On the eve of the end of the world, I was able to get the swallowing system.
The task of the host is to eat all the zombies of the whole world. 
???... Is the zombie used as food?
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hope you guys enjoy the novel and also please if there is a problem with the translating please tell me i'll fix it .

Are you complicated? 
So are Levi and Oli, they are the definition of complicated and mysterious. 
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After I was married, I would come home late at night and Valentina would not settle for it, she would heat up my soup while cursing David. I would leave it at that, I had no way of explaining to her that when I was finished, I would stay alone in the agency on my own, in obsessive reading. In those hours, seeing my works signed by strangers gave me nervous pleasure, a kind of jealousy in reverse. Because for me, it was not the guy who took over my writing, it was as if I wrote in his notebook.

It would be night, and I would read the phrases I knew by heart, then repeat the subject's name aloud, and swing my legs and giggle on the couch, I would feel myself having an affair with another woman. And if someone praised the phrases, much greater was the vanity of being a discrete creator. It was not pride or presumption, feelings naturally silent, but of vanity itself, with a desire for boasting and exhibitionism, which greatly valued my discretion. And new articles were asked for, and published in magazines covers, and praised by readers the next day, and I stood it. With that vanity in me gathered up, made me strong and handsome, and led me to quarrel with the telephone operator and call the office-boy a donkey, and ruined my marriage, because I came home and was already shouting at Valentina, and she looked at me wide-eyed, she did not know why I was so vain. I had a bad temper when it came to arrive at the agency the invitation to the annual meeting of anonymous authors to be held in Vienna.

It was a correspondence posted in New York, with no other sender's cue, with Melo & Silva Agency in a black envelope that David opened and gave me amused.

I threw the letter in the drawer of unimportant things, even though it did not contain more information than the name of a hotel and a date that I by accident came to register in my mind, it was Valentina's birthday. Months later, arriving home at two o'clock in the morning, I found my wife sitting up in bed with a sleepy face as since she had become a newscaster, she had woken up early. When she asked me if I still wanted the soup, on impulse I told her that on television she looked like a parrot because she read the news without knowing what she was talking about. She put on her slippers, put on a crochet over her pyjamas, went slowly into the kitchen, turned on the microwave, and without raising her voice said that it was worse for me to write a portion of things for no one to read. I dismissed the soup, left the house with the clothes of the body and I settled in the agency, where I was rendezvousing my articles until falling asleep on the sofa.

After nights sleeping there, with some leftovers of anger and back pain, I thought of going back to Valentina for her birthday, and that was when I remembered the invitation in the drawer. David did not oppose my trip to Austria, he even made some comments about globalization and such.

I had enough money, more than thirty years and I had never left the country, I thought that in the worst case I would cool my head around the world in the plane. I came home to pack, Valentina was not there, I left her a note informing me that I would be leaving for the World Writers' Congress.

Ethics, press laws, criminal liability, copyright, the advent of the internet, was the subject of the meeting, behind closed doors, in a sullen hotel in Vienna. Speakers from different nationalities followed each other in lectures that I accompanied in Spanish through the simultaneous translation system. But already on the second day, as we entered the night, the questions of common interest gave rise to personal, embarrassing testimony. This was beginning to look like a convention of anonymous alcoholics who suffered not from alcoholism, but from anonymity. Veteran authors, sporting the full name on their badge, wrangled over the microphone for a festival of boasting. They cite a row of their works, and without necessity, they exposed the identity of the presumed authors, sometimes a great statesman, sometimes the notorious ghost-writer of a great statesman, sometimes a laureate novelist, a philosopher, a prominent intellectual, stirring up laughs from the audience.

