Seraph Jay is someone with a complicated history but a rather normal life overall.So when everything suddenly crumbles and everyone around her suddenly dies, she’s left helpless.In the middle of the disaster Seraph too, dies.

But she wakes up in an almost empty void, except for the countless panels in front of her which she finds out are all the different realities and endings of her world.Except in each reality and ending of her world, there’s only one conclusion:

Destruction.

Seraph is told that if she goes and eliminates the variable that causes this, all her her regrets will be fulfilled.She agrees, but then finds out that each alternate reality might be a bit different than she’s used to…
...
Cover does does not belong to me.Credits to the original owner.

A government collapsing, A man that started a Pandemic, and Global Fear. Can this disease be stopped, or will it continue on for eternity to devour every last living thing it can find. This, is DISCORD! ~This is a book that is very graphic, it should not be read by younger audiences. You have been warned!

Year 1784
White house US Washington
Time 2:43 PM

             In a society of perfection and dedication, The government was determined to destroy the inequality and unfairness of other countries for there larger industrial life and well diversity of differences. This angered many powerful people thus they called upon the many leaders of these different states came together to the one place where this monstrosity of american society starts, Gregory Hamilton was the leader of the us and called upon the many states to become less equal, Gregory was of course a  Aires for his short temper and stride of perfection always trailing behind him like a pack of vultures waiting for scraps "The order of this country has become more and more of an embarrassment, tell me why the hell cant we just have a little bit of perfection like the Japanese" The large gruffed man shouted as he slammed his sausage like fist upon the large polished wooden table. The several other men looked at the larger man unnerved by his temper over something that cannot be controlled "sir if your talking about the french, we have already had them sign the treaty of thats what-" Gregory had enough and threw a book at the shaking man "im not talking about damn Paris im talking about order, where IS MY ORDER!!!" he kicked the floor like a spoiled toddler, the other group of men looked at each other until one looked at the president "we have an idea but we will need to have an intervention until tomorrow" said a more polite and slimmer man, Gregory gruffed  but agreed.

The same group of men wondered through the streets of New York to seek for idea's of what maybe something that can help "why should we even be following that pathetic crazy old man, all he does is sit on his desk eating every thing in his path" said a shorter but intelligent gentle men "we should start at the library, to see what answers lie with in old pages of history" The tall slender leader said, the other 7 men agreed and walked upon the steps of an old library, they spent hours of reading history, book after book and after book they sound nothing "this is a waste of time, we should be home by now, what are we even looking for in this old damn books anyway" said a man glared down their leader "we should keep going, what if we find something" said a smaller and quiet man, The leader ignored the bickering of the men and continued to read, they have read every american history book and had found nothing until he reached something, he grabbed the book off of the top shelf and glanced at the cover "Greek mythology" the leader used his hand to brush his thick coal black hair and began to read, the other men noticed him and walked over to him "what are you reading Thomas?" asked the smaller man "Greek mythology" The tall man jerked the book from Thomas and glared at his soul "YOUR PATHETIC, YOU REALLY THINK THAT READING SOMETHING ANOTHER CULTURE WILL HELP THIS GODFORSAKEN STATE!!" "YOU SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH AND LET ME READ!!!" shouted the leader as he slapped him, knocking the book from his grasp, he then grabbed the book and began to read again, The tall jerk was known as Zeke for his crude and heartless behavior "i found something" said Thomas in a quiet tone, the men stumbled to stand around the leader as he read "you are what the stars tell you on the day of your born" he began to read the page out loud.

The men gathered at the wooden table to stare at their repulsive leader "any idea's boys..." growled the large man, the me looked at each other until the leader slid the book over to Gregory "what the hell is this?..." "the way of getting thing's in order..." growled the leader "what, is Hercules gonna come here and kill the ones that cause trouble" Laughed the man, the Leader got up and waltzed over to the president and opened the book "read..." the president glared deeply into his eyes but then quickly began to read..."boys you did it and I cant believe it" the large man said ad he began to rise from his seat "this country will be as it should be very soon" " so what do we get" the slender leader said boldly, he too had risen from his seat and looked down at the male "what do you mean 'what do we get' you have the right to be sitting here and talking to me, your leader" another man slammed his fist on the wooden table "YOU ARE NO LEADER, YOU TREAT EVERYONE AROUND YOU LIKE PEASANTS AND COWER AWAY LIKE A THIEF BEHIND YOUR DOORS, YOU SIR ARE NOTHING BUT A GREAT BIG SPOILED COWARD" "HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME THIS WAY, I WILL SEE THAT YOU ARE REMOVED FROM CONGRESS YOU SWINE!!!" before Gregory could do anything else, the wise leader of the group silenced the bickering men "I see that there is really only one way to settle this dispute and that's to be the next candidates for the presidental election" the others stared at him dumbfounded by the suggestion but Gregory on the other hand was all ears "DEAL!!" the two men shook hands and went on their way

As the water went on the two men went back and forth on their political stands, both on the ends of a tetertoter only to see who would be the to lead the country...in the end of the 'war' the gentle, slender leader won by an landslide and lead the country through the new diversity of the humans zodiac sign, all signs would be treated equally and fairly, though it was rough for the people to get used to the law of zodiac , the people soon found it to be fair and good for those who felt like outsiders in othergroups, Aries would go with Aires and Gemini would go with Gemini , thus peace rang through the country but as times went by, things started to shift from being put and specific groups to now be with all groups. Riots fumed through the land as signs were mixed with other signs but as the world grew more modern, so did the people...

Love comes into different forms in our lives as humans, sometimes expected but most of the time unexpected, Roxanne Delaware born within April 30 was born loyal, heartless and cold. others see her as a creep and a monster but Rodney Medellin, a boy born December 7th was funny, kind and was always a warm and welcoming person sees her for who she is but what exactly is she? she is the type of person who stares at the moon and talks to the stars but that's normal for those of us who dont seem to fit in and sometimes we.feel as though love can truly cure such lonesomeness but can love fix both young lovers in a story full of death and hate?

Minjoon stared at the massive window facing his bed. His eyes looked dispirited, sadness hidden within.


Several days had passed since he last saw his mother.


It all started after the banquet. He was led to a courtyard different from his mother's. The first time he entered, he thought that it was too big. A wide field of abundant grass and colorful flowers. He breathed in the fresh air as the gentle breeze blew against his soft cheeks. 


It took him a while to reach his destination. He had to go through countless archways and different halls before he reached his designated room. 


