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The army of 9 year olds are welcoming you.

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?

Principal Kale elegantly motions towards the door and gently puts a hand behind my back as he leads me out.
He closes the door behind him, then begins walking past the reception, and without looking back he commands "will you please follow me Mr Jared?"
I almost wanted to say *do I have a choice?* but held it back because I don't think he's the kind of person to appreciate my humor, and making a bad impression now might not be the best idea. -
-Yes, being quiet has always been a good decision for me in the past, it's hard to talk yourself into trouble if you don't open your mouth.
Exiting the room we travel towards the left side of the divider, and past the receptionist, we soon turn the corner.
The inside is much as you'd expect for a school on earth, long straight hallways, with some cold metal lockers lining the sides, although much shorter than you'd expect for a supposed "Highschool"
In between the breaks of these lockers are solid pale yellow walls and spaced apart are doors made of hardwood, although none of the doors quite as nice as the one for the principal's office.
The echoing of our shoes on the hard and cold laminate gives off a lonely feeling, at least to me, and it fills me with some trepidation, as bad memories of my own time in school on earth starts to surface, but I quickly suppress them.
A short time later, we are further into the building, and I soon see more of the layout, there are only eight hallways, and the hallways are either vertical or horizontal, and they cross each other neatly like the lines on a checkerboard.
The principal takes me down the hall and after hesitating briefly, goes into one of the rooms, I follow just behind and almost bump into him when he stops after taking only two steps into the now opened room.
I spy from behind the principal a young female teacher standing at the back in front of a large chalkboard, and ten students sitting on simple standardized desks, all around nine or maybe t en years old.
It makes me wonder again why they call it a high school at all when they are only as old as elementary schoolers... perhaps there's a loss in translation somewhere... Oh well, I'll find out why eventually.
I can't make out all the decorations from the principal's back but the room seems rather bare for a classroom for nine-ten year olds.
The left side of the classroom has only a quarter wall, and above it is two large glass windows separated by a divider, the sun is shining through, but with the blinds it's not too bright. I see two medium-sized potted plants on either side of the windows and not much else.
The principal greets the class warmly, and the students greet back in unison.
Principal Kale looks around for a moment, and from a spot that I can't see from where I'm standing, he gestures towards someone, and I hear him ask that person to assist him in his usual authoritative tone.
After a moment, a well-dressed youth around five feet in height, and seeming to be around fifteen years old exits the room and begins following the principal down the hall, but his serious expression paired with his freckles seem a bit unusual and out of place for his young age.
If the name the principal called was true, then his name should be "Koi"
Tsk, the principal is a bit rude, he doesn't even bother to ask the kid to follow after he left the door, he just starts walking and expects it as a matter of course... he's a bit cool though... for an old dude.
I snap out of my thoughts as they begin walking further away, and I jog to catch up. We walk for about half a minute until we arrive at the far west wing with a denser row of doors with smaller rooms, most likely for one on one tutoring.
The principal opens one of the doors and looks inside briefly before walking in and switching the lights on.
The room is much like the classroom I saw earlier but smaller scale and without a single window.
I see two desks facing each other, one large and one small, most likely for a teacher to assist a single student closely, as well as a few all-purpose chairs stacked up on the back wall next to the chalkboard.
The principal chats with the youth for a few minutes to get him up to speed with my situation. After they are finished, the principal exits the room closing the door behind him. The youth then casually turns to me.
In a mature voice that I didn't quite expect, he calmly and unhurriedly speaks "Mr Jared, I am a tutor here, you may call me Mr Koi, I understand here that you have amnesia, and I am have been asked by Principal Kale to assess the knowledge you know, so that I may know how to better teach you, so I hope you will cooperate with me."
For around two hours, he systematically goes through different subjects, such as pokemon, math, history, science, and writing, including grammar.
My ability in math, writing, and basic science seemed up to par with a high school graduate, but he soon found my knowledge in history was nonexistent.
On the subject of Pokemon he seemed surprised to see that I could name them all, and yet I couldn't tell him their eating habits, or where they are found. I couldn't even accurately explain their behaviors or even how large or small they were.
Now onto the most shocking piece of news yet! when he had asked me how many days are in a year, I said 365, and he replied 1095.
If it's three times longer than an earth year doesn't this mean they live as long as bloody high elves!?
It is all starting to make a bit more sense now at least, now I know why the children in a high school are only 9 years old, they only spend a single year there!
I also learned that kids start school at seven, and graduate at ten. Perhaps this is why they have a system where trainers act in the same capacity as police officers... well that's a relief, I feel a little better that the ten-year-olds are not ACTUAL ten year olds.
WAIT! DOESN'T THIS MEAN MY REAL AGE IS NOT EVEN TEN ON THIS PLANET DESPITE MY OLDER APPEARANCE?
Oh god... please don't tell me I'm going to keep aging normally because I came from earth... because it will be rather depressing to see everyone around me stay young while I age three times quicker.
Perhaps this is why Ash Ketchum from the anime always seemed to stay the same age... I always thought it was for marketing purposes though...
After two hours Koi seemed satisfied and asked me to meet him for another session tomorrow.
I gotta sigh with relief to that because while being taught by a fifteen year old with an earth age of forty-five is awkward, it would be even more awkward to be in the same classroom as those... thirty year old ten year olds... hahahaha
I exit the room, but my tutor remains behind, I look for another exit and see some fire doors, but I decide not to try my luck, it would be terrible if the alarm went off on my first day.
I soon find my way back to reception, and I wave at the morbidly obese receptionist, while saying a small prayer for her chair on my way out. God, if I somehow reincarnate as a chair, don't let me be that one, because I have a feeling the lifespan of her seats is not long.
I leave the air-conditioned building back into the hot Alola sun once more, with my backpack heavier than before.
It was nice of him to let me borrow some books, if I'm ever going to become the best pokemon trainer and change this world, I can't do it from a place of ignorance. Yey for knowledge!
As I walk past the deadpanned security guard, I can't help but smile at the pidgey, and it gives me a friendly squawk as I walk past with a "PII*" "GGGI"
I consider going home, but quickly shake my head, as fun as studying right this instant would be, I really want to see that Mr Mime waiter I saw the first day I arrived here.
My memory is a bit hazy so I don't remember the route I took when I was brought to the police station, so naturally I opened up the GPS and scanned the names of the cafes in the hopes it might make me remember.
I'm glad I did because I found one with the name " Mr.Mime Cafe" I suppress a chuckle then think to myself, well this makes it easy!

