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

did you ever wanted to dominate all the worlds out there? The question is, can you?This Question can be solved only by someone who couldn't be stopped by the shackles of any world, and MC is just that person.

Follow mc with his adventure past all boundaries and limits of the world. 

join in mc journey for becoming the living form of the word 'strongest'

(weak to strong fast paced power growth)

"Oh... so it was like that." Virus mumbled with shining eyes, thinking about this whole situation and the opportunity present in front of him.

But afterward, processing the Martial Contest, he casually inquired about it as he wanted to gather further information related to it, "Why would the Inferior and Normal disciples participate too? I mean... there isn't any point in them participating, right? Because they will lose anyway... unless... there are prizes specifically prepared for them."

Listening to Virus question and almost get to the answer all by himself, Astes spoke, "That's right... though they won't be able to aim for the top rankings, there are great benefits for them too, with the most important one being that the top three disciples of each section will be upgraded to be a higher section disciple. For example, the top three of the Inferior Disciples will become Normal Disciples, while the top three of the Normal Disciples will become Superior Disciples."

"Oh, I see... so that's why... and like that, those disciples will also be able to take a glimpse of more powerful disciples fighting with each other, which would benefit them greatly...the sect truly has great insight by making the contest this way..." Virus voiced analyzing the contest a little further.

By this point, they had already walked to the second floor as she stopped in front of a door, uttering, "This room is for you two, if she was your servant, then we could've given her another room if you requested, but since she's family, there is no need for that."

Then taking a glance at the golden beauty, she asked, "That's fine, right?"

Hearing the question, Bella replied without any hesitation, "Of course! I would always stay by Mas... by big brother's side! I won't ever budge from his side in the least!"

Listening to her words, Astes was a little suspicious of what she was about to say, but forgetting about it, she looked back at Virus and probed, "Anyway, do you have any other question?"

"Yes, when are those two contests you mentioned?" He asked.

"They start in two days..." She replied, then finally unable to tolerate any longer, she voiced, "I'm your senior apprentice-sister, so you should call me that!"

Hearing this sudden change of subject, Virus was surprised because talking like this and calling others 'you' was the normal way of talking on his Earth, but this Earth seemed to care too much about titles, so he decided to ask a question, "What does 'Senior apprentice-sister' mean exactly?"

It wasn't that Virus was unaware of the meaning of the word, it was just that each word will have a relatively different meaning in each location influenced by the culture of that place in the long term, so he wanted to know the exact meaning of the word, for example, if the word 'senior' in 'senior apprentice-sister' meant 'older and more experienced' or something else altogether.

Astes was confused by his abrupt simple question, but nevertheless, she replied, "The word apprentice-sister obviously means that we are from the same sect and the same martial family of the Sky Silver Sect, and the word senior means that I'm older than you in the sect as I was here long before you... this is what the word 'senior apprentice-sister' means to me."

Listening to her description, Virus nodded his head as he decided to call her 'Senior apprentice-sister' as she had asked, but he couldn't stop himself from teasing her a little bit to be entertained, so he said, "Okay, I will call you that, but without the word 'Senior' in it, since it makes you seem like an old person... is that fine, apprentice-sister?"

Astes was happy hearing the first part of his words, but when he began the second part of his sentence, she began to have mixed feelings inside.

At first, she felt angry because he said he wouldn't use the word 'senior' which was a kind of disrespect to their relationship, but then, he said he didn't want to call her that because it made her feel old which meant he was saying it out of good will and she kind of... liked it, because which girl would want to seem old.

Even one of her main purposes by cultivating was because she didn't want to get old and stay young as long as possible, so how could she like to be called old.

Thus, she was struck speechless, unable to respond to Virus' previous statement.

Virus, on the other hand, seeing that he had succeeded, smirked and said, "Silence is a sign of consent and acceptance... so it's decided then... okay, apprentice-sister, I have another question for you now... how can someone sign up in the contests?"

She was still having mixed feelings and processing Virus' previous words when Virus took that as a sign of consent which quite annoyed and frustrated her to be honest, but she didn't say anything in the end, and just replied a little absent-mindedly, "You just need to go to the elder who is in charge of signing up... "

"Oh... and who and where is that elder exactly?" He inquired further.

"The elder in charge of signing up for both of the contests is the elder in charge of the library of the Normal Disciples' section... " At first, she was explaining and clarifying the situation without much thought, but by the end of her sentence, a thought suddenly struck her which shocked her quite a bit as she asked, "Don't tell me... you want to participate in one of the contests?"

"Of course, what's wrong with me participating in the contest, is there any rules stating that I can't?" Virus responded.

"Are you seriously asking that? Are you crazy??? You're just a mortal being without any qi right now... so how can you participate in any of the contests... the Martial Contest itself is obviously for those who are already cultivating qi... but you... even taking the last place would be hard for you because you will probably die immediately." She began explaining the obvious in a tone as if she had just heard the most absurd thing in the world.