Minjoon couldn't help noticing the massive window in front of his bed, that looked too big for him to sleep in. He stayed there for a couple of days, being given everything he needed, not a single sign of living poorly nor miserably. Countless servants followed his every whim, making everything easier for him. While touring around his room, he noticed that everything is riddled with gold. His bed too soft that the moment he sat, the cushion easily sunk. From the window, he could see the garden so vast he couldn't seemingly see the end. He later learned that this courtyard was now his, acknowledged as a present from the emperor.


Yet he did not like this gift.


He missed his mother, their small home, their cozy room, their little dining table. He missed the courtyard where he used to live with his mother. Where he was born and raised, surrounded by warmth and love.


He missed their small little house that he was always eager to come back to.


He hated all of this. So what if he had a soft comfortable bed, it was too big for him to sleep in any way. So what if he could eat a whole variety of intricately prepared luxurious food, he couldn't even share it with anybody anyway. 


So what if he was treated as the crown prince, his mother wasn't there anyway.


He cried on the first night of his stay in that spacious but desolate room. It was almost the size of the whole house where he and his mother stayed. Being alone frightened him, making him think too much. A ghost beside his bed, or maybe from his left. His imagination ran wild as he was left alone in that room.


He comforted himself with the thought that his mother would come. She would barge in and sleep next to him, whispering lullabies while running her fingers through his hair. He squeezed his eyes shut, covering his head with a pillow.


He just had to endure a little bit more.


He stayed up until past 9, completely disregarding his sleeping time. He occasionally peeked through the pillow and glanced at the door, waiting for his mother to come.


Slowly, tears fell when he saw that the sun was about to rise. Servants burst in holding a scroll. It said.


'The Crown Prince shall stay inside this palace till his coming of age. Until then, he will be given strict education and tutoring.'


This was the decree the Emperor had set upon him.


He did not know what to feel. Was this his father's way of getting back at them? What did this mean? He thought that everything was going so well. Didn't his father say that he should always be by his mother's side? 


Yet what was this.


Minjoon thought that maybe because the Emperor was too busy, he accidentally gave a wrong decree.


He demanded his father's presence. But they stopped him saying that it was impossible. The group of servants looked at him with mockery in their eyes. It made him falter, yet his resiliency made him unwilling to concede.


He then asked if he could go to where the Emperor is, but they stopped him again saying that he wasn't allowed to go out of the courtyard.


He was once again left in his own room. His thoughts running wild.


Maybe, it was because of him that he couldn't see his mother. Maybe he wasn't trying hard enough. 


Maybe his mother gave up on him, maybe she hated him from the beginning. Maybe this was all a lie, a passing dream that would disappear once he woke up.


But as days passed, he knew this wasn't a dream. He was abandoned and left in this horrid place, with a bunch of liars and leeches hoping to gain power and wealth.


He cried and cried. He hated everybody, he didn't want to talk to anybody. He just wanted to go home.


Then one day he stopped crying. Looking at the ceiling while lying down in bed, he realized this wouldn't help. This situation wouldn't change even if he had shed a considerable amount of tears.


During his stay there, he discovered a library while walking through the corridors. 


It was initially closed, the double doors looked huge and intimidating. Like it was not meant to be opened.


Yet his curiosity got the better of him and in the end, he opened the door.


An amazing mountain of books was suddenly displayed in front of his eyes. Tall shelves reaching up to the high ceiling fully brimmed with works of art and literature.


The scent of old books prickled his nose. Its woody and earthy smell became stronger as he came inside. His body stepped forward as his eyes glittered, looking around. The sun shone through the tall window that is almost triple his size. With his hands outstretched, he felt the rough texture of wood and paper in his palms.


Since then, he went there every day to read books. He did not miss even a single day, and he continued to read incessantly.


It was something that distracted his thoughts, and he willingly welcomed it with open arms. 


And now was another day, 


He hopped off the bed and walked towards the door. He would read before the maids come.


He walked along the familiar hall with his blue robes trailing behind. He did not bother to change his clothes, it's still clean anyway.


Minjoon turned the knob and pushed the door open. Dust wafted through the air, making his nose itch. His face scrunched up as he tried to hold it in, but alas he couldn't.


He sneezed.


He stopped for a second and he closed his eyes. Rubbing his nose, he slowly opened his eyes. 


Minjoon became alarmed as his brows furrowed, focusing on an old man. The man stood by the shelf reading a book. He wore a darkish grey robe that looked tattered and a bit old, his greyish white hair set on a simple bun. 


Looking at the book held by the old man, he squinted his eyes to look closely.


It was a leather-bound book that looked like a diary. He could not see any title or author but maybe because it was too far away. 


It was a book he had seen before.


But because It looked plain and unimportant, he disregarded the book. He had no interest in it.


His lips tightened as he became uncomfortable with the person present. Nevertheless, he proceeded to get the book for Politics.


He moved forward, stopping in front of the bookshelf. He stood on his toes as he tried to reach for the book he was previously reading. 


Holding it in his hands, he walked towards the table in the middle of the room then sat on a chair.


He read silently and patiently.


Hours passed, with Minjoon still sitting on the very same chair. Every few minutes a page is turned. His eyes glued to the thick old book.


Because he was too fixated on the book, Minjoon failed to notice a shadow looming over his back.


"What are you reading?"


"Ah!"


Minjoon jolted from his seat as he screamed. With his eyes wide open, he stared at the old man as he tried to calm the fast beating of his heart.


This also made his hold on the book loosen.


The old man snatched the book from his palms and read the book while standing.


He held the book on one hand while stroking his beard. His eyes narrowed looking at the text. He closed the book with a snap then looked at Minjoon.


Clasping his hands behind his back, the old man questioned Minjoon.


"How old are you little boy?"


Minjoon gawked at the old man, stupefied by his sudden intrusion. Remembering the question, he softly answered, still a little bit confused.


"f-five?"


The old man squinted his eyes at Minjoon; his lips frowning as his back bent leaning forward. He peered at him with his eyebrow raised, looking from head to toe. 


He seemed to arrive at a conclusion as his frown suddenly turned into a smile.


Seeing this, Minjoon became relieved. Noticing the book he was reading still behind the man's back, he tried to ask for it back.


"Uhm excuse me sir but can I-"


The old man suddenly threw the book away still facing Minjoon, a smile etched on his face. The book flew high, stopping its flight as it smacked on the wall. 


Minjoon's eyes followed the book as it made a sharp slap. His eyes then flashed back to the old man, gaping at him with an open mouth.


The old man walked back towards the shelf he was previously standing on, taking out a familiar leather book.


