In an existence where his kind is expected to follow certain rules and commands for which they were created, an angel battles to claim his identity and find his path.
First book of a Sequel.

In an existence where his kind is expected to follow certain rules and commands for which they were created, an angel battles to claim his identity and find his path.
First book of a Sequel.

Bran's face remained sullen after a minute of silence.
"It's such a shame.... the tree loved you so. That meant you were destined to be incredibly intelligent which would mean incredibly talented in the arts of magic." Bran said in a defeated tone.
"But wouldn't it be possible to go down both paths?" Xavier asked trying his hardest to find a way out of his current predicament.
"It's possible.... But you would have to be of at least Warrior level 3 to even think about it. At least Level 5 to be certain." Bran said sadly.
"But... Why?!" Xavier asked in confusion.
"Hmm... I suppose since you have amnesia you wouldn't really remember much about the paths I suppose." Bran said after thinking for a moment
"Well you see... Warriors bodys at early stages make it impossible to harness mana in the way that Mages have need to. Mages need to hold there body within and that means that they can't strengthen there body to much or else there mana will be sucked dry by the body." He said.
"You probably haven't noticed this because you haven't tried to increase your mana by meditation. But it is true. The only way you could theoretically become a wizard is at the beginning and end of the third and fifth level of the path of the warrior."
"They are respectively known as 'Battle Will Emergence' and 'Battle Spirit Emergence'. In these stages you could theoretically combine a Battle Will and Mana / Battle Spirit and Mana. This would make the energy source much stronger and it wouldn't be limited by the body which would be much more efficient but the issue with this is that if you don't do it absolutely perfect then you could ruin your spirit and will." He said in a final tone.
"And the Battle spirit and will are what make a Warrior... a Warrior." He finished.
"So... it seems I'm a Warrior for good." Xavier said in resignation. 
"Yep... I suppose I can still show you the art of Gardening but It will be much harder since you won't be able to sense mana. Or at least as easier as a those on the Mage Path." Bran said with a tinge of hope within his voice. 
A smile slowly spread across his face as he started walking past Xavier and then said in an excited manner "Follow me. I'll show you something that might cheer you up." 
Xavier nodded in silence as he followed Bran as he walked through the huge Garden. After around ten minutes they arrived once more at The Tree of Wisdom. 
"You see. This tree could probably help you out if it truly believes in you. Every book on it's shelves is something that nature itself created. So if you studied hard enough you could probably become a gardener like me." Bran said with a smile on his face. 
"But to even think about it you will have to go up there and read around thirty books. You won't have the innate skills required to become a full blooded gardener so... you have to make it up with pure brunt force intellect." Bran said as he motioned at the tree. "And this should help you." 
"You will have to first read around 24 books to understand the fundamentals of being a Gardener... It's kind of hard to explain and it's only something that can be explained after you learn it. If your lucky you may learn it after the first book but I doubt that. It took me until around thirty books to understand but then again I was reading the wrong books." Bran said as he gently stepped on to a branch and motioned for Xavier to step on it too. 
After it started to ascend with him and Bran on it he talked once more "The best explanation of what you need to learn is... the innate act of being a gardener. To put it into my understandings it's... the care one puts towards the plants though it is slightly different for every person." 
Xavier felt as if he had heard it before. 'Care towards plants.... I've definitely heard of that before. Plants... Care.... Care is like... Love?' 
"You mean A Gardener's Love?" Xavier asked in a quiet manner. 
Bran stiffened as he began to think. "That's.... a very correct way to define it. It feels right... Wait does that mean... You already have learned it?" He said in an excited manner. 
"Yeah... I learned it after the first book I read." 
"So you can hear them?" Bran asked. Almost as if doubting Xavier. 
Xavier became confused. 'Hear them? Hear who?' He wasn't even sure what the skill did to be honest. So how would he know what it did let alone know how to hear whatever he was talking about. 
But then again the system seemed to always want to interrupt his train of thought. 
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<Gardner's Love: LV: 1 (0/100)>
This skill allows you to hear the forest. Each plant is special and you know that. They can feel your kindness and love for them and will give you there words as thanks. This skill spends 1 Mana per minute of use. 
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"I guess I can.... I didn't really know until now." Xavier said still confused on how one could 'Hear the forest'. 
"Then talk to them." Bran said simply. A poker face appearing on his face. 
'I guess System activate 'Gardner's Love'?' Xavier thought. 
And he was greeted by silence. The system didn't reply. He asked again before he noticed something. It was loud. Very loud. After focusing on the sounds around him he realized there where thousands of words echoing through the garden around him. They all were unique but all of them had one thing in which they shared. 
They all said "Thank you. For caring for us. For loving us." 
It was a simple phrase but one they couldn't stop saying. It seemed almost as if they were so excited by the fact that someone showed compassion and understanding towards them that they had almost stopped functioning as they couldn't stop saying there thanks. 
"S-Stop... Please... You don't need to say thank you." Xavier said, flustered. 
"THANK YOU." Replied a symphony of voices that refused to stop. 
Bran finally began to smile. It started as a smirk before slowly raising to a grin that could eat Sh*t. Then it devolved to a belly laugh that echoed even louder than the million voices around Xavier. 
"HAHAHAHA-HAHAHA." He said before gulping for air and continuing once more "HAHAHA- YOU REALLY CAN TALK TO THEM. YOUR A FREAKING MONSTER HAHAHAHA" 
'Is he broken?' Was the last thing Xavier thought before the branch stopped.

Xavier Style. A Person who was born crippled. He started his life's journey with a deformity in his his lower body that hindered muscle growth by a large amount. Because of this he was only able to walk by the time he was 6. But just as things looked like they were gonna get better he suffered his first but not last bout of cancer. 

Over the next 18 years of his life he found himself in and out of hospitals struggling to survive. After his second bout of cancer he became paralyzed from the hip down. Crippled was all he knew at that point of his life. Besides the fact that he knew it was gonna end soon. He was slipping in and out of consciousness and could barely stomach food. But he wasn't sad. He wasn't angry. He was happy. He wanted it to end. This cursed life needed to end. 

But then he met him. Nik, he called himself. Offered him a second chance at life. A chance to become immortal and have fun with others who would be special just like he was. A second chance was what Nik offered. And it's what Xavier took without a moment's notice.

Minjun's point of view:

I walked into my room, shoulders slumped. The sight visit was canceled. The workers called in, canceling last minute. I really wanted to go there, wanted to explore Rome, and learn more about their culture.

I laid on the bed, hoping for a dreamless nap. It's not that I don't like dreaming, dreaming of Taehyung, soaking in him. I just wanted to get some sleep, to be more energetic to love Jirae. He was an angel, deserving the best and only the best.

I relaxed myself, sinking into the soft bed, sighing in relief. My breathing leveled, my conscious mind soon shutting out, putting me into a sweet, dreamless sleep. It was relaxing, the rest benefitting my sleep.

Author's point of view:

Mia paced back and forth in her hotel room, Lily looking at her with a worried face. Mia couldn't understand what was happening to Minjun. Others could think that Minjun was overthinking this whole thing but, not Mia. Why? Just cause anything and everything is possible.

She was brilliant, her IQ being 135. But then, this was not a matter of logic and rational thinking. Something mysterious was happening, sending Minjun's mind in a trance, taking him to Jirae every damn time.

"Babe, do you happen to know anyone by the name Dara?" Lisa questioned, looking at Lily. "Hmm...I think so," Lily answered, getting out of the bed, reaching for one of the history books from the bed table.

She handed the book to Mia, saying, "I'm positive there's information about a warrior named Dara. He took part in a war against Babylonians, it seems. It is in the 39th chapter." Lily finished, Mia hurrying to the 39th chapter.

Mia started reading, finishing a whole chapter in a span of five minutes, her constant reading helping her. The book indeed said some things about the warrior, like how he could handle pain and the scar on his shoulder. 

Mia was shocked, the person from Minjun's dream was indeed a real person, a warrior from the 5th century if we're being more accurate. She knew something was happening, somewhat having an idea of the situation but, her mind was left confused from the newfound information. 

"Thanks, love," She muttered, giving Lily a small peck on the lips before Lily could even question anything. Mia had to read the whole book to get some more information on what was happening to Minjun, but her want to reveal the information she knew to Minjun stopped her.

She got out, reaching Minjun's hotel room as soon as possible. They both had different rooms on different floors, the hotel management squeezing them in despite the rooms being full. She quickly climbed the stairs, her claustrophobia being a real pain in the ass.

She finally reached Minjun's room, knocking on the door, waiting for the young man to come out. She knocked again, a little louder assuming that Minjun was asleep. The book in her hand was heavy, making her sigh internally at the thought of reading it fully. She was a fiction person, anyway.

Minjun opened the door, muttering profanities under his breath. As soon as Minjun opened the door, Mia rushed inside, placing the book on the table, her wrists hurting.

"Minjun, I found something!" Was the first words she said, her words alarming Minjun, waking him up from the theta state. "The Dara you told me about, he is a warrior. He also has a scar on his shoulder. That's what the book says!" She exclaimed, Minjun turning his attention towards the book.

"Is it yours?" Minjun questioned, pointing at the rather large book. It was titled, 'A glimpse into the history of ancient Rome.' "No, it's Lily's, why?" Mia questioned back after giving away the answer, turning her head towards the book.

