Three black werecat orphan brothers are trying their best to find a home when they are finally adopted. Everything goes great with their new family until tragedy strikes and they are left with an unexpected guardian.

This story is about an average high school boy with an average lifestyle who likes to read novels especially fantasy ones and was transferred to another world along with his classmates from his school.

As they were transferred our protagonist, John Kaiser, was the sole student among his classmates who were left behind, leaving him all alone in their classroom.

As he was wondering what happened to the others, he remembered one of the novels he had read. It was a story of a fantasy world, where a king of a human kingdom summons heroes from another world to save their world from the demon king, a typical Isekai (Another World)  fantasy novel.

Our protagonist, John Kaiser, started to contemplate and question 'why?' why was he the only one not summoned?

And as his questions go crazy, a light emerges from the place where he was sitting.

Is this the start of our protagonist's fantasy adventure as a hero? Or will he live the same life again as an average person even in another world?

seorang manusia dengan kemampuan khusus dan grimore pertama yang menjadikan makhluk terkuat di seluruh dunia namun di jebak oleh para penghianat dan iblis menggunakan sihir transfer terlarang mengirimnya ke dunia yang berbeda. dengan kekuatannya apakah dia mampu kembali kedunianya

What would you do if your husband cheated on you?
And to make it worst he has a child with the woman and another one on the way. 
Normally that would make the person who is the wife filed for a divorce let's see how Emma will deal with this.
Would you stay with your husband?
And if you found another person would you be able to fully trust this other person.
Or would you rather start over and never meet that cheater.

The walk back to his room was quicker, but Darryl still took each step carefully, trying not to make any noise. When Darryl got to his room, he took a flashlight out of the drawer in his nightstand and flicked it on. He immediately flashed the light into each dark corner of his room to make sure that he was alone. Then he walked over to his closet door and slowly opened it. He pushed aside the shirts that were hanging in the closet and made his way towards the back corner. He shined the light on a pair of old sneakers that he had resting on the top of a shoebox. He had drawn an outline of the soles of the sneakers on the cardboard lid of the shoebox so that he could tell if anyone had moved the sneakers. They were still in place. He reached down and picked the shoes off the shoebox and placed them behind him. Then, the beam of the flashlight still his only source of light, Darryl sat down on the closet floor and leaned up against the wall. He lifted the lid off the shoebox. Inside was another, older pair of sneakers. He stuck his fingers inside the left shoe and grabbed the list. He pulled out a roll of paper from an old, desktop calculator. He'd found the roll years earlier when he and his friend Benny had snuck into the old abandoned middle school down at the end of Benny's block. They climbed in through a broken basement window and ran around inside for hours breaking glass and exploring old lockers. Darryl saw the ancient looking calculator in one of the classrooms with the roll of paper hanging from the back. The paper had yellowed at its edges over time. Without knowing why, he took the roll, shoving it in his pocket and not even telling Benny about it. He brought it home and did nothing with it for months. Then one day he needed it and he knew exactly why he'd taken it and what he was meant to do with it. 
Darryl reached inside the other sneaker and pulled out a thick pencil. He took his flashlight and propped it up between his shoulder and his cheek. He slid the fingers of his left hand into the center of the roll of paper and slowly began pulling the end of the paper with his right hand. The paper slid out from the scroll, revealing the markings that Darryl had made over time. They were words. Some of the words were crossed off but many remained untouched. Darryl kept unrolling the scroll into he got to empty space. He had unrolled nearly four feet of paper. Then, in the empty space, beneath the word Zombies Darryl began to write. He stopped for only a second to determine the exact word or words that he should write. It was important that he write the right thing. His history book had used a number of names-the bubonic plague, the black plague. The one he chose was Black Death, being sure to capitalize the first letters of each word. He felt a chill drift down his spine as he wrote the words. 
After writing the words, Darryl stayed hunched in the corner of his closet, the yellow beam from the flashlight barely cutting through the darkness. Darryl took a few moments to look at the words he had just written. He remembered the illustrations from his history book. He remembered his teacher's descriptions. His classmates had giggled and joked. Darryl didn't think it was funny. Black Death. Darryl looked at the words one more time. Satisfied, Darryl began to slowly roll his list of fears back up, scanning the list as he went. This was the most important part of the ritual. Every time Darryl added a new fear to the list, he looked at all of his old fears to see if there were any that he could cross off the list. His eyes scanned past the names of monsters like Zombies, Werewolves and Vampires. He glanced at the names of kids from his school, older kids and bullies. His eyes moved over the names of animals: lions, alligators, snakes, rats, bats. The word Dogs appeared on the list but Darryl had crossed it off. He liked dogs now. Now he knew how to put his hand out so that they could smell him before he pet them. The further up the list Darryl got the greater the frequency of crossed off words. Darryl looked at each crossed off word with pride. He was no longer afraid of water after learning how to swim at the local pool. Darryl's friend Georgie had made the list when he first moved into the neighborhood because he was so big but they became friends when they were seated next to each other in science class. Some words that Darryl had crossed off were added again. Sometimes conquered fears returned. The word Dad appeared on the list at least eight times. It was the first word Darryl ever put on the list. He started the list after his father came to their house drunk one night. Darryl had watched helplessly as his father slapped his mother in the face with his open hand. That night, as Darryl hid in his closet in fear, he started the list. The word Mom appeared on the list five times. It was the second word Darryl ever added. All five of the Moms were currently crossed out. The same couldn't be said for the most recently added Dad. The night Darryl added Black Death, he didn't find any words that he could cross off. He hadn't conquered any new fears. Slowly, Darryl made it to the beginning of the list. He could see the words Dad and Mom at the very top, both crossed off there. His hand writing was so much better now. Then Darryl looked at the third word on the list, right below the words Dad and Mom with their lines running through them. The third word was the highest word on the list that Darryl had never crossed off. It stood out among all the other crossed off words, surrounded by fears that Darryl had overcome long ago. Darryl didn't need to think about whether or not to he should cross the word off this time. He knew that he was still afraid. He looked at the word. He had capitalized it without even really thinking about it when he wrote it. The word was God. It had been written so long ago that Darryl barely recognized the child's handwriting that it was written in. Darryl remembered writing it though. He remembered the fear. After staring at the word for what could have been a few seconds but also could have been an eternity, Darryl finished rolling up the scroll. He placed it back inside the right sneaker and placed the pencil back inside the left. He put the lid back on the shoebox and carefully lined up the second pair of sneakers inside the trace marks on top of the lid. Then he turned off the flashlight and stepped quietly back out of the closet. Slowly, gently, Darryl climbed back into bed.
It took Darryl a long time before he was able to fall asleep.