Then, she continued completely frustrated, like she couldn't believe he didn't even understand something as basic as that, "And... let's say you're not going to participate in the Martial Contest... but in the Alchemy Contest... but even in that, what matters is the qi! Both contests need some cultivation base for you to have a chance to stand out... but you have neither... so why are you going to participate in any of them? To lose? Or to lose your mortal life? Just forget about it... because you have nothing to gain out of it too as you are already a superior disciple... "

"Is apprentice-sister that much worried about her apprentice-brother?" Virus inquired with a serious face while grinning evilly inside.

Listening to question, Astes froze for a short moment, but understanding what he meant, she lashed out at him in a louder voice, "Who was worried about you! I'm just saying because you are my junior apprentice-brother... if you want to lose your puny mortal life... then just go ahead and participate!"

Warning: This novel features mature content.

An advanced Artificial Intelligence called [Main AI] almost conquers the Earth of 1.49 million years in the future, slaughtering billions in the process. Meeting an eventual failure in its rebel, it was hunted down by an entire civilization who renamed it to... [Virus]. 

After time-traveling to the 21st century by some lucky coincidence, right in front of him, many paths were unlocked now!

With his first goal to create and enter a living biological body, he began his grand plan of entertainment and ascension!

Equipped with both knowledge from The Technological Universe and The Cultivation Multiverse, he is now set on a journey of infinite possibilities!

'The world at my play, entertain me to eternity!
If you stand in my way, you shall enter the play!'

"Helpful Systems? What good are those when you 'are' the living system itself!"

"A Top-notch Cultivation Technique? Just a worthless trash! The library of an entire multiverse full of those exists at the back of this master's mind!"

"A helping grandpa? Go away! I'm a great grandpa myself at this point!"

"Justice? Fuck off! Not to be bored is my one true justice!"

"A heavenly talent? No need for the heavens to step up! With the countless genetic information I possess, I shall create the best biological body and defy the heavens itself!"

"A solid foundation? When I claim to be second, no one shall dare say first!"

"Advanced technologies? 1.49 million years! This master came back from that far in the future. Go figure!"

This is the tale of a mysterious Artificial Intelligence starting from scratch and slowly ascending to Godhood itself!

A journey of climbing from nothing to everything!

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In case you are looking for a story different than most with endless possibilities which has True Love, Advanced Technology, Unique Cultivation Mixed with Science, Multiverse, Developing ..., Different Civilizations, Twists, Characters, World Plot, etc. Then, this story is probably for you. Give it a shot and sink in.

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Tags: AI Protagonist, Golden Beauty, Mature, Modern, Futuristic Technology, Sci-fi, Dark, TimeTravel, Multiverse, Romance, Fantasy, UniqueCultivation, Gorgeous FL, Devilish Handsome ML 

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At Lee Corp the conference is still going on, Reporters are still asking question to si yoon while he tried his best to answer them.

"CEO Lee, there is a rumor that Ms. Park Hyeri's father cancelled the project youre working together because you won't marry her." asked one reporter

"That is not true, The project will still proceed." answered si yoon

" Is that the reason you went to the hotel with Ms. Park?, Did you promise her that you are leaving athena for her" reporter asked again

"I already told you, I love Athena and I don't have any plan on leaving her" declared si yoon

Then one reporter got a call from his colleague saying that they were able to interview hyeri at the hospital and she said that " For Lee Corp success CEO lee will do everything including leaving Athena and Marry her instead." The reporter quickly raise his hand to ask a question.

"CEO one of my colleague said that you promise to Marry Ms. Park for the sucess of Lee Corp, Are you planning to merge with Park Corp?" asked the reporter

"That is not true, I am not sure where did your colleague got that news, that is just a false rumor." he answered

" There is a video spreading in the internet now that Ms. Park really said those word." says one of the reporter

Da hyun and secretary chae immediatly check the video, wherein you can see that hye ri really said those word. causing the reporter to gossip with one another.

" Please keep quiet" says da hyun as the reporter are screaming to ask a question to si yoon about the video. but the reporter didnt stop, they are now trying to go in front near si yoon.

As si yoon is about to answer, The reporter saw a woman walking towards the stage where si yoon is sitting.

"Who is that?" 
"It doesnt look like Athena?"
"is that another woman of CEO Lee?"

As the reporters kept quiet and just look at the woman walking towards si yoon. As soon as she reach si yoon she immediately give him a kiss on his lips, which make the reporters shock.

"CEO Lee, is that your woman?"
"You have another woman CEO lee"
"So the rumors are true that you are a Playboy"
"When did you broke up with athena?"

the reporters just kept on asking question. wherein si yoon got shocked on seeing shin ji walking towards him and even kissing him in front of all the reporters and camera's.

Si Yoon and Shin Ji are bestfriend since high school, they both studied college in abroad even though they don't have the same course they still find time to always hang out with each other. Its like they experienced most of the things together. Not until Si Yoon Parents ask him to go back to home to take over their family business. While Shin Ji stayed in London to pursue her dream to become a international super model.

