(3rd person POV)
Timeskip no Jutsu!
(MC POV)
"Status."
[Status]
[Name-Naoto Fujiwara]
[Race-Chaotic Ones ]
[Skills-
Torture A
Interrogation A
Science S
Fighting C
Tracking S
Inspect Ex
Status Concealment Ex
Bloodlust B
Omnifabrication Ex
Chaoscope Ex
Cooking A (UP)
Pain Resistance D
Sharingan (3 tomoe)(30% Mastery)(SWITCHABLE)
Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan (Left eye: Kamui, Tsukuyomi ; Right eye: Muryokusho ; Both eyes: Susano'o)(SWITCHABLE)
Byakugan (40% Mastery)(SWITCHABLE)
Rinne-Sharingan (Dormant)(0% Mastery)(Third Eye)
Chaotic Body (regeneration increased by 10,00,000x times)(can integrate all types of energies)(life span is infinite)(Will continue to grow stronger by age.)
Genjutsu B (new!)

]
"So today I will leave this place huh?" an extremely cute voice said to himself.
(FSC C) 'Yes Master, It was confirmed by the 3rd Hokage.'
Its been 1 year and 9 months since I came to the orphanage. I really underestimated the physical growth caused by chakra. Most children could easily talk, walk, run etc. like a 4 year old by age of 2. As I expected, I got even more handsome and I'm confident that I can even make Haku look ugly.
Naruto was beaten, starved, harassed etc. by the children, caretaker and matron but they stopped promptly after I became his 'friend'. This all stopped because yesterday Hokage came to visit and with pro acting I acted like an innocent child who cared for his friend and spilled the beans. He had a calm demeanor outside but inside he was extremely pissed.
During this 2 year period I became Naruto's one and only friend. He called me his 'Best' friend. But no harm was attempted to except a few root ninjas who were promptly defeated by ANBU near naruto and me, due to manipulation of FSC C.
During this time FSC A successfully infiltrated Kusagakure and his mission for Jutsu and Resources was going well. FSC B also kidnapped many children from Kirigakure and was a small time merchant from land of waves now. at least that how he appeared publicly. On the inside however he was founder of gato company and used gato as a puppet, made him work hard and reaped all the profit. He also set up the foundation of lab and regularly raided Orochimaru's Old labs as well as other nation's hidden lab too. He also kidnapped Haku, Kimimaro and many children like them and brainwashed them to do my bidding in future.
Now that two years at orphanage are over, I was registered in the orphan welfare program of the village and I was going to move into my own house. The house was regularly cleaned was taken care by FSC C. He stole basic necessities and Food items and stashed them inside the house.
I arrived at the Hokage tower with matron. She was really sad though and didn't want me to leave but I insisted.
"We have an appointment with Hokage-sama." said the the matron.
"Let me inform him." said Hokage's assistant.
After a minute or two 3rd Hokage said "Come in."
We entered his office together and Hokage had a classic grandpa smile. I was internally really disgusted by this but managed to not show it on my face.
We signed a few documents here and there.
During this time Hokage was observing me really closely.
"Matron-san you may leave now. I need to discuss a few things with him personally." Hokage said.
"Yes Hokage-sama." Matron headed out.
After Matron left, he said "Say Naoto, do you want Naruto to share the house with you? You both can share your house and will receive 3 times the regular stipend."
I was really happy. My Naruto corruption plan could now get even more faster and efficient. It might hinder my ability to use my full potential but will go better in long run.
I replied nearly in an instant.
"Sure! why not? After all we good friends." I said feigning excitement and happiness.
Hokage was quite satisfied and appeared happy.
The door to Hokage's office opened and Naruto came inside with an white haired ANBU with Dog mask.
I again feigned excitement and happiness. Naruto was bit confused though.
"You both are going to live together as room mates in Naoto's house." announced the Hokage.
Naruto went blank for a moment and his excitement meter broke.
He was visibly happy. And too excited.
"YAAAYY!!!" went Naruto and almost half of the Konoha heard this.
We both signed a few more documents, got the location of our house on a little map and left.
(Hiruzen POV)
After both of them left, Dog (Kakashi as ANBU) said to me "Both of them are friends...Just like sensei and akihiro-san."
"I still remember they were best friends." I said.
"Its a good thing that there is someone who doesn't hate him so much. Naoto Fujiwara's chakra is  calm. Its as if he bears no hate towards anyone." Dog said.
"That is true. He not only doesn't hate anyone but also cares for his friends immensely. I was totally unaware of the misdeed of children, caretakers and matron but he revealed everything to me." I said.
I was really happy as finally Naruto has a good friend.
'This kid Naoto can become a pillar for the village and also assist Naruto to become one too. He is calm no matter what, friendly at times and knows what is good and bad. If he becomes a ninja then he will the closest to the ideal ninja.'
I decided that I will make sure they both will be together no matter what for the future of the village.
while I was thinking, Dog already left and Danzo entered my office. My good mood was instantly thrown out of the window.
"Hiruzen give me Naruto and Naoto. I will make the best weapon Konoha deserves from them." Danzo said.
"For the last time, I refuse. I allowed you take a few children from the orphanage for your ROOT but these two are off limits. Their parents were a pillar for village and heroes. I won't allow them to be emotionless tools." I said to him venomously. 
"You are naïve Hiruzen." He said and left.
"I'm too old for this sh*t." I mumbed to myself before formulating a plan for future.
(MC POV)
"Lets go Naruto! First to reach my house gets to pick his own room!" I acted like a child and ran towards my house while jumping on the roofs. Naruto followed me and had a big smile on face. 
We both arrived at my house and Naruto was suprised.
"This is SO COOL! SUCH A BIG HOUSE!" he exclaimed.
My house was a mini villa with a giant backyard which was filled with many trees. It looked really cozy and amazing.
"What are you waiting for? lets go inside!" I said.
"Yeah lets go!" He said.
We ran through the house couple of times and then decided the rooms .
"Okay Naruto I will take the room on right and you will take the room on left. we will have food in the dining room after 30 minutes." I said.
"YAY! I wanted the left room anyway thanks Naoto." He entered his room and started unpacking his stuff.
I entered my room and ordered FSC C to unpack stuff. I went into the kitchen to make something for both us. My hobbies in previous life was Torturing, Swimming and Cooking so I was proficient in all three.
I made a hot pot with loads of Meat and a few vegetables and made a jug of Cold coffee. 
I called in Naruto and we ate the food happily. He asked me how could I cook so well and how did I make Cold Coffee but I said to him that it's a secret. We both left our house to play for the entire day.
In the night I came to my room but I was still energetic as I had a brokenly OP body. I adjusted a few plans related to Naruto's corruption. I then placed a barrier on the house which would prevent ANBU and ROOT from peeking on us. 
Me and FSC C made 10 clones and started practicing Genjutsu. It was me using Genjutsu on FSC C who tried to break it. We referenced it from Kusagakure's Jutsu library and tried to perfect the illusion abilities.
During these two years I discovered that I unlocked my Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan too.
I think it was while I killed my mother. It had a beautiful spiral pattern on it.
{A/N: because of the healing factor he won't go blind.} 
It suprisingly had 3 abilities except Susano'o.
In Left eye, Obito's Kamui, So now I had amazing traveling abilities and big storage and Tsukuyomi, So my genjutsu prowess even without sharingan was pretty overpowered now.
In Right eye, Muryokusho. It is quite a strange Genjutsu ability. It makes the victim experience everything that is happening infinite times but at the same time the information is never complete. So the person slowly goes insane due to this. It is a genjutsu but at the same time it isn't. Quite strange but if a person experiences it for 0.2 seconds then he will need rehab for 2-3 months.
I didn't try my Susano'o because I didn't get a chance.
I am fairly good at Genjutsu now. I will start training Ninjutsu and Taijutsu after age of 4 because I don't feel like doing it now. My body was naturally strong so I could easily one shot Genins if I didn't control my strength.
Now it's time to try my Chaoscope. I will come back after a few hours. So which world should I visit?
I think I will probably go to.....
{A/N: Suggest me some worlds. We visiting for few hours to get something for the room and some super power, then come back to continue this world.}

"Congrats mortal! You won yourself 3 wishes as you are just absolute evil!! Don't you wanna be free to do anything? to commit endless and horrendous crimes that even devils would feel disgusted?" dark figure said.