What happens when a broken man finds his purpose, even when that purpose is not rooted within sanity?(57 Chapters Currently!)

This novel is a slow burn, but you might find that things are not as they appear. If you stick with it you may see something you did not expect.

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.
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1 hour later
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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.
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5 hours later
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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.

The class filed out of the building heading to the Cave Diver fields. These fields were a good deal more well maintained than the one in the park. There were eight fields in total and they gradually got bigger and more complicated. The simple list of the mazes were intended for the youngest class of six and seven-year-olds. And the most complicated was created for the 13 and 14-year-olds. These Cave Diver fields had everything clearly marked out, from the team bases which were placed on opposite sides of the maze to the start location for the dancers and the ring of start locations that the dreamers could choose. It was decidedly a much more professional court for the game than the park was. When the children played on the official fields they were each designated a pair of gloves. These gloves were astonishing because they would somehow turned black if the child was tagged. They were incredible pieces of equipment because if there was an instance where two children thought they tag the other person first the the gloves would be the indisputable ruling. If you were tagged first your glove would always turn black.

The kids lined up in front of their year's maze waiting for their instructor. There were six different classes of kids per year. There were different numbers of students enrolled for each of the years but regardless of the number of students in that year there were six classes with a balanced number of students in that class. This meant that there might be 40 students lined up in front of the maze for the youngest year, and 15 students lined up in front of the maze for the oldest year. This number was maintained for each of the different classes throughout the day. Trillian and Samantha's class currently had 29 students in line. 