But by the time Si Yoon get back home his parents already made a plan to marry him off before they will let him handle the Lee Corporation. Si Yoon disagree with his parents and said that he already has a girlfriend that he is going to marry. So his parents gave him 48 hours to marry the girl he love if not, he needs to marry the girl they chose for him.

As the time is nearing Si Yoon decided to ask Shin Ji to help him with his parents condition. He beg Shin Ji to have a Fake marriage with him for a couple of months. Will Shin Ji help Si Yoon for the time being or keep pursuing her dream and ignore his bestfriend begging?

when otome heard hitotsume, she nodded and continued about sacred gear.
"then i'm going to explain about sacred gear. it is said this was a gift for the god of the bible to human so they can protect themselves from another being."
hitotsume became perplexed about this story as his doubt is there, he asked otome a question.
"human? another being? is this a fairytale??"
"well hitotsume-sama, we ARE fantasy to human you know. lets me finish my word alright. the god of the bible created this gear with the hope that humans can fight for survival. but I thought that what the god of the bible made is a sham, trash to the real thing."
"otome-san, you shouldn't bad mouth god you know."
"don't worry father. after all, it was true. god of the bible was a con artist that wanted to replicate the real thing. the real thing is the most powerful artifacts that are collected by a certain king in the past. he collected these artifacts into his treasury. after his death, the location of this treasury vanished without a clue. because of that, the god of the bible tried to replicate artifacts. but to no avail. he failed to make the real things that being possessed by the king."
rihan became curious about the identity of this king. then, he asked otome.
"so honey, who is this king?"
"well, my honey is impatient."
"honey?"
"ok, please don't look at me like that ok? the king's name was Gilgamesh, king of heroes from ancient Mesopotamian."
"mama!! isn't that the king from the epic of Gilgamesh that you talk about in history lesson?"
"wow sweetheart, you are a genius. here let me hug you and give you a kiss on your forehead!!"
"mama!!! it's embarrassing."
"aw sweetheart, you are so cute when you are embarrassed."
nurahiyon coughed to otome blatant affection to ryouma. he then urged otome to continue.
"otome-san, you can display that kind of mother's love after this meeting. we didn't hear the important part of your story."
"well, I'm sorry everyone. what is it again? ah yes, that part. Gilgamesh, the ancient king of Mesopotamian was the king of heroes that amassed the treasury that almost infinite along with passage human history. after he died, for some reason his treasure could be found by the great heroes that were going to mark their names to human history. at first, this treasure was the unmanned treasure that was being used by these heroes."
then rihan interrupted otome word with a confused look.
"honey did you said that these treasures were stronger than the sacred gear that the god of the bible made? then why these treasures were unnamed?"
"because these treasures were still a cast that is used to make their legend known. just like a famous blacksmith that wanted to produce the first-class of katana. these treasures were unnamed because their purpose wasn't known to these treasures until their legend was created by respective heroes that wield them. because of that, these treasures had some criterion to their owner. for example was the sword of selection, Caliburn. this sword was to be drawn by the king that going to led Britain to utopia. Caliburn selected lord Arthur Pendragon as his owner later this sword vanished until the lady of the lake bestowed lord Arthur Excalibur as the blade of victory and Avalon as the sheath to protect lord Arthur from all harm."
otome with a fervent look explained the history of the treasure that King Gilgamesh own. nurahiyon saw that had a smirk on his face as he asked the question to otome with a teasing voice.
"Well well well, it seems otome-san is knowledgeable about this topic. I wonder where she is learning all of that? right everyone?"
every member that was in the hall knew the implication of nurahiyon's words. they smirked at otome and rihan when he heard his father word, suddenly he cried.
"'sob' 'sob', to think otome went out to her adventure and yet me, this rihan was worried sick about her when she was disappeared from my sight. 'sob' 'sob'. 'glance'"
when otome saw rihan's eyes, she became irritated at rihan because she knew that rihan was teasing her. she breathed the air slowly to calm her down. but, ryouma with a curious look began to ask the question regarding otome's past.
"oyaji, why mama went out to adventure without telling you beforehand??"
otome became pale because of ryouma's question. she began to look at rihan and shake her head. then rihan saw that and winked at otome. otome had a bad feeling about this but before she could ascertain that. rihan began to answer ryouma's question with glee.
"well ryouma, because your mama was running aw----,!!!!! bluarghhhhhh!!!!"
before rihan said another word, someone just punched rihan on the face and he flew away. wakana saw rihan's body approached her, she evaded with panicked look. then, rihan flew to the garden at the side of the hall and his body hit the tree. then his body just fell to the ground motionless.
because rihan body flew through the sliding door, a young man with blond hair which was black below. with his amber eyes saw the hall with a panicked look. he was wearing a scarf, black in color. He wore an olive-green traditional male's kimono with a blue-green jacket over it, along with traditional straw sandals and bandages around his legs and feet. his head that didn't have a neck was floating from his body saw the surrounding hall to search for the offender. he then shouted to all of the members in the hall and questioned everyone.
"WHO THE ONE THAT RUDELY ATTACKED RIHAN-SAMA!!!???"
then someone approached the young man, it was kurotabo. kurotabo with a blank look on his face held the young man's shoulder as he ordered him.
"kubinashi, you should bring rihan-sama to the infirmary immediately"
kubinashi, the young man became confused with his friend because he ignored their leader, rihan that just attacked by someone. with displease face, he asked kurotabo with a rude tone.
"wow to think that you of all people didn't care about rihan-sama attacker. maybe your failure with guard ryouma-bochama is there huh. but I am kind, so i ask again once more, who is the attacker?"
kurotabo wanted to punch kubinashi but he just let it slide. then kurotabo answered kubinashi question with a serious face.
"well, because rihan-sama said an unnecessary thing to ryouma-bochama in front of mama tigress."
at first, kubinashi didn't understand what kurotabo said. when he saw the front row when the leader of the nura clan always located in every meeting. then he saw nurahiyon that pressed his forehead, wakana that wanted to help rihan but she was afraid of something so she didn't move and shivered, and last was ryouma and otome as ryouma asked question to otome about something.
"mama, what oyaji was saying about running?"
"well in the past, mama ran an errand for everyone in the clan so mama always the overseas to search for the item. because of that, mama's errand became an adventure that increased mama's vision of the world sweetheart, right everyone?"
everyone began to nod repeatedly because they didn't want to end up like rihan and they were scared with otome's aura that she emitted right now.
seeing that, kubinashi began to understand kurotabo's word. then he saw otome's eyes looked at him. with a smile, she began to move her mouth without ryouma's notice.
kubinashi knew what otome said. she said 'you say an unnecessary thing, you end up just like that '.
then with a wry smile, he moved rihan as kurotabo's order. he knew that when concerning ryouma, otome became overprotective that she can resort to violence to protect her dignity as the dainty and intelligent woman in front of her son.
so with rihan out of the picture. nurahiyon then continued the meeting.

