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Plague, Hunger, Famine... these are three things that caused problems for the Four Kingdoms. The princess of the Northern Kingdom seeks revenge for her parents and best friend whom are being held captive by a tyrannical “prince”. She enlists the help of an odd boy that also seeks revenge, but for different reasons...Follow the journey of these two vengeful spirits trapped in the bodies of sixteen year olds.

In lanes 1-4, there isn't really anyone of note; just some boys aged 7-10. The 10 year olds have a very distinct advantage in that they're most likely taller and their muscles may be more developed.

Also, 10 year olds are more used to roughhousing, making their skin near impenetrable.

This has nothing to do with swimming but it's a neat fact.

In lane 7 however, I feel like I recognize that girl...hmmmm, maybe when she starts swimming I'll remember her? I can usually know who the female swimmer is on the Olympics Channel with the way they swim.

For example, Jakabos, one of the ho- best female swimmers has long arms; this means that her movements are wider, more powerful and not as sharp. Her elbows bend a bit more as well.

[what a freaking pervert you are. You pay attention to the female swimmers, whatever. But now? You look at their elbows?]

'Oy...you make me sound like some weirdo. I look at their swimming styles! It's for science! Those late nights watching FINA and the Olympics Channel are NOT just for my pleasure!'

[uhuh uhuh...oh look, they're starting]

As Feelie, mentions that, I hear the whistle and the kids on the diving boards jump into the water...needless to say, it's a bit of a disaster.

The kids in lane 1, 2, 6 and 9 all had their goggles pulled off of their heads, making their eyes get exposed to the pool water.

For me, I'm personally fine with it and have been training without goggles with Seung-ri Jim for about 3 months to get used to it. Other children, however?

Nuh-uh!

They all stop in their tracks and start floating above the water by lightly kicking and make their way to the poolside. They are rubbing their eyes and lane 1 and 9 are both crying.

It's very hard not to laugh but I need to try! Holding on is key to developing a relationship with Coach K. 

Even though swimming isn't a team sports, you still need to show some decency when handling teammates. In fact, there was this one story where a disgruntled teammate was repeatedly bullied and harassed by this better swimmer.

The bully swimmer was able to get to the FINA finals while the bullied swimmer was eliminated at the quarterfinals. Annoyed and jealous, right before the swim, she broke into the other swimmer's hotel room and smashed up her legs.

That ruined both of their careers. Literally no chance at redemption all becuase you decided to call a kid a "poopy-head" in 3rd grade and called them "dumdum" in middle school.

You feel good about it now? That the little name calling will get you forever ruined from the legs down, huh? Think about it...

[that's such an isolated case that it's stupid you even mention it. However! I need to agree. Respect your teammates and they will respect you. It costs nothing to be nice]

'Uhuh uhuh. Very funny hearing that from you though'

[you- why yo-]

Ignoring the haters by focusing my entire attention to the race, looking at lane 7 and lane 3 as both of them are the quickest so far from off the bat.

Both look like they have great technique. Sharp elbows, thumb in first and kicks never above the water. They look very promising.

The other lanes: lane 4, lane 5 and lane 8, are all mediocre. Well, at least they are still young. This age is the perfect age for improving your swimming. 

Despite the fact that they suck so much that a person with cerebral palsy with 10 kilogram weights could out swim them, they are fairly good for their age.

Right now in this race, it's a 100 meter freestyle. The pool is 25 meters long meaning that it's 2 laps; back and forth.

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(A.N) lol. So, to avoid any confusion for the non-swimming people or people who are still confused by now about what a lap is; a lap is a round trip. Going to the other side of the pool and coming back is a lap; not JUST going to the other side.

Sorry if you knew but there are probably people who were confused lol. Again, a lap is to the end and back. Got it? Cool, let's return.
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It's like watching two of the best people compete against each other: Senna v. Prost, Rosberg v. Hamilton and Celtics v. Lakers just to name a few.

Imagine that but much, much, much slower than Formula 1 cars or basketball games. These are kids who having even lived a decade, give them a break.

By the 2nd lap, both of them are dead tired but they keep on going. Their grit is immense that's for sure. Most 8-9 year olds can't even continue after one lao and these kids are crushing it!

On the return back to the starting point, both are constantly breathing on both sides, even taking little rests. The girl on lane 7 is almost crying while the boy is clutching his stomach.

Honestly, I don't think this is what coach K intended. If you are going to make a bunch of barely children swim 100 meters and expect them to finish, you'd be dead wrong. Wrong and stupid. Stupid and wrong.

Lanes 4, 5 and 8 are all so tired they are just floating in the pool and trying to get out; they quit after reaching 3/4ths of the first lap.

Lane 7 comes in first and then lane 3. Coach K's stopwatch showed us that the girl on lane 7 got a time of 1:39.56. In all honesty, that is an absolutely stunning time. For her age and for that distance, not many can do it.

The boy was no slouch either, clocking in at 1:45.32. Both are amazing times don't get me wrong and I'll probably see them in competitions in the future. But...hard work is nothing in face of talent! And I have both!

[by talent you mean me, the best system ever, Feelie?]