A rather skinny man came out of the shed off to the side of the court's. He was a little taller than average and had a very pale skin with loose fitting white clothing on. He was carrying a tub of something towards the students that had lined up. Despite his rather scrawny appearance all the children seem to look at him with pure reverence. This fact was explained when you looked at the top of his head and saw a gemstone helm there. Very few of their teachers had the helm. 

"Mr. Cole what are you carrying?" One of the older students yelled.

Mr. Cole did not yell but somehow his voice seemed to carry to everybody's ears "As you all know the cave divers tournament is going to be held next month. You're going to need to start practicing with the team that you're going to be competing with. This boxes full of the outfits each of your teams will be wearing. Now you're going to have to pick your five-man team and come to me. I will assign your color and give you your designated team outfit."

This statement caused a huge commotion, especially with the children within the youngest year who did not see it coming. A lot of the older years had anticipated this and had long ago started trying to create the best team they could. 

Samantha and Trillian had noticed a lot of quiet communication between their other classmates over the last month or so. They however had not been approached themselves, for the very obvious reason of them always giving a very lackadaisical performance in the cave diver games they were part of. 

Teams were formed around them rather quickly and they found themselves with only the dregs of the class still available as team members. Yolanda and Frederick became the team members. 

Yolanda might be top of the class when it came to gemstone theory but her physical capabilities left much to be desired. Her reaction speed was abysmal so she would almost always be tagged first. Frederick on the other hand had an issue with one of his feet. He would always have to limp if you wanted to go anywhere faster than a walk.

Samantha and Trillian were not upset in the slightest with their team members. There was no risk at all that they would be winning the tournament even if they put a little bit of effort into the game. 

The four of them walked over to Mr. Cole. "I see that you four are the unlucky ones that only have four people on the team. But this might be fortunate for you in the long run because we are going to be having a new student join the class tomorrow. Apparently he was demoted from the school of Lords because of bad behavior. He will be your fifth member. I hope you will help him feel welcome. Here are your clothes. Looks like you got red, a team after my own heart." 

It was a well-known secret that Mr. Cole was a dancer. Most Helmed tried to keep their gemstones a secret because it would give them an advantage if they had a conflict was somebody else. Mr. Cole was getting rather old and he clearly did not care too much about who knew his capabilities. 

He rarely used his ability in front of the students but that did not diminish the students admiration for him.

He smiled at them and set them on their way.

All the different teams started to cluster into their own groups. Now that the teams were picked it was time to strategize which gemstone each team should have. There were quite a number of strategies so there was a definite need to consider each team members strengths and weaknesses.

Samantha and Trillian's team clustered into a small circle as well.

Yolanda seem to think that if she explained the reason why the rules were created the way they were their team would have an upper hand. "The sponge makes people pause for five seconds after they tag someone because if you can feel other people's emotions, any interaction you have with them will force them to reflect upon themselves. This is caused because of the insight that you display during the interaction. The puzzler allows you to tag ..." She went into far too much detail about the origin of the game without giving any real insight regarding the team strategy.

Frederick Samantha and Trillian rolled their eyes at each other when they saw how excited Yolanda was to give them a history lesson about the dungeon divers game. Yolanda continued to rattle off facts for them for the majority of their five minute planning time.

"It has always intrigued me that they only use a simplified version of a sapphire cave. To be fully representative of the cave divers experience they should have eight different cave types, rather than a simple maze. I wonder why they do it that way? I hope Mr. Cole knows. I'll go ask him." After constantly talking for four minutes of their time she walked off to ask Mr. Cole in question.

Frederick finally got the opportunity to say something. I might be a bit slow but I'm not half bad at tagging people. I was thinking that I would choose the sponge and head towards their defensive group. If I can managed to tag at least two of them our team will have the advantage for a bit. I know you guys normally play a controller and a glass, but that's probably not the best strategy in this tournament." 

Both Trillian and Samantha knew that there standard strategy of not caring at all about the outcome would not work in a tournament, which is supposed to have the potential to change their lives for the better. "I guess we probably need an attacker also. I will be a dancer and try my hardest to get to the middle of the maze as fast as possible." Trillian decided to follow the standard attack strategy. Samantha continued the distribution of roles"I will be a member of our defensive team so I will pick needle to stay in the game longer. I'm sure that Yolanda will pick her role perfectly considering how much she knows about the game. Let's wait for Miss know it all to come back and tell us why were doing it all wrong."