Trevor Shane is the author of the Children of Paranoia series which has been published in six languages and which has been in development Hell in Hollywood since its publication. He is also the author of the aware-nominated novel The Memory Detective and its sequel, The Murderer’s Memories, both published under the name T.S. Nichols. He tries to write exciting books that will make both his readers’ hearts and minds race.
Before venturing into this writing career, Trevor went to law school at Georgetown University after getting his undergraduate degree in Religions Studies at Columbia University. Trevor lives in Brooklyn, New York with his wife and two very energetic children.

What would you do if God asked you to help destroy the world and everyone in it?  Would you help or would you take a stand?  
After the death of a child and the collapse of a marriage, Jim is surviving as a private detective in Los Angeles when he gets a peculiar phone call that upends his life. A rich movie producer wants to hire him to find a gorilla that has been kidnapped from the San Diego Zoo. Jim follows the trail of clues, including the business card of a mysterious gypsy fortune teller, deep into the dark abandoned subway tunnels beneath New York City. At least Jim thought they were abandoned and not the home of a strange collection of outcasts prepping for the end of the world. 
Meanwhile, a young boy secretly keeps a list of his fears in his closet, adding fears and crossing them off as he grows older. Alone near the top of the list stands a single word that has never been crossed off: “God”. 
List of Fears, a novel by Trevor Shane, is a darkly relevant, heart pounding adventure that will keep you up at night and make you ask yourself questions that you may not be ready to answer.


What I see is not a world map but a fucking world list.