Feelie interrupts my feel good streak by saying I don't have talent! Again! I recall his words and get a bit agitated. You mean to say I didn't work hard? You little system! I worked hard!

Thinking about his words more however, I realize something...he is getting more and more like me! Before, he used to be more modest and polite with his insults, calling me "scoundrel" and "rascal". 

But now?

He prefers uplifting himself by pushing me down! He is me! I made him like me! Mwuahahahahaha!!! You fool, Feelie! I have found you all out and your codes are being read as we think!

'Awwwwww... would ya look at that, it seems I've rubbed off on you a little bit! Hic...hic!...I raised that boy...'

[wha- don't even tr-]

I ignore him and focus on the next match and the encouraging words of Coach K. Honestly, as a coach, his skills on pep talks and motivational speeches are top notch.

Some of the best coaches are even better at motivating their pupils than at the damn sport. Some examples of this are Rob Ryan of the Cowboys, Rex Ryan of the Jets and so on.

I know one word you could say, your honor, and that is "Guilty"!!!

Coach K goes over to the two troopers gives them a big pat on their backs. After all, they deserve it after showing their perseverance.

"Hey, Chang-min ah and Mi-sun ah, both of you were absolutely amazing out there. Great job"

""Un!""

After he pats them on their heads, he lets them take a well deserved rest and focuses on the next batch of swimmers, silently hoping they are at least 70% of the two perseverance monsters.

'Hmmmm...wait a minute. Why does Mi-sun sound familiar?...hmmmm, Olympics? FINA?.....oh wait! ASEAN! OH DAMN!

Now I realize who Mi-sun is; a bronze medalist at ASEAN. Despite her "only" getting a bronze medal, that's much, much better than most people out there. She is incredibly talented and from the news interviews, has a great personality.

She stopped swimming after she got 6th in the recent ASEAN in my previous life and settled down to marry some chaebol with a fake-ass hairline, obviously tucked in stomach and Botox inflated lips.

Like a damn kendoll! Look at me! My hair is so much thicker than his even when I was 40 and bald! I honestly felt bad for her but checking the stock market, I didn't feel too bad anymore.

A hint why: she was worth over 10 billion won just from marrying him. 

Maybe I'll try motivating her in the future to swim more or something. Hopefully she doesn't get ri- doesn't quit swimming this time around.

She was a great swimmer and many men loved watching her.

[uhuh...a "great" swimmer, right?]

'Yeah! A very se- great swimmer and an amazing athlete! Her looks are only 10/10 anyways!' 

The third batch of people are getting ready and I'm looking forward to seeing how So-young compares to the other 7-10 year olds...

"Good luck, So-young! Fighting!"

She turns her head and looks at me with scarlet cheeks and dazed eyes. She regains focus and gives a wide smile.

"Un!"

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(A.N) yo! Another chapter and I hope you enjoyed! Please do support with reviews and comments! Thanks! Peace ✌️!

Life isn’t fair and Kim Min-chul knows it...except it isn’t for the reason you are thinking.

...Min-chul is just too damn PERFECT!!!

he has a tall height of 184 cm, a fast metabolism, perfect swimmer’s body without even trying and is unknowingly a ladies man!

He makes girls fall for him without even knowing!!!

How do you even do that?!?!

Unfortunately however, he let this all get to his head. Not starting his swimming career until he was in junior high and barely making it into the international leagues. Even then, he would neglect his training regularly.

With his 184 cm height, his constant slumping caused him to lose some height, eventually reducing  to 176 cm.
Even with his fast metabolism, he ate too much and rarely exercised; giving him a potbelly at 29.
Despite his natural swimmer’s body, his shoulders got narrowed down and social skills now non-existent.

Looking back at his life in high-school and college as a 40 year old salaryman making just above-average wage, he stares over Wariss Bridge and contemplates. Contemplating whether life is worth living or not...

“Bwahahahaha!!! What the hell, author? Contemplating what, you liar! I just thought that the view was nice!”

“...y-y-you...you’re courting death; insulting me, ancestor koppa!”

That day, a strong gust of wind started the chain of unlikely events that would eventually take 
Min-chul’s life.

‘.....I died, huh?’

[beep boop zorp... I am making robot noises!]

“What the hell?!?!”

[Oh! You are host, yes? I am your system! Your swimming system!]


NOTE: This story isn’t one of those “ sport is life” novels. This is the story of redemption for a man who lost everything due to his own negligence. He isn’t a swimmer, he is a regular guy with a life who is also happens to be a swimmer. 

Don’t get me wrong though, there will be tournament arcs and swimming tournaments but I will focus on a more slice of life type story for this novel.