A maniac-like grin appeared on my face as I said.

"Count me in. By the way who are you though?"

"I am your very lovely neighborhood incarnate of evil, Chaos-kun." he said.

February 2006

Blake Arthur Bennett always knew what he wanted to be.
While his circle of school mates desired the usual middle of the road occupations; firemen, rock stars, cops or footy players, Blake wanted to be a photo journalist.
Cameras were a magnet to him. While other kids his age were playing baseball, or attending scouts, he would grab his parents cheap instamatic camera and painstakingly take shots of everything that took his fancy. Then, whipping out his moms favorite wooden spoons he had enlisted as microphones, he would interview any live subject he had photographed. 
Whenever he received enough pocket money he would buy one of those develop-once-and-throw-away types sold at corner stores for tourists that have either: 
a)forgot their camera, 
b)lost their camera,  
c)had their camera stolen, 
d)had no taste. 
And, at his young age he did not care.

Now, at the age of thirty two, he was a true professional. And he had worked damn hard for it.
In his hand was his latest assignment, a colorful brochure portraying the events at the Billington Convention Centre, the augmented Sci Fi Showdown. 
One of the biggest, brightest annual events to hit town, the flyer skited in bold. Blake had attended many similar shows around the world, usually for his work and sometimes purely for the love.
Now freelance, he was able to photograph and write about what interested him. His boss of late had fast become unreliable and when he became fast unfinancial that was the last straw. His pathetic, excuse echoed in Blakes memory
Sorry mate, had family commitments. The cheque will be in the mail (fuckin cliché) but, well, you know how it is
Yeah, he sure did. Or perhaps he would like to imagine he did. Lets see, it would be 58, brunette, shapely and willing, definitely requiring high maintenance. Wonder what his wife would say to that. Knowing her and her American-Irish temper she would probably commit blue bloody murder if she caught him out. Shit she was built like a bloody Irish out-house!
Still, it was never any of his business, except when the last cheque failed to arrive in the mail. The thought of blackmail did cross his mind but he was building a bridge and getting over it. You win some you lose some. Once his wife did find out, as these situations have a way of being leakedwellfor all he knew the guy was already dead! Ten years of hard slavery working and goodbye Mr Arsehole! 
It all came at a good timehe had the experience and now freedom to pick and choose his future assignments. He considered himself privileged, and damn lucky, as he had enough personal contacts throughout his career to see him receive assignments all over the world and boy did he love travelling! He did not care if the subject was a celebrity brats birthday in up state New York or in the midst of violence in the Middle East. To him the camera ruled and never liedhis weapon of choicethe truth captured for historians.
Alone in his study slumped in his favorite lazy-boy chair, he took a tentative sip from a tumbler filled with a rich malt scotch and eagerly flipped through the brochure. Being an avid fan of all that makes up the Sci Fi cult, the planned events were excellent. 
Heading the celebs were Leonard Nimoy and William Shatner, whom he considered the Foundation Fathers of popular televised Sci Fi. With a bit of luck, he may even be able to discuss photography with Nimoy, who was an avid photographer in his own right. Then, there was New Zealands Lucy Lawless dressed in her sexy Xena costume and Elijah Wood from Lord of the Rings. 
Their appearances were evenly spaced out over the two day event.  Colour photos from previous events displayed vendors selling their wares to eager fans young and old from all corners of the globebuying, selling or swapping. There were scores of products and collectiblesnovels, t-shirts, cups, posters, comic books, key rings, and pc games. The paraphernalia was endless. There was the mandatory autograph signing schedules and of course, the traditional costume competitions. 
And right down the bottom in small type: 
Subject to last minute changes. 
Naturally.
He knew the readers of the monthly Connections blog and newsletter he regularly contributed to would appreciate his deftness and articulation. Huh, if they cannot attend they might as well have the next best thing. Encapsulate the readers with his vivid prose and descriptions. Tantalise his readers imaginations so they can picture themselves right there, make them see what they are missing out on. If they were astute enough to read between the lines, it would almost seem he was pointing a scornful, accusing finger at his dear readers for not making the effort to attend. This is one situation where photos did not do the subject true justice.
Throughout his vocation, Blake had developed survival skills in the exciting and many times cut throat media world of the photo journalist. In fact, it was sheer arrogance and cunning he had mastered and honed to a deadly point. A philosophy he held close was; if you wanna survive and be number one in this God damn world you gotta have ballsand slice off everyone elseshopefully without them knowing, until you were a good distance away! 
This fostered arrogance developed its roots at a young age. Blakes family were a close knit mixed bag Christian family, as Blake would describe them. Blake considered himself a casual religious man, or what he would call a non-practicing C-man. He was reasonably close to his dad and sister, but his strict mother ruled the roosta religious God-fearing, but loving mother who made sure he said his prayers daily and gave thanks to God for all the good wonderful blessed things he received. The usual stuff like food, clothes, air, water, parents etc. She neither encouraged nor discouraged his love for the camera, being indifferent towards anything that interested him personally. 
Eat your greens, think of the starving children in Africa, was one of her favorite clichés to try and bribe her children to eat up. As far as Blake was concerned the kids in Africa could gladly have his greens and any other coloured vegetable! But he obeyed when he overheard her rambling on about the Lord will strike you down and the good die young. The youngster believed his mother was certainly goodshe was his mother, though a pain in the butt with her strictness. He had another good reason to obey thanks to the nasty caustic soap taste in his mouth when she caught him cussing.  
On Saturday morning, the 4th April 1987, Margaret Sonia Bennett collapsed and died of a heart attack. She was in her early thirties. That marked the moment that scared Blake right out of any religious beliefs and he turned his back on his mothers traitor. Those seeds were planted into Blakes subconciousness and grew through his life. Be careful what you say or believeit just may come true.
This left Blake Arthur Bennett Senior responsible to bring up him and younger sister Sadie.
His father, who was quietly agnostic, and doted on his kids with gallons of generosity, bought Blake the latest Canon for his fourteenth birthday, two weeks after his mother died. It was the A1 model, and for its time, it took the world by storm. Blake, reeling from his grief took a serious dive into the world of celluloid. In his world, the camera possessed the truth. It would never leave him, or more like his neck, and would never force him to do stuff he hated (like eat his greens). 
A photo to him represented the truth of the moment, from there reality only got older. He despised people that manipulated the camera to fool people into a false reality, like double exposure and other techniques to show things that were not really there. 
After a few formal photography courses to learn the camera inside and out involving theory, techniques, film developing, special effects, night exposure, angles, motor drives, filters and so on. The best advice from his teacher was to keep shooting, never stop. He passed with honours and left knowing his eye would be stuck behind a lens until the day he died. He knew his natural talent could only be developed by practical experience and simply being there to get that one in a lifetime exclusive shot. 
One of his favorite subjects was taking lightening shots. Hundreds and hundreds of shots to get that one, two or three perfect shots. It excited him, just as winning the national lottery excited most.
But he had to make a living so he did some colour and monochrome portfolios, threw a few stories together and got a job at the Daily Dominion covering the Community and Current Events. Though reasonably paid for his efforts, in his soul, he never felt satisfied. He wanted to get out into the world instead of being stuck in a small town. The next ten years were relatively calm as he lived and breathed photographic journalism and made himself a name. He knew one day he would move to a larger upstate city or perhaps overseas. Admittedly, he had deliberately stayed in Salmore City, and it was not just for family reasons.
He viewed digital with a certain coolness when the strangle hold took the world by storm. Digital had its place and was convenient, cheap and easy on the novice. But the science, the beauty, the sacred knowledge (the endless rolls of film and years of practice) that only a true photographer can possess is only akin to a classic still frame camera shot. He saw digital as a cheat format for losers. There was no real scientific effort in point and shoot. Yes, digital for dummies was popular and there was amazing special effects that one can conjure up at a press of a PC command. But where was the challenge, the beauty, the artistry? In his view, a real photographer experiments with exposure, speed and time delay, focusing, angles, subjects, props, lights and endless practice above all. Digital versus still frame was likened to painting by numbers to creating an original masterpiece. Someone else or something else was controlling the journey and the result. 
But the camera giants all hopped on the bandwagon and held their sweaty hands out hungry for the publics almighty dollar and the incessant demand grew larger. 
Most people are just bloody lazytypical human nature he would muse.
Blake, like millions of others appreciated the 21st century technologies that revolutionized information and communicationdata transfer in the forms of ADSL, cable, satellite, wireless, and the ever shrinking microchipnot to mention revolutionized computer interactive homes and furnishings to make life easy. Not for him though, no way would he let his toaster tell him what to do! 
You could be anywhere and view the world from your laptop, tablet or mobile phone and record on the spot moments. Receive news, weather, sports, run your business, play games, plan your schedule, romantic dates, receive and send emails, surf the net, on and on all rolled up into those invisible energy molecules. And the tools were getting better, smaller and faster. Yes, Joe public knows what was happening in the world, anywhere, anytime. Communication Technology had given a virtual instantaneous connection for the reporter to the public, buthe glanced across the room at his old fashioned still frame camera mounted on a tripodthat would always be his first love.



