. He had a very imposing aura that gave both a kind and calculating feeling.

Across him was a familiar boy, except instead of the deep golden hair, his was now a dark blue, reminiscent of the ocean during a storm. His silver eyes had flecks of gold randomly patterned on it.

"I have another spirit." The boy's voice was so soft, it was almost inaudible if one didn't listen clearly.

Xue Ye was thankful he didn't start drinking, otherwise he'd have spat the hot tea at his youngest's face. "Can you summon it for me, Xue Ming?"

Instead of answering, two beautiful dark blue birds appeared simultaneously, one with silver stripes, the other with golden ones. After flying around the two royals, both landed at the shoulder of his son, staring judgmentaly at him.

This… His son can summon both his spirits at the same time? Also, why were both of them sentient? This broke so many rules of the spirit master world, that he felt almost numb.

What was worse, both birds conveyed great protectiveness over his son, clearly ready to strike, if so much a single harmful intent towards their charge was felt. This raised a complicated feeling in the Emperor, clearly he was the boy's father, there was no need to be hostile to him.

"You must never reveal your second spirit unless necessity requires it. Already there have been attempts on your life, if it was not for Sword Doulou, I fear the risk would have increased." Xue Ye gravely warned his son.

There was no need to say who was behind these assassinations, the Royal Family had so many enemies, both internal and external, there was no point in counting them.

At least Spirit Hall had become oddly passive since the ceremony, even sending a begrudging Salas to curry favor with them. Xue Ye would not claim to know what's going on in the minds of higher ups within it, but he would welcome all the support he could get.

His son needed time, the backing of the most powerful organization within the continent would be crucial in the next few decades.

The old fox Fengzhi had also been angling for an engagement between his only daughter and Xue Ming. So far Xue Ye had put it off, but he knew the calculating businessman would need an answer.

Tying the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect with the royal family on a permanent basis did not sound too bad. Though he would not agree without listening to Xue Ming's opinion on the matter.

In his mind, the child was heir in everything but name, Xue Qinghe might have made a good candidate before Ming's awakening. Now that was no longer the case.

"Say Ming'er, what do you think of marriage?"

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In an empty hall, five platinum chairs were suspended in the air, with only four of the chairs occupied.

Terrifying power emanated from each person seated, such a scene would frighten the mortals of the doulou plane should they lay witness to the figures.

"I take it you sensed this new divine power too?" said the God of Destruction, an innate god created from chaos.

"Indeed, such power… If his attributes weren't different, I would have already accepted the child as my successor." Evil God admitted, getting a nod of agreement from the rest of the God King's.

Perhaps only Shura God could have found a way to make him his successor, but the God King had already left the God Realm long ago.

"Regardless, you should all have felt the warning sent by… that higher being." The Goddess of Life's voice was pleasant and melodious.

Unfortunately, there was no time for her husband to admire her as usual, Destruction could only shrug his shoulders bitterly, "There is no need for him to inherit from us, I believe the higher being has removed the limit on the boy."

While troubled by this change, none of them felt too bitter about this sudden change, in fact they all saw this as an opportunity to strengthen the God Realm. A new God King and one with such potential was a blessing on the stagnant realm.

Looking at each of his fellow God Kings, "Warn your subordinates to avoid causing any trouble with this new seed." Destruction made clear to them.

"Of course, I won't allow Rakshasa to do anything stupid. Her stealing such a good successor from Shura was already bad enough." Evil complained about his most troublesome subordinate.

If Shura was still here, that man would definitely try and beat him up and that stupid evil goddess. Kindness would probably help him too, since Rakshasa had never made it secret of her pursuit of him.

As the innocent party, how could they Evil God not be aggrieved. He was blameless, why was he the one beaten!

"Xue's consciousness in the worship hall should have already warned her descendant." Kindness answered with a mild tone of interest.

"Poseidon was happy to see such a good seed, he's hoping to name one of the child's future allies as his new successor. In his own words 'talent attracts talent'." Life looked exasperated with her most troublesome subordinate.

Destruction looked on in bafflement at his wife, was the Sea God stupid? If it was any other God King the Sea God had said this to, then he would have been beaten to an inch of his life, even kindness would have burned him.

This was practically declaring to everyone that he would be changing the future Sea God's allegiance.

"Good, don't let any of the lesser gods get any ideas. I dare not anger that higher being, who knows what his reaction would be if the boy accidently inherited a minor god's seat."

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"Uncle, don't you see. This is the perfect opportunity. I'm confident that my elder brother will feel threatened. We can use this to seize the opportunity and kill two birds with one stone." 

Just as Xue Beng excitement reached a boiling point, a loud slap echoed throughout the chambers. Turning to shout furiously at his Uncle, the dandy prince shrank back as he saw the look of unadulterated fury on his greatest supporter's face.

"If you ever dare to plot against Xue Ming, then you can consider yourself a walking corpse." Gone was the frivolous expression usually worn by the emperor's brother. In its place was a stark solemnity that seemed out of place.