"Tell her I'm borrowing it," Minjun answered, "Just please ask her if she knows anything about Jirae..." He finished, taking the book in his veiny milk like smooth hands, examining it.

"Sure thing, Jun-ah. I'll be leaving now." Mia smiled, Minjun returning it before muttering, "Thank you for doing this..." Making her smile wider, clearly happy to help, leaving the room.

Minjun closed the door after she left, sitting on the loveseat, starting to read the book already. He was anxious, the reason unknown as he flipped the pages of the book one by one hoping to find something about Jirae.

Minjun was so immersed in the book, forgetting that it was dinner time already. He sighed, sleepy from reading so much. Can't blame him tho, his mind getting tired from the intake of information. His stomach rumbled, making him close the book, opening the door to get out of his room.

He got to the dining room of the hotel, getting the food he desired, finishing it at a slow pace. 'Should start working out, Jun.' He thought, sighing. He quickly got to his room by the elevator, wanting nothing more than sleep or well, Minjun.

He took a shower, finishing his night routines before going to bed, grinning as he let himself taste the sweet feeling of sleep, Jirae's sweeter anyway, he thought.

He woke up, the bright shining light letting him guess that it was indeed Rome he was in. He never sleeps with his windows open anyway. He couldn't feel his left hand, it being numb as Jirae had fallen asleep on the hard muscle.

He admired Jirae's face, so so innocent, so baby-like and pure, the sorrow the prostitute had within him invisible, making Minjun feel giddy as his heart swelled, his soul wanting nothing more but, Jirae.

Jirae slowly opened his eyes, his eyes widening, realizing where he was. He looked at Minjun, locking eyes with the man who was smiling lovingly at him. The emotion his eyes held, Jirae could name it within the blink of an eye. 

It was oh so beautiful, oh so familiar, Jirae's heartbeat raising, his eyes fluttering close in shyness, a baby pink dusting his cheeks, butterflies erupting from the pit of his stomach because of Minjun's gaze. 

'Oh, no! This couldn't be happening!' His soul sobbed, his eyes shutting themselves harder, harsher, trying to push in the tear like tears that sure would tear Minjun's heart. 'I don't want him to die for loving me yet, I still want him all for myself... It's almost greedy.' He thought, sighing.

"I have to go, Minjun." He said, making the other man widen his eyes for the quarter of a second. "You didn't answer me yet," Minjun demanded, his brows furrowing letting the beauty sigh.

Jirae got up, looking at Minjun, the uneasiness evident in his face. Jirae didn't want to tell his truth to Minjun, afraid of the thought of the foreign man leaving him before he even became a part of Jirae's life, of Jirae.

Jirae was in a dilemma, wanting Minjun more than anything yet, wanting nothing to do with Minjun. He wanted Minjun to want him yet, he couldn't bring himself to start something with Minjun. But, he had already started it... He feared, feared for Minjun life. He valued Minjn's life more than his own, his feelings.

"Come by my place by the evening, I'll tell you when you get there," Jirae answered, his deep voice wavering ever so slightly. "But, I don't know where you live!" Minjun exclaimed, getting up, taking Jirae's slender hands in his own harder ones. 

Jirae leaned closer, his breath embracing Minjun's in an oh, so intimate way, both men wanting nothing more than each other. They were drawn closer to each other, every second crucial in this relationship, it being thinner than ice, death holding the power to break it any second.

"If you want to know about it that much, then you'd find where I live," Jirae murmured, his lips almost touching Minjun's burning skin, sending chills up the buffer man's body. They wanted each other so much, the thick air confirming it.

Jirae slowly tilted his head, leaning in further, placing a soft lingering peck on the other man's cheek, letting Minjun's cheeks bloom a soft pink. "I'll be expecting you..." Jirae whispered, his voice smooth, dripping with such sweetness it made Minjun's heart race.

With that Jirae left, ready to leave Minjun after one last night.

But, it doesn't take much for one night to turn into many, does it?

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(a/n: please support my story!)

“Jirae is my purpose.”

Jeon Minjun, a 21st-century archeologist fell in love with Jirae, Kim Jirae, the most beautiful prostitute of the 5th century. They loved each other, yes, but life isn't all rainbows and butterflies now, is it?