"What!? why the fuck does this thing have a world list!?" I scream full of confusion this supposed to be a device that let me transform into aliens not to travel to another world "I mean I shouldn't question thing too much as this Omnitrix is a copy so I should have expected that they gonna be different things that the original Omnitrix don't have."

I look back at the list of the world (Za Warudo!) "Man this is like a data bank for every fictional world that ever created." I see like the usual mainstream world like Naruto, Dragon Ball, One Piece "They also have novels world like The Second Coming Of Gluttony a fanfic world like Endless Path: Infinite Cosmos." How that even gonna work as that world is like the usual world jumping with the mc as the core.

What I mean by "core" is like the protagonists are everything he is like a planet, everything revolt around him as when he is in a world/record that record wouldn't have the concept of future and past as the fucker is like one of the kind. Basically omnipotent.

"And it happens again I start monologue about worthless thing fucking hell."

Back to the main track, This Omnitrix has a list of every fictional world mean that I could go to another world right? As I don't think they will be someone who bore enough to slap in a list of multiple different worlds without being able to access them right?

"I kinda want to test this but they are to many things that I need to worry about like if I go to let say Naruto world what are my setting like, am I like just be there without a background and identity? or am I going to be reincarnated? and not to mention that they are a chance that the Naruto world that I going to going to be an alternate world."

"And if you guy starts thinking that they no way for it to be an AU then you are too simple mind. It like when you start planning for stuff you never know what will happen, There are too many uncertain in life."

Sometimes the world going to flip you off because you thing you plan going to work put like how it should.

Back to the main track. "The other thing is I also don't know if I can come back to this world again if I'm planning to travel to another world." You guy probably asking 'Why do you want to come back to this world again? can you just live in another world?'

"Well, I just feel like it you know? this world can be my main base of operation because I feel like this world pretty chill." and that coming from someone who has yet start searching for information.

"I feel like this world doesn't have much of a treat (<--- still not the word) simply because of me having Omnitrix. The worst-case scenario is if this world has an Evil God kind of entity that being seal and waiting to be free by a crazy lunatic group that wants to end the world or something and I'm pretty sure of myself that I can take care of them."

"I should probably put aside the world traveling stuff in a corner," I said as I exit the World list and looking back at the screen "I guess I should check the setting to see if they're anything," I said as I tap the setting and the only thing there is a different image of Omnitrix.

"The fuck is this?" I looking at an image of a different kind of Omnitrix like the original one, recalibrate one (alien force), the ultimatrix, the Omnitrix from Ben 10 000 future, Biomnitrix, Nemetrix, and different kind of Omnitrix that come from a different universe.

"Not only can I go to another world, now I can even customize the Omnitrix?" I said while taping the image of the ultimatrix and my Omnitrix transforms into a black and white gauntlet version of the Omnitrix.

"Hmmm, why is this a thing?" I said while looking at the ultimatrix then I start searching for the alien that I want to transform into. After I found it I start pressing the core to transform into...

"Swampfire!" I said while looking into the water reflection and see the swampfire from the Omniverse (ie full bloom).

"Huh, so it just an accessory huh not the real deal?" I said while tapping the Omnitrix that on my stomach trying to transform to the ultimate form and hold and behold 4 spikes come out of the core of the Omnitrix indicating to me that I was about to become Ultimate.

(this should be a description but you know me I'm shit at it. I could just copy-paste from the wiki but why bother if you can just post a picture of it?)

"Cool, it not just an accessory it works nice! Then that means the Biomnitrix is the real deal to sweet!"

For those who don't know about Biomnitrix, it a dual-Omnitrix system that the future Ben 10 000 develops in the future. The Biomnitrix is two Omnitrixes that are linked together, thus allowing the user to perform alien fusions by slamming the two gauntlets together. These fusions are not stored in the Biomnitrix, rather, they are created when being transformed into.

The Biomnitrix is incredibly streamlined and lightweight, possessing practically no bulk and appearing to perfectly blend in with, and mimic, the natural curves and contours of the user's forearms.

"But the best part about it is you can combine 2 aliens into one while also be able to transform into an individual alien and that also means for a more versatile playstyle for me."