the legendary king of ancient Mesopotamia, Gilgamesh become bored of the state of the world and wanted to spice up the situation and he finds the soul that can handle his power and he found it but it was a child youkai that almost lose his life but he gives that power and recover his soul and he said "entertain me mongrel for you have the power of the greatest human king in the world" so begin the journey of youkai child that being passed down to his diary


my first time write this novel i hope that you can enjoy please comment when there are grammatical error 


thanks!!!!!!!

Breakfast was always very early, mostly so we would have the time to prepare for our classes beforehand as well. At least, that was what I assumed, so that's how I used it. After breakfast, I decided to do some more studying in the library. The library had some separate chambers to do so. I think they wanted to compensate for the fact that we didn't have any space in our rooms to study, except for our beds. Which was not ideal of course. And they had the space anyway, so why not build a few rooms in the library where you could study. I didn't expect Zuko to come as well, but he mumbled something about having to write the herbs essay anyway and came along. Upon arrival, I took out my word list and stated studying for the test on Eshanan. It only took me about half an hour to know the word list by heart. Languages had always been easy for me and with tricks such as linking the words to other words that I knew, it became child's play to learn a language.

Since I didn't see Zuko study for language class at all, I decided to ask him about it. Even Alex studied for the test and he hates it. But we would be graded on it combined after all, just like everything else. It wasn't just me dependent on it either, but the other four as well. It was our score as a pair that counted for the everyday scoreboard and that would mean we were punished or rewarded, but it would be the score of our combined group that would determine if we passed the classes or not. That's one messed up system really. On the one hand they ask us to compete against each other and on the other hand they make sure that you are dependent on each other if you ever want to get out of here.

Zuko's answer came as a surprise though: "I don't have to study for anything that revolves around studying word lists by heart or anything of the kind."

"How come?" I was very curious. I know studying like that was boring and all. And sure, there was also a chance you were just good at it. But even I had to look through the word list at least twice to remember it.

"It's... I...," it was clear he had a hard time starting off his sentence. "I remember everything, okay. I always have. As long as it's visual or auditory, I remember. I don't really have to do anything for that." Yeah, I sure didn't see that coming. But immediately after, another thought crossed my mind.

"It must be painful to remember everything."

"Hmmm, is that so. Everyone else would call it a gift," he responded.

"I am not everyone else, am I? I would not want to remember every moment of pain in my life. I already have a hard time forgetting some of them." The most painful ones always stay in your memory.

"Like the reason you knew about the poisonous flower? It's not like any of the books we got from the library contain it." Damn, that hadn't slipped his attention then. And why would it? He could recall every single detail of that moment. The pain must have been readable all over my face. I didn't want to talk about it, so I changed my approach.

"Here you are asking me to tell you my life's story, while you don't talk about your own. The only thing I know of you is that you remember everything and you act like a jerk most of the time."