The sun shone down softly to dance on the ground as animals of the forest welcomed the warmth, unaware of the brooding shadow to come. As clouds gathered, a storm's destructive power became restless as a soft rain began. The sound of thunder echoed swiftly with heavy footsteps that swiftly met the ground. An older man stopped to reach his gnarled hands to the sky as he chanted to command lightning. His red cloak embroidered with gems twisted sharply with a bitter wind, his white hair swirled and danced as he breathed in heavy strokes. A warrior had caught up to him, and his eyes were aflame when he withdrew his sword, and he took a striking stance as it glistened as the rain ran down the blade.
The warrior's voice boomed louder than the thunder that rumbled. "Are you the fabled bright one?"
The mage stood silent, throwing hands again to the sky as lightning pierced the earth and the wind raged in fright. The warrior brought his gilded sword forward, and with the speed of lightning itself, his movements became hidden from the eyes of the mage.
The mage turned his face to the sky and let the rain cleanse his face as the sharp pain of death exploded from his chest. In horror, he saw the blade emerge from his body covered in his blood as the thunder echoed his pain as the clouds swept back to reveal the sun. The warrior cleaned his sword and placed it back within its scabbard, as a soft voice echoed in his head.
"Where there be water and ice you must seek for me."
His eyes became clear, and he walked on to the destiny that awaited a fabled lore knight. The warrior named Darkma is from an ancient elvish race and the last known of the dark elves. He searches for the bright one, who is a descendant of the gods. This journey is one of many trials to meet this lone swordsman's fate. 
"Shadows fall upon the day-night has finally come. The songs of birds cease to sing. I walk within the weary night with nightmares in my head. The stars have hidden behind the clouds; the moon hidden and unseen. I walk restlessly as the dragon comes my way. Who now will save me? Who will slay the dragon whose breath of ice may freeze my beating heart? Where is the brave one who will save my light?" Passage XV Plight of the Princess
Zylana closed the book; she ran her fingers across the engraved title "The Mystic Tome of the High Elves." The book told legends that followed Elven magic users' destinies casting spells to save the kingdom and detailed accounts of Elven princesses who waited for a knight to rescue them. Zylana, herself a princess of her realm, knew the only fate that awaited her was death.
The elven book also foretold legends of greatness and sorrow to come to pass. Passage XV is the cry of the princess calling forth her salvation. Zylana turned the page to the tale of woe that foretold the destiny of Zylana, and she read it aloud.
"Princess of eternal light, can you not feel the dragon rise? A princess of royalty, a High Elf and great beauty whose eyes are blue as a clear sky, hair that is light itself from the sun and scars of where there were wings. She is the maiden that the dragon from the sea seeks, for her power must protect the land. Princess of purity will celebrate her twenty-first year as the sun shines upon flowers that blossom as her song rings true. Dark clouds will overtake the blue sky with a cold, bitter wind that will overtake the flowers' sweet smell. The dragon will emerge from the sea and launch into the sky. Once the dragon lands upon the earth, then it will turn the princess into ice. This sorrowful destiny will be the fate of the princess meant to give her power. The dragon will return to rest in the sea to never be seen again on the land. So will the princesses' cruel fate come to pass. " Passage XVI The Princess and the Sea
Princess Zylana closed the book once more, and it would be one week until her twenty-first birthday would take place. Her mother and father, the king and queen, had begun to make all the necessary arrangements for food, music, and guests. The thought of losing their only child had seemed to escape notice as they accepted their daughter's sacrifice and showed no emotions of pity or sadness.
Zylana refused that her fate would be so cruel, and her reflectiveness was suddenly interrupted by a loud knocking on her chamber doors. For a second, she feared it was the dragon who could no longer wait.
She closed her eyes and breathed. "Come in, please."
Zylana closed her eyes as the doors creaked open; the footsteps entered. She opened her eyes, instantly smiling when seeing it was her protector, Darkma.
He bowed extremely low. "Dearest princess, I have come to wish you a fair and good night."
"I thank you. For myself, I cannot wish for pleasant dreams." Her eyes glanced down to the book.
Darkma took notice of the book as well, and his face hardened. He came to her bedside and picked up the book from where it lay on her lap.
Darkma placed it on her side table. "This book of legends has one passage I despise. Please do not read this book anymore, dear princess."
Zylana looked sadly at him. "I cannot be blind to my demise."
Darkma's heart ached painfully; he seemed the only one genuinely affected by the princess's oncoming death as the love he had for her was his truth.
His position stiffened. "I am appointed to protect you, my princess. I have to keep you from harm."
"No Darkma." Zylana bowed her head, "was it not but a week ago that my mother and father instructed that you become the general of the army. Your services are no longer with me."
"My decision has not yet been made. My loyalty is great with this land; however, greater with you." His devotion to her was what had guided him as her guardian.
Zylana heard nothing sweeter than the words that came from Darkma; her affection for him was beyond her lost hope for love. She could not love and experience its vibrant form; her life never thought further than the day of her twenty-first year. She held within dreams that if she let them out, her heart would only weep and never stop. Zylana did not speak and held her gaze away from Darkma's eyes as she felt herself begin to cry.
Darkma watched her fight back the tears, and he felt responsible for upsetting her. "I will leave you in peace. May the calm of this night take you to sweet dreams and let no nightmares haunt you."
Darkma bowed, then turned and walked away as Zylana still did not look his way until she heard him leave; she raised her head and opened her lips to speak. The moment had passed, and now the silence of the night crept over the room, the stillness of everything consuming Zylana as she sat still for a long time. She picked up the Elven book and reread passage XVI until she fell into sleep.
Three days passed, the King Ruvnik and Queen Haera summoned Darkma to the throne room; he walked in dressed in his formal wear as a royal knight. He walked up and bowed in their honour, then went down on one knee in respect. They sat stiffly in their thrones with their best knight Gorion to the queen's left.
The king spoke. "Darkma, we have implored you to be the defender of our innocent daughter; now her fate will be sealed. There is no longer any need for you to provide service to her."
The coldness in his voice upset Darkma, who made no movement or sound, but inside he grew truly disturbed as he held his tongue.
"You have served us well, Darkma." The queen took her turn to speak, "You can now become a great man. You were only to protect our daughter until her fate was to come, and now that it shall soon be, you may fulfil your destiny to be a hero for our people."
Darkma spoke with a force of reverence. "I shall be her hero and will protect her until the end. Even when the dragon comes, I wish to be at her side."
"Darkma." The queen took a moment to breathe before she replied. "I will approve this request. After you have stepped forward to deliver the princess to the dragon, we will wish for you to become the general to our army."
Drama bowed his head, "So shall it be."
"The tale is foretold, and the dragon will have our offering." The queen's face was stone.
She dismissed Darkma, who rose and then left after another deep bow. Gorion shared a quick look with the queen and left to follow behind Darkma.
Gorion caught up in the hallway and grabbed Darkma by the shoulder. "You have been distant through the weeks as I am sure you are frightened due to losing the position you have had for ten years."
Darkma stopped and removed Gorion's hand. "I am not to report what will come as I have my orders."
"You are loyal beyond words, Darkma, which is why it would be foolish for you to pass the chances to serve the kingdom. You are a great man and will be the greatest general ever in our history, this I speak true. There is a greater future for you soon, my friend."
Darkma never valued Gorion as a friend, but as a dog for the queen, so he only tried to smile lightly. "I will see my efforts as I see best."
"You are prepared to do what everything will require for the kingdom?" Gorion asked pointedly.
"You know best what length I will do for our futures." Darkma then turned to leave.
Gorion watched Darkman walk away, feeling nothing but the pure emotion of jealousy.
*
Eleven years ago, Darkma had arrived in the kingdom a mysterious figure who had helped the army in defeat against invading Ork raiders. His heroic actions tell how he defeated the horde leader who had monstrously killed hundreds of the High Elf warriors. Zylana remembered her handmaiden, Amra telling highlights sung from the bards who had lauded the triumph of the warrior who had won the day. With the height of the kingdom celebrating, Zylana had no way of participating as she was so young. All the sounds of the celebrations went into the early hours, even while the princess slept. In the next couple of days, all the news came to the princess through Amra, giving updated information. The new Elf had been offered a room inside the castle and received a position within the army.
One day out in the garden Zylana ran after her cat Cithrel who darted past the young warrior Gorion. At sixteen, he was a member of the low-rank army and had been close to the Queen even though he often made Zylana feel uncomfortable. She avoided him to find her tabby cat in another part of the walkway trying to play with leaves on the ground. She threw a golden ball trinket, and the feline ignored the leaves to finally batter the toy in interest. At that moment, an elf with grey skin and black hair came around the corner, stopping to bend down and pet Cithrel gently, who let out his mighty purr of enjoyment. Zylana was startled by the strange man's presence as his look was different from the elves in this land. She stood still, perhaps hoping he would not take notice of her as she curiously watched him with interest.
Finally, Darkma spotted her, his mysterious silver eyes softening.
"Good evening, princess." He bowed his head, "I am Darkma."
Zylana did not say a word, yet she did not have to.
"I heard you are shy. I can tell that you are also scared of me, for I am strange to you. You must wonder why I do not look alike as the elves in your kingdom."
He sat upon the ground with his legs crossed and let Cithrel step onto his lap and curl himself up to fall asleep by Darkma's touch.
"You might have fears, for I know what you may feel." His head was still lowered when he, with sadness laced in his voice, continued. "I see within your eyes that you are not alike as the other elves; there is something inside of you that is powerful."
Zylana spoke softly, "I am doomed to die."
Darkma raised his head, showing his full handsome features as his heart sank. "I have been told this is your fate as the princess of this land."
They shared an honest, open look before Zylana stepped forward, "Have you come to save me?"
He closed his eyes, "I came to this land drawn by the energy of this place. I may stay if that is what is best for this land."
The princess smiled shyly, "I wish for you to protect me."
Zylana's handmaiden showed up in shock to see her shy charge talking so openly to the new Elf. "Princess, why are you asking him to protect you?"
"Darkma is one who may stay at my side, I hope even if my life is short." She picked up Cithrel and looked at Amra with pleading eyes. "I hope that he can stay in the kingdom and become my own knight."
Amra silently ushered Zylana back inside to attend her harp lessons and took an opportunity to plead with the king and queen the wishes of the princess. From that day, Darkma was given a duty to protect her and be always at her side. It is unknown if the royals decided to indulge their princess from pity or for practical means of keeping the strongest warrior to stay within the land. Their friendship formed between the bright young princess and the dark swordsman developed through lighthearted conversations of honesty. Zylana told the legends of the kingdom, and Darkma told her a few stories of his travels; his duty was more of friendship and kindness, the same as what she shared with Arma. There were times the three of them together seemed to be alone in the kingdom of thousands as they read and laughed merrily on their own terms. The princess had needed the laughter in the last years to gain enjoyment each moment so that gloom would not overset her disposition. Zylana's bravery kept others striving for more, and it was her leadership in her role that proved that her power was for the land and not her source for freedom. The truth of how exhausted she became was never shown on her face, and the weight of her future could never be seen on her lovely face. Deep inside, it ate away her hope that there would be a change; it had settled close to Zylana's heart, where her love for Darkma remained locked and untouched.

The legend of Dark Elf, Darkma, who travels through many lands as a lone swordsman. A soft voice pleaded with this warrior to search for a light of the Goddess for the land to be blessed. Darkma comes to be welcomed in a Kingdom called Nha Fameas, where a powerful princess lives. When Darkma is knighted, he becomes her protector as their strange connection links them to the land's energy. Will the knight be strong enough to go against fate and save the princess who will fall into a legend of sacrifice?