Author:
Deb Renner never really thought about writing, until lightning struck one humid evening in November 2005. She has scores of unfinished manuscripts of novels, short stories, poems and lyrics stashed away in cyberspace, ready to one day face a brave new world. 

Until turning forty, Kate Willard’s life was predictable, organised and lonely. Then, unexplainable visions and dreams threaten her sanity. Believing she is going crazy, she desperately searches for answers.

Upon the discovery of a bloodstone, crude mental powers unlock inside her and lucid dreams guide her to Divisions — an extreme covert organization running a secret project; the Odyssey Bourne Force — so secretive, they deny their existence. Divisions possess an ancient stone portal, allowing for extraterrestrial exploration. 

Kate reluctantly joins Divisions and falls in love with OBF team member Doctor Peter Reynolds, a brilliant archaeologist who excavated the stone portal in Egypt. Amongst his collection of artefacts is a second, identical bloodstone, which increases her powers. Together, they learn she is a reincarnation of an unknown ancient queen who somehow saved humanity from extermination six thousand years ago. Though this amazing feat resulted in a tragic price.

It seems the imperfect reincarnation process has left Kate with harrowing and disjointed memories hiding the vital truth.

Everything seems reliant on Kate - but who can Kate rely on?

"How are you Ashok?"asked the elder man in a very low and polite manner.
Ashok on the other hand was looking at the old man's appearance. Long white beard and bald head; Standing while holding a stick in his skinny left hand and wearing a loose white shirt and brown pants with a smile on his wrinkled face which looks a little bit scary.
But Ashok paid more attention to the status bar of the elderly man before him.
[NPC (D)
Name: Ajay Sharma
Age: 65
occupation: Soldier(D)+ Civil officer (C)
Reputation(D): 3000/10000(Head of Greenwood Village and former supply officer in Sahara Empire Army)
Level: 45(C)
Strength: 43
Endurance: 32
Agility: 46
Intelligence:31
Charm: 14
Cellular Activities: 35]
Worthy of being the village chief assigned by the Sahara Empire.Nobody can think this elder is the strongest guy in the village.
This is one of the things he had from his past experience. You can never judge a person living in Antack with his looks and age.
Many players have suffered because they unintentionally provoke guys. They should never have.
Thinking so, Ashok stopped looking at the status bar of the village Chief and replied to him.
"I am doing well, Sir"
"That's good to know,"said Ajay and looked at Ranjan and nodded.
"I think your uncle had already told you that I will coming to pick you up"
Nodded Ashok and said goodbye to his uncle and started walking side by side with Ajay towards the village school.
The Greenwood Village was a medium size village with a population of three hundred. Most of the villagers are farmers or hunters.
The village school of Greenwood Village are of traditional ancient Indian style where in an open space under a tree, students sit cross-legged on mats.
while teachers stand before the board and explain to the students about the different subjects.
In a small village like greenwood. childrens can only gain basic knowledge of language, elementary level maths, environment science and general knowledge.
All of these are more than sufficient enough for the village children. If someone wants to go further they have to leave the village and go to a big town or city and pass an entrance exam to get accepted.
Ashok also has gone through advanced education. Which can be comparable to the junior high school students of earth.
A scholar on the other hand has knowledge of a high school graduate.
"Well the standard of God Retribution world may seem low in the beginning but only those who dig deeper can find the answer or the scientists of earth will not be so crazy about God Retribution world in his previous life"thought Ashok as he looked at the semi naked children sitting before him and smiled.
"Good morning everyone, how are you guys?"
"Good morning teacher, we are doing fine"
Hearing that Ashok smiled"Ok, So I hope everyone is ready for the class. Today we are going start by learn about prime numbers in maths subject as a start"
[Four hours later]
"Ok, everyone, we are done with our class for today. I hope you guys go home and revise that I have told you today"Said Ashok with a gentle smile.
"Ok, teacher"shouted the small children
Nodded Ashok and dismissed the class. All the students quickly left after their mother came.
Ashok looked at the Village Chief who was here to take him back home.
"Sir, sorry to make you wait"said Ashok
Ajay nodded as both of them started walking towards his house.
On the way, Ashok tried to gain as much information he could gather from All about the geographic location of the village and the various problems faced by the villagers and the adjourned villages and tried to refresh his past memories.
On his way back, he will hear continuous ding sounds and found that all of those questions are getting added to his list of questions he can share with players.
Quest which he can issue were green in colour while red colour quest shows that he doesn't have the required authority or his reputation didn't meet the requirements.
Reaching the door steps of his uncle's house. Ashok heard the sound of a hammer hitting the metal.
Ting..Ting..
"It seems like your Uncle is busy with his work. He is really a hard-working man."
Ashok smiled and nodded to Ajay and thanked him and entered the house.
Entering inside, Ashok went and took a bath to clean himself of all the dust and sweat as well as change his clothes.
His Uncle was still inside the workshop forging tools and so he had nothing to do and decided to return back to his room.
Picking up a copy and classic ink pen, Ashok started writing all the information he had gathered about the surrounding and the quest available from repeatable one to non repeatable.
It took him about two hours to write them all down as he smiles with his hands paining due to continuous writing at fast speed.
'Now, I am ready all that is left is for the arrival of the player's and for the first part of the quest to end."
Thinking so Asoka looked at the status bar which was showing 65%evaluation completed
He was both excited and worried that later he would be disappointed if the results didn't meet his high expectations.
"Well, I can do nothing but wait and hope my expectations come true. Then in the future I would have to worry about the money for traveling or doing many other things."muttered Ashok.
when he stopped hearing the sound of hammering and went out to find his Uncle who was ditched in sweat showing off his muscular body as drops of sweat flowed down his chin dropping on the ground.
"oh! Ashoka, you have returned. Just wait a little, I will take a shower and prepare lunch."
"Don't worry, it's still early and I am not feeling hungry currently. So, you can take some rest after taking the shower after you must not push yourself too much, uncle."
Seeing his nephew worried looks, he laughed.
"Hahaha, its work is nothing. I don't even think this tiny work is pushing my limit. But what about you? How did the class go? I think kids were happy to see you after a long time."
"Yes, they were uncles and it relieved my heart on seeing their happy smiles and reminded me why I even want to become a scholar."
"I will one day definitely revisit the imperial city and will prove them wrong and their ideology that a village kid cannot become a true scholar."
Feeling the newfound determination and confidence in nephew 's voice, Ranjan was happy.
"I know I will one day."said Ranjan as he patted Ashok's shoulder and went to the bathroom to take a shower and get ready to make lunch.

A game which began with a dream.

Year 2021, the legendary game God Retribution online came to be known throughout the world.

What made the game so special?

The God Retribution online is a dream not a online game.
Until a person fall into sleep will enter the game.

Ashok who was a average high school student and end of become a legend in the world of God Retribution online.