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I sit there in Ultimate Swampfire form not knowing what to do. Like really what should I be doing here should I like go to another world?. I have too much power that I don't know what I should be doing here.

"You know what let just do whatever I want to it not like there other people to criticize what I gonna do so let just go to another world and have a holiday there," I said while transforming back to human, open the administration (that what I calling it) select the World icon and look to see if they're a random button.


"let see here there click on the three dots to see if it there," clicking it I see a customized thing so that I can look for a specific word, and there it is a randomized button and without further ado, I click it and dark light flash blinding me...

This is not a story this is just random guy without talent writing some bullsh1t in his free time

Over by Xiawu City's Hall of Mercenaries, Southern Lone Blade's seven-man squad was glancing through the available player-submitted missions, mainly focusing on those looking for help in PvP matter or larceny-related jobs.
Lucrative opportunities, like 'looting equipment off the Video Mage', were few and far between. Southern Lone Blade and his crew would often do odds and ends to earn small sums of money, but what was more important for them was the accumulation of a client base.
Southern Lone Blade's means of business started from these small jobs. By establishing a level of trust and contact with these clients, they would naturally think of hiring them again once a lucrative business opportunity appeared. Furthermore, he would add every client on his friends list through this back and forth of small businesses and would then carefully make records of every single transaction he had with them. This was essentially his leverage in maintaining a cordial relationship with the clients.
While his larceny and murder practice had indeed drawn the masses' hatred, nobody should forget that behind every transaction he made, there must surely be an employer that sought his service. He was nothing more than a dagger, and the person holding the hilt should not be forgiven for their part as well. He had sharpened his dagger to the point of it now being a double-edged knife, withholding his ability to take an eye for an eye. Every agreement with his employers acted as a reminder: I have leverage on you as well.
This was how Southern Lone Blade gradually expanded his business network. Furthermore, the method to contact him for business was extremely rudimental: private messaging. As for those clients who were already in his friends list, Southern Lone Blade had never once rejected their job requests, and this was because he already had leverage on those people. He was convinced that each of them could betray anyone, except for him.
These clients were his main source of income. But if he hoped for his business to prosper, it naturally meant that his client list would have to grow as much as possible. He had two methods to achieve this: first was for the major clients to introduce more customers to him, and second was essentially what he and his crew had been doing when he first started out – developing small customers into big clients before finally entering them into his friends list. This entire process was actually also a way for him to gain leverage.
Standing in the Hall of Mercenaries right now, Southern Lone Blade's squad was searching for customers that had the potential to become large clients. With how their business had originally started out and slowly developed through this method, they were of course experienced at judging the potential of their would-be customers. Those missions with vague descriptions were often not requested by guilds or groups but by individuals, instead. What was important here was pinpointing those who were rich; poor players just did not have the necessary funds to become Southern Lone Blade's clients.
The seven searched through the mission list, occasionally conversing with one another on the channel.
As a group, situations where the members would have separate opinion regarding client selection still happened from time to time. At the moment, out of the seven, Southern Lone Blade, Flame Singed Clothes, and Blackwater were keen on a particular customer who was searching for a particular equipment, while Glue and the other Priest had their eye on someone looking for help with a PK target. Paddy Scent Pastures and the Knight Unrivaled Lucky Star were leaning toward a request for aid in a normal quest with a bountiful reward.