The love between Cai Tan and Ruan Yun was true. This caused Sun Mo to be at a loss of how to handle this. If he punished Ruan Yun, he might even cause Cai Tan to be extremely sorrowful and depressed.
"Forget it, I will just observe the situation for now!"
If Cai Tan's condition didn't become better, Sun Mo would definitely not permit things to get worse!
Thud! Thud!
Sun Mo knocked and opened the door to the headmaster office.
"Sit!"
An Xinhui went to pour the tea.
"There's no need for the tea. I came here to ask if I can enter the old headmaster's book collection room to take a look?"
Sun Mo didn't like to beat around the bush.
"You should refer to him as 'grandpa' too!"
An Xinhui rebuked. When they were young, because of her grandfather's admiration and doting love for Sun Mo's father, her grandfather also grew fond of Sun Mo and allowed Sun Mo to call him 'grandfather'.
"I feel that addressing him as the old headmaster will represent my respect for him better!"
Sun Mo was someone very traditional, so he attached huge importance to this. (Who are you to me? Why should I call you grandfather?) However, he knew that An Xinhui had no ill intentions, or he would have shot back verbally long ago.
"Alright then!"
An Xinhui sighed. Although Sun Mo put things nicely, she could hear that Sun Mo was rejecting this idea. Hence, she could only return to her office desk and pulled open a drawer, taking out a key.
"There…"
However, when An Xinhui wanted to pass the key to Sun Mo, she suddenly changed her mind. "Let's go. I will accompany you, and I can introduce the book arrangement to you as well."
An Xinhui wasn't worried that Sun Mo would damage these books. Rather, she wanted them to improve their relationship. She had chatted with Jin Mujie previously and knew that Sun Mo's performance in the trip to Darkness Continent was very outstanding. Even Fang Wuji had invited him over to teach at the Myriad Daos Academy.
The old headmaster was a secondary saint. He had visited many places in his life and had also collected many classics. Most of the books in his collection came from some ruins on the Darkness Continent.
These classics were all hidden in the old headmaster's private book collection room. Other than great teachers who had contributed to the school, no one else was permitted to browse them.
It wasn't that the old headmaster was stingy and unwilling to share. He knew very well that people wouldn't cherish things that were too easily obtained.
The book collection room was located at the north of the villa zone. It was a stone tower with three levels. Because there were many Picea Asperata (a type of spruce) planted in the surroundings, the environment was secluded and beautiful.
An Xinhui pushed open the door to the stone tower, but she didn't enter immediately, choosing to wait at the door. 
A minute later, a two-meter-tall warrior appeared. It was clad in heavy armor, and even its head was fully covered by a helmet. It was fully armed.
Its face couldn't be seen, but its eyes were glowing red and looked extremely bizarre.
Its armor was already worn down, with many scratches on it. But because of this, it radiated a sharp killing intent naturally. Its weapon was a long katana. Although it was sheathed, it gave off the feeling that it could be unsheathed at any time to slash at the necks of enemies.
Sun Mo felt a sense of pressure that caused his breathing to be disrupted.
After the warrior saw An Xinhui, it turned its gaze onto Sun Mo.
"It's the guardian warrior of the book collection tower. Those who enter without my permission would be killed by it."
An Xinhui explained.
"This is Sun Mo, a teacher of the Central Province Academy!" An Xinhui paused and added, "Also, he is my fiance!"
The warrior, which originally stood unmoving, suddenly took two steps forward, directly walking toward Sun Mo. After that, it lowered its head to Sun Mo's face and looked into his eyes.
"Could this be a living puppet?"
Sun Mo was curious.
In Middle-Earth Nine Provinces, there was a subject named puppetry. The subject was created for people who specialized in researching battle puppets and mechanical puppets, etc.
This subject could be divided into a few branches. Among them, the most mysterious as well as the most terrifying one was to transform a human into a puppet.
"Nope!"
An Xinhui hurriedly clarified. Because the living puppet technique was considered as something from the evil path, it was a forbidden technique.
Sun Mo searched his memories. His original-self had come here before when he was a child and was frightened by that warrior puppet. After that, he no longer wanted to come here to play.
"It is one of the guardians of the Central Province Academy. It doesn't like people approaching or touching it!"
She then led Sun Mo through the corridor and entered the stone tower. "This level consists of various books and classics from famous authors on the Nine Provinces. There are also encyclopedias here, and we only have one copy for some of them. Try your best not to damage them."
"Understood!"
Sun Mo glanced over. The shelf was packed with books and emitting a sandalwood fragrance. This should be for repelling bugs, preventing the books from being eaten.
"The second level consists of books about Darkness Continent. And the third level consists of my grandfather's self-written notes."
An Xinhui passed the key to Sun Mo.
"Can I enter the third level?"
The notes of a secondary saint would surely consist of his important experiences and effort. Usually speaking, outsiders would never be permitted to read such a precious thing.
"You can!"
An Xinhui explained, "There's also an underground level storing a collection of books. The most important ancient records and books of the Central Province Academy are stored there. However, my grandfather set a rule saying that only people who finished reading every single book on the three levels are qualified to head down."
"Understood!"
Sun Mo could understand this. There were also levels of knowledge. If someone couldn't even understand the books on the upper three levels, it would merely be a waste of time if they ventured underground.
Hu~
An Xinhui silently heaved a sigh of relief. She was worried Sun Mo might be angry and felt that she was too strict especially considering their relationship. But now, it seemed that he was someone easy to talk to.
Ding!
Favorable impression points from An Xinhui +10. Friendly (470/1,000).
Sun Mo glanced at An Xinhui, wondering why she contributed favorable impression points. As expected, women were hard to understand.
However, An Xinhui was truly beautiful.
Li Ziqi, Lu Zhiruo, and even Ying Baiwu could be considered budding beauties, but they were too young. The underripe feeling they exuded made it clear to everyone that they were still children. Other than a pervert, no males would feel a stirring in their hearts for them.
Jin Mujie was also very beautiful and had a buxom figure. However, when the majority of guys looked at her, their first glance would surely be directed toward her breasts, their second glance toward her rear, and after that, their juniors would erect, and they would wish to bed her.
(Love? Stand aside, let me settle my physiological needs first!)
There was no solution to this. Jin Mujie was simply that excellent.
As for Gu Xiuxun, she was pretty too, but she lacked a hint of confidence compared to An Xinhui, as well as a little bit of maturity. It was clear she was a young woman who had just entered society.
When in a relationship with such a woman, no men would feel stress.
An Xinhui was 23. Although she was just three years older than Gu Xiuxun, because of her experiences, her demeanor was very different.
Her eyes would always be filled with fatigue from work, but there was also determination and a hint of pride. This was a woman who would never concede.
Being together with her would cause the male party to feel pressure as heavy as a mountain. She was simply too outstanding, so outstanding to the extent that men might feel inferior.
(Love? It doesn't exist!)
Out of ten men, eight to nine of them wouldn't be able to get erect before An Xinhui. When she looked at you, you would always feel a judging look in her eyes. It was like a fresh graduate facing a strict interviewer when the former was looking for jobs. The first thing you think of wouldn't be love, but rather if you had committed any mistakes? 
Sun Mo had no wish to be a simp. Hence, he didn't have any intention to curry favor with An Xinhui. After she introduced the book collection tower, Sun Mo prepared to explore it himself.
"I'll have to trouble you then!"
As Sun Mo spoke, he cast the Encyclopedic Knowledge halo on himself.
One couldn't help but say that this halo was truly powerful. As the halo was used, his mind immediately cleared, entering the most optimal state for learning.
"Encyclopedic Knowledge?"
An Xinhui was astonished. After not seeing Sun Mo for half-a-month, how did he comprehend yet another great teacher halo? She tried to endure her curiosity but eventually failed as she asked, "Little Momo, how many great teacher halos do you possess now?"
"Six!"
Sun Mo's words were concise and comprehensive. He was searching for books that had a detailed introduction to spirit qi. He wanted to understand the reason behind the papaya girl's frightening spirit qi absorption.
"H..how many?"
An Xinhui thought she had heard it wrongly.
"Six!"
Sun Mo moved past the bookshelf.
"..."
An Xinhui's mouth was in an 'O' shape. It opened so wide that it was enough to stuff a huge banana inside. Six halos? Was this a joke? How old was Sun Mo this year? 
Even An Xinhui, who was proclaimed as a rare genius, didn't have such comprehension speed!
"Grandpa's judgment is truly exceptional!"
An Xinhui smiled bitterly. She somehow felt lacking in comparison.
Ding!
Favorable impression points from An Xinhui +50. Friendly (570/1,000).
"Oh ya, can my students come here to read?"
Sun Mo thought of Li Ziqi. As for his other students, Tantai Yutang might be fond of gaining new knowledge from the books, but there was no need to mention the others, they had no interest in this.
"By the rules, it is not permitted. But I can make an exception for you!"
An Xinhui smiled slightly. She had prepared to chat for a while, but after Sun Mo got her answer, he already turned his attention back to the books, having no intention to continue chatting with her.
What a psychological blow!
An Xinhui laughed mockingly at herself and then turned to depart.
Sun Mo walked through the first level and didn't find any books that were related to what he was looking for. Just when he was preparing to head to the second level, the system notification suddenly rang out.
Ding!
"Congratulations on saving Cai Tan, completing the mission. You have also saved Ruan Yun, preventing her from becoming a degenerate. Reward: 1x silver treasure chest, please continue to work hard!"
A shiny silver treasure chest then appeared before Sun Mo.
Ding!
"Your prestige connection with Ruan Yun has also leveled up. You are hereby awarded with 2x black-iron treasure chests, please continue to work hard."
"Keep them first!"
His lucky object, the papaya girl wasn't here. As an extremely unlucky person, Sun Mo definitely wouldn't choose to open the chests now. He continued to read, but he suddenly felt very uncomfortable as though something was spying on him.
Swish~
Sun Mo turned his head quickly, but he didn't see anything. After that, he walked to the back of a bookshelf and waited a few seconds. Just when he was preparing to stretch his head out for a look, he saw a head with a helmet stretching out as well.
Its eyes glowed red. It was extremely terrifying.
"Damn!"
Sun Mo leaned back.
The guardian warrior also didn't expect that its face would be so close to Sun Mo, and it immediately spun around to leave. But maybe because it spun around too quickly, a clanging sound rang out as its head fell onto the ground.
"..."
Sun Mo was speechless as he watched the headless guardian running away.
(My heavens, that killing intent you exuded earlier was so impressive. But look at you now, I'm very disappointed, okay?)
That head rolled on the ground and finally came to a halt just beside Sun Mo's legs!


Sun Mo, the top teacher of No. 2 High School was transported to Tang Country of Central Province after falling into the water and became an intern teacher which just graduated. 
He actually has a fair and rich fiancee who is actually also the headmaster of a famous school. However, the reputation of this school has declined and the school was soon to be removed from the education list and abolished...
Sun Mo's mission is to help his fiancee to sit on the headmaster's chair securely and make the school return the rankings of the nine greats (the top nine schools.)
After he obtained the Absolute Great Teacher System, he could mold trash into gold, helping lousy students to become geniuses.
Under Sun Mo's guidance, his disciples who used to be bad in school, could rule supreme in terms of their education in a year, become a 'study-emperor' in three years, and an academic god in five years. 
They would soon become big BOSSes in studying!
You dare to say that I, as a great teacher, depends on false reputation? 
The Sword Hero, Spear Saint, Saber Devil, Holy Maiden, Peerless Country Leader, Devil Emperor, Two Saints, Three Paragons...all of them were taught by me! Are you scared or not?
The thing I like most is to transform a bronze-grade salted fish into a king-grade BOSS. Sun Mo stated!