He once again approached Minjoon. Placing the leather book on the table, He commanded.


"Read till day 15."


He sat on the chair across Minjoon, his chin resting on his palms.


"Wake me up when you're done."


The man dozed off, closing his eyes.


Minjoon's eyes twitched as he looked at the old man. 


His mother keeps reminding him not to talk to strangers. Should he just run to the door? Or should he just stay and do what he said?


He glanced at the book with his cerulean eyes looking at it with wonder, curious on what's inside.


He held the book, feeling the leather's rough texture.


Then he opened it.


Minjoon's eyes followed every word. He tightly grasped the book, unable to let it go.


The book was not as thick as most of the books he had read, but the contents were much more than what a page should have.


After a few hours of reading, he put the book down.


Minjoon's eyes were sparkling, as he gazed from the book to the man.


The old man smiled forming wrinkles in his eyes. Unknowingly, the old man woke up the moment Minjoon put the book down.


"How was it?"


The old baritone voice vibrated across the room. The man leaned back on the chair, resting his hands on his knees.


He closed his eyes as he sighed, his voice low.


"I told you to read only till day 15..."


He slowly opened his left eye glancing at Minjoon.


"...But you already read till the end."


The old man slowly chuckled, his voice deep as he rested on the chair.


Minjoon leaned on the table facing the man.


With inquisitive eyes, he asked the man.


"What happened afterward?"


The old man crossed his arms as he faced Minjoon.


"I will ask you a question first."


"Would you pick the one who wrote or the one who opposed?"


His eyes focused on the boy, his gaze sharp yet curious.


The sun's rays shone on both of them as it was about to set.


"The one who wrote."


The old man flinched as he stroked his beard. Nevertheless, he continued.


"Why?"


Minjoon stood, his back straight as he stared unblinkingly at the man.


"He believed on what he saw, on what was proven to be true."


Minjoon's brows furrowed as he stared at the ground.


"At the very least, he was fair. Yet why they had fought him?"


The old man continued ignoring the last question, his lips tight.


"Would you follow his beliefs once you become a ruler?"


Minjoon answered with a sharp nod.


The man looks at Minjoon with his palms clasped tightly in front of his face.


"But what if a problem cannot be solved nor proven?"


The boy frowned as he exclaimed.


"There is always a shred of evidence, the truth."


"Then what if the truth is within your grasp yet the people you love tell otherwise?"


Minjoon's eyes narrowed as he tilted his head.


"I don't understand."


The man stared unblinkingly at Minjoon. Then suddenly he stood up.


He walked towards the window, his hands behind his back.


"What if what you seek cannot be found?"


His feet halted as he stood in front of the window.


"What would you do..."


He then turned towards the table. With cold menacing eyes, he asked the crown prince of the Il Kingdom.


Minjoon became alarmed, fear started to creep up on him as he looked on the man's eyes.


"...Little boy?"

Leaving this world, was not part of my plan.

Until fate decided, that no, you need to die today.


She was reincarnated with a task at hand. To save the male lead using her abilities, and to become a beauty?

'Why do I even need to be beautiful?'

[You don't need to be beautiful. You need to be a beauty.]

'...What's the difference?'

[You will know in time.]