When Yolanda came back she decided she wanted to be a puzzler. That would allow her to ignore her tagging deficiencies at least once per game.

For the next week the groups would be allowed to practice together and get used to working as a team. Next week teams would start competing to see who's team was best in the class. One month from now the best from each class would be competing in the tournament. The winning team would be elevated to the school of Lords.

Over the next hour Mr. Cole assigned teams to challenge each other. For the younger kids like Samantha and Trillian the matches were very quick. This was because their maze was simple enough to be navigated in a minute or two, and because all of their strategies were rather adolescent. Considering their age that seemed very appropriate.

To nobody's surprise their group did not win a single match. Frederick was not lying when he said he was good at tagging people. Every time they competed against other teams he managed to tag two of them before getting tagged himself. This might've had a larger impact on the game if they were not already one man down. Samantha and Yolanda did not really have that much to do while defending because the main issue for their team was that Trillian appeared to have no maze navigation skills. He would constantly get lost in the maze allowing the other team to grab the ball and leave before he found the center. This was quite abnormal considering for their age there were only about three dead ends per side. Even if you found all three of them you should be able to make it to the center without much difficulty. Somehow Trillian managed to hit the dead ends multiple times while he was trying to navigate through the maze. Overall it seems that their team needed some work.

 When they watch the other teams play they could see that the teamwork for their groups had already developed very well. The other teams must of been practicing together for a while.

The fact that Trillian had been left out when the other kids were playing made him sad. It is never a good feeling to know that your friends are excluding you from what they're doing on purpose. Trillian once again regretted having to follow all of gran's rules. It made it so that he could not live a normal life that he had always wanted. His only comfort was that there must be a clear reason why he had to avoid the attention of the Lord. He still did not know what that reason was though, but he trusted Gran. So despite the fact that he was upset on missing out, he continued his ploy of incompetent maze navigation.

If you paid attention to the different age groups you could clearly see the strategic complexity advance from year-to-year. The youngest children all tried to rush into the maze at once and get the ball. There was clearly only two things in their mind. First get the ball, then bring it to base. It was hard to follow individuals within the mass of kids.

The 7 to 8-year-olds started to understand positioning. They would have people defending the entrance to their half of the maze and a few people trying to navigate the maze. 

Trillian and Samantha were in the 8 to 9-year-old class. This group of children was just starting to understand that those with the best strategy have a higher chance of winning. You could start to see the kids trying new approaches rather than just attacker and defender there would be anti-defense and distraction plays.

The next few years above them you could see the strategies that were being experimented with during their year becoming honed to a much more effective approach. The children started specializing in specific roles that they knew how to use to their fullest extent.

The last few age groups had clearly planned out multiple strategies and contingencies. If something went wrong then they would change their approach. They had even developed their own code so they could share information among their team without telling the other team what was being done. It was a much faster game but it also took a lot longer to complete because their opponents were just as effective at countering their strategies as creating their own.

The gaze of Samantha was rarely on her own court, if her team was not playing. Instead it was looking off at the older children's games. The simple attack and defend strategies of her year evidently did not keep her attention in the slightest.

Next to her, Trillian was looking at his classmates in envy as they competed for the ball. You would've thought that by now he would have gotten use to his lot in life. But evidently he was still sullen about the fact he did not get to play like the other kids do.

Trillian and Samantha are  carefree children, but they lives in a world where the Lords have almost unlimited power. These powers are not a matter of physical supremacy, but a show of mental acuity. Their mental capacity is not natural. They are augmenting their brains capability through the gemstone helm. If you want to increase your mental capabilities simply have the gemstone helm installed and augment whichever faculty you want to increase. But beware if your gemstone is ever used up your will become Glass. Your augmented attribute will drop far below the capabilities of a normal human.