Scarlet couldn't wait with all the excitement bubbling within her. Tina chose to accompany Scarlet down to gather some materials. The maid had never seen Scarlet really act her age before, so it was a refreshing change from having to worry about the girl when she was in her pensive silence. Tina wasn't a very complicated person. If Debbie was making this positive change in Scarlet, then she must be a good tutor.
The lift hit the ground floor with a 'ding' and Scarlet tried not to run off the moment the doors opened. Tina didn't know if she should silently follow the girl and watch over her as she did what she had to or hold her hand as they foraged for the materials the girl required.
According to Scarlet, they were looking for natural materials to add to her book cover. She wanted to make it eco-themed because it would match the front cover. The girl even took three minutes to write down a small list of things she was looking for. They were really odd things like small flowers and petals to grass blades and twigs.
Tina helped to search for the first item on Scarlet's list and kept close to the girl just in case something happened. Scarlet was already putting several fallen petals into the ziplock bag that she got from Sue. The girl was also seriously inspecting two different fallen leaves to select the better specimen. Tina couldn't help but giggle and snap a photo of it. Claire would want to see this adorable creature in action.
The head maid was busy coordinating dinner preparations and preparing the bath for the other two children when her phone buzzed. There was a text message from Tina downstairs with a picture attachment. Although Claire made it an effort to not check personal messages during work, she couldn't help but be curious and gave in to temptation.
The picture melted her heart and Claire gave in to impulse, forwarding the precious image to the 3G Fan Club chat group[1].
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Super Maid: -sent an image-
Super Maid: Sent by @Bubble Tina, our precious angel is downstairs collecting materials for a plant press art.
Word Warrior: That's actually very impressive. All I did was ask her to decorate her book. This is evidence of her potential as a creative individual and not just a writer.
I Love My Girls: Why am I still at work? This is unfair. I demand father and daughter bonding time!
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Ice Queen: Honey, why are you slacking off at work? Didn't you say the Singapore office was on fire and you had to station there?
Lady Butler: I can't believe @Super Maid didn't update us with a video! How could you only give us a picture while our precious angel is acting like a ten-year-old for the very first time! We've already missed out ten years of her life, we need more pictures to make a decent-sized collage for her birthday album next year.
Super Maid: My apologies, I will have @Bubble Tina and @Sue Me to start secretly gathering collage materials.
Married to Work: Don't forget about me! @Word Warrior, I call dibs on the photos you get of the children during your lessons. If it wasn't for my recommendation, you wouldn't have this job now.
Word Warrior: @Married to Work, it wouldn't make a difference. I'll simply post what I have in this group. I don't want to be fired.
I Love My Girls: @Word Warrior, I will increase your pay if you send them to me first.
Ice Queen: @Word Warrior, I will pay you twice of what he pays you so send them my way first.
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Tina was no longer keeping her eyes peeled for yellow petals. While she always had Scarlet in her sight, her hands were preoccupied with the phone. It was the first time the maid received private messages from her employers. Also, we knew that her little proactive stunt would earn her a two hundred dollar commission for some short video clips. Scarlet was so popular, there was no doubt that the girl would become a star when she grew up. It was just too easy to love her.
Scarlet checked her watch and decided that she had gathered more than enough decoration materials for both the front and the back of her book. She had some assortment of Ixora, some Frangipani petals, a few Bougainvillea flowers and two beautiful Angsana fruits. With Tina's help, Scarlet also managed to secure some small ferns, several long Cogon grass blades more commonly known as 'Lalang grass' and some mimosa leaves.
The girl grabbed some common fallen leaves that looked straight enough for a press art and added them to her ziplock before heading back. Tina filmed the entire selection process from the side as Scarlet took everything out to clean and examine her spoils before packing them away with a satisfied smile.
"I'm done," Scarlet announced and Tina stopped recording before sending it to her requestors quickly.
"That's quick. Shall we head back now?"
The blogger grinned and skipped over to where the maid was. Tina held out her hand to Scarlet and the girl looked clueless. She looked at her collection and hesitated. Seeing that Scarlet had no clue what that meant, Tina slowly reached down and held her other hand that wasn't preoccupied.
Scarlet was slightly surprised by the action. She didn't understand why Tina wanted to hold her hand, but as she fell into step with the maid on the way back, the girl smiled. Being led by someone else was actually a rather nice feeling. No wonder smaller children always held onto their mother or father's hands outside.
Tina didn't know if it was deliberate, but Scarlet took smaller steps and walked slower as they neared the glass door. It was as if the girl didn't quite want to go back just yet. Seeing this, Tina slowed her pace to match the girl's speed.
They enjoyed the last few steps to the lift in comfortable silence before Scarlet let Tina's hand go in the lift. The maid didn't say anything about it but made a mental note to report the little action to her employers. Surely this meant that little Scarlet was warming up to them, right?
[1] *3G = 3 Geniuses
You can guess who they are <3


At age 10, Scarlet Liu Xiu Wen was tested with a Mensa IQ of 156.

By age 12, she was publishing books with the pen name Permanent Frost. By age 14, she was a successful vocalist-composer in the band called Britannia. By age 16 Scarlet had a successful career as a model and actress going by the stage name of Liu Xiu Wen.

However, there was a secret that the world didn't know. Away from the limelight, Scarlet took on yet another persona online as Pirate S - the eccentric half-genius. Everyone who lurked in the forums knew her name. Known for her unusual takes on life and mostly popularly for her "Human Observation Diary" blog, Scarlet enjoys the nerd life in secret.

Human Observation Diary has always kept to a very standard format but one day, a reader pointed out that the blog has recently been differing from its usual format. Intrigued by the trigger, Scarlet investigates her latest human observation - an online NEET by the name of Jedd77.

From further interactions, Scarlet finds herself helplessly drawn to him. As their friendship develops into something more, Scarlet has to make a choice.

To give up her secrecy and allow Jedd77 to be a part of her life? Or continue the game of cat and mouse even after the face reveal.

Note: Slow progress. Talks of some darker topics in life eg: Depression, PTSD, adoption and acceptance.

Drama seekers, toxic bitches and overly-sensitive folks who cannot chillax not welcomed. Author also has indemnity to typo, grammar mistakes and English bugs throughout the story.

You have been warned. Proceed with caution and enjoy.