"Slow down, be careful... You won't starve... Don't eat with your hands, use chopsticks!"
Zhou Hua, six or seven months pregnant, was sitting across from Little Shiba and watched him gobble down his meal. She was angry and laughing at the same time. She wondered what had happened to him recently. He was very amenable to previous encounters but became very disobedient in recent months. He aimlessly ran over mountains whenever he had spare time. He came back every time stinking and sweaty. When she asked where he had gone to, his excuse was practicing martial arts, which was absolutely incredible due to his young age. When he went out, he did not even come home for a meal. Alas, what he had done made his mother mad. She told him as long as he was late to come home, food would not be supplied. This way worked at first, but later Little Shiba became so smart that he had meals in his sister's home when his mother did not supply any food.
"Yummy! It's really yummy. Sister, you're really good at cooking, even better than our mother!" While Little Shiba was eating, he flattered Zhou Hua through muttering. Because of these flatteries, Zhou Hua was very happy and concerned about him all the time, even though she was pregnant.
"You boy. You're so young, but smart! Eat your meal and stop saying such beautiful words!" Wang Tianlei sat nearby, holding a thread-bound book and displaying dissatisfaction for the youngest brother.
"Hey brother, what are you reading?"
From the first time that he came to his sister's home to bum meals, he found the book that Wang Tianlei held was titled Ignis Skill.
Judging strictly from the title, he was certain it was a secret tome of martial arts skill. Compared with his initial elation over the book, he was a lot calmer now.
It was all because that he had already recited the whole book.
When he first glanced at the two characters, Little Shiba scurried off with the book. By the characters and pictures on it, he identified it as a secret of Internal Strength. Moreover, it was more abstruse than Unusual Strength Qigong that was taught by Wang Tianlei.
From then on, he often had dinner away from home. He took eating at his sister's home as an excuse for reciting and remembering the secrets.
Although Wang Tianlei deemed it as a treasure and saved it cautiously, he had a habit that after dinner he must pull it out and have a look at it every time, which naturally gave Little Shiba an opportunity to achieve his purpose.
Naturally, Wang Tianlei could not protect it from him.
It did not matter if he saw it, for a three-year-old child did not know anything. Because Wang Tianlei was so lax in thinking, Little Shiba recited the pithy formulas of Ignis Skill within a month. The book was thin, with about 20 pages. What was more, this book was written in Chinese characters. Compared to English words that Little Shiba had learned in his previous lifetime, this book was much easier. Little Shiba, however, did not dare to practice, because figures in the book were only partially memorized.
After practicing Unusual Strength Qigong, naturally he knew that there should be no mistakes in the working flow of Internal Qi. Once there was a deviation, the person would be possessed by the devil, or would die immediately. Little Shiba had the ability to recite texts but did not have the experience to remember figures. He remembered all of the characters little by little but did not dare to ensure that his memory was completely correct.
Therefore, he seized every chance to have a look, to ensure whether the pictures he remembered were right.
As for the question, he asked repeatedly, "What are you reading?" His brother-in-law gave the same answer with three words every time.
"I don't know!"
Previously, after hearing that reply, Little Shiba would say, "Oh," and keep silent.
It was different today, however, because he only had one picture to worry about. Hence, he required a reason to obtain an opportunity to ensure the final process.
Finishing the last mouthful of his meal, he scooted to Wang Tianlei's side and stretched his neck to be in front of the book with a pair of sparkling eyes. "Brother-in-law, what's this? Why do you read it every day?"
"I'm f*cking illiterate!" Little Shiba's questions rubbed him raw. He put the book on his knee and said in obvious anger, "If I was educated, I wouldn't need to read it repeatedly!"
"What do these pictures mean?" Little Shiba inadvertently took the book which had gotten reversed. When he opened it, it just turned to the last page. Of course, the pictures on the last page came into his sight.
"These pictures are the working flow of Internal Qi!" Wang Tianlei said to himself without any doubts. "What a pity! These pictures are only able to be fully understood when coordinated with the characters on them!"
"It doesn't matter. You can learn it!" Little Shiba focused his eyes on the last page of Ignis Skill and blurted out, "The old blind man can recognize the characters!"
"Right! Why didn't I think of it?" Wang Tianlei suddenly made a strange cry and straightened his body from the chair. "The old blind man can see nothing, however, he still can teach us."
"Yeap! Yeap! I also want to learn it!" Little Shiba said. He cast a last glance at the book and gently put it down. "Brother, can you teach me after you've learned it? Is that ok?"
"Anyway, that old swindler has nothing to do, and he's not able to support himself. We might as well give him a chance to teach us. It's not just for me, but for all people in the village. Whoever wants to study, it's ok. Especially those little kids, troublemakers, all of them should be forced to study. There are also some hunters who are full of energy. After practicing every day, these hunters can learn to recognize words, which could develop their minds and improve their hot tempers. In this way, the old swindler can get rewards, and doesn't have to pretend to be poor in the village all day!"
"Is that all right?" There were some doubts flashing on Zhou Hua's face after she heard that. "Will someone else come to study?"
"I don't care whether they come. In this case, they'll decide on their own. But all village kids like Little Shiba should. Hey, I suffered a lot from being illiterate."
At that moment, he sighed with a sense of bitterness.
"You're just 20 years old, don't act like an old man."
Hearing Wang Tianlei's sigh, Zhou Hua frowned and pinched him unhappily.
"Teach us?" Little Shiba was stunned by that until he digested what he meant, which made Little Shiba idolize him more. Was that not a campaign to wipe out illiteracy? It was a time when people's literacy was extremely backward. Like their village, excluding Little Shiba, only the old swindler, incapable of seeing things, was literate.
Moreover, in this era, at least in the eyes of these villagers, there was no use in improving their literacy. For the villagers, only the gentlemen who lived in the county town could read and write, while their lives were to hunt and farm during the day and to create the next generation with their wives at night.
What Wang Tianlei planned was much greater than these ordinary mountain villagers. It might, however, be very difficult to carry this matter out.
"Well, brother, I also want to learn to read. Can you talk to my father about letting me go to school? Can you?!"
"Of course, it's beneficial for you to learn at a young age. Hasn't father-in-law said that you'll be sent to Qingyang Market as an apprentice? If you learn to read, your prospects are much brighter than ordinary people's!" Wang Tianlei said with laughter, patting Little Shiba's little head.
Little Shiba twisted several times and got his head out of Wang Tianlei's big hands. "Well, my brother, if the old blind man teaches you, you must tell me!"
"Don't call him the old blind man anymore. He'll be your teacher, so you should respect him!" Suddenly, Wang Tianlei said with a solemn look, "These are rules and principles. You should keep in mind that rules and principles shouldn't be abandoned at any time!"
"Yes, brother!" Little Shiba nodded quickly, with an appearance of willingness to accept instructions.
"Well, boy, you've already had your meal, and it's time for you to go home. Our mother will blame you again if you don't go home immediately!"
After Little Shiba heard the words from his brother-in-law, he felt amnesty in his heart and said, "Oh, ok, thank you, my brother. I'm leaving." He then trotted off and left Wang Tianlei's home.
This is awesome. Now, the last picture has been ensured, and the fact that I can read will be covered up. Good, really good, my brother-in-law is talented. It's a pity for him to stay in the village. But if not for his help, however, I wouldn't be so lucky!
Little Shiba, Boxer, and Houndie lived in one very large room. Although the Zhou's were not a rich family, they had enough room. The three brothers lived in one room but were very far away from each other. What was more, they had their own soil bed. Though the soil bed was quite cheesy and inferior, it was very warm and practical.
Little Shiba's bed was against the south wall where there was a hole whose size was just enough to let the bright moonlight through the window.
After he climbed on his bed and covered up with his quilt, he groped around the mattress a few times and took out several pieces of crumpled paper. He then carefully looked at these papers with the dim moonlight through the small hole. A naked figure drawn by charcoal pencils was presented on the paper, and the figure was made up by a few black lines. At the junction of the black lines, acupoints were written down one by one, and it was the pictures that Little Shiba memorized from Ignis Skill. Today he was going to make a final confirmation!


Invincible fists, unrivaled hammers! 
Junior Leopard, who traveled through time and space, takes what he earns and does only what he needs to do, never undertaking too much responsibility nor being so chivalrous as to do every good deed. His so-called ambitions from his past life to change the world were cast aside. 
However, when a forbidden bloodline awakens in his body and his eternal eyes begin to shine once again, he discovers that his iron fists give him the power to force others to follow the truth and to reforge justice! 
This is a cultivation legend about a modern man that was thrust into an amazing martial arts world.