Once they narrowed it down to these three targets, they noted their relevant information and then moved to leave. The seven did not directly accept the mission listed in the Hall of Mercenaries precisely because, as a non-mercenary group, they did not have permission to do so.
The fog remained as thick as ever. The seven stepped out of the Hall of Mercenaries and inhaled a deep breath of fresh air, as though they had just earned a new lease of life.
"Let's begin, then!" Southern Lone Blade took out the list of names that they had just jotted down and said, "Blackwater, you and Flame will contact this Many Nectarinas; Paddy and I will locate this Limp Hands, and the rest of you three can find this… this… G*dd*mm*t, what is this word?"
"Ha ha ha! You're so uncultured!" Since they had finally escaped the hunt for their heads, each was feeling much more carefree and began to joke around with one another. Glue mocked Southern Lone Blade as he took the paper and had a look himself. His face turned green. Passing it along, the next person's face also turned green. Southern Lone Blade looked over to Flame Singed Clothes. "Just what did you write?" That was the name Flame Singed Clothes had jotted down.
Flame Singed Clothes had no choice but to confess, "I just copied the depicted character accordingly. It's a martian word; even I don't know what the word is."
"What in the world is this word!" Blackwater raised the paper in the air and squinted, as if hoping the sunlight would give him the ability to understand it.
Finally, all seven shook their heads awkwardly. If none of them had any idea what word it was, then they had no means to enter it into their search field. Naturally, this meant they would be unable to find this player. Southern Lone Blade ended up stuffing that piece of paper back to Flame Singed Clothes. "The three of you will search for Many Nectarinas; the two of you will find someone who can read this martian word."
Before going their separate ways to contact their respective targets, the other two groups revelled in the misery of Flame Singed Clothes and Blackwater. It turned out that Many Nectarinas and Limp Hands had set their friends list to private – a very common occurrence all in all – so the two groups left for the mailbox. This left just Blackwater and Flame Singed Clothes clutching onto that piece of paper as they kept examining the word.
"Forget about recognizing the word, even if we do know it, how are we going to enter this character into the search field?" Flame Singed Clothes asked in frustration.
"How would I know." Blackwater was miffed as well.
"Guess we gotta enquire and find out!" Flame Singed Clothes said.
"Look; there's a pretty lady over there." Blackwater pointed toward a certain direction.
Aside from larceny, the seven-man squad was no different from the average gamer, and they had their interests as well. Given how plenty of players would partake in the courtship of the fairer sex, there was of course no lack of men with said interest among them.
Starting off from that pretty lady, Flame Singed Clothes and Blackwater started walking down the road and pitifully asked the passersby for assistance. In the end, not a player they met recognized the word on the paper; quite a lot of those people threw them looks of contempt and disdain to boot. The two bore with this slight for the sake of the job, gritting their teeth as they continued to search for further information behind the word.
They walked down a whole street, yet the two still had nothing to show for besides being parched from all the questioning.
"Let's head to a tavern and drink a round or two. There're more people congregated there, anyway, which makes it the perfect place to inquire further," Blackwater suggested.
"That's true. Plus, I believe we need to find the right remedy to our problem. This word is far from common, so we need to ask people who are far from the mainstream. It wasn't really smart of you to ask that old coot you approached moments ago," Flame Singed Clothes said.
"That old coot had no idea but pretended to be knowledgeable. Forget about recognizing the word, he even claimed that it is an Oracle Bone Script1," Blackwater agreed.
"Can you even enter Oracle Bone Script characters in this game?" Flame Singed Clothes asked.
"I've got no idea." Blackwater shook his head.
The two continued on their merry way as they chatted, asking players that could possibly know more along the way yet finding nothing new. They were about to reach the tavern; they had not met another player for quite a stretch prior, and the street they were currently on was empty. The two foreigners, who were not used to having such thick fog covering their surroundings, felt uneasy as they traveled.
"It's been quite some time since we last saw someone," Blackwater commented.
"That's right." Flame Singed Clothes looked around in the fog.