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The fight between the gladiator and Bree was not yet over. It had just barely begun. Embarrassed by being overwhelmed like that, the gladiator began to ran forward, holding his shield in front of his body in a way that it couldn't be pushed to the side.
But Bree didn't care much about that, she figured out her own tactics after analysing this situation sufficiently. Just before the gladiator came into range, Bree had swung her hammer down over her head. It seemed like she was planning not to hit the shield to the side, but to hit its top and push it down. The gladiator realised this as well, and pushed his foot into the ground to stop moving.
However, Bree was never aiming for that shield in the first place. Instead, she aimed at the ground in front of her. As the heavy hammer hit the floor and cracks formed on it, a cloud of dust appeared that surrounded both her and the gladiator.
The man was standing within this cloud, focusing his eyes on the faint light given off by the hammer's enchantments. A broad grin formed on his face. After all, if he wasn't able to see, then the girl wasn't able to see anything either!
He pushed his sword forward, trying to attack Bree after being given this chance. But all that happened was that the blade slipped by the hammer as it fell to the ground, the feint light from the enchantments illuminating his feet.
"Huh?" He let out with clear confusion taking over his mind as he felt something grab onto his helmet from behind. Bree had jumped up and pushed her slender fingers into the gap between the gladiator's neck and the helmet's metal. She placed all of her weight into it as she pressed her feet against the gladiator's lower back and pulled the helmet back as hard as she could.
Of course, the gladiator's weight quickly pulled him backward, and he tried to swing his sword toward the girl on his back. But at that point, Bree's plan was already on its course. The movement of the sword simply helped out the backward trajectory of the gladiator's body, and Bree quickly jumped off and used her spry and agile movements to reach her hammer not even a full moment later.
She slipped her fingers around the grip and pulled the hammer forward, quickly hitting it against the center of the gladiator's chest. Just like that, as the cloud of dust was finally settling, the gladiator was pushed back and onto the ground, slipping through the dirt while gasping for air.
The audience looked into the arena, unsure what exactly just happened in there, while Eisen turned his head toward the Grandour, "I'm guessing that's a win for us."
The Grandour ground his teeth and glared back at Eisen, who couldn't help himself but grin in this situation. Giving the signal by raising his left hand, the announcer was told how this fight had ended.
"Th-The winner through overwhelming power is the warrior from Asgard!" The announcer exclaimed, and Bree raised her hammer into the air as she started laughing smugly. And hearing how exactly this fight turned out against their expectations, the combat-loving giants cheered.
Of course, there were those that were upset their side didn't win, but the overwhelming majority was simply excited that they were able to see a fight with an unexpected outcome.
Eisen waved Bree over with a smile on his face, and the young girl joined the King on this platform. It would take a while for the potion's effect to subside, so until then, all the gigantified warriors would stand right behind Eisen, just like the Grandour's guards were standing behind him.
"Oh, what a surprise~... She won." Eisen smirked as he looked at the Grandour, who simply scoffed in response, "It was mere luck. Your next one won't be able to win."
"I'm not so sure about that. Sky, have you prepared your stories?" The old man inquired, looking at the young man standing on his palm, "Duh, of course I have. I've got a perfect one to show off how great we all are."
"Great. Then do your best. I'll be cheering you on."  
With a broad grin, Sky listened to this King's encouragement, as he was brought over into the arena, "Guess I can't afford to lose then, now can I?"
Sky stood in the arena, as his opponent came out as well. It wasn't a gladiator this time, but a fully-fledged warrior. He wore thick armor as well as a long spear. This might be the worst opponent for a mage like Sky, but in the end, he was still confident that he was going to win. He had a bit of a plan as well, after all.
After drinking the potion, Sky grew in size. He placed his book into the armband on his wrist, since he was unable to hold it properly otherwise, and he looked at his opponent. Sky didn't even need to read from the book, he had imprinted all his stories into his memory already. He simply needed this special Inkheart Grimoire as something of a spellcasting focus, something that allowed him to bring out his full power.
This time, although seeing that Sky was far, far shorter than the warrior, the audience didn't react with ridicule, but were rather excited about what this one would show them, especially since he was clearly unarmed.
"Warriors, begin the fight!" The announcer exclaimed, and the warrior on the other side of the arena immediately jumped forward and pushed his spear toward Sky. However, this young man simply held forward and shook his head as he pulled out his first tool with the help of his Inkheart Grimoire.
"A book can contain the universe, you see?" Sky said with a smirk, as he looked at the man in front of him. From the grimoire on his wrist, black letters started to appear. The wristband itself was a tool meant to amplify the strength of the grimoire, while feeding as much ink and mana to it as it needed for the upscaled spellcasting. And the first thing Sky did was complete his look. The black letters from his grimoire twisted around his hand, gathering together and forming a pitch-black book that Sky could use as an intermediary.
"A book? What, you gonna read a story to me?" The warrior asked, having stopped with his attack while looking at Sky. The young man simply nodded his head in response.
"Actually, that's exactly what I'm going to be doing. You see, I love books. Every kind there is. Thick books, thin books, fiction or biographies. Spellbooks, children's books. Old books, new books. All of them are great, don't you think?"
"Hah, right! A book can't be used to fight a monster!" The warrior exclaimed, and Sky shrugged in response, "Then maybe you're reading the wrong books. The ones I prefer have quite a punch to them."
As he was talking, Sky ripped a page out of the ink-book he was holding. With a few quick folds, he turned it into a paper airplane that he threw it toward the warrior.
"Is this... Erm..." The warrior turned his head toward the Grandour, being clearly confused why he was supposed to fight this boy that was just playing around. However, the moment that the paper airplane hit the arm of the warrior, despite how slow it was travelling, it compressed into a tiny spot and twisted the warrior's flesh at his shoulder in a vortex-like manner, ripping it apart immediately.
"What the fuck!" The warrior twisted his body to get away from this point of impact. A part of his clothes had been ripped off through this vortex, and it was floating in the air before dropping down in the form of a tiny, regular soccer-ball sized orb, a mass of blood and cloth compressed deeply.
"What, didn't you listen to what I said?" Sky asked with an innocent smile on his face, as he twisted the book around and showed the content of the page to him. It was like the book was hollow, revealing an infinite space beyond. As if one was looking at the starry sky in the middle of the night. That was contained within each of the pages of the book.
The 'Book of the Universe'.
"What, you think I'm some little crybaby bitch? You saw my sister right now, didn't ya? If she can beat that dumb idiot from before, then I can shove a few fists into your ugly mug myself." Sky replied in a blunt tone, as he held his hand forward. The warrior was rather confused about how Sky's manner of speech suddenly changed like that as well, but he didn't have much time to think for now anyway.
After all, Sky could continue speaking whenever he wanted, and that was the last thing that the warrior should let him continue doing.
"There once was a warrior. A monster amongst monsters, that nobody was able to stand up against. That man travelled the world, fending off his enemies and growing in strength more and more, gathering experience and even more power. This is the story of one of his fights, in the country of giants." Sky exclaimed, as more black letters appeared from the book on his wrist. They gathered around, creating a huge mass of black right in front of Sky and the warrior he faced off against.
The more the mass was formed, the more it was obvious whose story this was. It was the story of a warrior that Sky himself made up. A story of his creation, that he could shape however he wanted in the blink of an eye.
Right now, it was just a bare, humanoid form.
"His opponent carried a spear, so the warrior equipped a shield." Sky said, and a black shield appeared in his hand, "He wore a thick armor, so the warrior equipped a sword capable of piercing it."
With that, a strong, large sword appeared in the inkheart warrior's other hand, "Seeing the warrior's might, his opponent stood there, frozen in fear! The warrior took the opportunity, and lunged forward."
And so, the Inkheart warrior did as described, swinging his sword directly at the giant warrior. He moved to the side and pushed his spear forward instead.
"The warrior defended against the opponent's counterattack with ease. He pushed the spear to the side, and stabbed his blade through the other's chest." Sky exclaimed with a broad smile on his face, "...Or so the warrior thought, but the opponent was trickier than expected. He moved his body away and cleverly tried to close in on the warrior within just a moment."
Sky was really just narrating the fight at this point, while he was watching from an outsider's position, allowing him to analyse the situation much more easily. For a while, the fight seemed relatively even, until...
"And then... The warrior split into a thousand pieces, revealing that he was nothing but a bunch of kobolds in a trenchcoat, trying to fit the giant warrior's might." Sky said with a smile on his face, as the inkheart warrior fell apart just like he said. The pitch black ink kobolds jumped directly at the giant warrior while everyone was completely and utterly confused.
"What, you think a story has to be coherent~? You know, this isn't a drama, or a biography... It's a comedic adventure." Sky said with a grin on his face. He was the creator of this story, and he could turn it into whatever he wanted.  


Follow Benjamin Joyce, an elderly man with a passion for blacksmithing who spent his life travelling the world and learning new things. Now, after helping out the developers of the first ever real VRMMO game, he gets the chance to play said game earlier than the majority of other people. 
Taking this chance to do what he loves now that his real body is slowly giving in to his old age and the profession he lives for is no longer as important as it used to be, he starts his journey to become this new world's greatest Craftsman!
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The world of Babel takes on the lands of Las Angeles, lands of forbidden wars, a land of lost and confusion. Where the lies become the sins of the persons. Turned into several Shogun Tribes, Cabals. Of fear and fearless lands.
We dig into them as lost souls, keepers or saviours of them own skins.
Today, those lands are even through a piece to achieve every day, with no struggles. The wars led to us to a dark moment lost in our own minds. A dark moment for don't be forgiven or led to us a war again.
Every Cabal has his own rules, his own code, his own conduct to achieve our own peace.
 
The last 200 years led us and to a certain point of no return. Today, our land, our dreams led us to a new way, a new perspective. So, the lands became Lords Lands, Shogun Lands.
Divided as 5 clans, 5 cabals. Divided to keep peace and conquer the lost.
Conquer the beliefs and the creed of our already lost faith, and beliefs.
 
 
Today, I am going to tell how I became a Samurai Ronin with no Clan or Shogun.
My name is Shihiro Konowa, I was born in Shihimoro, Clan of Shihimoro, I served my Shogun for almost 40 years, before the cleansing. Almost 4 months ago, the Shogun Clan of Forohiro came as trues to make a pact of blood between both Shogun. The Shogun came with other purpose. All these intentions were to cleanse. Almost 2 hours of trues. His troops of Samurai had already instructions to wipe. I was one of the survivors of 16 persons.
I could survive against a fake intention. Now, I am Shihiro Konowa, a Ronin, no Shogun or even Clan.
Now, I walk as unknown person on the world, no money, no way to survive. I used to be a servant with a good payment of the Shogun.
Nothing was a forbidden word, among all. Shogun gave everything to His Clan, even in peace time, as now we were living.
 
Chapter 2
 
After almost 40 years, of Shogun warrior, with a family, two sons, a wife, all wiped in this slaughtering murder. I walk now, alone and with no one to speak, to live as peace and love.
I walked almost 3 days, with no any kind of reaction, with no money coins to pay anything, I am a numb less now. A Ronin with no Clan, hometown, now I must to go to Fukoshima Clan to ask permission for a Seppuku, my honor is now dishonored. The only way is to die as a Clan servant with Honor and not dishonored. It's almost more 4 days walking. My days are now, a suicide thought to be asked. My sword is now, my death. My death, to release pain.
My name is Shihiro, a Ronin to be Seppuku Man. To have forgiveness, to be felt as a Man with honor and a man with causes.
 
Chapter 3
 
These days seems to be so long, walking alone through cities and roads completely empty. My emptiness is now my burden. A burden to be almost forgiven.
If, the Shogun gave me the permission to be forgive, my death will be Honored, and my soul will not be a Ronin forever, or even a man with no Shogun or with Clan.   
 
Chapter 4
 
The day came, I am the Gates of The Clan, almost to knock, knock. Before entering, I will wait a few minutes, I need to rest before knock. My future is here, after knocking these gates.
 
I hope to rest around 30 minutes. Will be the longest 30 minutes before knocking. These World have too many persons, warriors serving their Shoguns. 
 