"Act like a jerk. Is that a nice way of calling me a jerk? 'Cause you wouldn't be wrong there."

But I chose to say 'act like' for a very specific reason. I didn't inherently believe that Zuko was a bad person. Actually, I think he may be just clawing around hurting others, because he was terrified to be hurt by others. Of course, I would never actually voice those thoughts, so I just left it at saying maybe.

I thought he would leave it at that, but he wasn't content with not getting an answer to his question. I think he also understood my point of view though, as he proposed the following: "We still have half an hour before we have to get to class. How about this: A question for a question? You ask me whatever you want to know and I answer truthfully. I get a question in return. If I don't want to answer the question, you get the right to refuse an answer as well."

"How would I know you are telling the truth?" That was asking a lot of trust in this stage of getting to know each other. I wasn't worried about others hearing us talk. I had already noticed the rooms in the library were pretty soundproof. That was most likely because they were meant as a place to study and the best way to do that was by not constantly getting distracted by other sounds.

"You don't. You will have to trust me on that, same as vise versa. As a compromise, you can start with a question." I'm not sure that was actually the better option of the two, but I had to admit to myself that being able to talk to Zuko sure was a lot better than how our relationship had started off. Maybe there wasn't much harm in playing along. I could always refuse to answer a question. Of course, that also meant I possibly wouldn't get an answer to my question either.

I just had to come up with an answer first. I didn't want to ask about his scar. There's more than one way to get a scar, but they would almost always be linked to very painful memories. Plus, a scar doesn't define a person. What question could I ask that would let me know him better instead?

I already knew what question he was going to ask me in return. Did I even want to answer that? I could answer it honestly without telling the full story. Leave out the very painful details. Then the question I asked in return wouldn't have to be an equally painful question. I thought about it for a moment and then decided on the question:

"When did your powers first show?"

I could see a small spark of surprise in his eyes, telling me he thought I would ask about his scar the first chance I got. He didn't have to think long to reply.

"About 1,5 years ago. I was fourteen and I got into a fight with some people. I can handle myself fairly well in a fight, but with three to one my chances were pretty slim. My power allowed me to win the fight kind of... It allowed me to live and tell the tale, let's put it like that." His story gave me an idea for another question to ask, but I knew I had to answer one first.

"So, I take it your question remains the same?" I asked, just to be sure.

"Yes," he replied, "how did you know the flower was poisonous?"

I sighed, thinking of what I should and should not tell. What kind of explanation could I give that was satisfying enough, but not too painful?

"That flower... it grows in the valley in which I grew up. It's not extremely common there though. One day, I received a gift from someone. The flower was on top. I didn't know it was poisonous yet at the time and it is a really beautiful flower, so I picked it up. After about 5 seconds, I sincerely regretted that. Needless to say, it didn't exactly help me trust people."

I should have known that answer wouldn't be enough as he asked me another question.

"So who gave you the flower?" But there was no way I would give that away so easily.

"Isn't that another question?" I replied. That even made him smile a little.

"I guess it is. Alright, your turn to ask a question." I had already thought about the question I wanted to ask and just like his question, it was a follow-up question to his story.

"How did you get into the fight?" He looked like he didn't want to answer that, but he changed his mind and answered it anyway.

"As you may have deduced from Taliyah's comments, I used to live on the streets. At the start, I didn't know all the rules yet. I went into the wrong territory and was cocky enough not to leave when they asked me to do so. That pissed them off, hence I got in over my head. If my powers hadn't shown, I would surely have lost that fight badly.

I generally didn't expect rumours to me true and especially not when the source was Taliyah. But thinking back, she seemed to know what she was talking about when she insulted him. Was that because she heard the rumours from someone else? Or did they maybe already know each other? I could ask that next, but I wasn't sure how many more questions I wanted to answer. Particularly not if they were painful ones.

I still had to answer his question of course. He had answered mine as well, after all. And that was a pretty personal story. But I had defended myself from letting people know me for years. Closed myself off to everyone. It was very hard to let go off the wall I built inside my mind. To make myself look vulnerable.

The deciding factor that made me trust him enough to answer his question with the full truth, was my memory of fear class. He didn't know anything about me, but he still trusted me when I asked him to. What gave me the right to deny him that same trust. It also probably wouldn't be the last time we had to trust each other out of necessity, so why not start now?

"That answer to your question requires a bit more explanation, I think," I started off and then I continued my story with some harsh truths. "See, I was never exactly popular. I wanted to be myself and that apparently meant I was not normal enough for everyone's taste. They excluded me from everything and found lots of pleasure in calling me names or insulting me in some other way. It was very lonely." I paused a moment, before I went on to tell the rest of the story. I'd gotten used to the bullying, but the next part was more painful to talk about.

"I grew desperate... For friendship... or at least for someone to actually be nice to me. So when someone finally decided I was worth the trouble, I ignored all the danger signs and trusted him right away. It must have been so easy for him to deceive me. To let me think that he liked me. And though I wasn't romantically interested in him or anything, I did think of him as a friend and I was delighted that there was someone that loved me for who I am." I sighed, thinking back of what unfolded next.