On the third night, I was really determined to leave the conference when the microphone fell on my hand and the bystanders crossed their arms to watch me. I was the freshman, I was perhaps a strange element, I had heard compromising confessions, I had no way out, my silence would cause a fit of a pique. Apologizing for expressing myself in Portuguese, summarizing my curriculum, mentioning my doctoral thesis they started applauding, I recited some of my phrases slowly, so that the interpreters could translate them to contentment. Then I explained the context of one or another work, I alluded to personalities who owed me favours, I was soon releasing scattered fragments of all the articles that came to my mind. It was already a compulsion, I, boiled, would talk, talk, talk until dawn if they did not turn off the stereo. When I saw the empty room and the crowded elevator, I climbed seven floors of stairs. I was light, I was thin. Up there I got the feeling of having gone hollow. The nausea I felt upon entering my bedroom would be with me for a long time, the mould of the corridors impregnated my nostrils. For months, every time I retreated on the agency couch, thinking of savouring old articles, I would resent the smell of the hotel's orange carpet in Melbourne. My room was muffled, the window was a fixed glass, the landscape was two rows of light posts on a straight and endless avenue. I felt like calling someone in Brazil, but the phone was blocked. I spent the night looking at the ceiling, and when they knocked on the door with breakfast, I felt great gratitude, I made sure that the steward sat with me; he was Hungarian, spoke very little English, taught me some Hungarian words, and had very small hands, which I filled with coins. I was emotional, I went downstairs anxiously to see my colleagues, and from that morning the meetings were almost silent, the people prostrate in their seats. The few who were willing to take the stage spoke in a low tone, away from the microphone, remembering the hardships of a trade that so many deserted in search of fortune and popularity. There were tributes paid to absent companions, deceased in abandonment or hospitalized in asylums for schizophrenics, some were even persecuted and condemned in their countries for the crime of opinion, professionals who, as a matter of principle, do not have one.

In the closing session, there were speeches in defence of the rights of privacy and free expression, but the proposal to write an open letter was harshly rejected, after all, no newspaper would publish a petition of writers who never signed up. And we, who had come to the hotel a week before, knocking cab doors and unloading luggage, we set off slowly, dragging baggage-laden luggage to the chartered bus across the street. At the airport we exchanged addresses and hugs, there were those who cried, everyone promised to be present at the next meeting in Tokyo, then everyone went into a tunnel. I spent thirty hours thinking blank, and when I asked to sleep at home, Valentina did not ask me anything, she poured me soup and combed my hair. It was when, deprived of self-love, I impregnated Valentina.

Breno Silva has just attended the Anonymous Writers Congress in Kuala Lumpur and is on his way back to São Paulo when a bomb scare on his Malaysia Airlines flight forces him to spend a night in Shanghai.
Fascinated by the Chinese language - he is after all a ghost writer by trade and a man who lives by language - he spends the night watching television, trying to pick out words. In charting Breno's life we enter a storytelling labyrinth, as his myth-making, love-making and essays into another culture become mired in the world where celebrities make reputations and fortunes from the writing of others, and where the reader is not sure what language, or what reality, is being offered.