He was not a player who stand at the top of food chain or the strongest. but the most known and knowledgeable player about the different quest, items and game history.

He helped many players in his journey of ten years to becoming a legendary game explorer.

During on of his quests, he discovered the sinister secrets behind the game.

Making him the enemy of the game creator and finally got killed by his subordinates

When Ashok thought, he is dead..
He got reincarnated as the dead NPC.

Returning back 10years in past before the beginning of the god retribution online.

From here his legend of the greatest guide and support NPC among the payers began.
While he guide them towards the truth of the game.

Who will be later knows as God Retribution Sage

*Disclaimer*
This cover is not owned by me. Original owner may contact me on discord or comments on any chapter to take it down.

Chapter 3: A devil transformation 

Wenzesclaus heaved a heavy sigh. Callistus eyed his friend with a discerning eye. It was amusing he enjoyed his friend in distress. They were notified by the academy to collect their textbooks, uniforms and badges. Callistus and Wenzesclaus had became best friends ever since. Wherever they went, they were together. After learning of the fate of their history, their bonds had grown closer. It was bad luck he got top marks for all of his assessments. Wenzesclaus didn't have one ounce of interest in becoming the top student. Excelled as the top student had meant that he had the responsibilities to put on a good image and reputation for the parents and guardians who will be attending the open ceremony. A public speech was such a bother.

He sighed. I should have made more mistakes on my assessment. I should have faked my capabilities. I should have pretended to be stupid. 

"Hey, Callis." Wenzesclaus had collapsed on the table once they had left the academy grounds. The pair had entered a cafe for lunch. "Why don't you take my place and represent our class?" 

Callis had sighed. "What are you talking about?" The prince had gone ahead and leafed through the food catalogue. "You're the top student. Remember, Asterisk is purely merit-based. Family background doesn't matter. It all comes to how skillful you are. And you have perfectly proven that your skills certainly had surpassed mine. So hang in there, Mr Top-Student." Callis had a mischievous grin on his face.

"Bastard…" Wenzesclaus eyed Callistus. "You're just getting revenge for snatching your top seat, didn't you?" 

"Well, I wonder what you're talking about." Callistus had pretended he knew nothing of it. He had turned to the waitress, and had ordered his food with a satisfying look. "Lunch Set A, please. What would you like, Zes? Or are you going on a diet?" The prince had teased. Wenzesclaus had blushed, turning crimson red from embarrassment.

"No, I'm no!" Wenzesclaus had scowled. "Lunch Set B, please." He placed his own order after Callistus. The waitress had chuckled at their childish bantering, had left with their orders. "Geez, Callis. You're the esteemed prince of this land." Wenzesclaus had sighed after the waitress had left. The prince had smirked. Wenzesclaus, The nation would weep. Their crowned prince had such an appalling personality. 

After their lunch, the pair had ventured into the palatial library. Wenzesclaus was curious, had tried picturing through the descriptions and feelings the esteemed elders had felt on that fated day. It was such a mysterious puzzle. Why would a demon intrude into Seinhart? The demon did nothing. He did not try to conquer, monopolize nor sovereign the peaceful land of Seinhart. He came all to kidnap two children. Something didn't feel right. Prince Callistus had agreed.

Something was not right.

The opening ceremony commencement of Asterisk Academy had signalled a fresh start of the trimester. Students from various backgrounds were gathered in the grand, capacious hall of Asterisk Academy. The nobles and aristocrats were lined in the first row. Wenzesclaus was also seated at the first row, to his surprise. His questions were answered when the Principal of Asterisk Academy had come on stage with the esteemed His Majesty, King of Seinhart Empire, Raphael Arnold Seinhart. Wenzesclaus was frozen stiff. Callistus had laughed and chuckled to himself. Wenzesclaus had sighed, eyeing the laughing prince.

"Bastard… you must have knew, didn't you?" Wenzesclaus had whispered. 

Vincent gritted his teeth, harbored great hostility against Wenzesclaus. His hostility had increased tremendously as he saw Wenzesclaus was seated in the front rows, along with the aristocrat families. He had picked the wrong person. The faces of pale expressions when Wenzesclaus was invited on stage. Seraphinus and Alexia were dumbfounded. Wenzesclaus was a descendant of the supreme oracle, the sole successor of an ancient noble family. Vincent was filled with extreme jealousy and envy. The audience were moved by Wenzesclaus's touching speech, was welcomed with open arms. Mervyn and Sassha, were also invited to the grand ceremony, were proud of their son's accomplishments. 

It was time Wenzesclaus had to face the fate of destiny. The clogs which had begun will never turn back. 

The grand ceremony soon came to an end. Students and parents filed out through the exit. Students headed to the classrooms assigned to them based on their assessments. Vincent had reluctantly headed for Class-A, his glare was willed with belligerent intent. Wenzesclaus and Callistus entered the classroom for their first lesson. Wenzesclaus and Callistus had glanced around and stared at their peers who would be their classmates for the term. 

" Oh! Prince Callistus, Wenzesclaus!" Alexis's expression lit when she saw the appearance of familiar figures striding into the capacious classroom. The classroom was classic; a blackboard, a teacher's desk, big windows and long desks. Although the hall was spacious, only a limited number of students was admitted into Class-S. There were only a sad number of students. Wenzesclaus glanced around and had done a quick count. 

"Eight…" Wenzesclaus was speechless. It was peculiar. The lower levels class were filled with hundreds of students, but their class barely filled the front rows of the classroom. The bell soon chimed, and their homeroom teacher had walked in. He was a man with a muscular build. The outline of his ripped muscles could be seen even from the jersey he wore. Their homeroom teacher had short black hair, his coat was donned over his distasteful jersey. His gray coat had orange rims, which signified he was an instructor for the magi department. 

The professor had taken a quick glance and settled himself comfortably at the teacher's desk. He had stared intently at Wenzesclaus, the one who had pulled full marks on Asterisk's assessments. Wenzesclaus was the first since the establishment of Asterisk Academy over a hundred years ago. Wenzesclaus had effortlessly broken the world's record. 

Wenzesclaus had blinked. The instructor tore his eyes from staring at Wenzesclaus. "Good morning, class. Congratulations on being admitted into Class-S. In this class, all of you are expected to be independent on your studies. Your instructors are here to oversee your progress. I am the instructor in charge of all you lot. Although the years I have been instructing Class-S, the measly numbers of students here had never failed to leave me stupefied. Seems like we have a genius with us this year." The instructor glanced at Wenzesclaus. Wenzesclaus was perplexed. His presence was below nil. Not many people could have detected his very existence on the first glance. Was this what a Class-S instructor is capable of? "My name is Abraham Frost." 

Unlike Class-E to Class A, Class-S has the absolute freedom of research material of their choice.  After self-introductory and curriculum briefing, Class-S had been dismissed for the day. Students in Class E till A had classic lessons till evening. Wenzesclaus and Callistus had decided to stop by the research materials centre. The research materials centre was connected to the library and the research labs. There was still much they did not know about devils. Wenzesclaus had checked out books from the library.  Wenzesclaus and his peers then decided to have a celebratory lunch since it was the first day of their school admission. Seraphinus and Alexia had suggested to try out the new sweets cafe which had just opened around the corner. Without much choices, the group had decided to give the new sweet cafe a try.

Wenzesclaus had glanced around his peers. With the exception of the prince, they had observed and stared at him. Wenzesclaus could barely remember their names during the homeroom that morning. Everyone's name was long and complicated, which he was weak at it. Two of his peers were Callistus's escorts. Wenzesclaus had burst into laughter. 

"Hahahahaha! You have escorts at this age, Callis?"

"Have anyone decided which research society to enter?" Alexia questioned, taking a small spoon of her strawberry yoghurt parfait. Seraphinus had ordered herself a mango parfait. The males had just ordered tea. The confectionery were too sweet to their liking. 

"Research society?" Wenzesclaus had blinked. He could finally experience the ache in his abdomen from laughing too much. Taking a break, he joined Alexis conversation. "What's that?" Wenzesclaus was practically clueless when it comes to society rules of their nation. Surrounded by natural resources of mother nature during his childhood days, it was the first time he had seen such a huge crowd of people when he entered the capital of Seinhart. 