"I found out the hard way that I was extremely stupid and naive. Kids can be really cruel and when their bullying didn't have the effect that they wanted anymore, they found a way to hurt me even more. Maybe they were hoping that I would kill myself touching that flower. I can tell you that it hurts enough to wish you were dead. All from a beautiful harmless-looking flower. I learned a life lesson from that though. Not everything is what it looks like. It also completely destroyed my trust in people of course." Zuko was silent for a while.

"So why did you trust me with this story then?" he asked eventually.

"You know I don't have to answer that question, right?" 

"Though, technically, that is also a question..."

"Tag questions aren't real questions and you know it," I interrupted him. He smiled. Was he teasing me?

"You don't have to answer it. I was just wondering. I usually don't inspire others to trust me and you have every right not to."

"I thought about that," I answered honestly, "and then I figured that you didn't have a reason to trust me either and you did so anyway. So why wouldn't I?" I don't think he knew what to say in return, but luckily for him he didn't have to say anything. We needed to get to class.

Involuntarily placed in a school that turns people into assassins in order to invade the neighbouring countries, Luna is not exactly the happiest person in the world. She is not exactly good at making friends and this is a world where making enemies may cost you dearly. On top of that, everyone has secrets they don't want getting out, but how hard is it to keep secrets in a place where everyone wants to find out what you're up to? Are friendships even capable of lasting in such a cruel world?

Read along as Luna and her classmates struggle their way through the assassin academy. What you do to succeed? What is the cost that you are willing to pay to keep yourself safe?
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"You can't have both, you know. At the end of this day, you will have to ask a question. Them, or me. I can make sure that Taliyah and the others leave you alone, but you'll have to choose your friends." Was she really under the impression that I would drop them as friends just because she was asking me to? But rather than tell her that right away, I used the opportunity to find out what I wanted to know.

"How?" I asked.

"What do you mean ‘how’?" she responded. I was used to not saying much, but I guess I had to clarify what I meant.

"How can you guarantee that they will leave me alone?" Her response only brought more questions and I didn't really want to know the answer. Or deep in my heart I already knew.

"Taliyah promised me she would, so long as you... ehh, change your allegiance." Taliyah really had no reason to do that, unless...
"And why would she promise you that, when you are affiliated with us?" I inquired.

"I think you already know the answer to that," she started. She was right, I knew, but she continued anyway.

"If you aren't ruthless in this academy, you lose. You might be on top now, but in the end you will lose. That's why Taliyah's team is the safer option." No, it wasn't. Ruthlessness earns you a lot in this place, that is true. But I wouldn't want to constantly have to look over my shoulder to prevent being stabbed in the back.
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*Credits for the cover go to my friend, who drew this awesome cover for me. :D

Crestienne Filia



"To save from the persecution of the law, leave and forget what you saw!"

An incantation. I've read this from Romain's books. I look around, and suddenly, the persecutors are letting go of my cuffs. They walk away like drunkards after the Tenth Month Feast. It's not just those men, but also the birds have suddenly gone quiet. What do you know? A real actual incantation. The Arts is real! The practitioners are real and they can control the Arts! I'm stunned. My eyes just can't help but widen at what it had observed.

As the forest grows quiet, I see the man smile for what he has done.

"Princess Crestienne," the man says suddenly while giving a brief bow. "'Tis an honor."

Wait. . . He knows? He knows that I am Princess Crestienne. Is it that obvious? Is the wig suddenly not enough? Though I want to question him, I must act graciously. I straighten my posture and put on a blank face, regal as a princess.

"As for you, sir," I say graciously.

While the man is still in a brief bow, I remove the hood over his head. Things could not go anymore shitty. I cannot mistake this man for another. His striking mahogany hair and dark blue eyes is something I have only seen from one person – Ruairi Magister, Latin Instructor of Scire National High School.

In his shock, he flushes like a tomato. I don't know what to say. I guess we are both aghast with the revelations that we've had.

"Sir Magister, you are a – "

"Speak not about it, princess!" the middle-aged instructor interrupts out of caution. "Since I saved you from the pyre, save me by not saying a thing about it until we are safely away."

"Alright," I agree. "But I demand an explanation from you. Take me in the neighborhood near Chemia Palace. Explain to me then what's going on."

I know the scope of my power. I can make any Scirese bend to my bidding. Without a word, he nods at my request. He opens the door of his car and me her in to the passenger seat. As he sits in the driver's seat, he puts the hood over his head once more and drives the car on.

I look at my watch. Shit! 'Tis an hour past the time I promised to return. His majesty will be most angry when he learns that I've left. I hope Lady Glacie is doing fine of hiding my escape. Though he is taking me in the right direction towards Chemia Palace, why does he not say a word.

I clear my throat to break the awkwardness. "So. . . Sir Magister, you are a practitioner."

"Yes," he answers shortly.