A surge of sweetness flowed into his heart. The Divine Rain Silk turned into threads of divine essence, entering Ye Yuan's four limbs and all the bones in his body.
Finally, it converged in Ye Yuan's divine sea.
Ye Yuan closed his eyes, sampling the Divine Rain Silk's medicinal properties in detail.
The knowledge that Dustless narrated rolled swiftly in Ye Yuan's mind, affirming with his experiences one by one.
However, after the Divine Rain Silk's medicinal strength entered Ye Yuan's divine sea, it dissipated to nothing very quickly.
Very soon, Ye Yuan's divine sea was thoroughly dried up.
"What did I say? You're purely wasting spirit medicines like this! Digest the things that I said more …"
Dustless was currently grumbling when he suddenly discovered that Ye Yuan completely ignored him.
One look, Ye Yuan actually already entered a meditative state.
Dustless was helpless and could only shut up.
Two days later, Ye Yuan swallowed another portion of Divine Rain Silk.
Dustless could not do anything to Ye Yuan and could only cuss him out for being a wastrel.
But Ye Yuan acted arbitrarily without regard for others' opinion. It was as if he did not hear his words at all.
Only at this time did Dustless notice that ever since the first time he swallowed the Divine Rain Silk, Ye Yuan did not seem to have paid attention to him anymore.
"This guy, he wouldn't have …"
Dustless sucked in a deep breath, his gaze when looking at Ye Yuan became odd.
He shut his mouth and just kept looking at him like this.
Ye Yuan already completely forgot about Dustless's existence. He was just like a puppet, swallowing a portion of spirit medicines every one to two days.
The spirit medicines were reducing one portion by one portion.
But Ye Yuan did not have the intention of stopping.
In a blink, over 30 days passed.
Ten sets of complete spirit medicines were only left with four sets now.
These 30 days' time, Ye Yuan exhausted a full six portions of spirit medicines!
When Ye Yuan opened his eyes, he discovered that Dustless's breathing became ragged, a pair of eyes staring at him like seeing ghosts.
Ye Yuan asked with a curious look, "Senior, what are you doing here? Could it be that there are flowers on my face?"
Dustless drew a deep breath and strove to calm his emotions down and asked Ye Yuan, "You wouldn't have … grasped all of it, right?"
When he asked this kind of thing, Dustless actually started feeling somewhat worried lest he should lose it.
Ye Yuan froze. Only then did he understand that Dustless was asking him if he grasped the medicinal properties of the spirit medicines.
Ye Yuan shut his eyes and went through once, and discovered to his pleasant surprise that these spirit medicines' medicinal properties, he actually already grasped 70%-80%!
This discovery made Ye Yuan pleasantly surprised!
This period of time, he felt like he had a dream.
In the dream, he was continuously comprehending these spirit medicines' medicinal properties.
No idea how much time had passed either, he virtually grasped all of it.
He originally thought that he was having a dream. He did not expect that after waking up from the dream, he actually really grasped the medicinal properties of these spirit medicines!
This kind of feeling was really like dreaming!
Ye Yuan asked Dustless with a look of pleasant surprise and said, "Senior, I already grasped 70%-80% of the medicinal properties. This … What's going on here?"
The corners of Dustless's mouth suddenly twitched, and he asked, "Did you feel like these 30 day's time, it was like having a dream?"
Ye Yuan froze and could not help saying in surprise, "30 days? 30 days already gone by?"
Merely just a dream, Ye Yuan felt that the time was very long in the dream.
But after waking up, he also felt that not a long time passed.
But hearing Dustless' meaning, 30 days had actually gone by already!
The more he said, the more puzzled Ye Yuan got, totally unaware of what happened.
He grasped these spirit medicines' medicinal properties bafflingly!
"Did you have a dream?" Dustless suddenly asked.
Ye Yuan nodded honestly.
"In the dream, did you feel like a very long time had already passed?"
Ye Yuan nodded once again.
"In the dream, did you continuously comprehend the medicinal properties?"
Ye Yuan nodded his head repeatedly.
Dustless let out a sigh and said, "You, brat, your luck is really excellent to the extreme! In an accident arising from many causes, you actually entered the Selfless Realm[1]!"
"Selfless Realm?" Ye Yuan repeated it, clearly very unfamiliar with this realm.
Dustless said, "That's right! The so-called Selfless Realm is a kind of spirit wandering away state! Under this sort of state, no matter what you learn, it's incomparably fast! Since you entered the Selfless Realm until now, a total of 30 days' time had passed. Figuring out 70%-80% of five kinds of divine rank spirit medicines in 30 days, this can simply be rated as a miracle! Only the Selfless Realm can achieve this kind of effect!"
Ye Yuan said in surprise: "There's still such a realm? Doesn't that mean that a hundred days' time is sufficient for me to refine the Divine Essence Pill?"
"Pooh! You're really shameless! Do you think that Selfless Realm is so easy to enter? Being able to enter this kind of state once, you already hit the jackpot! Under Divine Lord Realm, among a million martial artists, there might not be one capable of entering Selfless Realm too! Among them, includes Heaven Glimpse Deity Realm and Origin Deity Realm! Furthermore, even entering once, that's very lucky too! The chances of entering again are even smaller than the first time!" Dustless said.
Ye Yuan was also secretly dumbfounded when he heard. It looked like he seemed to have really hit the jackpot.
"Senior, this Selfless Realm, just what kind of realm is it?" Ye Yuan said curiously.
"Since there are higher realms after Deity Realm, then after Heaven Man Unity heart realm, there are naturally higher realms too! Selfless Realm is the heart realm after Heaven Man Unity! Heaven Man Unity is the resonance towards Heavenly Dao, while Selfless is in accordance with Heavenly Dao! You definitely found the correspondence point with Heavenly Dao under the heavy pressure. Hence, you temporarily entered Selfless Realm. Cultivating by following a normal routine, only after reaching Divine Lord Realm, creating a world that belongs to you, can you find the correspondence with the Heavenspan world's Heavenly Dao, and firmly enter Selfless Realm!" Dustless said.
The meaning of these words he said was very simple: Ye Yuan got very lucky. That was how he entered the Selfless Realm.
Wanting to enter again was undoubtedly a fool's ramblings.
The disparity between Grotto Profound Deity Realm and Divine Lord Realm was too great.
But Ye Yuan laughed open-mindedly and said, "So that's how it is! No matter what, grasping the medicinal properties is good. Senior, can we start expounding on Formation Dao?"
Dustless was not as accepting as Ye Yuan. He was still incredibly shocked in his heart.
He did not say certain stuff. Those able to coincidentally enter Selfless Realm, the vast majority were all Origin Deity Realm powerhouses!
The comprehension of Origin Deity Realms toward Heavenly Dao was already very high. If lucky, one would be able to find the correspondence point with the Heavenspan World's Heavenly Dao.
And Origin Deity Realms capable of entering Selfless Realm, the majority were all able to hew open a world, achieving Divine Lord Realm, truly becoming a powerhouse of a region!
Those like Ye Yuan, able to enter Selfless Realm after just breaking through to Grotto Profound Deity Realm, one might not even be able to find a few in the entire Heavenspan World!
This was the real reason why he was astounded!
In other words, as long as Ye Yuan could cultivate to the Origin Deity Realm by following a normal routine, reaching Divine Lord Realm was virtually a shoo-in!
After entering the Deity Realm, even though every step was extremely difficult, there was still a massive dividing crest between realms.
Divine Lord Realm, was the first hurdle!
[1] The Selfless in this case, is actually Anatta, from Buddhism.