Seraphinus's shyly nodded. "There are a few research societies." Her timid voice spoke daintily. She took out posters from her bag. "I was given these during the ceremony." She showed the group the posters she had gotten from the seniors promoting their research societies at the walkway leading to the grand hall where the opening ceremony was held. The peers glanced at the posters, curiosity had piqued their interests. There were various research societies where magic was used for the benefit of the society.

There was even a research society named 'Body Enhancement Research'. Wenzesclaus had turned to stone. It sounded so wrong in so many ways. Callistus's escorts were twin brothers. The elder twin was gleaming with passion. "However, I cannot do as I please without His Highness approval. I won't be indulgent. My job is to ensure His Highness safety. This is the reason why we're chosen as His Highness's escorts." 

Callistus sighed. "Kousuke, Haruki. Just do whatever pleases you. You don't need my approval, nor you have to follow me around everywhere." Callistus had told his escorts with a straight face. Wenzesclaus knew he just didn't like being followed around like a king. Wenzesclaus sighed. That was his intention all along. 

Both twins were from the Salvador Family. They were a noble knight family which they vowed to protect the royal family with their lives. The successors of the Salvador families were extreme powerful, their martial arts could put the military commanders to shame. The twins were sons of the Fifth Salvador Master, Albrecht Salvador. His sons, Kousuke Romaeus Salvador and Haruki Erik Salvador were his proud children of the Salvador family. After all, his sons inherited his strong appearance and traits. The twins although were thin, they possess the lithe figure of knights, like their mother, were competent and well-versed in miracle arts, also known as magic.

Magic was once known as arts of miracle, which is not achieved by many, leading people to believe that magic could only be performed by selected people chosen by the heavens. It is a miraculous feat, a gift from the heavens. Magi were capable of conjuring things out of nothing; transforming things into nothingness. A feat which many could only dream of. But the existence of magi had made humans' dreams come true. It began with foresight and predicting of the future. The origins of magic does not have an assault nature. Individuals who were born magical talent were sensitive to spiritual and supernatural essence. The discovery of virtual imagery and chanting had opened the gates to the unlimited possibilities of magic. 

"What should we do?" There are too many for me to decide~" Alexis had groaned.   

"Who knows." Wenzesclaus shrugged. He picked up a few of the posters and studied them. Wenzesclaus then felt a tingling feeling behind his neck. He turned and saw Vincent was standing outside the window. Fireball magic was activated in his hands, had aimed towards his direction. Wenzsclaus had dropped the papers and raced to the front of the doors.

"Everyone, duck!" Wenzesclaus had casted a huge barrier. He had charged to the front, standing in front of the threat, his peers were behind him. The customers and the staff of the cafe had panicked. Some tried to escape, were badly injured by the fireball spell Vincent had casted. The casualty was huge. Callistus had ordered Seraphinus to heal the injured, and casted another barrier over them. He had warned them not to do anything rash and heeded his instructions. 

"Do you think he's conscious of his own actions?" Wenzesclaus turned and asked Callistus. Callistus had shook his head.
"I don't think so, Zes." His reply was short. 

Callistus gritted his calcium-nurtured teeth. What should I do? Callis, think! You're the prince! It's your duty to protect these people of your nation! He turned around, was wide-eyed with shock. The weak-presence Wenzesclaus had easily deflected Vincent's fireball with a single hand. In fact, it was Vincent who had a hard time assaulting Wenzesclaus. Callistus sighed. You can do everything, don't you? His treasured friend must have decided it was the only casualty they would be willing to compromise.  Wenzesclaus dispelled his barrier, glared at Vincent.

"Wake up, Vincent! Do you know what you're doing?!" Wenzesclaus had yelled. His efforts were in vain. Vincent's ravings were defined as 'balderdash'. It was as if Vincent had been possessed, chanting words he had never spoken or knew he could. It was a marlakey of the society. He'd be shamed, a son of a prestigious noble family was defamed in the eyes of the people. Wenzesclaus however, frowned. He felt a tingling feelings from the litany baloney of words Vincent had spoken. Wenzesclaus could sense it. Vincent was unconscious. He was possessed by someone, something which possessed ominous powers. 

Wenzesclaus had transformed the magic barrier into an attack spell. His golden staff had materialized, and appeared in his delicate hands. His ice spell conjured was intent on slowing Vincent, however had hurt and damaged Vincent tremendously. Wenzesclaus had blinked. His eyes had turned red, his ears were pointy, had long, thin fingernails. Wenzesclaus frowned. It was bizarre. These were classic features of a resident from the Servius Empire. In other words, a spirit of the Servius empire. Vincent had transformed into one of those beings in front of his very eyes. He couldn't believe it. There were no recordings that humans could transform into spirits. However, it was also strange that such a weak spell had caused such a huge damage on a mythical being. These mythical beings were said to possess enhanced strength, durability, sight and prowess. 

Wenzesclaus realized the dire emergence of the current situation. He had made a wage that Callistus had realized it too. He trusted Callistus to protect the rest. His staff touched the grounds, making ripples of the spiritual power which was outspread like a thin layer. Callistus cold feel the immense colossal of spiritual strength he had gathered. Wenzesclaus's clear teal blue irises had a sharp gaze. He had struck the grounds at Vincent's feet with his golden staff.

"Sleep, Vincent." He commanded. He had made use of the oxygen and water particles in the air, was glaciated  Vincent in a cage of ice. Callistus felt Wenzesclaus was impressive. He was like a gift from the heavens. His skills were levels too advanced to be revered a magi at the young age of seventeen. He was astounded at Wenzesclaus's display of accuracy to even pinpoint at a rampaging Vincent. He was like a messenger from the heavens. His existence was vowed to kept confidential from the world.

He was just a freshman student at Asterisk Academy, was what the world knows about the young man named Wenzesclaus Marquis Fernandez.

"Is it over?" Alexis had spoke, stretching her neck nearer towards the unconscious Vincent. Wenzesclaus nodded. Callistus had summoned the royal commander, had entrusted the case to the man who played a vital role in keeping the empire safe. The royal guards were extremely perplexed by Wenzesclaus's skill, many had witnessed how effortlessly he had taken down a rampaging devil. There were still many things humans did not know about devils, nor the mysterious land of Servius Empire. People who step into the lands of Servius do not return. It was regarded as the forbidden lands by the people of Seinhart Empire. 

Wenzesclaus and Callistus had said goodbyes to their classmates after the incident was safely over. Wenzesclaus had sighed on their way home.They were exhausted. It was a day filled with incidents one after another. After all, he possesses the rare capabilities no man had ever seen. He and the people who were present during the fight were questioned over and over again. Even Prince Callistus was no different. Such an obscene sight was revealed in front of their eyes. A clue to what had happened between the pair had finally appeared. They had almost lost hope when they had found the library had possessed research information on devils and Servius empire close to nil. This incident had brought hope to them. A new clue. It was the beginning of a tremendous storm. 

In a land far, far away, a man who had been observing the entire incident through the crystal ball. He was located miles away from Seinhart empire. He had vermillion scarlet red hair, long, black nails, pointed fangs and ears. He had the most graceful and elegant appearance man had ever seen. Women often had fallen prey, were entranced by his alluring appearance, had met their demise at the hands of the notorious devil. With just one glance, his servants had smirked. It was a contrivance which humans were easily capacitated, had danced merrily to their tune. Humans were amusing, had achieved the conditions they required, was fit of becoming a devil's pastime. After all, it was their master who was the sole mastermind behind the strings of incidents which had ad nauseum occured on the lands of Seinhart empire. The cases of demi-devils transformation had been reported had increased since then.  He had enjoyed observing Wenzesclaus being summoned by the royal commander in assisting the police in subjugating the threats of devils.  

The devil had smirked. "Do you like my present, Zes?"

It's not yet the time yet. Suffer more, struggle more, my dear Zes. Our time is etched upon the clock. By the time you realize its true intentions, you are mine to have. 