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"""WARRING""""
Please don't read this chapter,
Skipping it would not make you too much different.
.
This short chapter is joking, 
And that could make both male and female angry.
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Especially most of the Female would angry, so please don't read.
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 If you decided to read,
I respect your choice.
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And again, this is just a joke.
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"And Number six the last one, 
Kill every male who make sex with woman Without Married.
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To make simple if they want sex and go get Married.
Whoever or whatever,
A dick and A Pussy,
A dick and A dick
A pussy and A pussy, 
.
OR how many they married, 
I don't care. 
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Every one who born in this world should have their own free will.
They could do everything,
If that don't harm other people, directly or indirectly. (But there are always some exceptionally.)
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If both side whoever involve in that married, must agree and if all agree let them married.
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But a Woman making love(sex) with another woman without married, 
Think both of them as a male and kill both of them.
If a man and a man, kill both too. 
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"What kind of it, it is?" 
Yang Yin ask in confuse and same thought happen to everyone.
. 
"And why only male if male sex with female? 
Why not Woman too? 
To be fair kill woman too???" 
Luo Zhan who was silent could not help ask.
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"Ya that not fair, 
I understand about that unmarried sex 
But why is that to kill only male? 
Are you a woman?" 
Tian Yun but after he said in anger he stop and his face pale as he wrong.
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At that time many woman were happy.
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Zora did not explain, But continue,
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"Make sure there were register book for each and only 1 book for each person. 
If someone wanted to married both sign on both book with complete data."
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Ohh don't forget, everyone in the register books need to agree to married another one.
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If in married one made sex, 
whatever man or woman Claim, 
there is no **** in marriage. 
If they don't like to sex don't married.
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If they divorce,
Stamp as divorce in that register book.
And whoever divorce could not make sex anymore from marriage registered one as they already divorce. 
Until they married again.
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If one wanted to divorce just let them divorce without any hesitation,
All the wealth between them would be calculated 
And divided by how many people involve in the both register book.
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Every register book should be kept in very confidential, only if book owner want other to see it. 
Or definitely have to show and read all these before they married.
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Everyone who work in there would get good salary but needed to keep their shut or be killed.
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There were never force marriage, 
Marriage could only done at registering building. 
If someone claim there about force marriage right away investigate on that matter.
. 
"More over, if unmarried woman shout while making sex, and she said ****. 
Without question kill that man and half of the man wealth go to that woman."
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"If there was a third party found out and reported, that who make sex without married,
the man who making sex would be killed and half of that man wealth go to the third party who report it."
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"Zora that enough, why are you trying to push all the men?" 
Luo Zhan could not help anymore.
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"While is only man make it fair, woman too."
Yang Yin ask
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Zora smile and continue.
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"For unmarried sex is still allowed, 
As man could go make sex with registered prostitute 
And everything could be recorded in the back side of marriage register book."
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"ARRRR" 
All men around Zora shout and they could not stand anymore.
.
But still Zora continue without explain.
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"And the most important part, same for woman, 
They could go make sex with registered male prostitute and do same procedure as a man."
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After hearing that mostly confuse what??? 
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But Zi Mi frown and after thinking, 
she got a light in her head,
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"You are not going after male but you going after female. You damn….."
She stand up and shout at Zora and she could not continue.
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Ye Lin understand too but she don't care everything, 
Zora do was good that she always keep it.
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"hehehe."
Zora laugh.
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Everyone confuse after hearing Zi Mi shout. 
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"What !!! What do you mean???after not male but female???" 
Luo Zhan ask but Zi Mi blush but did not explain.
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Most of the thing were push down on male but why did Zi Mi said he is after Female?
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And Zora laugh????
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"No, I am very fair on Different Sex, I made up this for both man and woman."
Zora explain.
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"That all I could explain now, and soon you will see what happen with your own eyes."
Zora told them and.
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"Yu'er wanted to sleep, I am going. See you all later."
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And he run away from Female while they were still in confuse.
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This is Zora nature as hidden one scheming underneath of another. 
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He did that again and again, still people could not get it.
.....





(Disclaimer: This is a novel that I created, the creation would be more later and everything related is mine alone. 
I could not write all my creation now as this novel nature is in serial. 
I don't give permission to anyone who try to use my idea for them profit and as their own.)

There were people who try to run before they walk.
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Who did not know, what is ABCD and trying to write eassy in English.
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Without foundation, building a Skyscraper.
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Who did not know, what is Magic and trying to used Nine Sun magical fist.
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There is one Question,
What is magic?
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Action start from Vol. 2, 
Skip for action, 