                                                                  ASSIGNMENTS
                                                              Three years before

At 15 years old, every boy and girl in the village receive their assignment- an assignment to marry your chosen man or woman. For most young men, it is a day of excitement; where for almost all of the young women, it is the exact opposite.
My mother was now dressing me in my special-occasions dress. It was the same pale lavender and pink color that every other 15-year-old girl in the village would be wearing today. Altogether, the dress had four different layers. The first layer was tight white undergarments, the second was a soft silky lavender dress. The third layer was a heavy pink cotton skirt with bows; there was also a pink ruffled shirt with a tight collar and poofy sleeves. The fourth and final layer was a thin purple cardigan that was meant for the cold but wouldn't even fit over the ridiculously large sleeves we wore. My hair was done up in a simple bun.
Most of the older women I knew said that this dress would be the second most uncomfortable dress we would ever wear (the most uncomfortable being the Joining dress). It was impractical, insulting, and unfair. Luckily, it wouldn't have to last for much longer; once you were Joined for at least a year, you could choose your own clothes. While almost all women found the required clothing ridiculous and stupid, none of us dared to say anything to the authorities, so we complained about it to our friends and family.
My mother led me out the door and towards the street where a hovercraft was waiting. There were 10 houses on my block and 5 other 15-year-olds. The only two I really knew were Daniel Tates and Diana Preston. Things were awkward between me and Daniel because his sister had been assigned to my older brother, John. Daniel and John were both 19, which meant that next year, at this time of year, they would participate in the Joining. The Joining was when the pairs who had been assigned to each other would be wedded. They would, then, be together for life. Never to be separated. 
I knew Diana Preston from school; we were often paired as partners for projects.

.  .  .

The seats in the hovercraft were reasonably comfortable, but the dress made them significantly hard to sit in. I was glad when the ride finally ended. We all got out and joined up with the 50 or so other 15-year-olds in the community.
I was standing there in a daze when my best friend, Rosie Simmons, said, smiling, "You excited?" in a sarcastic and dull voice. We had all dreaded this day for the past 9 years.
"No," I said without even trying for a smile.
"Yeah, me neither…" Rosie replied, her smile instantly disappearing.
Finally, we were taken into the large hall where 3 rows of bleachers had been set up. The crowd parted as the boys went to the right, the girls to the left; we all sat. Us girls were a mass of purple and pink, and the boys were all in simple dark blue suits; they seemed comfortable enough. As I was saying… unfair.
Soon after, a man in a white suit walked up onto the stage. He had a gorgeous woman at his arm. The man's hair was as white as his suit and his eyes were gentle blue. The woman was wearing a fancy, pale-green dress that was similar to the one I was wearing. Her hair was light brown and also in a bun.
"Welcome to all the young men and women here today," the man began. "As you know, you are here today to learn and celebrate your assignments."
We clapped. The man continued to give a speech about the glory and honor of your assignments.
"The first assignment is of Michael Abby." Michael walked to the stage. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He had never been very smart or very interesting, but he was always caring and considerate to me. "Jessica Olson."
Jessica walked to the stage. I believe they had matched them well. She was also not particularly smart or interesting but was also kind. They both seemed to be pleased.
Most times it is not the assignments that disappoint us, but the idea of being secured to a certain boy for the rest of our lives; after the Joining, we wouldn't be doing much else than serving them.
"Next, the assignment of Theodore Attler." He had blond hair and startling blue eyes. He might've been a teensy bit handsome but he wasn't too smart or kind to the girls. Among the boys, however, he was quite popular. "Rosalind Simmons."
To my left, my best friend let out a small groan. On the stage, Theodore- better known as Teddy, was grinning. Rosie slowly and reluctantly made her way to the stage.
She stood next to Teddy, her posture growing worse by the second; her face becoming more and more disappointed. Rosie looked at me, and I gave her a look that said I share your pain. I'm so sorry. I really was; this was one of the worst matches they'd ever made.
When she came down from the stage and slouched into her seat, I whispered, "Maybe you can be reassigned?���
"Not likely," she grumbled back. She was probably right; there have only been about 7 re-assignments in the last 30 years.
"Next, the assignment of Finn Brekle." Finn was handsome and nice. Not too smart, but not stupid either. He was the most well-known and popular boy amongst not only the 15-year-olds but also the 14-year-olds and the 16-year-olds. Half the girls next to me nearly fainted as he walked to the stage. I just rolled my eyes. I didn't care who I was assigned to, I really didn't. I just wanted to get this stupid ceremony over with.
"Juno Miller."
I blinked. My name rang in my ears. I looked at Rosie, who nodded, then back at the man on the stage and Finn. Slowly, I stood and walked down the aisle to the stage. I felt everyone's eyes on me. I slowly climbed the stairs, holding my heavy skirts up to keep from tripping. At the top, I turned to stare at Finn, who smiled beautifully at me. He seemed pleased, which amazed me. I didn't think I was pretty, and most of the boys had never seemed to notice me. Why would Finn be assigned to me out of all people? My red hair was too short (long story: I got angry one day, grabbed a kitchen knife, and sliced my hair off; I got in very big trouble), and my eyes were too dark and far too big. I was certainly not pretty, yet Finn was very satisfied.
Then, he took my arm and led me down the stairs until I reached my seat.
I didn't think about much for the rest of the ceremony. When it ended, it was common for the newly assigned pair to meet up and get to know each other better. As soon as I stood to walk over to Finn, Rosie leaped up and turned me to face her.
"I don't want to talk to Theodore!" she whined.
I glanced over at Teddy, who was talking to Finn (they were good friends).
"C'mon, I'm going to talk to Finn. I promise you won't have to say anything to Teddy." When we reached the two boys, Rosie and I curtsied. Finn bowed; Teddy did not.
"Juno!" Finn said, taking my arm.
"Finn." I nodded.
"Will you come with me for a minute?"
I glanced over at Rosie. She gave me a look that clearly read, If you leave me alone with him, I swear I will kill you!
I shook my head and replied with a look that said, There's not much I can do right now… I'll be back as soon as I can.
She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. I followed Finn into the courtyard, but not before stealing one last glance at Rosie and Teddy. I caught a glimpse of Rosie's grimace before turning to face Teddy.
He was smiling a dazzling, white-toothed smile. His green eyes crinkled perfectly when he smiled. I guess he was handsome enough. Finn stopped rather abruptly and I nearly walked into him. He turned around and grinned at me; he was obviously waiting for me to speak.
"So…" I said.
"So."
"Are you pleased with your assignment?" I asked, not quite sure what answer I would get.
"Yes," he said, plainly. His expression sure said the same. "Are you?"
I hesitated, then said, "Well, I'm certainly surprised. Do you think the matches were made well this year?" I could tell he was slightly disappointed with my answer, but it was as close to the truth as I could get without hurting him.
"Some were, some weren't. As usual."
"True. I honestly don't think Teddy and Rosie are a good assignment. That's just a disaster waiting to happen."
Finn thought for a moment. "No, I agree, but I'm not sure who else they would be matched with."
"That is just one of the many faults with the assignment process," I said, not yet realizing the severeness of the sentence.
Finn's smile vanished; he laughed uncomfortably. "Juno, that's a pretty serious thing to say, especially for someone in your position."
I raised my eyebrows at Finn. "I mean, it is true, right? It's not like anyone's listening." I couldn't have been more wrong.
Finn glanced from side to side like he was looking for someone. "I don't know what you mean…" he said slowly.
I shook my head and went to go rescue Rosie.