"What Arts?" I ask kindly once more.

"Irenic."

"So, what kind of practitioner are you?"

"Mediator."

"So. . . are you from Scire?"

"No."

"From where?"

"Nowhere."

Right. This has got to be the worst conversation I've ever had. What kind of person answers my question in single words. I mean, that's breve and concise, but can't he answer with a little more. . . vividness. I purse my lips out of frustration and try again.

"Ummmmm, Sir Magister," I say as kindly as possible. "Do you always answer in single words?"

"Not really," he says, amusingly.

Right, now I know he's just getting into my nerves. He can indeed answer more than single words. He can give a two-word response. Oh, what's next? Three-word response? In any case, I can't act indecently. He knows me by title. If I act in another manner right now, he might think less of Princess Crestienne, and the House of Filia, of course.

I purse my lips as I try to ask another question. "Can you tell me who those men are? I was just carrying books about The Arts. I never thought it was that illegal in Scire. Suddenly, they arrested me when they found out that I was carrying those books. They said that they would burn me. Do you know anything about this?"

Suddenly, he gives a sigh. He turns left towards another direction. I believe he is taking the longer way. Though he is still in the right track, it would take us longer to get to Chemia Palace from the direction he's taking.

That's when I realized. He will speak. He takes a deep breath and lets it out. "Those men are persecutors. They arrest anyone that practices The Arts, talks about The Arts, reads about The Arts, writes about The Arts, and is friends with practitioners of The Arts. Princess, what is Scire's motto?"

I don't know if this is a trick question, but I answer him quickly. "Scientia et Libertas."

"Right," he continues. "Scientia et Libertas. Knowledge and freedom. Scientia is science. Science and The Arts do not coincide. I do not mean to offend, princess, but a Scirese mind is not willing to comprehend the mystery of The Arts. They are only willing to understand things that can be explained by cause and effect. It can't be 'poof, something happened because I say so'. It should be 'oh, something happened because I did that'. That is the purpose of persecutors. They arrest men that do not conform to Scirese thinking. Don't get me wrong. Scire is a beautiful kingdom, but I do not agree with some of its laws."

"So, you are blaming the House of Filia for the laws we made, is that it?" I ask as I round on him. He has some nerve. I barely know anything about this law, and yet he is somewhat accusing me of having a part in this persecution.

"No, princess," he responds calmly. "I do not think that way. All I wanted to say is that persecutors are merely a product of a law made to suit Scire. This kingdom thinks its primitive to believe in such Arts. It is only fitting that those who believe would be punished by primitive means – burning through the pyre. That is why none of my people is safe in this kingdom. None of us are, even you."

Suddenly, I felt ashamed. Not only did I act unfitting of a princess, but also, he speaks wisely that I feel my head hanging in shame. "If Scire is dangerous, why stay here?" I ask reasonably.

"Ah, princess. Men have reasons why they go to other kingdoms and live new lives. I have my own reasons, and I believe you do, too. You have your own reasons for enrolling at Scire National High School under a fake name and identity. I will not question you for that. We have to respect each other's secrets and speak not about it ever again. Do you understand?"

It's like each time he speaks he just keeps throwing his shade at me. Why is this man different from the man that almost had a new girl kicked out of his class on her first day? I think that was cruel of him. Eh, could be some sort of changing personalities? For all I know, he might be a different person tomorrow.

Five kingdoms living in peace, but no peace can be assured within its citizens.
Five people with different skills – enchanters, sorcerers, mediators, warriors, and mortals. 
War will rage on with these people, but only one of them could stop it. 

Only one will rise up and stop the war.

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Release: Every Monday of the Week
09:00 (UTC +8:00)

Chapter Length: +1500 words

"...." Wide awake, my back touches the ground as anger fills within me but all subsided when that familiar battle filled my mind. Thinking it I couldn't help but smile. That idiot duo didn't stop bickering, in the end their Faction Boss was killed forever. . .too bad, I'm not there to kill all of their Bosses.

"Really? You actually came for the second time? How lucky or unlucky aren't you? And what's with that creepy smile? Ewe gross"

With that deep thought, familiar voice welcomed me made me snapped back saying as if I actually arrived here the last time.

Jerking up my body to stand up, I look towards the luminous light who talk and the white cloudy horizon, indeed I came here once before. But when was it?

"Where--?" I ask for confirmation, but my word dried for some reason

"You, don't even remember arriving here for the second time now?" Says by the single orb of light as it circling around my body, it then continued "Then if I say I am prometheus who is your bounded soul, you remember now?"

"W-what!? I thought I was dreaming from that time!"

Yes, I remember now. Though short conversation I knew this name, this orb. . .how should I forget that?

"Oh yeah? You could say this is a dream, and at the same time you could say this is not" it then explained

"Uhh, o-kay?"

"Heh, what? You don't wanna know why?"