You are mine, Zes.      

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

     



 

   

A boy at the age of 17, returned to the city upon his grandparents' wishes. He entered Seinhart Empire's most elite academy, his pale existence had brought the attention of many. Along with the crowned prince, they were invincible. The Master of Servius Empire was the sworn nemesis of Seinhart Empire. Over a housand years they had waged war against each other, soldiers and warriors who had departed from Seinhart to protect their homeland never returned. The reappearance of the Master who ruled Servius Empire had made him stand on the front-lines once again. The young man's name was Wenzesclaus. The sole legacy of the past hero, Mikhail Fernandez. 

The Master of the spirits said: "I have come to fulfill our promise. You will return to me. You are mine."

Dayne


What is your favorite pasttime?


Me? Daydreaming. Nothing beats some good old fashioned wide-eyed adrenaline-stimulating fantasy. In fact, it is so good that even movies have them daydream sequences. Yep, they do. And admit it or not, they often make you believe that they actually happened, only to be transported back to the "now" scene. Ha!


Daydreaming. Dreaming wide awake of things I like, of a life and a future I would want for myself, for my family and for the people that matter to me. This kind of pasttime has a lot of benefits, and well, like anything else in the universe, some downside, because whether we like it or not, we just can't have it all. There are just some things we cannot have, some place we can't afford to go to, some things we cannot change and some people who won't like or love us the way we would've wanted them to.


But that's just it, these bitter realities make daydreaming even more appealing to me. Because when I'm in that special realm, I am the star of the show, I am in control of my life, I am where I want to be, doing the things I love to do, with the people I want to be doing them with.


And right now, I am indulgently enjoying my cappuccino in my favorite cafe with Norah Jones crooning in the background. And seeing as it is around mid afternoon, not a lot of people are inside the cafe, to my great delight. The ambiance is, [sigh] just perfect. The aroma of the best brewed coffee in the whole wide world filling my nostrils and calming my soul.


But just then, my phone vibrated and The Jonas Brothers' "Only Human" started to play. And I got immediately transported back to my "now" which is an already cold half finished 3-n-1 instant coffee in my chipped yellow minion mug (classy, huh?) while I sit in our office pantry and now stare at my phone with my boss' name flashing angrily and persistently on the screen.


Yep, this is my reality, my "now" scene. "Yes, Ma'am Shelly?" I answered my phone, no longer able to sip even a drop more of my cold coffee as I hurriedly stoop up and scurried in the direction of my boss' office.


I immediately heard my boss' thick and commanding voice, "Where are you?"


Oh shit! Oh shit!  "I'm on my way to your office, Ma'am Shelly! Just got some coffee." I was almost running by this time and I'm almost afraid my pencil cut skirt would develop a slit with the strides I was making. Mental noting that I probably should not wear this skirt ever again in the office.


"Okay, hurry. We need to get certain things done ASAP." She hung up before I could even muster an answer. Classic Double "S" phone call ender.


"Just great!" I muttered as I ran as fast as I could to her office.


Well, on second thought, maybe I should lay low on my daydreaming a bit, I would've finished my coffee earlier while it was still hot. "Ugh!"


---------


Shelly Santos, a.k.a. double "S" around the office, my boss and one of the junior partners of the law firm I work for approached me just as I reached my desk. Wearing her usual confidence and serious face, she spoke.


"Dayne! I need these documents in five sets, arranged per date, and tabbed. I also need the Gonzalez case file. It's set on the 23rd. Contact Mr. Gonzalez and set an appointment on Monday at 9:00 AM. Also make a table on all the properties covered in the Velez case, just the more important data like title numbers, lot sizes, dates of registration, tax declaration numbers and assessed values, and another table for the personalties to make my work faster and easier. So many properties for me to take note of for this estate case. I can't afford to make mistakes." She fired away.


I wrote everything down, nodding as I did so. "Would that be all, Ma'am Shelly?, I asked.


She nodded, "Yeah. Thanks!" Then she walked away. But before she reached the door leading out she stopped and turned saying, "By the way, I need those files before 5:00 PM today. Our clients want the case filed by Monday." Pointing to the stack of documents she first mentioned earlier. "And please send in some coffee. I need my caffeine fix."


"Yes, Ma'am Shelly. One coffee comin' right up."


She nodded and then went out, her stilleto heels clicked clocked on the granite floor. I watched as her slender hips hugged by her skirt, swayed away effortlessly. Double "S" looks way much younger and sexy for her age of 47. She was widowed at 36 without any children. That's why her work is her life now. I kinda feel sad for her. But I also admire her brilliant mind, unwavering dedication to her profession and her drive to succeed and become a senior partner. These same traits however are also why I dread working for her because they make any semblance of a life for me, go up in smoke. Reducing my social life to zero, and any hope for having a love life to zilch.


I inhaled a deep breath, put down my notepad and made my way to the pantry to make her coffee, black with a touch of brown sugar. That's how she likes it.


My mind then became preoccupied at figuring out how to get my work done on time that I did not notice the presence of someone else in the room.

Dayne leads a simple and routine, hence relatively boring life. Her daily schedule proceeds like clockwork: house-work-house. She never dates. She is too busy working for a very workaholic boss to even consider going on dates. She is however content with what she has but likes to dabble with some harmless yet enjoyable daydreaming bouts on the side every chance she gets, as it is only in her daydreams that she could have some kind of more interesting life. Until she met Brian, a new associate lawyer of the firm she works for.  He is handsome, smart, so down to earth and sweet. Everything she ever dreams of in a man. What started as a coincidental first up-close encounter developed into something more which left them both longing for each other's company. And although Dayne seems to already fall for Brian, she believes he is an unreachable dream that can never be hers. What she doesn't know is that Brian has been hatching a plan - a plan which involves her ending up with him.

Jon's "parents" weren't very loving in his past life. They would neglect/beat him constantly in tell at age 15 he completed his first hit, it was a job he gave himself, and it was to kill his parent's. Although in the first 15 seconds of Samuels life he could tell it would be VERY different, for example his parent's named him. In Jon's life it wasn't in tell age 7 that he got a name, he gave it to himself. Another example would be that his father in his previous life was an acholic who was about 5'9 with a beer belly that would put the american santa claus to shame, but Sam's father was a 6'2 fit, and elegant King in his 40's. His new father had long blonde hair that stopped just above his broad shoulders. His old father had balded hair that left a circular hole on the top of his fat head.

-3 years later

Sam, now age 3 has gathered limited but useful information on the world around him. There are three major country's in this world, Agarath, Zastrist, and Farthrom. Agarath is the human kingdom where Sam was born. Zastrist is the demon kingdom where the Demon King Zarnoth rules. Farthrom is the Elven kingdom, where King Rathram rules. Sam's father King Sars the 3rd is the proud ruler of agarath, Sars has 4 children, Sars the 4th, Barnoth, Samuel, and Elizabeth. Sars the 4th is the first born and successor to the throne. The human kingdom is on the brink of war with the demon kingdom due to racial disputes, but war would be bad for both party's so both kingdom's are at a weird stalemate. In this world magic exist and so does some game like leveling system. Although this leveling system is something you unlock at age 6. It is well known knowlege that the average human adult is level 3 to 5, the average human soilder is level 5 to 7, the average knight is level 8 to 12, and so on and so fourth. The highest level human is King Sars at the crazy level 382, that is said to be enough power to take on 3,000 mid level demons on your own without breaking a sweat.

-3 years later

Sam is now the age to get his leveling system. "Father! Father!" Sam yells in an annoyed tone, "What! What is it Sam... OH it's today!" Sars yells. After waking his father Sam is taken to the awakening ceromony where thousands of children his age gather to get there leveling system. The ceremony is being held in The school for mage training (it's a school for specifically learning magic). The school is huge,  gothic in style, once entering there is this hallway and if you take a right turn you enter the auditorium and on the stage there is the kingdoms Archmage Narath, he is an 80 old man with a long beard that just stopped at his calves. Narath wears a long dark green robe and a classic wizard hat. Sam and his father, as royalty, sit in a reserved seat in the front with gaurds around them. Once everyone is seated Narath uses a spell know as {awaken the gods seed}. The spell awakens the system. Sam sees his system

-Samuel Anthropos
-Species: Human
-Lv. 1
- skills
Assassination: Lv. Max
-Items
none

'hmm? Assassination?' Sam is looking at skills, but is confused as he sees assassination is not only a skill he already has but is maxed out. "What is it son?" Sars asks in a concerned manner. "Nothing its just everythings empty." Sam replies. "Haha Its supposed to be. that's normal son." Sars says in a reassuring tone. 