TRANSLATOR'S SYNOPSIS

Qingyun Zi was betrayed and murdered. Just when he thought that everything was over, he wakes up in a new body; the body of a silkpants named Ye Yuan. 


As he embarks on a new life, he struggles to cope with the loss of loved ones as well as to accept his new identity. 


Unresigned to his fate, Ye Yuan resolves to make his way back to the top while hiding his identity from his old enemies as he plots his revenge.
 

How did he revive? Will he be exposed and die again with countless regrets? Was there a mastermind behind all this?


With all these questions and more in his heart, Ye Yuan resolves to seek out answers as he uncovers a darker plot behind everything.

Soon enough, now that everyone was convinced that Yujia had enough skill, it was time for her to begin teaching. 
Yujia had a vague plan in mind. She would first talk about some principles of art to further solidify the false idea that she had extensive knowledge. She wouldn't really need to do this if she was a true, hard-working student of Lingxin Pavilion. But because she still hadn't studied the Six Principles— she planned to do this soon— she could only make up some things about painting that came from both her artistic experience and the things she learned in college. 
There was a definite difference between making up false philosophy that couldn't be proven wrong about her own art and making up things to teach other people. For one thing, teaching other people did require a certain amount of skill in the first place. Teaching people what was all made up nonsense meant that they wouldn't be able to create anything decent either, since everything was fabricated. Therefore, she had to weave in a lot more truth to her words.
After talking about all the principles, Yujia planned to give them an opportunity to learn step-by-step how to paint something. This would introduce them to techniques that would, in the future, allow them to develop their own style if they were that interested in pursuing the arts.
This plan, though simple, would hopefully take up the entire session today. Once her teaching time was over, she would hurry back to Lingxin and do some studying to prepare for any future meetings these girls might want her to come back for.
"Alright," Yujia started, "Who knows the Six Principles of Painting? This is one of the most basic parts of painting that all beginners should familiarize themselves with before moving on too much."
There were two possible actions that could occur after she asked this question. First, someone in this group would know the answer. Yujia would ask them to describe the six elements, and then, that person could educate everyone else and Yujia at the same time, all under the pretense of Yujia "testing their knowledge". 
If no one knew, it wasn't the end of the world either. Yujia could just tell them all to go and do this as research when they get home. She would proceed to talk about Spirit Resonance, the one principle she was confident about her knowledge of.
Sima Qianzi ended up speaking up. "Because I was interested in learning about painting earlier, I did briefly study them. The six are Spirit Resonance, Bone Method, Correspondence to the Object, Sustainability to Type, Division and Planning, and Transmission by Copying." 
"Wonderful. Can you explain them?" Yujia prodded. 
"Of course. Spirit Resonance is the connection of energy throughout a work. It measures the amount of life within the piece. Bone Method refers to the technique of painting with the brush. Correspondence to the Object explains how lines come together to depict a form. Sustainability to Type involves the layering of colors. Division and Planning refer to composition. It also demonstrates how composition affects the depth of a painting. Lastly, Transmission by Copying is all about replication." 
Yujia took fast mental notes while Qianzi explained. She found that with Qianzi's voice being so soft and her explanation so precise and careful, it was easy to remember a few of the words she said.
As if she knew about the Six Principles already, Yujia took the now-dried painting she created earlier. She pointed out a few of the brush strokes and areas of the painting. "I know that it may be difficult to memorize all these principles from just hearing or reading about them. To provide an example of how these six elements form a painting, let's take a look at this. With the Bone Method used on the mountains further in the back, you can see how it affects Division and Planning to create a sense of dimension. This is only one example— Bone Method always affects Correspondence to the Object just as much."  
The young ladies all nodded thoughtfully. 