In a world where everything is chosen for you, can Juno Miller defy the rules and survive?

Right now in our current favorite household there are three 4 year olds naked 2 female 1 male as hes fucking one of them and eating out the other. Right now Jessica is currently riding his dick as best as she can knly take 10 in in before she loses her functions to move but you can see the clear imprint of his dick inisde of her stomach, while Zaya was on his face with his tongue inisde her bringing her to climax.

Life has been like this for these past months as jason kept them in there 4 year old form not letting them leaving that form unless he left the house but he had finnaly decided ehat he wanted to do with his life its basic for everyone who has a system world domination. easy step plan

Step 1: Start growing my harem more and more till it seeps into the people who have power.

Step 2: hope the system has some broken bullshit skill that'll make it to were when he has kids that they'll only be female and a skill that'll help kill all males on earth.

Step 3: final step turn every female on the planet into a loli that he can fuck and whenever someone reaches the age of 4 keep them that age to fuck and use.

It's not the most genius plan but he knows with how much bullshit a system can do its possible but as he takes his dick out of his mother he suddenly says to her "mom i need you to get everyone in the neighborhood here for a party so I can put a plan into action"

Jessica immediately accepted though she didn't know what was gonna happen she wouldn't go against any of his words. Just as she hasn't questioned how he makes her 4 cause why would she question her God.

But there's something you should know about Jason's neighborhood which makes him feel like the god of luck is shining on him its the fact that all the people in the neighborhood are single moms with kids and whats even luckier all there kids are girls who are between the age of 3 - 9.

Jason didn't question it he was actually excited about it he could finnaly grow his harem even bigger and push forward with major big plans.

System: Quest given
Subjugate neighborhood
rewards- gain skills only female and poison male
time limit- 96 hours

Jason: " Th-this system is amazing!!! I knew my system would do some bullshit I needed and this helps so much just from the names of the skills I can already tell its exactly what i wanted."

Weather it was dumb luck or *cough* plot armor *cough* but whateever it is its helping him on his way to his goal.
____________________
1 hour later
____________________ 

Right now there was over 23 other people inisde of jasons house 10 moms and 13 different kids walking and talking about clueless as too know there fate as jason walks into the room where everyone is naked woth his dick hard and swinging about he let his pheremones go throughout the room immediately taking affect as many start squirming while som start breathing hard and rubbing there thighs as he gets to the middle of the room he ended up grabbing everyone's attention there all stuck in stupor seeing his gigantic dick out for display.

He then walks over to one of the kids thats the same age as him as he pushes her on the ground and actually starts raping her in front of everyone. No one does nothing not even her mother as she screams out for help from cumming after losing her virginity but that didn't stop jason as he kept fucking her they all thought they should help her but they didn't move matter affact they started getting wet and hot all the other kids giving into the lust as they start rubbing and fingering themselves to ehats happening to the girl wanting the same for strange reasons.
________________________
5 hours later
_______________________

Right now jason is currently standing as he's holding a 4 year old looking girl with blond who once was a 40 year old mom with a dick going through her pussy and out her mouth with her eyes rolled into the back of her skull and her arms dangling not moving around jason is 25 other 4 year olds which included his mom and sistser all covered in cum. Some where twitching, some passed out, some of them who are still cumming, and others that incoherently praising jason as a God. As jason shoots his shot that covers all the women in the room again he finnaly slips out of the nameless blond and lays her down while looking at all the cum covered bodys around him.