-2 months later

Sam has been training in secret in order to complete his mission. He has a theory on the demon kings relation to satan, but he can't prove it. In order to prove his theory he would need to be strong enough to make Zarnoth submit. but currently he is only Lv. 2

-Samuel Anthropos
-Species: Human
-Lv. 2
-skills
Assassination: Lv. Max
-Items
none

The one thing he can do is try to gather mana. Currently he has no mana, in order to gather mana one would need to meditate and gather mana from the air and make it one with your soul. But even though he has memories of his past life his brain is still that of a 6 year old do focusing would be nigh impossible, but he was a man who in his past life once mediated for 13 days without so much as a flinch (long story). So Sam began to mediate

-1 month later

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-Samuel Anthropos
-Species: Human
-Lv. 5
-skills
Assassination: Lv. Max 
Mana manipulation: Lv. 2
(new) -skills subbar
Mana: 12
Strength: 5
Agility: 4
Intelligence: 45
Wisdom: 150

when the worlds top assassin dies, he reincarnates as a prince.

Ahoy Sea Criminals!
Have you ever played make belief as a child? What about make-belief as a middle schooler with an obsession with Sheriff and gangster movies? Well, I'm introducing Mr Delusional with the eighth-grade syndrome.
For those of you who are hearing this for the first time, Eighth-Grade Syndrome is a condition whereby an individual, usually around thirteen or fourteen years of age, who want to stand out very desperately and have convinced themselves that they have some hidden knowledge or secret powers become delusional. In other cultures, this is also known as Chinubyo.
How did I know Mr Delusional had Eighth-Grade Syndrome? Easily enough, he was the only member who invited himself into the gang and pushed his way into acceptance. Most of the delinquents usually join in by recruitment or by challenging Junior into a fight. However, that wasn't so for Mr Delusional. He knocked on the door one day very much like what Casper did and asked if he could join.
Mr Delusional wasn't actually very wild looking. He had natural dirty blond hair and brown eyes. It didn't seem to give me any 'wild' image even if he did try to make his hair spike up. According to Mr Delusional, the spikier the hair, the cooler you were. According to him, real men apparently had gravity-defying hair. That was something I couldn't quite understand. Another thing I didn't get was the tattoo sleeves he insists on wearing to school. There was just something about the boy that screamed coward to me. Tattoos were manly and piercings were not so cool according to Mr Delusional. However, I bet that Mr Delusional is just afraid of pain so he doesn't get piercings and can just say that tattoo parlours don't allow anyone underaged to get them so he can continue wearing his sleeves and get away with it.
Mr Delusional could fool almost anyone into thinking that he's the real deal as a delinquent but he won't be fooling me. I recognised where he gets those classic and absolutely cool one-liners that he occasionally throws. The Godfather was a true classic but in context, Mr Delusional sounded like a third-rate actor imitating it. No offence but he can be a really cool guy when he stops trying to be one. All this does for me is convince me that he's greasy and creepy when he pulls those one-liners out.
Some small signs I noticed about Mr Delusional early on in my observation stage before I started interacting was that he could be rather fearful and socially awkward. Mr Delusional doesn't have a lot of self-confidence and feels the need to do something to fit in with the gang. At this point, I'm slightly concerned. This group of delinquents aren't truly part of the mafia, they were just a bunch of middle-school children who didn't have any place to go to. I'd be more worried if they were actually up to more than just jumping on poor kids to threaten them for lunch money. If one of these kids were a son from the yakuza or something, I'm sure Mr Delusional would have thrown himself at their feet and begged to be accepted into the group.
Mr Delusional isn't born tough. He jumps at almost everything, or at least now he flinches to conceal the fact that he doesn't have nerves made from steel. Just yesterday, he was startled by a fluttering curtain he was seated close to and fell out of his chair. Of course, falling out of a chair would warrant teasing from the class but Mr Delusional did well and played it off as him dozing off in Casper's very boring lesson. Nobody else saw it because he was seated at the back of the class but I did. Mr Delusional was rocking his chair on its two hind legs and balancing a pencil on his nose when the wind blew the curtain into his face and startled the poor fool. His flailing against the 'ghost' made him lose balance and sent him kissing the ground. It must have hurt a lot too seeing how his head made a solid cracking sound on the ground.
That's just an example of what he did that made me think he was actually quite a jumpy guy. Other than ghosts, Mr Delusional was also afraid of bugs and birds. Basically, anything that flutters around isn't alright with him. I have evidence of it because all the other boys were trying to rescue a sparrow who flew into the class and got hit by the ceiling fan. The dumb bird was still alive but bleeding so someone had to carry it to the school doctor for fixing. Mr Delusional quickly stood the furthest away from the animal and declined when someone asked if he wanted to volunteer a trip down to the infirmary.
As for being socially awkward, Mr Delusional wasn't very good at joining in conversations. There could be a bunch of boys just playing a game of flipping erasers that they called Eraser Brawler and poor Mr Delusional just didn't know when to join in. I could see his eyes darting to and fro as the kid opened his mouth several times to say something only to close it because someone else said something that might have covered him. Mr Delusional was always searching for the right timing often to insert his awesome one-liners. Some of the boys thought he was cool while others thought he was crazy because whenever he spoke, it sounded like a true overlord.
Some of you might be wondering what Eraser Brawler is so I'll briefly explain the game here. Two or more boys choose their eraser of choice to bring to battle and flick them with only their pointer finger each turn. Their aim is to flick it over their opponent's eraser and if it is done successfully, they can keep their opponent's erasers. For the record, the boy with the most erasers so far is Lanky whom I will introduce tomorrow.
In a nutshell, Mr Delusional isn't a qualified nutcase but if I document this, I'm sure he will feel the burn of shame when he becomes an adult. I'm not sure how many people out there share this Eighth-Grade Syndrome but if you do, please drop me a message to let me know how you were cured.
That's all from me, ya sea dogs! Till next time!
Fair winds.
Pirate S.


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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            Classic Tails sat on his "bed". He had been here for two months now. Modern hadn't remembered any of this, so this was a disruption of the time stream. Robotni- Eggman was insane! 

            Modern and Boom 2 had been captured two weeks ago. 

            Modern had accepted the fact that he was a prisoner the first day, but Boom 2 had a harder time. He refused to believe there was nothing he could do. He tried to escape multiple times, until Boom was kept chained permanently. 

            Classic felt sorry for Modern, who was him at 8 years old. Over the video chat Modern had told them all the reason he was so quiet and reserved. 

            AoStH had noted that Modern acted different from Classic even though they were the same person. 

            Modern had, at first, tried to blame the change on the age difference, but Classic pointed out that Modern had been happy and energetic when they met first, so something had happened.

            It was then that Modern told them about the War to Take Back the Planet. 

            The scariest thing was that Classic knew that it was going to happen to him. That also explained the "Infinite" thing Modern Eggman had mentioned.

            Classic's thoughts turned to his friends: Sonic, Knuckles, and Knuckles' wife, Liz. He had been dragged into Generations during Sonic 2. He was now dragged from the peaceful time after Sonic 3, during which Sonic and him (with Knuckles' permission, of course) had moved onto Angel Island. 

            Knuckles and Liz had eggs, and their children should be hatching any day now. Classic missed them.

            Suddenly, the cage started shaking violently. Classic cried out and hid under the "bed". The walls and ceiling began to fall away, until it was all gone.

            Classic looked up and saw he was in a forest. The cage had disappeared, and he was free. Classic stood up cautiously. He didn't trust this sudden freedom.