"From this example, it is clear that all the Six Principles are intertwined," Yujia continued, "What I manage to do with Bone Method directly alters the other elements. And all together, the elements come together to create Spirit Resonance, the ultimate, most crucial factor within painting. That is why it's important to know every single one to be able to apply it to your paintings."
Tianyu spoke up, asking, "So we have to memorize all of them?"
"Yes. These are the basics to painting, so it's crucial to memorize them," Yujia answered. 
It was a little hypocritical to hear herself say these words. Still, Yujia assured herself by reminding herself that she was going to immediately study and memorize the Six Principles as soon as she returned to Lingxin. 
"For now, let's move on from the principles and get to some actual painting."
Yujia looked around the pavilion, her eyes settling on the pond surrounding the pavilion. She walked to the direction of the edge of the pavilion, looking out to the pond. This would be a good thing to reference and paint for beginners. 
She waved her hand to gesture them to all come over. They walked over with curiosity in their eyes at what they were going to do next. 
"To get to practice one of the principles in action… er— Transmission by… Copying… let's spend a few minutes observing this pond. Use these observations to paint a picture in your head. We'll be practicing painting this pond as one of our first paintings," Yujia explained.
Upon hearing this, Luowei smiled brightly. "This is wonderful. Feifei was just telling me about how they added new goldfish to the pond a few weeks ago. I was about to suggest that we go to admire them at the end of this gathering."
Tianyu was the first to rush up to the side. "Look, Older Sister Jing Juan!" she shouted, pointing at a few of the fish that swam by. "That one looks almost gold in this light! And that one— look at the color!"
Jing Juan, who walked over with Feifei, nodded with appreciation. "It's been a while since I saw goldfish with such splendid colors. The ones in my family's pond are all too bland."
The rest of them all swarmed forward, pointing out various fishes as well as observing the entire pond carefully. Yujia looked on with amusement. 
Feifei, who had barely said anything up until now, finally spoke up, pointing at a swarm of fish that just passed by. She tugged at the sleeve of the girl next to her, calling attention to the scene in front of her. "Jing Juan— look over there. Isn't that swarm almost all gold? The colors are so pretty; they remind me of the imperial palace."
"They really are!" Jing Juan's eyes widened with marvel, "Isn't it strange how that all the golden fish gathered together? It's almost like they're rays of sunlight swimming through the pond. And it really is like the imperial palace…" 
She stepped back, walking along the wooden rails of the pavilion along with the path that the fishes went. As she followed them, she noticed Luowei who was standing close by. "Older Sister Luowei, look at that— oh!"
At her sudden gasp, Yujia looked over to see what would make Jing Juan, someone who appeared very composed and cool-headed at all times, to be suddenly surprised. 
The sight that was in front of her was indeed startling. The goldfish all swarmed together to one central point, spiraling in concentric circles. They gathered and swam so fast that all their glittering golden scales blurred together to one gold spiral, like a spinning pool of liquid gold within the center of the pond. It was definitely odd compared to their usual behavior, creating a marvelous and breathtaking sight.
This all happened right in front of Zhou Luowei. The entire group paused, all fixing their eyes on the incredible sight of pure golden goldfish circling round and round. 
Luowei took a step closer to the railing, but before she could get too close, Tianyu suddenly jumped out, leaping in front of Luowei, her two arms leaning against the wooden railings to get a closer look at the swirling fish. 
Then, a loud "CRACK" sound echoed in the pavilion. The wooden railing that Tianyu leaned on snapped. 
And Rong Tianyu tipped over, falling into the water.


At 24 years old, Yang Yujia is an unemployed art major, living off heavy debt and instant noodles, both of her irresponsible parents refusing to support her. During a high-school reunion, Yujia gets drunk, does stupid things, and when she wakes up again, Yujia is no longer in the correct world, time-period, or body. 

Unfortunately, as a transmigrator, Yujia does not seem to have much luck either— instead of transmigrating with a set of stunning martial arts skills, knowledge that would aid her in troubling situations, or a position of royalty that would make her life much easier, Yujia is the fourth (illegitimate) daughter of a small merchant. And what skills does she have to help her survive this world?

A pretty face, witty mouth, and useless artistic talent?

Good enough. 