And to think this isn't even near the end of stage one of his plan.

Come read as our 5 year old protagonist R@pes and f$$ks girls who are lolis into slaves while the fbi dont know what to do against him.

Empires rise and fall on the Yulan Continent. Saints, immortal beings of unimaginable power, battle using spells and swords, leaving swathes of destruction in their wake. Magical beasts rule the mountains, where the brave – or the foolish – go to test their strength. Even the mighty can fall, feasted on by those stronger. The strong live like royalty; the weak strive to survive another day.

This is the world which Linley is born into. Raised in the small town of Wushan, Linley is a scion of the Baruch clan, the clan of the once-legendary Dragonblood Warriors. Their fame once shook the world, but the clan is now so decrepit that even the heirlooms of the clan have been sold off. Tasked with reclaiming the lost glory of his clan, Linley will go through countless trials and tribulations, making powerful friends but also deadly enemies.

Come witness a new legend in the making. The legend of Linley Baruch. 

"Welcome to another year at Aclein Academy of Arcana. To those who are here for the first time, let me introduce myself.
I'm Barton Everglade, a rank-7 Arcana master and currently working as the Principal of this academy.
Now, for the next few years, you are going to spend your time with us. So, let me first remind you of a few points before we move on to the main topic.
All the grades have the same regime. Every grade is divided into five divisions. S: Elite division; A: Soul-beast division; B: Soul-weapon division; C: Soul-plant division, and E: dropouts.
As you can all imagine, Class S will always be provided with the best resources, best training program, etc… 
On the other hand, Class E can drop out of the program at any time and will be more focused on normal education. One would be given a fair amount of chances to prove themselves in a year.
If you can't grasp it, then, it's on you…"
Upon hearing the very first point, Azzy was taken aback and thought, 'this orientation is a little bit different from what I heard it to be… Is it because it was changed 27 years later?'
Barton continued, "The classes were usually decided based on the rankings of the Annual competition. But for those new seedlings as well as the transfer students, your classes will be assigned based on your scores on the starting day.
That means, after this ends, all of you should gather at the training grounds-5, where the teachers will test your capabilities. So, don't forget it."
Gideon Crescent glanced at Azzy, who was listening to Barton's lecture with a straight face as if he already knew it. 
"Now, the next point. More than strength, our academy values discipline. No matter how talented you are, or how big of a background you have, you will be equally punished once you were caught breaking the rules.
If you are bullied or have grudges, you can lodge an official complaint at the student council or with the homeroom teacher.
If you can't forget the grudges, you can initiate official combat at the Arena. The challenger will be notified but with a condition that he/she must equal or greater rank than yours.
Monthly and Annual competitions aren't only for moving up classes, they also have rewards namely in credits, rare cards, etc…
There are also national tournaments, international tournaments, and the World League.
They were also your chances to prove yourselves and move up the division along with extra rewards.
Last year, our top student, Rigel reached 31st rank in the world tournament and 6 students got into the top 500.
So, for this year, let's aim even higher…"
Everyone clapped for a few seconds before the old man continued.
"Today, I'll be giving my insights about a very basic thing that most of the people ignore and chase after improving their strength. It's the connection between the spirit of Arcana and soul."
Everyone went silent and listened to him in silence. Azzy also got interested to know about the spirit world.
"Now, everyone must have known Arcana spirits come from the spirit world, a realm of immortality. But, what everyone ignores is that once this human body fails to function, our soul leaves the body and guess, where it ends up at…"
Azzy's heart skipped a beat for a second.
Barton nodded, looking at the expressions of students, "yes, they will end up at spirit world. Neither at netherworld of Hell nor the Celestial world of Heaven."
Suddenly, a hand rose in the air.
"Yes?" Barton pointed towards its direction.
Azzy thought he was pointing to him. Just as he was about to respond, he saw the boy sitting beside him, stood up and asked, "Sir, if our souls also end up at spirit world, then, does that mean, there's a chance, instead of reincarnating, they are reborn as Arcana spirits?"
"What's your name?" Barton responded to him with a question.
"It's Gideon, Sir." He replied.
"Good question, Gideon." Barton nodded and explained, "You see… the answer isn't as simple as you imagine. I bet most of you must have known about the formation of Soul card, right?"
Aside from the six-year, seven-year, and eight-year-olds, everyone nodded in response.
"Just like how two Arcana spirits fight over the soul card, when one's lifespan is over, the soul of our body will be released something like an invisible ball of light as it entered the spirit world.
The Arcana spirit and your own soul that departs as one will try to devour each other. Both of them will only act nothing but pure instincts.
It's like a tug of war.
Now, who wins the end depends on your rank by the time you are departed.
The higher your rank, the easier for your soul to absorb its power, and when the soul is reincarnated, the Arcana spirit also reincarnates within him/her again.
The lower your rank, the easier for you to get devoured…
Of course, the more powerful your Arcana spirit, the easier is to get devoured too…"
Barton then suddenly stopped and looked at everyone's expressions. This is the stuff you normally only get to read, only in higher studies.
Even to those who lived for more than 500 years, it's pretty scary to hear that your soul might be devoured by your own Arcana even if you are the besties in your life.
One can expect their reactions.
Barton's words incited four types of reactions on these students.
First is a confident look that they can come out on top at the end. Second is a fearful look, losing out their confidence, especially the little kids who have just begun their journey.
The third is a confused look, who didn't understand a single of what he's saying. It's mostly six and seven-year-olds.
The fourth is a calm and composed look. No, it's more like a blank look as if I don't care… Only one such person has that kind of look, who was sitting in a corner.
Barton, as a rank-7, of course, he didn't miss this.
Azzy felt a gaze on him. But, his actions didn't change nonetheless as he was busy figuring out the mystery behind his Arcana.
'So, if it goes as he says… that means, a hundred percent chance that Vajra might have devoured his host. Then, what about Chronos? I mean, even if the founder is a rank-10, it's not possible to devour a god. But if he did it, then, I might be the reincarnation of the founder…
It sounds ridiculous no matter how I think l about it…' 
Azzy felt worried that he might be wrong and get devoured in the future but his face was still emotionless.
Barton stared at him for a couple of seconds, not able to understand what this student is thinking.
Then, he continued, "Either way, they will become stronger. If the soul wins, he will be reincarnated with Arcana spirit and if the latter wins, then, it will become much stronger and the new host will have more potential to reach a higher rank."
A grade-5 student suddenly raises her hands. "Sir, what about normal people?"
"Well, it's easy, isn't it? Normal people don't have anything that tries to devour their souls. So, they happily reincarnate without any issue."
Then, a boy from grade-10 raised his hand.
"Sir, earlier, you mentioned that the souls as well as the spirits stay in the spirit world together. Is it possible after devouring Arcana spirit, a human soul can acquire their powers and reincarnate with those powers, instead of splitting?"
Everyone turned their eyes toward him, wondering whether he's crazy…