Hello !
I'm Sakurasaki Yume

I'm just normally child . . .oh i mean "was" normally child

Normally Fertilization , Normally Growth in mother womb

untill 4 month  4 day old. . .
Suddenly i was hit by clear crystal even i'm in womb !

It's not my imagination , not my baby fancy thinking
It's not funny tale from dad and mom   or Chuunibyou
 (Japanese slang term for the embarrassing behavior of 13-to-14-year-olds. The term literally means "Middle [School] 2[nd Year] Syndrome" (often translated as "Eighth-Grader Syndrome" in US media)

I really hit by clear crystal !

so. . . what happened next?

I received the Best Nutrients pass on placenta from mom!!

maybe crystal in my body  must important or something that made my mom have a good take care 
so i have a good take care too

Best quality food and mood of mom that was affect for me 

if comparing from general grade food >> upgrade to Premium !


That time i still an embryo but i can recognize the difference of food quality

and i can remember the taste of nutrients through the placenta that changed

Is it strange?

and i can felling of magic , spirit power

Six Sense that normal human can't sense and them not believe . . . I can sense it !

but i can't do anything but perceived because i'm still young , only a baby in the womb

everything i can do now is. . . waiting time to born . . . for explore the world !


The world that have 12 path of magical power that i familiar . . .

I want to journey to the end of 12 path  for looking what or who waiting me?

but it seem that my trip is still not possible now

because on the day that i born. . .  i came to know later that was an auspicious time

9 / 9 / 1999


in the courtyard of the hermitage Ju-San-Oh

the birth ceremony of mother YUKO has been held enormously


i didn't know the place , but i knew it was great because i felt the huge magical power


" Oh ! I will born in this environment surrounded by many powerful magical , spiritual power users like this ? really ?? how Embarrassed KiKi~♪"

I want to say this if i don't smell some stinky magical , bad spell circle 

"it's. . . just like. . .smell of blood . . .rotting of corpse. . ."



The First Sound which i hear through . . . i mean TRUE Ears not a clairvoyant ear that is cast by my power from that clear crystal . . . It's my father YUUSHA scream !


" Noooooooo ! Don't do this !!  Let her goooo Yukoooooo  Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

My black eyes opened and saw the first thing that very nice. . .
Bloody dagger handel is human wrist bone but dark and smell rotten stabbed my daddy chest

and my daddy body was burned alive with the Blue fire Spirit  until there nothing left


" Wow ! What a nice start life !! born to look dad die in front of eyes. . . Really prosperous life. . ." i think with chaos emotion then i sense 5 human lost their life their soul  " Oh. . . i see. . . my dad life and body need sacrifice 5 souls of Onmyoji . . . must low rank onmyoji to burn and have at least 10 body and soul that glimmer like a weak candlelight in gale "


"Sweetheart . . . Dad will protect you even my body disappear. . . I'll stay with you forever"
I heard dad voice and see his spiritual form fly into my body that i realize i float over Yuko body

My mom not good as my dad , she imprisioned hand arm leg on black stone with soul chain that bloody and stinky same the dagger that stabbed dad


"Seal Soul ! "  Onmyoji in white garment , blue hagama pants around us at least 10 person shout at the same time  and Onmyoji who have long white hair floor length wear mask of Red Oni long curve fang from mouth to ear holding same dagger that stab dad walk to stab my mom heart to

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

" Seal Soul!"

My mom body burned with blue fire spirita same dad and group of onmyoji shot same word with fewer people because 10 of them sacrifice soul for burn my mom

Soul of Dad & Mom fly in to my body and who hold bloody dagger laugh like crazy

"Hahahahahah !! Accomplished!  Completely !! We can seal Ju-San-Oh Orb Number 9 already !!!"


look like now i know the name of my crystal that make a good life when i'm in mother womb but now it's cause of this situlation. . .

" Take care this child as a living magic object!  We'll looking forward it growth . . . 9th Ju-San Oh Orb in this body will be medium or high orb but i'm sure this orb can't be  TRUE Ju-San-Oh Orb !"


that man shout before flick ass turn and walk away from me  , his sentence make me doubt orb have true and fake thing?