Read Vol.1, history later.

"...and they lived happily ever after."
Susan closed the book and let out a little sigh. It wasn't her first time reading a book to children but today for some reason, she didn't feel well.
"That's enough for today everyone. Your parents are here to pick you up."
The kids stood up, still reluctant to leave after such an interesting story but with their parents already here, they had no other choice.
"Finally over for today." She sighed as she looked at the clock hanging above the door.
15:40
It was time to leave. She put on her jacket and headed out.
"It's cold! I knew this thin jacket wouldn't be enough for today. I should have brought another one." Her body was shivering as the cold wind hit her face.
She opened the doors of her room and changed her clothes.  Then she looked at the books around her and let out a slight chuckle.
She went down to the first floor and looked at the bookstore she was running every day. 
Since she was little, books gave her a chance to immerse herself in her own thoughts, without anyone able to ruin them. As the bookstore was still closed, she walked past every bookcase inside, sliding her fingers across every book she passed.
Then she noticed an abnormality. There was a person standing in front of her which caused her to jump a few meters back.
"Who are you?!" she asked in a loud voice, not hiding the fact that she is not afraid as a knife was being held in her hand.
"Little girl, do you want to learn the mysteries of the universe?" the man asked.
At first she looked at him with ridicule as she didn't believe him a bit but after a minute of looking at him directly in the eyes and seeing that his expression didn't change even a little bit she couldn't help but ask carefully, "Can you really show me the mysteries of the universe?"
The man then swung his hand through the air and a book appeared in his hands.
"In this book, all of the mysteries are written inside which can be read by anyone who has been allowed to read it."
He handed her the book and took one last glance at Susan before disappearing from the spot.
Susan looked at the book in her hands and couldn't help but tremble at the sight of it.
Its cover was exquisite and the patterns were something she saw for the first time. The book itself didn't have a title so she had no idea how to call the book.
Her small fingers slowly ran through each and every pattern on the book and only then did they land on the edge. With a little force, the front panel was slowly pushed open and t-
"Susan you here?" A voice came over from the front door of the bookstore.
As she realized who it was, he quickly closed the book and ran towards the voice.
"Ah. There you are. Like we discussed, this is the last chance for you to pay your debts otherwise we will take this to my boss and you will have no other choice." the man in glasses said.
"But Mr. Owen, you know I don't have enough money for it nor can I make enough to pay everything back." 
Mr. Owen's expression didn't change as he looked at her almost crying face and said, "You had this debt for more than 6 years already and never did you try to work another job beside working in this bookstore which barely provides enough money for you to pay for your taxes."
"But, but..." she had nothing to retort. It was all true.
Mr. Owen sighed. "You are coming with me." He grabbed her by the hand and dragged her out of the store. He put her inside his car and locked the doors before driving off.
...
"Boss, here she is." the man threw the ragged Susan on the floor. "She resisted a bit and I couldn't help but hit her a few times." On the floor, Susan had her hands and legs tied up and her mouth covered, making her unable to talk. Her disheveled hair and tears showed how much she struggled before coming here.
A cigarette was put off as the man turned around on his noble chair. He looked at the woman and then gazed deeply in her eyes. "Susan, Susan." He shook his head.
"We gave you enough time for you to pay at least a bit of your debt but you didn't even try to do anything and just kept doing the same thing you did for the last 6 years."
He slammed his fist on the table making the sound startle the woman.
"I-I..." she tried to make an excuse but nothing was able to come out of her mouth.
"We gave you chance but you didn't take it." He sighed and took another good look at her. "I do try to remember every person's face who I have business with but it seems that I will no longer need to remember your face."
Susan was already sobbing on the floor. She knew what kind of destiny awaits her and she had no way of changing it.
The boss slowly opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a gun.
Susan's cries became even louder as she became even more afraid.
With all the time on his hands, the boss slowly loaded his gun raised it, pointing it towards Susan. "You know, after working in this job for so long I have learned a lot of things. One of those things is that I should get rid of useless people. We've been waiting for you to pay us back at least a bit of the debt but since you wouldn't cough up even a penny I have to get rid of you. After killing you, we can show your debt to lawyers and others and we will get the money that you owe us."
Susan opened her eyes wide. 'Not the bookstore! Just not the bookstore!'
All that came out of her mouth were screams.
'I'll find work, I'll work double jobs, I'll pay back the debt fully. I won't read books in my spare time until then, I'll even kill people and rob from others if that makes me earn money faster, just... Just don't sell of the bookstore please! Not my grandma's bookstore.' Her eyes were filled with tears.
Bang!
After a few seconds Susan collapsed on the floor, not moving even a bit anymore.
"Take care of this, Owen." 
"Yes boss." Mr. Owen picked up the dead body and covered the gunshot wound to not let the blood.
Nobody knew if he did this because he didn't the blood to get on his suit or on the floor.
...
A day later a murder case was on the news.
"A woman's dead body was found in the outskirts of the city. She has been identified as Susan Neubeck. 
In just a day, all of the papers of her debts were already at lawyer's hands and the bookstore was about to be sold to others for good amount of money to pay the debts.
At this time, a man appeared inside the bookstore. He was casually looking around as he had a hint of sadness in his eyes.
Just as Susan did a day before, he walked by every bookcase, sliding his fingers across every book he passed. As he almost finished walking by all of the books he noticed a book on the floor.
"It is such a shame that she didn't read it." His eyes started glowing bright red as he extended his hand. 
The book about he mysteries of the universe, which was lying on the floor was now slowly floating up towards his palm.
The process was slow but this would still shock any person that saw this happen. There was no hint of tricks in this and there was no other choice but to believe this was actually magic.
As the book landed on his palm, the man opened it on the last page on which Susan's face was shown but in just a moment, another page was created after that one, making the new page the last page.
He turned the page just to see a person's face on it. A 16 year old boy's face was shown on the page, there was no other information shown about that person.
The man sighed as he looked at the boy's face and then closed the book. "Old friend, either the people of this time are this weak willed or you are just this unlucky."
With these words, he disappeared from the spot, together with the book and only silence filled the bookstore after that.
On the floor, where to book was picked up from, laid a bottle of empty apple juice which had a different brand on it than the others before.