#Gold Tier Winner of WFP26;
Setting in the fictional world of Gaia, where special individuals can awaken certain powers within their soul. They are called Arcana Masters.
Some awaken beasts, some awaken weapons, while some awaken the power of plants.
Some people train to become stronger so that they have the power to protect loved ones, some wish to use it for revenge, some wish to live longer, while some want to be free and use their power however they wish.
Yet, there exists a clan, where the descendants only exist to grant death to others so that life and death remain balanced.
Follow the journey of Azrael Garcia, the heir of the cursed clan of Death, as he forms friendships, facing betrayals, meeting love, and cutting down the enemies in the process.
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Author's other notable works:  The Last Slytherin, The Sharingan Hyuga 
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Quick authors note- this chapter is going to be a time jump I figured no one needed to have 10 chapters of Scarlett growing up from a baby to a toddler. 

It's now been 3 years since I was born and my mother was now pregnant again. My parents were so excited to give me a younger sibling, in this world having one child was hard enough but two or more was somewhat rare. 

On top of that I spent every day training to become stronger mentally and physically. When my parents would go off to work and they'd leave me in a pre school like room with the other children. i would try and lift anything heavy, over and over again to try and get some muscle mass. Oliver would join me, he had the same idea I did. 

We would race each other multiple times a day to improve. I made it a point to read everything I could get my chubby hands on. Of course the women that watched us noticed our little workouts and my attempt to read and speak. 

She felt we should both be tested to see if we were anything "special". Knight Cathy Adams agreed and so did my parents. So Oliver and I were taken to the science labs to talk to the Frantz's. I went with Mr. Frantz and Oliver went with Mrs.Frantz.

"Okay young lady can you say the alphabet?" Mr Frantz asked me quizzically. I giggled at him of course I could. " And X, Y, Z" I finished proudly smiling at him. "Hmm very good" smiled Mr.Frantz "How far can you count to?" Oh boy should I count to 100? No that might scare him, how about to 20 that seems reasonable. "19,20!" I laughed as I finished. Mr Frantz smiled at me, we then went over colors and he had me stack blocks. He had me run and jump and lift things, and then read and write.

I did my best to act like my handwriting was that of an early school aged child so he wouldn't get suspicious. "Well Scarlett it looks like you are a very bright kiddo." I grinned at Mr.Frantz "And it seems like your little friend Oliver is too." 

I turned my head at the door as he said that, my
Parents, Mrs.Frantz, Cathy, and Oliver came into the room. The adults talked about our results for the tests, apparently we were above the average intelligence for three year olds.

Our parents agreed we should be put in with the older school aged children. About aged 5-7, Oliver and I were thrilled. If we kept up the image of being little geniuses we could be finished studying with the 5-7 year olds within 5 months. Then if we were lucky we would get special tutoring from some of the scientists preferably the Frantz's. 

Our parents had a little celebration later that evening Oliver and I even got to have some Sweet Rolls and Nuka Cola! Special occasion call for treats we don't get very often. 

While we were celebrating my mother suddenly got a strange look on her face as she shuffled to the bathroom. My father a big gruff man about 6'5 and 220 pounds suddenly turned to mush when he saw my mother's expression. Oliver's mother Cathy tried to distract me from seeing what was happening.

We heard my mother groan from the bathroom "Lynnell what's the matter? Is it time?" My fathers worried voice carried into the kitchen/living room where our group of friends were. "Matthew take me to the infirmary, your about to become a father again."