Finally, they saw a dark figure appear before them, which caused the two to become elated.
"Oh, look; there's finally someone coming," Blackwater said.
"Who cares who that guy is; let's hurry and ask him," Flame Singed Clothes said. The two had not talked to anyone else for quite some time and were feeling rather lonely.
They picked up their pace considerably. As the thick fog swiftly became less hazy, the two men could clearly make out the dark figure just ahead. Blackwater was clutching the paper and had half the mind to use his Fleetfoot to dash over to the man at first, but when the both parties' gazes met, the pair immediately came to a screeching halt.
One side was surprised, while the other was delighted.
Gu Fei was extremely happy. He had only left the tavern for no more than a few steps; how could he so quickly bump into them? Did Southern Lone Blade actually leave behind such a huge trace of his presence at the tavern? However, the two men before him were not exactly who he was looking for.
"Why are you here?!" the two exclaimed in unison. They had been very careful along the way. Glue's eyes were strained from overexertion that they nearly became bloodshot, confidently assuring them that nobody was following them. After all, the spyglass could be considered as an item players did not know about, with not one of them being aware that such a thing existed in-game.
"He he! What a coincidence! Where's Southern Lone Blade?" Gu Fei asked.
Neither Flame Singed Clothes nor Blackwater made a sound, as they were busy sending out a message to inform the other members of their squad: "That cad is here."
Southern Lone Blade felt like crying yet no tears came out when he saw their message. The way he saw it, he had yet to do anything to Gu Fei, so why was the man pestering them like so?
"Can the two of you escape?" Southern Lone Blade had a pessimistic outlook to this encounter, directly using the word 'escape'.
"It would be difficult…" Flame Singed Clothes replied.
Ever since witnessing Gu Fei's display of that 900-degree Twin Incineration by the banks of Linshui City, the squad had come to realize how frightening it was to go up against him. They were not even confident that the seven of them combined would stand much of a chance to emerge victorious against the Video Mage. They would definitely have to employ some unorthodox trick if they hoped to win against the man.
It was under such considerations that Southern Lone Blade finally decided to give up on the mission to loot Gu Fei's equipment. This was because such targeted looting of equipment was often a job that took time and plenty of effort on their end. They would most likely have to kill Gu Fei many times over, and each time would require intricate planning and ingenious arrangement. Southern Lone Blade did not think that he was much of a genius on this front, capable of winning by coming up with effective and different tactics each and every time. Weighing the pros and cons, he finally decided to just give up this mission.
This was entirely due to the fact that it was too risky to go up against Gu Fei. Rashly making an attempt on him would easily get themselves stuck, instead, so they might as well wipe the slate clean. But by the looks of things, it turned out that Gu Fei had already locked on to them and actually chased them all the way to this city.
"Just what do you want from us?!" Flame Singed Clothes yelled angrily.
Blackwater, who was standing at the side, was staring at Gu Fei silently. Flame Singed Clothes had been so flustered that he actually used a cliché line from idol dramas even though the enemy was right before them and their level was at stake. It was truly quite embarrassing.
Gu Fei seemed not to have noticed this, though, only asking calmly, "I'm looking for Southern Lone Blade; where is he?"
"Oh, he left for the west gate," Flame Singed Clothes casually replied.
"Is that so?" Gu Fei chuckled. "Is it convenient for that guy to come over for a bit?"
"Mmm, I don't think it's too convenient." Flame Singed Clothes gave this answer.
"How so?"
"Because he doesn't wish to see you."
"Would he rather see you two at a spawn point, then? I wonder if he prefers to head over to the Mage Academy or the Thieves' Union?" Gu Fei threatened the two with the potential loss of a level.
Even though neither of them wished to die, they really had no choice on this matter. "Do whatever you like!"
Gu Fei drew his sword out, but the two had no intentions of dying without putting up a fight. Flame Singed Clothes shoved Blackwater. "Run! I'll hold him off."
When all was said and done, Blackwater was still a Thief, and he still had the chance to escape from Gu Fei's evil clutches with his Fleetfoot. As for Flame Singed Clothes…