"Uncle…"

"Enough Beng, retreat to your quarters… NOW!" Xue Xing ordered his worthless nephew.

The aggrieved and confused prince looked ready to argue, but held himself back. Choosing to obey his Uncle's orders.

Xue Xing could easily see the resentment brewing within his nephew, yet he couldn't bring himself to care. Turmoil filled him as he tried to think of the best way to protect Xue Ming from the furious pursuit of their enemies.

As a senior member of the Royal Family he had to prioritize the interests of the Crown more in depth, deliberately weakening their strongest talent was tantamount to spitting on their ancestors' graves.

Of course, there were also more personal reasons for his decision. Glancing upwards, a tear escaped the prince's face, "I'll protect him Xiu Er, no matter the cost…"

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"That's a wrap there, makes for a good enough start." S.E said.

I blinked at the R.O.B, feeling incredibly drowsy and tired. This one definitely took a toll on me. Feeling consciousness fading, I had just enough time to glimpse the pleased look on the entity's face, before falling asleep.

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"Roll the credits, boys" S.E declared

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Neither of the two men said a word as their young master paced around her chambers agitated by the recent turn of events.

There had been suggestions by the agents planted within the palace to get rid of the newest thorn, but that had been completely shut down by the two letters on the young master's desk.

Both Her Holiness and the Great Priest had made it clear that the young master was to fake her persona's death and retreat back to Wuhan City. No conflict between her and the young prince was allowed to occur.

They understood her frustration, years of effort and planning gone to waste just because of one child, yet he felt nothing but fear when recalling the ceremony.

It was as if the boy's martial spirit had sensed them, even looking at their direction and all but provoking them to take action. Neither of the two dared to, feeling the threat of death from the boy.

"Kill the dandy."

"Young master?" He asked with uncertainty, didn't the two bosses make it clear they were not to conflict with the Crown.

"Grandfather just said not to attack little brother, he said nothing about that traitorous wastrel." Anger flashed in the eyes of the young master when remembering that waste.

Perhaps out of confidence that he was safe, the fourth prince had made a mistake, revealing his true nature to one of their agents in the palace. Naturally the young master had been immediately informed.

"Of course, young master. It shall be done immediately." Just blame it on the Dai Clan, it wouldn't be too difficult to pin it on them, seeing their attempts to get rid of the little prince.

"You better not disappoint Ming'er, otherwise don't blame me for being cruel." He shivered at the ruthless tone of the young master, praying he would not be caught in the crossfire.

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Purple eyes stared off at the distance.

Her thoughts drifted back to the phenomenon that had occured not too long ago. There was no mistaking the divine breath that was released.

Two beasts she had never thought could return, had resurfaced and their strength wasn't something to be scoffed at. She could even faintly feel four divine thoughts subtly peering at the source of this breath from time to time.

God Kings, divine beasts and prodigies with unfathomable potential. Too much uncertainty, too little information.

"Lord!" Not bothering to glance at the figure looking at her with utmost respect and devotion.

"Make sure none of the other beasts leave, until we know these divine beasts intentions. You must not reveal any flaws." She spoke, her cold voice brooking no argument.

"As you command, my Lord."

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She could only pray to her father that those two did not hold a grudge. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Fair delicate skin, a harmonious figure and an entire being that gave those around her a kind of earthly feeling. The noble young lady was the envy of all those around her as she playfully clung to the unattainable prince's arms.

"Xue Ming, can I ask you something?" Her soft breath tickled at his neck.

"Did you do something silly again? Are Bone Grandpa and Sword Grandpa okay?" He said with a smirk, something that would have made anyone else gasp in shock at the fact that he could show emotion.

Puffing her cheeks in annoyance, she rolled her eyes at her only friend. "That's not what I wanted to ask!" Pinching his waist in the process.

"Okay. Okay. I give, I give." Xue Ming said, indulging her.

Taking a deep breath, she stared at him, her delicate amethyst eyes demanding he take this seriously. "Actually I lied, I'm not a good person."

"I knew that when you forcefully pulled at Uncle Xing's beard for pointing out that you were just a little girl."

"I am considered a Witch by everyone who knows me, even dad said so."

"I'm known as the Ice Prince, everyone has weird titles these days. Just think of Poison Girl, that poor girl."

"We are engaged. Dad and that bad old man you call father signed an agreement before we met."

"No worries, as someone who advocates for free love. Our parents have no say on who we marry, as long as I have enough strength I can hammer them till they agree to let us marry whoever we want."

"Bastard who needs free love… I want you!" She angrily bit his shoulder.

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"This feels promising, I hope to see a sequel." S.E winked before disappearing.

"…"

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Note: Well damn, this is probably my longest chapter yet, how quaint. Anyways, there were two ways I thought about going at this, one where the MC appeared in the middle of the battle between Bibi Dong and Xiao Wu's mother, and this. Decided to go for this take because I got another idea for the former, we'll just need to wait and see. I actually didn't have much time to write this week, being busy with an assignment and a finance exam. This was only started yesterday, so it's pretty raw and I wanted to give you guys something while I got my shit sorted. Cheers!