See what God does while he is on Earth and what happens when he intervenes into different things.

Izroth was never the type to seek a confrontation willingly, however, he would not allow himself to be treated unfairly, especially if Orion wanted to intimidate him.
Orion had cut Izroth off before he even had a chance to explain himself and Kaz simply washed his hands of the problem even after Izroth had already explained to him that it was a misunderstanding.
While the books were scattered all around, there were not nearly enough tables in the library to hold all two thousand books unless they were stacked up all the way to the ceiling. Even though it may have looked disorganized at first glance to those viewing from an outside perspective, Izroth actually had the books neatly stacked into organized piles.
There were at least twenty of such piles scattered throughout the entire library. Of course, he had planned on returning every book to their original place after he finished reading everything on the first floor. After all, it would take him less than half a minute to return everything to its proper place using Flickering Steps.
However, his main reason for not putting the books back onto the bookshelf immediately after he finished was because of a one-minute delay before one was able to pick out another book.
Once a player picked out a book and then put it back on the shelf, they would not be able to grab a second book for one minute.
Izroth did not know why such a restriction was set in place. It may have been to encourage readers to choose a book carefully since they would have to wait a good while before being able to pick again. However, how long would it take him to read all the books on the first floor if he had to wait one minute every time he put a book back in its place?
But, what Izroth did not know was that the restriction was set in place by Orion himself. Orion believed that if one picked up a book, they should at the very least read it. Every single book within the palace library was a treasure to him and unique in its own way.
Therefore, the restriction was there to increase the chances of a book being read after it was picked up. What Orion did not take into account was someone with a monstrous reading ability such as Izroth.
Izroth, however, quickly found a way around that restriction. All he had to do was grab another book instead of returning it to the shelf and so he placed the piles in specific areas to make it easier when it came time to place them into their original spots. That was why it seemed so disorganized and scattered everywhere!
But before Izroth could even complete a full sentence, he was cut off by Orion and was not given the opportunity to explain himself properly.
"You said I was bullying you for reading?" Orion said as he waved his hand.
Swoosh!
A thick yellow book that was within one of the piles shot towards Orion, however, it stopped just as it was about to crash into his body and hovered before him. The yellow book was so thick that it would require the average person to use two hands just to carry it around!
"Have you read this book?" Orion asked.
"I have." Izroth responded without hesitation. He had read every book he touched within this library.
Orion's facial expression darkened when he heard Izroth's response. He created an opportunity for Izroth to be truthful, after all, even though he was furious at the young man before him, Izroth had managed to catch his eye. The number of people he met that were around Izroth's age that was able to simply stand before his Rhythmic Pressure skill could be counted with one's fingers alone!
However, he had only met two youths who were completely unaffected by his Rhythmic Pressure. One of the youths was a natural-born talent of an extremely powerful race, therefore, he was not too surprised as that much was to be expected. As for the second youth, that person was someone who possessed a gift that only came around once every one thousand years within the human race.
The young man in front of him had increased the number of youths who could resist his Rhythmic Pressure skill to a total of three! Not only that, although it was faint, that young man actually had a Source in its infancy stage and even now he could see it growing at an alarming rate.
But unfortunately, the young man decided to continue on with his lies, therefore, he would not allow him to walk away without some form of punishment. He had met plenty of arrogant and talented youths who needed to be taught a lesson in humility. So before he decided upon a punishment, he would let the young man make a fool of himself to teach him a thing or two about honesty.
"This book here is a fundamental book discussing the 255 laws of magic sequences. Tell me, what is the 103rd law?" Orion questioned.
Kaz was stunned. Usually, the Grand Master would have already tossed someone like Izroth out of the library and banned him from stepping foot into the palace or maybe even Amaharpe ever again! Could it be that the Grand Master wanted to teach this youth a lesson?
If so, then Kaz felt pity towards Izroth. Even he had not memorized something like the 255 laws of magic sequences by heart.
Izroth took a moment to organize his thoughts about the 255 laws of magic sequences. Although he had a perfect memory, he still had to compartmentalize everything or else it would end up being a jumbled up mess that he had to constantly search through.
After all, his main focus had been on simple memorization. He then planned to finish organizing his thoughts accordingly once he finished every book in the library.
It only took Izroth a brief moment to find his answer as he replied, "The 103rd law of magic sequences is that one should never cross an Astral magic cycle with a Nebula magic cycle, otherwise, you would only end up with a magic sequence that reverses itself and destroys your body from the inside out."
Orion raised his brows slightly in surprise. His answer was actually correct! However, could he just be lucky? There was only one sure way to find out.
"Next ques-" Orion was ready to give Izroth another question, but before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Izroth.
"However, this can easily be prevented by reversing the original order of the Nebula magic cycle." Izroth added.
Orion frowned when he heard Izroth's words. Was this young man trying to intentionally kill someone with such false information? If any magic caster even attempted something so reckless they would die a terrible death.
"Are you trying to kill someone?! Even if you reverse the Nebula magic cycle, you'll only end up with a spell even more dangerous then when normally trying to use the Astral and Nebula magic cycles together! Think before you speak such nonsense before the Grand Master!" Kaz scoffed.
While he did not know all 255 laws of magic sequences by heart, that did not mean that he was not well-informed about most of them, especially one as life-threatening as the 103rd law.
"Indeed, my assistant is correct, young man. With that kind of change, it may not kill only the user, but those around the magic caster as well. You should not tamper with the fundamental laws of things, otherwise, you will only be in for a rude awakening and the consequences will not be light. I would suggest you erase that thought from your mind." Orion said.
"Even if you shortened the time in between each magic cycle interval by 0.015 seconds?" Izroth said in a carefree tone of voice.
"All you'd be doing is delaying the inevitable! Stop wasting the Grand Master's time with such-" Kaz was ready to mock Izroth, but he was quickly silenced.
"Quiet!" Orion said in a serious tone of voice as he furrowed his brows.
Kaz was scared speechless as he immediately swallowed the rest of his words. Was it possible that the Grand Master was so infuriated by Izroth's words that he would no longer wait to punish him? However, after around ten seconds passed by and Orion did not act or speak, Kaz was lost as to what the Grand Master was doing.
After staying that way for around a full thirty seconds, Orion finally set his gaze upon Izroth.
"Young man, your idea is not bad. In theory, it could definitely work. Unfortunately, in the end, the magic sequence would still collapse. While the magic caster would not be harmed, the spell itself will become unusable and useless." Orion said. To be quite honest, he was impressed with Izroth's findings even if they were not perfect.
While one could not cast a spell successfully, at the very least, they could potentially halt the magic sequence midway without causing harm to themselves. This could lead to a more in-depth look of the 103rd law and multiple studies that could very well change the laws of magic sequences forever!
"Normally that would be true, however, I believe you're overlooking one very important detail." Izroth stated.
Kaz nearly fainted! Was that young man intentionally trying to provoke the Grand Master? Overlooking something? This was the Grand Master he was talking about! In order to become a Grand Master, one had to hold a vast amount of knowledge about all kinds of subjects. There was no short line of individuals who wanted to have a Grand Master as their teacher.
However, there were less than ten Grand Masters in the whole world! To say that someone capable of holding the title of Grand Master had overlooked something was incredibly arrogant and wishful thinking!
"I may be coming up on my years, however, I am not senile just yet, young man. I've run through it over one hundred times in my mind and the end results are the same every time. I can assure you that I have not overlooked any details." Orion said assuredly.
"Then, when you reversed the Nebula magic cycle, did you also account for the change in its strands due to its reversal?" Izroth asked.
Strands were tiny mana strings that were manipulated to form a specific magic cycle. For most players within RML, all they had to worry about was the correct order magic sequences, however, the system usually did this automatically during the player's cast time. There were even some classes who required no attention to magic sequences.
However, for those classes that relied heavily on magic sequences such as Valentine's Sequence Mage class, it could be considered a nightmare to learn. In order to cast a spell, one had to form a specific number of magic sequences. In theory, if any magic caster could master the magic sequences of their spell, the casting time for said spell could be reduced down to nearly 0 seconds!
But, before they could form a magic sequence, they had to use the correct magic cycles. However, before they could invoke the correct magic cycles, it was necessary to use the correct strand type. There were three basic types of strands, light, medium, and heavy. These strands dictated how much mana a player used when casting a spell and how fast said mana would channel into the spell itself.
Orion's eyes widened slightly from shock. Of course! When one reversed the Nebula magic cycle while using an Astral magic cycle at the same time, it would cause the thickness of the strands to change from heavy to light due to how the two magic cycles would react to each other! How could he have overlooked such an important detail?!
If he went over it in his mind using that small change, the young man's method would certainly work! If one used it, they would be able to completely disregard the 103rd law of magic sequences! In other words, the young man before him had just rewritten a fundamental law that was carved in stone for centuries! What terrifying knowledge to possess at such a young age!
Right now, Orion had tossed his anger aside and had completely forgotten about his original intentions to teach Izroth a lesson. There was only one thing on his mind at the moment, what else dwelled within the mind of that young man?


Jin, a hardcore gamer who still lives with his mom at the age of 24. He could never hold down a steady job since graduating, his girlfriend since high school dumped him for his best friend and he's constantly getting beat up by a group of local gang members. His dad left him and his mom when he became rich from the lottery and got a new family, one free of debt and burdens as he called it. His mom works 3 jobs to keep everything from falling apart, except for herself slowly. One day on his way home with the very first and new fully immersive VRMMORPG called Realm of Myths and Legends or RML for short, he died from a hit and run car accident. RML was advertised as the worlds first fully immersive VRMMORPG, allowing for players with skill sets in the real world, like sword training, martial arts, archery or reaction time, to benefit in the game itself! Though Jin died and at that moment a soul from another world crossed over into his body and inherited his memories. The man known as Izroth once hailed as the greatest cultivator in the seven realms, soul reincarnates into the modern world year 20xx in the body of Jin.