He is a great fighter in real life, but he is mistakenly assigned a "Mage" job class in a virtual reality game! He is someone who uses power to conquer power, so he makes the most out of the mistake and transforms into a fierce Mage, versed in close combat, in the blink of an eye! By perfectly combining strength and spells, he uncovers a new path of gaming!

Fireball? Chain Lightning? Frost Mirror… Wait just a minute; I’ve come to practice kung fu! Spells have nothing to do with me! What’s that? I’m a Mage? Oh, right! I am a Mage indeed. But… Are you certain I’m one? Alright… Feel the might of my saber! My sword! My hidden weapons! What? You’re saying I’m no Mage now? Let me prove it to you if you don’t believe me! But even if you believe me, I will still show you just how unstoppable a Mage who knows kung fu can be!

The thin paper sat on the desk between me and Gaz-di. I got it by messenger hawk this morning and for the first time in a while, I had realized just how unprepared I was.
"They're going to be here early." I said, both initiating the conversation and ceasing the awkward silence that had persisted between us for the last 2 minutes.
"The 15th?"
"Yes. Read it yourself if you don't believe me."
I had read through it over 10 times before I called a meeting with Gaz-di. Now I had not only every detail, but every word from the message in my head.
Journey to take less time than expected. Currents have favored us as well as the motherland's ingenuity. We expect to have arrived before months end. We recommend completing the training of all current recruits as quickly as possible. We have extended the age of recruitment now to those of 10 years or more. Complete their training as well. Attached are material they will need for infantry and armored deployment. We have reviewed the list of students and assigned the roles as followed:
Zanrick Sotsanu-Infantry Gotso Mir'ak-Armored Gan Hidu-Armored
Zog'ing Mikasu-Armored Danev-Infantry Zanag Sotsanu-Armored
Ziring Zurang-Infantry Zosro Tozarro-Armored Gonenh Zanik-Armored
Dazni Gezanuk-Infantry Oran Tozarro-Armored Gyatsan Zom'aik-Infantry
Gozdan Gyanzik-Armored Zorim Goran-Armored Gi Gu-Armored
Zihe Zutarro-Infantry Aden-Infantry Luke-Armored
We recommend you begin training of the attached material immediately. The attack on Ba-Sing-Se can only be accomplished with our aid. For the Fire Nation. For Fire Lord Azulon.
It scared me half to death to see the name of the 10 and 11-year olds on that list. It took me reading over 9 more times to confirm it.
"I believe you."
"Good."
"So what role do I play?"
I motioned to the list of material that had come with the letter. I had skimmed that less than the letter. Figured It wasn't my duty to focus on that aspect. I remember reading "field manuals" for the newest model of our tanks. They event sent a sample with them out of the kindness of our heart in case we lacked any of our own. And of course, we did. We weren't exactly a motor pool, Citadel. It would be a pain gathering an entire class around a single desk to read through it, but I'd leave that up to the teachers.
"Teach them what's on that list according to the other list of our students."
It always comes down to fucking lists.
He grabbed the lists from where they sat on the desk and read through them, the students first, then the material, shaking his head the whole time until he finished and looked up to where I sat.
"I don't have half the stuff on this list."
I grabbed the sample and slid it to where he sat. "That's all we're getting from the 15th. I recommend you make due with whatever else you have because either way, those kids are being deployed by mid-February. You decide whether they die in the first 10 minutes or the first 10 hours.
"So you're giving up on them?"
"Of course I'm not. I would have them live 10 lifetimes if I could. And that's what you and your teachers are going to do. Make them live as long as possible. Maybe it will only buy them minutes or hours, but either way, that's time you bought them."
"If I may ask, I saw Zihe's name on the list. He's still recovering from the burns. He can't even see out of his right eye."
I sighed. "Gaz-di, we're putting 10-year olds on the field and you're worried about him? I think he's the least of our concerns. I recommend you update your teachers and get them ready for the new material."
He stood up from my desk and bowed. "Yes sir." He said before promptly leaving. As he opened the door, I noticed Lieutenant Zarrow waiting outside and motioned him in through the cracks of the door. He noticed and pushed the doors open once more before they could close from the principal that had just left.
The last time I had seen him, I had gotten another scrap of his Gyani's damn journal. "Trust nobody." Like he was trying to remind himself not to trust the Fire Nation. What an asshole. The fact Zarrow was now standing here again didn't get me excited. I would get the first word here, not him.
"Zarrow. I didn't make you lieutenant to give me bad news. Tell me this isn't bad news."
"I'm afraid it is." He didn't bother sitting, but rather placed the slip of paper directly in front of me, folded as though he wanted nobody else to find it. I didn't blame him. We were the only two who knew about what Gyani had left behind. I started unfolding it while he said "An engineer found it in the pipeworks yesterday morning, scrunched up on the floor. It was unfolded when we found it."
I read it:
Trust Raava.
Watch out for Vaatu.
I sighed. I had thought this was over, but more and more kept popping up out of nowhere?
"So it's another page from the journal then."
"I thought so too sir, but I. I noticed something. I gave it to our scribe to make sure and he confirmed my suspicions. This was written recently. Just a little over a month ago."
What?! I heard my chair scrape back before I had even known I stood up. "How!?"
"The ink. The scribe could tell you better, but it was less dried. I don't remember how he put it, but-"
"No, idiot! I mean 'how' as in we already decapitated the man who wrote them! So is there a headless corpse writing messages in my city, did we kill the wrong man, or are there more like him, damnit?!"
"I don't know, sir. I j-"
"You are the commander of this garrison. Find how."
He gulped, and I just realized then I was holding him by the cloth of his uniform. I let go and he stumbled backwards. He saluted, too frightened to mutter a word, and left."
"He would start with the room again. It was right back to step one. I had been following ghosts before. Now I was following something all too alive. I wasn't sure which was worse."