            He straightened and sniffed the air. The wind was coming in from the northwest. It smelled like fox cub. It was a stretch, but Classic had to try. If one of the other Tails came up too, Classic had to find them.

            Following the sent, Classic found it annoying that he knew all the Tails' faces and names, but not their scents. Besides Modern, that is.

            The scent grew stronger and stronger until...

            "Ow!" Classic collided with Sat AM.

            The two sat on the ground rubbing their heads until they saw who it was they'd collided with.

            "Sat AM!" Classic yelled joyfully.

            "Classic!" Sat AM responded.

            The two hugged, then Classic pulled away.

           "We need to find the others. If they were freed by the thing that freed us, we need to find them," he said.

           Sat AM nodded, "Especially Modern."

           Classic nodded. While Boom 2 had recovered from the method of getting captured quickly, Modern got worse. They all suspected poisoned food, but none were brave enough to say it out loud.

            The two started walking silently, keeping their noses open for any scent of foxes. Then Sat AM broke the silence.

            "Why is- was- Modern Eggman so cruel?" he asked.

            He said the word Eggman like it was the most disgusting thing he'd ever tasted.

            "He went mad," Classic explained, "being beaten over and over got to him and he got so bent on destroying Sonic he's like a shark during a feeding frenzy."

            Sat AM was quiet, thinking about it. A gust of wind blew, and he stopped and shivered. Classic put his arm around Sat AM and the two of them kept walking.

            Modern Eggman is dead, but is not out. Soon after his death, Modern Orbot initiates the doctor's revenge plan to distroy Sonic; but not physically this time- mentally.
           Even those who have no idea aren't safe. In the Boom Universe, what looked to be a routine battle turned seemingly deadly.
           All the Tails from the different universes are herded and contained in the Modern Universe, and the Moderns are kicked out. The Tails will be killed, and they can't do a thing.
            However, the Moderns spread the word to the frantic Sonics and join forces to fight back. The Tails join into one Skulk, and fight to break free.
            But will the heroes claim the final victory?

We escape from our closest circle. If we leave for any reason and therefore we leave home. If it is your custom to return. They would not have mercy against you because less is more and regardless of whether it touches you to cry in silence, it is better to forget what one day was. Well, it will never be again. Don't come home this Christmas. Nobody waits for you anymore.
It happened quietly. She began with the cunning of her complicit grandparents. Without realizing it, they took her everywhere and for her free time to school. There were hints of what she was up to, as Ashley never asked anything before her father's day. But everything happened disappeared. Until she was ten.
It was the date of a birthday celebration and they handed out a lot of those things for crazy hours. Suddenly in the festive euphoria they turned one towards me and threw all kinds of things like in a carnival.
How embarrassing, uncomfortable, with mention of the irritable but no. In me it caused a great disappointment because everyone attacked, doing bullying. My heart in that moment understood. That nothing would ever be normal again. The hatred towards my trips and short stays took its existential costs: to be or not to be.
As a son I failed. I'd say taking the blame on my parents. Well, thrown out on the street, since he was a teenager; Still, I was coming home. He forgave in cycles of one to five or more years. The paradox is that on my wife's side things are darker, more intriguing and aberrant. Making a fool of myself is a weak term to describe humiliations, limitations of affection, dissatisfaction with not satisfying the family that rejected me, to the point of ending up badly hurt. Bodily destroyed, one day June 20, 2004 in a hospital bed with a short cure of a month; but that marked my soul with deep wounds for life. It's not that you can't trust it. It is the same as forgiving: "seventy times seven".
Do you want to do it I ask. Inescapable. Reasonable: Leaving without being able to square the reasons. With losses of wife, house and children. While here. Her stupefied face flushes and she gestures reproachfully with her mouth.
I also had my plan. It consisted of lowering the spirits of the accused and added by their delusions. It's October 30; what I fear is to rediscover those realities. In such a context. Greater insight is required. Let your voice be heard within you. Let your economy numb the reasons for amendments. It's not chatting for a while; is to enter into reverse competition. One is good. Another bad one and consumes the rest of life. I wait patiently. Lips collected and tongue asleep. I serve my food. They no longer wait for us. They don't miss us.
In the distance, up high. A bridge was being implemented that unites these two worlds. Appreciate. Oh. It was an afternoon nap and she just appeared. Is each day more chilling, suffocating, or hybrid? I had learned to value the facts and I would know how to collect the ashes from my bones.
More than one docile person, Proverbial Macho! More than one criminal. Before me she opens her jaws. They overwhelm anguish. Fears of getting hurt in the back. That if you fall you cannot get up. If they hit you, you won't be able to look: Who was she? And again impunity is the flag of your opponents; I say it like this because the adversary is another is that it moves them to lack of love.
There are children who are a reflection of their things. There are Parents who react, others who forget, others who leave ... Everything: scares! It stinks of aggressiveness! It is fatal chaos! Have you ever given thanks. By understanding that everything has a meaning. A classic orejona. An encounter with you. A purpose in God. That your peace is their peace.
That it is better to go to be one more tombstone in a sordid, gloomy and horrible cemetery. How would you feel? See your niche there. With vase and withered flowers. Lack of water. Why did no one love you. Nobody remembered. No one returned the favor. That ingratitude has its trees, with branches whose leaves fall in each autumn season covering it.
That was the environment full of indifferent affections. Filled with careless gestures. Impregnated with wicked gestures. Mourn! Of course I do it before an altar in the style of Abraham when God called him. Being Abram. His wife bore the mark of generational sin, for she was sterile. You can be bitter from birth, but passionate to dissatisfaction; so much so, that you would allow a lover to lose your husband by not giving him what he is looking for. However, it was not so because Abram being Abraham. He questioned God, having in his house a son product of adultery ---. As in many houses orchestrated by the couple on duty and then talking about infidelities, sanity and paternal presence, yes this man. Your husband is because of you lover and father of other children, whom he he he loves more than yours. Why the sodomite liberation of a man makes your affections limit to give them to another (s) ---. No. Abraham said to God: Why should I inherit a son from a slave? He wouldn't say it for Hagar; but for Saraí because she was obsessed by passionate, irreverent and misplaced sexual relationships .
Every Father Ashley's day, he gave his grandfather the gift. He hadn't noticed. Trusting Don Liaray because being him: Pastor. Biblical Institute Teacher. Regional Director of LADP. How could the obscurity of a gesture of childish attraction be discerned? He attracted her daughter at the same age to an isolated room and together with her son between drinks they played mommy and daddy and loving her brother. If he regretted that, I don't know, but everything changed for him. So much so that he now has three salaries. What prizes of the evil sown. Of the iniquity transmitted to his generations.
I understood that from the abdominal cuts whose scars were abrupt at the level of his navel. He endured several operations, but never the pain of incest. Whose misfortune is now the core of family disenchantment.

Although the slogan says: after, this story includes: before Bierny ...
Bierny, rushed to bring ICTs to the most remote areas of the country so he wins an award in his past and gets a reward in his future.

He comes? An award? A reward?
Bierny to achieve each goal, conceives a type of Alpha and Omega leadership, based on proverbial, psalmist and ecclesiastical principles from the beginning to the end of his work, always in all the work is the first and last at the same time, leaving the people at the center of your project.
The Alpha? The beginning? First?
The Omega? The end? The last?
Learning from him is always good if it is based on washing, having and entering. And whose fortune will give him the right to the tree of life. He finally he enters the heavenly city.
Blessed? To wash? To have? Get in?
There are legions of enemies, it requires training to possess armor that must be used against those who must fight and of course defeat.
The Legion of Enemies?
But the DOGS.1 will be outside,
and the WIZARDS. 2,
FORNICARIES. 3,
HOMICIDES. 3,
IDOLATRESSES. 5,
and everyone who LOVES and makes a LIE. 6.

Bierny is a messenger whose testimony is key to 7 churches that have lost their faith.
An angel? A testimony? 7 Churches?
By eating from the tree of life, he acquires lineage and becomes like the star that rises from the earth through all the heavens, replacing the star that descends from heaven because of its wickedness.
A root? A Lineage? A star?
Revelation 22: 12-16

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