Hmm. . .  Ok  Let it Be . . . Now i'm very sleepy  . . . let sleep. . .

Ah ! what was that?
4 creature minimal with fluffy ear and tail running to me without any notice

" Um . . .You're my dad cat?  Come to protect me??  Ok , now i'm in your care 
zZzZzZ Let Me Sleep. . . Good night Setsu , Kono , Atsu , Kae~"

@January 2018 , Tokyo Japan 

Sakurasaki Yume 
normally girl 18 Years old
born on 9 / 9 /1999
who live with family @ 404 room normally apartment
but. . . if you peep window to see what happen in this room  , you'll only see one black long hari girl play computer "Soul Summoner" game with float Mouse pen draw manga nearly and 4 sound of cat play with invisible man

yep, my family is. . . Ghost 
Father Mother die on my birthday
and who burn them body is Ju-San-Oh Organizer of bad Onmyoji who try to steal my "Ju-San-Oh Orb" in my body and Soul
. . .
They will not get anything
And I'm waiting for the time to get revenge !

but now. . . it's time for relax and use money that i get from steal them Artifact + Antiques of Soul to sell . . .
Pour all money for Salt-Chapon !!
[Gachapon in thai = กาชาปอง 
Salt in thai = เกลือ (Kelụ̄x) mean bad luck when spin roll gachapon 
so it my joke word = เกลือชาปอง Kelụ̄x-Chapon]

Mom & Dad : Yume ! You can't rolls Salt-Chapon with all money you have !

Yume : But i can sell more them(Ju-San-Oh) 
garbage for get more money !!

Mom & Dad : please ! low down you salt , or you will take a risk to have Kidney disease !!!





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Hello ~♪
This is my first Translate Novel form my native Language [Thai] to [English]
Sorry if i translate wrong sentence , grammar or anything else

**Normally i write novel on Dek-D Writer @ Dek-D.com [ Dek mean Child , D mean Good] 
so this novel "Soul Orb Chronicle" Copyright by me KuroNekoYuriya 
Started first chapter on 1/1/2018 and end on 29/9/2019**

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Elder Pin's backgroung check would prove to be fruitless and an endless cause of future regret for two reasons, in the first place none of the elders would pay attention to someone that would at best participate in the trials in three years time, technically Huang Mu could join anytime after his first year at White Valley with a sponsorship from an elder, but who would bother sponsoring him when practically none of the 8/9 year olds they normally put forth was able to pass? Plus given his talent level they were happy enough that he seemed a hard working lad and had been graced with 4 years of time to prepare himself, when he reached the same age as the rest of the trainees they could check out his progess and see if he was worth nurturing in some side discipline, despite being unable to cultivate, and that was as far as their thoughts regarding Huang Mu extended.
Second, the only elder that might have told him not everything was as clear as it seemed with the kid was someone elder Pin would definitely not involve in his inquiry, namely elder Mo.
Mo Yan had been one of the most promising youths of his generation, unfortunately he leasurely spent most of his youth and middle years basking in the praise of his contemporaries for his ability to achieve much with little effort and had since come to regret wasting so much of his potential. Because of this he had decided to dedicate the last years of his time to properly educate youngsters, especially the least fortunate who unlike him would have to fight hard just to have a pleasant life. It was around this time that he met the old prefect, each having the characteristics that the other most admired they became fast friends.
Naturally when his foster kid was transferred to White Valley old Huang asked elder Mo to keep an eye out for the youngster; that's why when he heard about the condition of the kid from the visiting elder he had asked to hang around while he was busy concotoning a pill in seclusion, he almost blew his top.
Before the episode he was planning to take Huang Mu under his wing, but seeing how much of a bad impression he had to have developed of the sect and racked by guilt he decided to just let the boy play for a few years and check on him often to make sure everything was fine.
Still he could not fail to notice that Huang Mu was something of a cultivation freak, he smiled bitterly at his lack of talent, seeing him fruitlessly meditate every night, but did not have the heart to tell the kid he was wasting his time. 
He also however learned that there was nothing wrong with Huang Mu's comprehension abilities, he was quite astonished at his progress in the other foundation arts, but being a genius himself he severly underestimated how abnormal his progress was compared to the average White Valley disciple.
Regardless he had formed a very favourable impression of Huang Mu by observing him in the past year and, given how motivated the kid was to cultivate even without a mentor, he was waiting for an opportune moment to introduce himself and start guiding the kid on a productive path.