Ling Jun would have had no way to see this interaction if not for his spatial sense, causing him to once again realise how useful this ability was. It had allowed him to infer various details regarding the situation at hand.

First, Scar face must have a scary backer or some sort of leverage over Wen Hui. In normal cases, Wen Hui would have no need to subtly warn his daughter about anything, a mere outer disciple would not dare to offend the city lord. Of course, Wen Hui's glance could simply have been concern from a father regarding his daughter, yet the suspicious glance Scar face had sent over seemed to disagree.

Second, Scar face had some sort of scheme underway, which was targeting Meng Li. His eyes had roamed the disciple with purpose, looking for something, and had only been satisfied upon seeing Meng Li.

Thirdly, whatever the scheme was, the two other disciples were likely not in on it. While it did not seem intentional, Scar face was positioned in such a way that his face was unable to be seen by them at all. Also, if he was targeting Meng Li for something and they were all in on it, no one here would dare to stop them if he announced his intention openly. Even Wen Hui would step aside as long as it did not concern his daughter.

After all, no one knew when one of them could be promoted to the inner sect.

Also, more obviously this time, the city lord was aware of Scar face's plan, and possibly the clan heads too. The Meng clan's head, Meng Jian, had his fists clenched tightly as he stared at Meng Li, though his face remained calm. The Tang clan head, Tang Zhelan, had a slightly complacent smile on his face, though his eyes showed a trace of grief. Only the Ling clan head, Ling Yijun, looked truly calm.

Ling Jun could decided to wait and see. His theories so far were just that...theories. He still needed some more information to confirm them. And even if he knew the plan, if the clan leaders and city lord were forced to watch it go through, then it was even less likely that he would be able to stop it.

Still, if Scar face planned to harm Meng Li in any way, Ling Jun would definitely try his best to stop him, though he had no idea how he could fight peak second stage cultivator.
...
Three days earlier. City lord's manor.
In a private chamber sat Wen Hui and Yuan Huan, the man who Ling Jun dubbed as Scar face.

Yuan Huan casually reached out reached out to reach for a fruit on the table before putting his feet up on the expensive wood table. Wen Hui's eyebrows furrowed in displeasure.

Yuan Huan had been acting politely before with his fellow disciples, but now that he was on his own he had suddenly become arrogant. It was he himself who had called for the city lord adding to the city lord's displeasure.

Normally, he would have instantly used his Qi to push Yuan Huan's legs off the table, before scolding him, yet he could tell that something was wrong.

Instead, he only said "Manners, young man. It is never a good idea to act impudently in the presence of a person who could kill you with a finger." He knew how to act cautious and humble, yet one could not remain docile in the face of disrespect.

Yuan Huan laughed for a while, keeping his legs on the table while looking Wen Hui right in the eyes. Wen Hui noted the lack of fear in his eyes warily.

"...What, or who is it you are relying on? And what do you want?" Wen Hui decided to get straight to the point.

"Haha, you sure are smart huh? Look closely at this!" He reached into his robe and pulled out a red badge which had the words Shi Kun engraved on them. Wen Hui's eyes widened in surprise. a red colour badge was the symbol of an inner disciple. An inner disciples status was equivalent to a city lord. However, inner disciples could work hard to become core disciples who would far outreach city lord in status.

However, it would be much harder for for Wen Hui to raise his status. In fact, it would be easier to be demoted. Wen Hui could absolutely not afford to offend an inner disciple. But that was not the only thing.

"...The Shi clan of Cloud city?"

"Of direct descent!" Yuan Huan smirked he bit into the fruit provided. "This tastes like shit by the way." He said as he spat the fruit on to the floor.

Wen Hui ignored the obvious provocation as he stroked his chin waiting for Yuan Huan to continue speaking. The Shi clan was one of the Eight great clans of the kingdom, so Shi Kun's status outstripped his in all ways.

"I want your daughter!" he laughed contentedly. "For Shi Kun, I might add, The beauty of the Wen Shi has been told of far and wide. So hand he-" he had been smiling complacently, convinced that Wen Hui would not dare to refuse.

However, in the next moment, the room was plunged into a piercing cold, and Yuan Huan could sense a frightening killing intent emanating out of Wen Hui. What made it scarier was that he was unable to see Wen Hui's expression change even the slightest.

"Mind repeating yourself?" Wen Hui's icy voice sounded out.

Yuan Huan gulped. "A joke haha...It was just a joke." He quickly took back his statement before it killed him, at the same time taking his feet off the table.

"Mhmm. Don't forget, my daughter also has earthly first rank talent, same as Shi Kun I might add. The sect does not discriminate between the kingdoms status. My daughter is completely off limits."

Yuan Huan nodded quickly whilst trying to regain the initiative. Inside he was quite shocked at Wen Shi's talent. He consoled himself with the thought that Wen Hui would not go too far before his daughter had grown up.

"I want Meng Li. Shi Kun asked to bring him a beautiful plaything so I will do so. She only has sixth grade talent, so there shouldn't be any problem no?" Yuan Huan asked whilst trying to sound like he was in control.

"Hmm, you are aware of her name and her talent. It seems your information network is quite thorough." Wen Hui smirked.