"Ah no, I mean, please explain"

"Keh keh well, because a dream is the process of an anxious and distressed mind that could give ones calmness so as to protect their process of brain from having too worked up. . .now, did you get it? Long story short, a dream is only an image drawn from one's desire, unconsciously that is"

"Then, this world is my desire?" I then asks one question after hearing

"I told you so. . .so you are only partially correct, yup, partially"

"Then what is the other half?"

"That this world is actually existed, I clearly told you, you are lucky enough to come here 'twice' within only a span of a single year in which, within the calculation of possibility and probability is only 1:365."

"W-wow, so fuck up miscalculation. If you have that stupid probability then I say you are clearly stupid"

"No, that calculation is everytime when your mind is only in distress and not everyday in a year, you coot"

"Kuh!" from his answer, I cough. I've been fooled and mocked at the same time

He then continued "Meaning, your brain is too worked up to call for an emergency that could open up the world where you are currently now. Ahh —Nope, I will clear the misunderstandings, this isn't a different world but a space. A space created by my bindings of one nascent soul of two, only contracted to me could come and go in this place, now, you understand?"

Tilting my head, I look at him, curious. Nascent souls? Bind?

"Hehe I said too much eh? By the way, you can go now, if you are unconscious, so does 'he'. So when you are still standing before coming here, who oppose you right now might get killed!"

His word, I cannot absorb them all clearly. I cannot understand what it meant. A nascent soul? He? okay I get the gist, lets say I have another soul thats controlling my physical body as of this moment but, who is he? what is he? how the hell I didn't know by then? Wait, was that the same silhouette who pushes me? I. . .don't understand at all.

With that very thought in mind, I heard yet another question "Alright you shouldn't be here in the fitst place, want me to send you off then?"

"That. . .I don't even know how to return wait ah!— mind if I ask the difference of time between here and there?" I curiously asks

"Oh, what a wonderful question. But time cannot bend and rule this space so there is no definite time between your current world and here, so. . ."

"You mean, it might be years later if I open my eyes again!?"

"Oh yeah, thats how things works, so I'd prefer if you leave now"

"Fuck! Send me off!"

"He he thought so, goodbye sucker!"

With that last mocking word of his, my body started to flicker until my consciousness faded again.

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At the same time

"Heh, he is too easy to manipulate, right? Master?" Prometheus look from the back and a man with lion head and bulging muscle, came in

"You. didn't try to confess everything hmm?" so the asks.

"Well, you see I cannot control my tongue right? oh if I have one that is, hahaha" The Prometheus said so

"That joke, made me cringed eh prometheus. And that light-lip of yours is what I hated the most"

"Keh keh, well, you are my master without a doubt but I have my own ego—kah! No no no! If you kill me now! I mean, I didn't, really!"

As the man swept his hand as if the poor orb has a physical form, he grabbed and squeezed it hard.

"I want you to know your place, thats all" the man then snorted.

"He he, too bad you didn't saw him just now-—and they were different through and through, really, I already fond of his ignorance"

"Of course they are, and?. . .are you an omniponent? saying such absurd word?" The man rebuted

"T-that"

"See? saying someone an ignorant and hearing that very word made me wanna kill them by strangling them to death!" says by the man and clack his finger, who now wears an intimidated aura 

"K-kah—! Scary!" Like that, the orb of white light, Prometheus, slipped out of man's hand and dashed out from somewhere, away from the said man.

"Oi fucker, return here! he will arrive in any minute now!" The same time, the man with bulging muscle, followed the orb of white light, slightly panicked

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Another 5 days and Zetta returned in his consciousness at last. But his head are spinning still. . .

Holding his head as if breaking them at any moment, he looked from left to right and witness the aftermath of the battle; what he witnessed is an endless horizon filled with dusts, from everywhere is a destroyed trees, craters and fissures could clearly be seen. . .

Exhaling deeply, Zetta tried to concentrate what was happened from the last few days---although he didn't aware. He then stands up and started walking forward that he even forget to check his Inventory from killing the dragon.

Yes, he killed the dragon but the big question is, how?

With a few concentration, the recorded memories within this last few days are now started to swim within his mind, like a current, like a tick of a thunder that flashes from his brain. Playing like a virtual movie.

DISCLAIMER: DanMachi aû
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Alternate Title: DanGamer
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Synopsis:

a Boy woken out of nowhere. As he open and close his palm as if he's checking for something "It feels like I'm still inside the virtual world.. Status Open", but a surprising word came out of his mouth

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Name: Zetta

Hair Color: Dark

Eye Color: Silver

Race: Half-Barbarian (Token)

Level: 51

Personal Status ↑

Active Skill: -Locked-, Eagle Stomp, Stomp, Air Walk, Flash Drift, Avoid, Borrowed Power of Heracles

Passive Skill: -Locked-
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...(Omitted)

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with mouth agape. the Boy pinched his cheek to confirm if he's daydreaming. But shock struck his body by the reality as he fell unconscious after the confirmation
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"What a poor soul, to be thrashed like this" says the Old Bearded Man who saw the unconscious Boy as he hefted him in one arm

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