Follow the footsteps of Huang Mu as he attempts to trample fate and crush the heavens.

December 9, 1999
Waking up from my daily nap, I realized that my parents might have already left, they had planned a vacation to the Bahamas. Hurrying to get ready and hoping to not miss them before they leave, I rushed out of my room. Now, normally a child at the age of 9 months would still be using a crib or a bed that was protected by the evil child lock's but not for one that is the height of most two-year-olds and shown the intelligence of at least 5-year-old. Once again thanking God for allowing me such powers and an amazing family. I reach the bottom of the stairs and see my dad scolding Tony, while in a normal situation I would ignore this but, my parents are leaving today I would rather have them leave on a happy note so I ran up to Tony jumped on top of him and yelled
"Surprise" in the most childish voice possible hoping to diffuse the argument.

"Get off my you little twerp, the adults are talking" Tony announces as he attempts to hide the smile I can see forming while trying to maintain an angry facade.

"Now boys calm down, Arno get off your brother, and Jarvis may you please take the bags to the car" commented my mother as she walked in the room with bags packed.

"It would be my absolute pleasure madam," Jarvis says in his British butler voice as he slowly picks up the bags and walks towards the 1990 mustang convertible.

Father looks towards Tony and me and says "Tony, you watch out for your little brother and make sure you take care of him, Arno watch your older brother and make sure he doesn't burn the house down with a party by Monday. " 
I playfully give him a salute and announce "Father I will protect the house from the evil clutches of Tony's girlfriends"
"Hey! I'm in charge, not you brat. Also if anyone would burn down the house it'd be me, during a party, not by my girlfriends they all leave satisfied" Tony replied with his signature cocky smirk, which is just asking to be punched. The moment before the situation escalated Jarvis appeared and commented
"Master Howard, Arno needs dinner, also I must inform you that the airplane is ready for when you arrive. Are you positive you would not like me to drive you or at the very least, drive in a more stealthy and protected car?"

"No Jarvis, SHIELD already has the information and will protect our traveling route. Don't forget we are protected by the best in America, actually quite possibly the world with all of my Stark technology." my father said with the same cocky grin Tony gets when he brags about his 'Conquests'.
"Wait dad whats SHIELD," I ask with a suddenly terrifying feeling in my gut hoping I am wrong with what I'm assuming.
"Oh, It's an old business, a couple of friends and I put together at the end of the war in memory of a close friend named Steve," Father said carefree and easily, not knowing about the storm currently running through his youngest sons mind.
"Dad, can you replan the vacation? I will miss you way too much!" I ask almost yelling the last part, tears starting to come out of my eyes
"Now, Arno I know you will miss us but as a big boy you will be fine right?" my mother interjected while wiping the tears from my eyes.
"Mommy, please don't go I feel something is going to happen, mommy please" I started crying and holding onto my mother as hard as possible and she held me until I started drifting off, this cursed child body is too easily put asleep.
"Okay, he's asleep now." my mother announces as she slowly lowers me onto the couch where Tony was laying a few moments ago.
"Martha we have to leave in ten minutes, we still have to drop off the item at the pentagon" my father announces as my mother is lovingly rubbing my head. "Howard do we have to go now? Cant, we wait until tomorrow?"
"Now, hold on you can't just plan and then not go now. I had my entire week planned and tomorrow is the toga party and Candice is going to be there." Tony quickly interjected. My mother waits, after a few moments of silence and says. "Alright, we love you Tony, and make sure to take care of Arno he'll miss us when he wakes up, Jarvis please prepare him a light dinner and a small ice cream to calm him down."
"Goodbye Tony, Don't burn the house down and Jarvis make sure Tony makes it back to boarding school by January 15th, I don't want him being sent to another school for missing more than half of the school year again."
"Yes, Master Howard. Would you like me to prepare basic lessons for Arno, as he is intelligent enough for it?" questioned Jarvis as he was about to close the door.
"Go ahead do what you think best for Arno. We'll be back in a month at max so see you then!" my father announces as he walks outside.
The next morning waking up and seeing a crying Tony was not something I ever want to see again, he looked so vulnerable not something you expect from the future playboy, philanthropist, and a superhero. It was at this moment I realized that even if this world was once fantasy it is now a real-world, with the movie and comic characters breathing and having wants, needs, and desires.
"Tony, what happened?" I quickly asked with a slight crack in my voice, while silently hoping it was just a tough breakup or something else, just not my parent's death
"They…they're gone. I pushed them to leave this is my fault… I should've supported mom… I told them to leave for a toga party... to have fun playing around with Candice who I only care about because she is hot...They did leave...Left and died..." He immediately starts crying.
I see the person who stood up to Thanos who had the guts to snap his fingers knowing he will die, crying his heart out, breaking down over our parent's death.
"Big brother, It is not your fault… Whatever or whoever caused this we will find them and end them… I love you big bro and I will always be here for you...Just like how you will always be there for me." After that, I hugged Tony, hoping and knowing that time will heal these wounds or at least cover them up until we can find peace with our parent's death.