"What are all these strange memories flowing into my mind..? I've been to all seven realms and have never seen one like this. Earth is it?"

"M-My cultivation..! It's back to nothing! This body is so weak and spiritual essence here is scarce. But my soul strength is untainted."

"I'll make right all the wrongs that have been done to you, your revenge shall come."

"It's called a video game? I'll play it! Since you've given me this body even though it wasn't planned, I'll accomplish your goal of becoming #1."

"So sects here are called guilds... I'll make the strongest one there is!"

"Ha? World greatest gamer? Don't think you can bully me and not pay the price!"

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The next day after Javar recovered fully, he returned with his daily routine.

Behind the shady tree, close to the battle class, three students were seen hiding in the shade of a tree. The three of them paid attention to the battle class they were supposed to enter.

A student had blond hair, round blue eyes, and pale skin. Laziness can be seen on his face. From the look on his face, it was very clear that he did not want to join the battle class. That student was Ajie.

Other students had white hair, glazed gray color eyes, and olive skin. The student did not have an expression on his face. That student was Izan.

Other students had dark hair, round brown eyes, and bright skin. Joy radiated from his face. He was ready to return to his daily activities. That student was Javar.

"So, what should we do now? We don't have fighting strength. How can we fight other students?" said Ajie.

The ability of a god or commonly called [GIFT] was an ability that was given to every child who was ten years old. Every ten year old child will performed the ritual of receiving the power given by the god. That power was received before the child enters the academy. This ability was obtained through contracts with the gods.

Contracting with the gods was not difficult. A person just needs to wrote  his name using their blood on a special paper. Later, a child will be chosen by a god

The power given by the gods was random power. No child knew what strength will be given to him. The hope of every child was of course to get the greatest strength. However, one must develop their own strength. Even though the power came from a god, the good results were not from an instant process.

"It's better now that we avoid the battle class first. I'm sure ... if we don't attend class, no students will pay attention to us." Javar said.

The classes at the Academy were open classes. Everyone was free to choose to enter any class. However, the academy had its own standards for being able to choose students. Students with inadequate abilities will be expelled from the academy.

The most popular class in the academy was the fighting class. The teacher who taught in the fighting class was the best teacher in the field of battle. The teachers taught how to use the power of the gods and how to increase that power.

The stronger a person was, the more respect others had towards him. That was what made every student want to be a strong fighter. But not all students can did it. Examples were Ajie, Izan, and Javar. The three of them had lost their god's abilities.

The power of the gods in the bodies of Izan, Ajie, and Javar was a source of problems according to the gods. Therefore, the contract made by Ajie, Javar, and Izan to the gods, was destroyed by the god himself. It aimed to avoid disasters caused by them.

"Hmmm ... I also agree with your idea. Hiding is more beneficial for us," Ajie nodded, then continued, "So ... how do we find the person you mentioned yesterday?" said Ajie.

The teacher mentioned by Javar was named Rovel. Rovel's whereabouts were unknown to the three of them. Every teacher in the academy had his own classroom, but that didn't apply to Rovel.

Rovel was just the name that came to Javar's mind. In the past, he accidentally found the name behind a book. It was a book about using ancient techniques. What made Javar certain that Rovel was an academy teacher was that book. On the back of the book it said: "Want to learn this technique? Please contact me - Rovel". But until now, he had never heard Rovel's name apart from that thing.

Javar crossed his arms then bowed his head.

Ajie and Izan also though about how they can found Rovel.

1 minute, 2 minutes. There were still no signs that the idea will pop into their heads.

10 minutes had passed. They though hard so their heads were hot. Finally one of them gave up.

"Ahhh," Izan said, then laid down on the grass.

The two friends followed what Izan was doing. The three of them finally laid in their hiding place.

"Thinking like this makes me hungry." Ajie stroked his stomach.

"Have you never felt anything other than hunger and hunger?" sneered Javar at Ajie.

"Let's eat. The more I'm hungry, the more I can't think," Ajie said, ignoring what Javar had said.

Ajie immediately stood up and walked towards the canteen.

"Hey, hey, hey ... do you want to leave us like that?" Javar said, then he hurried to his feet after Ajie.

Izan did the same with his two friends.

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After they went to the canteen and filled their stomachs. They finally decided to go to the library where Javar read the book.

The academy library was a large library. There were three floors in the library. Bookshelves were neatly lined with books inside. The books were arranged according to their respective categories and alphabet. So it will be very easy to find a book

The destination of Javar, Ajie, and Izan was the first floor of the library. This book was located in the ancient fighting technique section. When they headed there, there was a middle-aged man reading a book in a narrow alley.

The man had a handsome face, dark brown hair and split hair style. The man continued to concentrate on reading the book he was holding when Javar, Izan, and Ajie entered the hall.

The book that the man read could be clearly seen by Javar. The bookwas the book sought by Javar. Is someone interested in the book I'm looking for?

Javar told his two friends that the book that man reading was the book they were looking for. Ajie and Izan nodded at Javar after they heard what Javar said.

Seeing that man seriously read the ancient technique book, even though they were in the same aisle, made Javar increasingly curious about the man. Finally Javar approached the man to dispel his curiosity.

"Sorry, sir," Javar said politely to the man.

The man does not care about Javar. He continued to read seriously the book he was holding.

"Ahem ahem ... forgive me, sir." Javar called back the man. Maybe that person didn't hear what he said.

But the man only glanced slightly at Javar, before continuing reading.

Seeing this, Javar and Ajie began to fell upset. Ajie could not contain his emotions, then he approached the man.

"Excuse me sir!" Ajie shouted right next to the middle-aged man.

Finally, the man looked at the three of them and said, "Don't you see? The road is very wide. Do you still have to get me out of here? How rude. Have you never been taught good manners by your parents?"

They were dumbfounded by the man's words. Their mouths and eyes were wide open. There were no words that can be explained in this incident.

Javar pulled a long face. So does he think we just want to pass this aisle? So does he not know that we will talk to him? So who exactly is wrong? We who want to ask, or he who focuses on reading books. So who is the fool between us?

Humans, monsters, gods. I don't care about all that.

All I want is an egg. Yes an egg.

An egg I don't know its origin. But I'm sure these egg is legendary monster egg.

Who is not curious to see an egg that you don't know about?

I'm sure everyone will be greedy if they see these egg.

They will not hesitate to take these egg.

Then, will I take it or leave it?

Of course I will take it.

But, what happens if I take these egg?

Damn, I'm wreaking havoc.

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