After 30 minutes, I decided to knock twice, twice I knock. Waiting for the Gates opening.
The Gates after a couple of minutes, it opened.
The warrior asked to me, what do you want?
I – I am here as Ronin to ask permission to commit my forgiveness to my Shogun, already died around a week ago.
I traveled almost 7 days, 7 days with no eating, only drinking water.
The warrior said – "Come, please enter through our Gates".  "Follow me, please."
 
I, Shihiro followed this warrior, a Samurai, a servant of this Shogun.
He said to me wait here, in a room empty, closer of the baths. I am going to speak with my Shogun, what is your name he asked.
"Shihiro Konowa, a Ronin of Clan Foroshima."
 
Wait, this can be a wait longer to you. I am going to leave here your dresses for the Honor Act.
 
Almost 3 hours later, they called me to the center of Shogun backyard. Surrounded with all Men, Shogun.
A clean white floor on their backyard, they asked me to seat on. 
After it all these. Shogun started to talk.
"My name is Korowa Fomoshima, Shogun, Clan of Foroshima. I am the Shogun of this Caln almost 30 years. I see you want to make a Honor Seppuku.
Tell me about your intentions. In the end you are free to seppuku."
 
I – My name is Shihiro, I was a Samurai of Clan Foroshima, my Clan was wiped for Shogun Shokohira. were 16 survivors, but I decided to make Seppuku, I don't want to be a Ronin.
 
Shogun – Well, I can't give a new Caln, a new Shogun. Your words were spoken and heard. 
The way to preserve with your Honor, is Seppuku. 
 
A Ninja outlander 
 
I am unknown, a ninja without Clan. I have been walking too much time on these streets and cities, some empty, no souls living among all. I am payed for tasks. Every time I sin, my hunger of sins grew.
I am a mercenary, not a Ronin, I decided to be a Ninja payed for tasks for every one of the Clans to keep balanced things.
I have been around these world roads almost 3 years. Being payed and living my life as a life with no remorse.
I have seen too many, I saw too many sins among, too many lost souls, asking for mercy or even pity. Nowadays, everyone is lost. Some cannot achieve for what they wish for. Some die for Courtesy, some for love to their Shoguns, some for wars that were not have been accomplished.
The eyes of some, of everyone has a lack of soul, they seek for answers to be answered.
I, a lost, an unknown warrior, with a name already forgotten. Lost in my own eyes. I am so eyeless, no care less inside. How can I seek peace if I cannot be in peace?
Always seeking for answers to my all sins.
I have a task, a job to be done, hard, harder these days, I must commit cleansing on a Clan, this Clan wiped another one, my task was premeditated for another Shogun. We must have peace on our own Lands.
This Shogun don't achieve His own goal. He fell, He fell so deep in the Deep Realms, to cast everything he wanted to make his own war.
In due, the Shogun now, must, must die for all His sins and his own beliefs. 
The Shoguns call me for their dirty work. They pay me a lot of Babel steam; I can consider myself a good worker.
My name is unknown, I cannot remember my name now, or even anyone. Now, I have my own name called The Shiri Seppuku. Someone to commit Seppuku to the Clan. 
 
I travel in all these roads with my Van. I have everything on it. I see around cities blown. Buildings, bridges broke. Falling in a feeling of destruction, massive destruction.
Our World lives now, as a World of Massive Cleansing. The wars before, led to this, were so eruptive among us. The survivors today, the persons of today, built an economy structure relied on Clans and Shoguns. These two wars began in the end of XXI Century. Religions died, old economics died, the new technology began to be the mainstream. Music died, beaches died, are now, toxic seas and oceans.
I am old, not so old, like elder, almost. I am a warrior, a warrior with tools, new technology of war. 
Book of Babel
Book of Babel is a forgotten book written in the first war, first encounter. Since then, one more war came. So, the words of the book became alive since the end, then when it overs the second encounter.
The book is forbidden to read by the disciples or any person, only the Masters can read it and spread it.
 
Seppuku
My pain is real, so unreal, I am a man with no honor,
I have been dishonoured, Today I am lost
On my own words, Beliefs went gone
So gone
My will is to travel, seek my own peace
A Bushido with on Shogun
A blade with no pain or mercy
Travel for so many days
To have a certain forgiveness
My will is Seppuku
My will is the last
Gift for my own
Belief
I need to seek
Can I undo
Can I unto
Travel for my dishonours
It will Shogun give my will

The world of Babel takes on the lands of Las Angeles, lands of forbidden wars, a land of lost and confusion. Where the lies become the sins of the persons. Turned into several Shogun Tribes, Cabals. Of fear and fearless lands. 
We dig into them as lost souls, keepers or saviours of them own skins. 
Today, those lands are even through a piece to achieve every day, with no struggles. The wars led to us to a dark moment lost in our own minds. A dark moment for don't be forgiven or led to us a war again. 
Every Cabal has his own rules, his own code, his own conduct to achieve our own peace. 
 
The last 200 years led us and to a certain point of no return. Today, our land, our dreams led us to a new way, a new perspective. So, the lands became Lords Lands, Shogun Lands. 
Divided as 5 clans, 5 cabals. Divided to keep peace and conquer the lost. 
Conquer the beliefs and the creed of our already lost faith, and beliefs. 
 

Today, I am going to tell how I became a Samurai Ronin with no Clan or Shogun. 
My name is Shihiro Konowa, I was born in Shihimoro, Clan of Shihimoro, I served my Shogun for almost 40 years, before the cleansing. Almost 4 months ago, the Shogun Clan of Forohiro came as trues to make a pact of blood between both Shogun. The Shogun came with other purpose. All these intentions were to cleanse. Almost 2 hours of trues. His troops of Samurai had already instructions to wipe. I was one of the survivors of 16 persons. 
I could survive against a fake intention. Now, I am Shihiro Konowa, a Ronin, no Shogun or even Clan. 
Now, I walk as unknown person on the world, no money, no way to survive. I used to be a servant with a good payment of the Shogun. 
Nothing was a forbidden word, among all. Shogun gave everything to His Clan, even in peace time, as now we were living. 
 
Chapter 2 
 
After almost 40 years, of Shogun warrior, with a family, two sons, a wife, all wiped in this slaughtering murder. I walk now, alone and with no one to speak, to live as peace and love. 
I walked almost 3 days, with no any kind of reaction, with no money coins to pay anything, I am a numb less now. A Ronin with no Clan, hometown, now I must to go to Fukoshima Clan to ask permission for a Seppuku, my honor is now dishonored. The only way is to die as a Clan servant with Honor and not dishonored. It's almost more 4 days walking. My days are now, a suicide thought to be asked. My sword is now, my death. My death, to release pain. 
My name is Shihiro, a Ronin to be Seppuku Man. To have forgiveness, to be felt as a Man with honor and a man with causes. 
 
Chapter 3 
 
These days seems to be so long, walking alone through cities and roads completely empty. My emptiness is now my burden. A burden to be almost forgiven. 
If, the Shogun gave me the permission to be forgive, my death will be Honored, and my soul will not be a Ronin forever, or even a man with no Shogun or with Clan.    
 
Chapter 4 
 
The day came, I am the Gates of The Clan, almost to knock, knock. Before entering, I will wait a few minutes, I need to rest before knock. My future is here, after knocking these gates. 
 
I hope to rest around 30 minutes. Will be the longest 30 minutes before knocking. These World have too many persons, warriors serving their Shoguns.  
 
After 30 minutes, I decided to knock twice, twice I knock. Waiting for the Gates opening. 
The Gates after a couple of minutes, it opened. 
The warrior asked to me, what do you want? 
I – I am here as Ronin to ask permission to commit my forgiveness to my Shogun, already died around a week ago. 
I traveled almost 7 days, 7 days with no eating, only drinking water. 
The warrior said – "Come, please enter through our Gates".  "Follow me, please." 
 
I, Shihiro followed this warrior, a Samurai, a servant of this Shogun. 
He said to me wait here, in a room empty, closer of the baths. I am going to speak with my Shogun, what is your name he asked. 
"Shihiro Konowa, a Ronin of Clan Foroshima." 
 
Wait, this can be a wait longer to you. I am going to leave here your dresses for the Honor Act. 
 
Almost 3 hours later, they called me to the center of Shogun backyard. Surrounded with all Men, Shogun. 
A clean white floor on their backyard, they asked me to seat on.  
After it all these. Shogun started to talk. 
"My name is Korowa Fomoshima, Shogun, Clan of Foroshima. I am the Shogun of this Caln almost 30 years. I see you want to make a Honor Seppuku. 
Tell me about your intentions. In the end you are free to seppuku." 
 
I – My name is Shihiro, I was a Samurai of Clan Foroshima, my Clan was wiped for Shogun Shokohira. were 16 survivors, but I decided to make Seppuku, I don't want to be a Ronin. 
 
Shogun – Well, I can't give a new Caln, a new Shogun. Your words were spoken and heard.  
The way to preserve with your Honor, is Seppuku.   
 