Yuan Huan quickly realised he had slipped up in his nervousness. "I always do my research beforehand." He came up with a lame excuse. He would never tell the truth, nor would he reveal that Shi Kun had actually asked for Wen Shi, not knowing of her talent.

Wen Hui weighed the pros and cons. Honestly he couldn't care less if it didn't affect him. However, it would be a hassle to convince Meng Jian to sacrifice his daughter. he could lie and tell him it would be a marriage, yet Meng Jian was no fool and would instantly see through the clues.

He decided he would not tell him at all, instead opting to let him think she had died in the sect recruitment. But of course, things never go to plan. The very next day, Meng Jian had stormed up to him in anger, demanding an explanation for giving away his daughter to be used as a plaything.

Yuan Huan, angry at being on the losing side of the exchange with Wen Hui, had decided to retaliate by letting Meng Jian know of the plan, and that Wen Hui had given his permission. Meng Jian was unable to argue at all against Yuan Huan after he revealed his backing and had therefore gone to make trouble for Wen Hui.

Of course, Meng Jian knew his effort was futile, and that Wen Hui was just as helpless as he was against the name 'Shi'. But he felt like he had to do something, even if just to appease his guilt at abandoning his daughter for the second time.

He still had nightmares about the first time. He remembered the despair on the face of both mother and daughter as he watched on without helping. How his daughter had begged him to save her mother, yet he had refused. It was the reason she had run away from home after.

He shook his head to get rid of the depressing thoughts. Yet he could not help the bubbling feeling of self hate within him. He hated himself for his lack of courage. As the Meng clan leader, he was looked up to by the whole clan, yet only he and his daughter knew what a cowardly and weak human being he was.

He continued to hurl insults at Wen Hui to mask his own guilt, before leaving. Both Ling and Tang clan leaders were aware of the incidents that had taken place. Ling Yijun was simply relieved that nothing would happen to his own family.

Wen Hui then told his daughter to act haughty, to scare Yuan Huan off in case he had any thoughts. If she acted too humble and submissive, Yuan Huan may begin to see her as an easy target.
...
"You may rise." The somewhat pretty female disciple spoke. She introduced herself as Shao Yuhui whilst the man introduced himself as Xing Feng. Shao Yuhui had brown hair and large brown eyes, which curves in the right places. Xing Feng, seemed like a brutish man, with all brawn and no brains. He had scraggly sideburns and unkempt hair which gave him a wild look.

Both held obvious apprehension towards the third, who introduced himself as Yuan Huan. His scar reached across his pale cheeks and his black hair made him seem somewhat handsome and charming. He took the lead in speaking.

"The rules are as follows. You will spend a week in the forest. According to your age, you will have to bring back a certain number and level of cores to meet the requirements.

"For fifteen year olds, 100 late fourth stage beasts, or 10 peak fourth stage beasts. For sixteen year olds, 100 late sixth stage beasts, or 10 peak sixth stage beasts. For seventeen year olds, 100 late eight stage beasts, or 10 peak eight stage beasts. And eighteen year olds, 100 late ninth stage beats, or 10 peak Qi realm beasts."

All the disciples gasped. Even if they teamed up, they might not get enough to even send one person to the sect! Only those with at least fifth grade talent seemed to have a chance. The disciples could not help but lose hope, and some almost decided to leave. Yet the allure of the sect was too much.

"We don't care how the cores are obtained, as long as you don't bring them in beforehand."

At this, some disciples regained hope whilst shiftily looking around.

"No one will be able to interfere from outside. However, I will be entering forest and will look out for who I can, though I can't save everyone."

For the first time, Yuan Huan was happy about Wen Shi's talent. It gave him the perfect excuse for what was to come next.

"Brother Huan... that is not appropriate. We will judge from outside like normal." Shao Yuhui said hesitantly with some fear.

Yuan Huan leaned down and whispered into her ear "There is a earthly first ranked talent with wind affinity amongst these people, if she dies will you take responsibility?"

"What!" exclaimed Shao Yuhui in surprise. She was truly shocked.

As Yuan Huan stared at her shocked face, he vaguely felt something was not right, yet even after careful study he could see that it was genuine shock on her face. Yet he still felt something was wrong. However, he decided to squash those unfounded feelings down and focus.

Jashun was a troubled youth. Plagued by misfortune since the age of eight, he finally snapped at thirteen, resulting in him committing murder followed by suicide.

Yet he woke up in a strange and unfamiliar world, with a strange and unfamiliar name. A world where humans just like him were able to break through mountains and drain rivers.

A life of calm is what he hoped for, yet he is plagued by mysteries. 

Six golden threads linking him to six quirky people.

A mysterious history involving a rebellion against heaven.

Seven people who stopped that rebellion

And with him, the return of seven unknown, yet extraordinary truths, people within whom lies the hope of the final battle.

At first thinking this as a world of cultivation, he soon realised there is more to it than he thought. 

Elves, Vampires and other mythical creatures can be found in different continents.

Jashun, now Ling Jun, decides to figure out the mysteries of this world, and what part earth plays in this whole situation.

Haunted by his previous life, Ling Jun decides to climb the martial world in order to hold his destiny in his own hands, and escape the ever present shackles of fate.

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