[AN: This story is my first, so please keep rude comments to yourself. Thanks]  
Waking up after believing your dead is one of the strangest things I have ever experienced, but waking up and given a chance to be reborn in a world that is fantasy is even more surreal. Hi, my name is Arno Stark and this is my story!

The Orginal Artwork is from instagram.com/p/BloI1P8AYfU/ I edited it with paint and photoshop!

The King of Scorpion clan Spar had announced a special tournament for 15-year-olds and under, anybody could join and only the top 3 performers would be able to win some prizes in this tournament. 




The whole territory was excited as everybody started signing up their kids up for this tournament. Most were complaining about how 15 was too high of age and those that were under 15 would have a disadvantage but Spar didn't pay them any attention as he stuck to his word. 




The next day there was a huge stage set up as they wanted to start the tournament off right. They had a few fireworks made out of the sand with different colors which amazed Drazon and his big sister Issa. Queen Sassy rolled her eyes as Spar put his thumbs up indicating that he had done a good job. 





Surprisingly only 20 people had signed up for these tournaments as the others thought it wasn't fair to have their little kids getting beaten up by the older kids so it was only 14-year-olds and 15-year-olds that were in this tournament, as the others were lower level one and level twos. 




There was only one kid that was almost a level three and he was known as the best kid around town with the most potential and talents and he was only 14, but everybody was shocked to see a dragon clan member part of the tournament. They thought this Dragon looked a little young and when they announced his age as 11 everybody was shocked. 





They thought how he was supposed to be fighting against 14-year-old and 15-year-old fighters and felt a little sorry for him. Drazon was used to being the center of attention so when he stepped on stage it wasn't anything special but it surprised him when it was just quiet and he wasn't getting booed. 





When his opponent stepped on stage they started cheering as it was one of their own scorpions. This was a 15-year-old kid that was only a lvl 2 so he was no match for Drazon, he charged towards Drazon with his fist. He was too young to know how to spit out his poison from the stinger efficiently so all he could do was physical attacks and send sand attacks. 



He shot out little sand attacks that looked like bullets which Drazon easily dodged them by sidestepping the attack and then disappearing from the view of the kid. The kid looked around searching for him but all he received was total darkness as he fell unconscious next minute. 





The crowd was surprised that Drazon easily knocked him out without even attempting or trying at all. The crowd was so amazed by his prowess that they started admiring him. The scorpion clan respected strength didn't matter where you from as long as you are strong they will support you.  





They started cheering for the surprising Drazon who wasn't used to that. Queen Sassy smiled as she was happy for Drazon being recognized this time and not boo whenever he got on stage like what they did to him back in the dragon clan.

Drazon was born a strange dragon in his clan. He grew up shone by the other dragon clan members. Watch as Drazon embarks on an extraordinary journey to figure out his world


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