A Ninja outlander  
 
 I am unknown, a ninja without Clan. I have been walking too much time on these streets and cities, some empty, no souls living among all. I am payed for tasks. Every time I sin, my hunger of sins grew. 
I am a mercenary, not a Ronin, I decided to be a Ninja payed for tasks for every one of the Clans to keep balanced things. 
I have been around these world roads almost 3 years. Being payed and living my life as a life with no remorse. 
I have seen too many, I saw too many sins among, too many lost souls, asking for mercy or even pity. Nowadays, everyone is lost. Some cannot achieve for what they wish for. Some die for Courtesy, some for love to their Shoguns, some for wars that were not have been accomplished. 
The eyes of some, of everyone has a lack of soul, they seek for answers to be answered. 
I, a lost, an unknown warrior, with a name already forgotten. Lost in my own eyes. I am so eyeless, no care less inside. How can I seek peace if I cannot be in peace? 
Always seeking for answers to my all sins. 
I have a task, a job to be done, hard, harder these days, I must commit cleansing on a Clan, this Clan wiped another one, my task was premeditated for another Shogun. We must have peace on our own Lands. 
This Shogun don't achieve His own goal. He fell, He fell so deep in the Deep Realms, to cast everything he wanted to make his own war. 
In due, the Shogun now, must, must die for all His sins and his own beliefs.  
The Shoguns call me for their dirty work. They pay me a lot of Babel steam; I can consider myself a good worker. 
My name is unknown, I cannot remember my name now, or even anyone. Now, I have my own name called The Shiri Seppuku. Someone to commit Seppuku to the Clan.  
 
I travel in all these roads with my Van. I have everything on it. I see around cities blown. Buildings, bridges broke. Falling in a feeling of destruction, massive destruction. 
Our World lives now, as a World of Massive Cleansing. The wars before, led to this, were so eruptive among us. The survivors today, the persons of today, built an economy structure relied on Clans and Shoguns. These two wars began in the end of XXI Century. Religions died, old economics died, the new technology began to be the mainstream. Music died, beaches died, are now, toxic seas and oceans. 
I am old, not so old, like elder, almost. I am a warrior, a warrior with tools, new technology of war.  
Book of Babel 
Book of Babel is a forgotten book written in the first war, first encounter. Since then, one more war came. So, the words of the book became alive since the end, then when it overs the second encounter. 
The book is forbidden to read by the disciples or any person, only the Masters can read it and spread it. 
 
Seppuku 
My pain is real, so unreal, I am a man with no honor, 
I have been dishonoured, Today I am lost 
On my own words, Beliefs went gone 
So gone 
My will is to travel, seek my own peace 
A Bushido with on Shogun 
A blade with no pain or mercy 
Travel for so many days 
To have a certain forgiveness 
My will is Seppuku 
My will is the last 
Gift for my own 
Belief 
I need to seek 
Can I undo 
Can I unto 
Travel for my dishonours 
It will Shogun give my will

A other side of dreams and fears of mankind

3rd Person Pov
"Looks like you're ready. Let's go." Levi said as they start their plan. In a blink of eyes,the place is full with smoke. The Ackerman leads and Levi counts the enemy. Sasha and Armin look behind them. "Aren't you gonna go now?"Armin ask. "I have to be careful now."(Y/n) said and start his killing spree. "YOU'RE IN MY WAY!" (Y/n) scream and kill two people. All of them look at him. While he kill his 'enemy',Hanji got shot and fall. 
Everyone look at her while (Y/n) continue. "Armin,look after Hanji! Everyone! Chase them!" Levi said. (Y/n) the one near enemy take out more until one of them successfully shot him in the chest. (Y/n) fall down and Mikasa went to him with Sasha. "(Y/n)! We need to go now!" Mikasa said because of everyone knowledge about one of his ability. Sasha look at the wound and wide her eyes. "H-his wound is not healing." Sasha said. 
"Just go,I'll be fine. Don't let them eat Eren." (Y/n) said. Mikasa nod and leave while Sasha still with him. "Hey Sasha. I'm fine." (Y/n) said. "No you're not. You're not healing." Sasha shed a tears. "I'll go search for Armin and Hanji. You need to save Eren. And here." (Y/n) give her the notebook. "It's Annie's and I use it to write info before I lost my memories. Now,I'll give this to you as a thank you. There's no useful thing there except about me but at least you can learn about me..right?"(Y/n) said and stand up. Sasha keep the notebook and leave to help the others.
(Y/n) look at Sasha from behind and smile. "Last day potato girl. I love you."

~Timeskip~
"Eren." Armin said and offer his hand to help Eren up. "You both okay?" Armin ask Eren and Mikasa. "Yeah." Eren answer. "We're going to go after that Titan." Sasha look around and stop at Armin. "Armin,(Y/n) said he's gonna find you because he got shot. Where is he?" Sasha ask. Everyone look at her. "(Y/n)? He didn't show up- Don't tell me..he's down there..crush by the damage...building." Armin said.
"Wait,he's a titan. He will transform right?" Eren said making everyone except Mikasa nod. "No.He got shot and his wound didn't heal just now." Mikasa said. "Let's go." Levi said as they all leave. Sasha ride her horse with some eyes looking at her worriedly. They all prepare plan to take down the titan and Historia did the kill. 
Historia become the Queen and everyone accept her as their ruler after saw her action. They're all now walking behind Historia following her to meet Levi. "Hold on. Are you really gonna do it,Historia?"Eren ask. "You said I should." Historia answer. "It's the Boss Reeves final word or should I say..final joke?"Eren said. "I'm not fit to be the Queen if I can't do this." Historia said seriously. "Yeah,Historia! That's the spirit!" Jean support her. They found Levi and they all stop walking.
Historia scream and run toward Levi. She give a punch at Levi's arm. "Hah! Now what?! I'm your Queen! Whaddaya got to say now-" Historia cut herself and shocked at Levi's reaction. "Thanks..All of you." Levi said. Historia remember something and look at Sasha. "Sasha..sorry for your lost." Historia said. Sasha give her a small smile and take out something from her pocket. 
"Captain. (Y/n) leave me this notebook. He did tell me there's nothing that can help us in the book except information him." Levi take the book and look at her. "You don't need this book?" Levi ask. "I'll let it go to help us." Sasha said. They all smile and Mikasa give Sasha a small smile. They all leave and Levi open the notebook.
Info for the future (Y/n)
1. Sho is Squad Leader for Military now
2. I'm in relationship with Sasha.
3. Reiss is the true royal family
4. Christa is Historia Reiss
5. This is Annie's book I got from Hitch,Annie's friend.
6. Annie is in her ice form. She got caught by the Scout
7. The king know I'm one of the traitor
8. Levi Ackerman
Levi move to the next page.
Sasha. I know you'll hate me for lying about my memories. Yes,I know we're in relationship. But you need to forget me. I'm no longer the kind (Y/n) Hoover. The one who decide to turn his back against his twin. I break the curse,by kissing you. The cause of my lost memories is the curse. I'm gonna forget one by one memories about you guys. The only things I will remember is the moment I found out about Bertholdt power. I'm now not a titan. Why? Well..whatever pain Bertholdt gets..I can feel it. It's like we share our body but the one who control it is Bertholdt. Before we get ourselves in this dangerous mission,I found out the way to break the Elite twins curse. True love kiss. I never thought myself falling in love with a beautiful,kind girl. I break the curse and now I'm just a normal human without titan power. I never use my titan form anyway. One of our comrade got eaten by Ymir,I didn't save him because he save Reiner. The only thing I think is..killing all my comrade including Bertholdt. Why? I don't want to be warrior but the people there..push me and make me a warrior. My comrade didn't help me. I just want to live as a normal person like you guys. Mom don't even look at me. She just look at me after I become warrior. I just hate live. I meet you and finally free to do anything now. So kill those enemies and win for humanity. Reiner is weak than you guys but after join the cadets..he's stronger. The only way you can defeat his titan is maybe using something that can break his armored skin and you can cut his skin. Bertholdt...you need to do surprise attack on him. That always work. For me of course. And the beast titan Connie ask Reiner before-
Levi sigh. "He cut himself. Hmm..what exactly he wanted to say?" Levi check other page.
By the way,the moment you have your hands on this book..I'm now free from everything. I'm living a new life with new memories. Sorry,I need to run away like this. 
Levi close the book and go to Erwin. "That brat is still alive and out there with his wound." "I think it's best we let him go now. The moment I saw that eyes...I know he's on no one side. He just want to live alone and peacefully. Let's tell his brother how happy he is now." Erwin said.
??? Pov
"Now,now. Who's house is this? I think this can be my new house. Only roof broken. A lot of food and useful things here. I'll fix the roof and I have a new life." The guy found a shirt and wear the shirt. "There's some useful thing you need to keep for yourself. One of it is your titan power." Smoke is gone and now his chest is good like nothing happen. "Now I'm not (Y/n) Hoover. I'm better with (Y/n) (L/n). Oh better find a notebook before I lost more memory." 
~Timeskip~ 
"Good morning world..And Good morning,Sasha."

You are joining the Trainee Corps hoping to making your mission successful. You're only objective are completing your mission. You wanted to join Garrison. Actually not wanted, you need to join Garrison to make your mission successful. 

Please note this is not stolen. I already write this on Wattpad but now decided to share it on Webnovel as well

#Credit to the owner of the picture at the cover 
#Attack on Titan don't belongs to me 
#Wew I sucks

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