After barely surviving the chaos of the Citadel Streets, Luke is drafted into the Fire Nation military, enrolled in their academy, and must find a way to survive the war to come.

I am going to aim for the top fanfic number 1  on a real EPIC project that is based on Fate Verse and Multi-verse travel with harem elements and overpowered epicness. I will work on this project with another writer. My plan is to make 500+ chapters for this insane fan-fic. So at 100 chapters, the MC can choose a new world to travel to and so forth. 

As for Dragon Ga Kill, tomorrow I am going to release as many chapters possible, starting first on Pa treon then on Webnovel for you guys. So vote power stones, but most importantly spread the word of this novel and Harem of Thrones as I do one last push for it to reach top 2 rank on fanfics and win the Thrones contest. So share Dragon Ga Kill/Harem of Thrones and what not. I am going to do my best to grow my fanbase and create epic content that is enjoyable to read for everyone. Also, I have two editors now. One for fanfics and the other for my original Harem of Thrones. 

Its time to reach the top. Show everyone who the real Harem God is. I might change my username as well. Harem for Life. Btw the next chapters for sure will have H-scenes and insanely epic battles. The Pa treon members will know and soon so will you guys. 

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Also, I have made a final list of my next projects to grow the Harem God Throne. 

1. Pokemon- Comes out next week.
2. Spider-Man Evolution/New Marvel Idea
3.The Testament of Sister New Devil X Highschool DxD world
4. Fairy Tail: Dragon Incarnate(Working with another writer) 

5. Fate Multiverse - (Title in the works): Final Fanfic Project. 

Originals: Harem of Thrones, Hentai Summoner System, and Ero Cultivation. 

I am going all out.

A college student with a dark past is reborn into the Akame Ga Kill world. He will become a legend. 



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[Tags]: Extreme Violence, R-18, OP MC, Ruthless MC, Assassins, Evolution

Things to Understand about this world
Underneath the thin crust of the world we live in exists a layer the layer of the gods. A place where demons and gods roam, where spirits and beings of unimaginable power destroy worlds for kicks a place where beasts slumbers and the law of physic are ever-changing sliding fluidly from one impossibility to the next. A place of never ending worlds filled with forces fighting for dominance neither good or bad but masquerading as one or the other. So hold on tight keep your cool and don't say a word to Kali or she will literally hunt me down and play hackey sack with my soul but enjoy and don't forget not a word.
                                                                Reasons we are being hunted
You see us death gods are suffering from the meteoric fact that karma is a bitch. You see for all our power, our speed, our strength all us deal with one incredibly big ass issue. The moment we kill another God of any sort or form no matter how minor their domain is we lose our ability to revive after death. You heard that right folks we are the only sect of gods blessed with the ability to smite others but the moment we do we basically put ourselves on the please come kill our moronic asses list. A list that actually exists and is currently part of a never-ending round of bets on which idiot will land on it next
Ps. Me and my crew may have accidentally landed on this list but in my defense what I did wasn't that bad but Kali be crazy, real crazy like lets storm Olympus on the winter solstice crazy (long story)

In the world of the Gods there are a select few that are chosen above the rest. They are more powerful than the rest, they are deadlier, they are stronger and they are hunted. They are the death Gods. The only Gods with the power to kill other Gods permanently. For this they are feared and revered but they are also hunted by both the Gods of light and dark. . This is the story of the 7 strongest Death Gods in existence. This is their lives, their deaths ………. And also their beginning.

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