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It was easy to buy a computer. Furthermore, Kimura Kazuki did not buy a used computer when he was at Akihabara. Instead, he bought a brand new laptop with amazing performance.
He disregarded Furuhashi Sakurakyu's request to take a stroll around Akihabara and also ignored her request for him to buy a desktop with top performance.
2080TI, 9900K… he did not understand any of those. Whenever she saw a new product, she would ask for it. She had never considered that he was living in such a cramped room. How would he have any extra money to buy unnecessary worldly possessions?
Furthermore, if he did buy a desktop computer, he would also need an internet cable to connect the computer to the internet. It would take a few more days to complete the process. A laptop would be less troublesome, and Wi-Fi would suffice.
Eventually, Furuhashi Sakurakyu gave up. She found out that he was an unyielding man who was also very stubborn and assertive. Besides, he was always efficient to act on something once he set his goals.
Actually, all of these characteristics were his strengths, but they also made Kimura Kazuki a boring person.
When he decided to buy a computer at Akihabara, he focused on his errand and immediately headed home after he bought a computer. She could not persuade him, but she reckoned that they should at least stroll around Akihabara. She glanced around the area, realizing that apart from advertisement billboards, there had not been many changes in Akihabara for the past ten years. It would be utterly impossible to notice any difference without looking at the details. After all, any alteration to the details could lead to changes. 
On their way home, Furuhashi Sakurakyu sulked for a brief moment. Then, she began to talk to Kimura Kazuki on random topics. She was apparently a person who could not stand boredom.
Kimura Kazuki was puzzled as this woman seemed to have gone through a tremendous change in her personality since her return from Kageyama Park. She no longer carried the elegant demeanor that she had back when she was at the Nakagawa's residence. Now, she acted similar to ordinary teenage girls, despite being in her adulthood.
However, he did not ask her about this. Nonetheless, everyone showed a different side when they were with different people. Maybe this was just her true self.
Once he was back at home, Kimura Kazuki turned on the laptop and began to surf the internet after he connected the laptop to the Wi-Fi.
The laptop's performance was rather good. In a rented room like this, this laptop would be considered as the most valuable item in the whole place. The internet speed was fast, and the hardware condition was excellent. Hence, it only took a little time for the webpages to load.
Kimura Kazuki bought the computer for two main reasons, his translation work and the spirit-resting website, which he had previously discussed with Chiba Shiori. Otherwise, he would prefer to get a used laptop from a flea market and never consider getting a new computer. 
While Kimura Kazuki was at Akihide High School yesterday, he cast the Vision Spell on Chiba Shiori. Then, Chiba Shiori mentioned about the spirit-resting website, prompting Kimura Kazuki to prepare a computer to use as a web server.
Kimura Kazuki was dedicated to set up the spirit-resting website.
This website might mark the beginning of his successful future, and Chiba Shiori was the reason why he wanted to train his subordinates. However, his plan had to be carried out carefully. If the spirit-resting website could thrive, he would probably develop a bright future. However, at this moment, his priority was to secure an online translation job.
In this era, most of the job openings were posted on the internet, and translation jobs were no exception. Of course, this situation was only applicable to written translation. Currently, Japan had plenty of translation websites. To work as a part-time translator, a person had to first register as a member. They would then be recruited as one of the team members, and their pay would be calculated by per 1000 words.
Currently, the standard pay for freelance translators would be approximately 3000 yen per 1000 words for them to translate Japanese text to English. On the other hand, they would get about 2500 yen for English to Japanese translation work. However, the prices were subjected to changes based on the translator's standards, the difficulties of the texts, and the market's demands.
For part-time translators who possessed no qualification certificate, they would be offered an even lower price.
If they intended to obtain a qualification certificate, JLPT and JTest were the two prestigious exams as they both were officially recognized. However, Kimura Kazuki was only working as a part-time translator. His chances would naturally be widened with a qualification certificate, but not having a qualification certificate would have little effect on his job. 
Among all the relevant translation websites he had searched for, he soon picked and entered one of the sites. 
This website generally worked on a project basis. First, the registered members had to print and sign on both the contract and mutual nondisclosure agreement, mailed it to the company before they could eventually accept individual projects that were posted on the website and began their translation job. Besides, the prices for each project were transparent.
While Kimura Kazuki was occupied, focusing on the computer screen, Furuhashi Sakurakyu was watching him from aside. She furrowed her brows and asked, "Are you looking for a translation job?"
"Yes."
"If that's the case…" Furuhashi Sakurakyu interrupted, "You should check out the honyaku-zumi.net."
"The honyaku-zumi.net?" Kimura Kazuki was puzzled. He had never heard of this website. Then, he quickly realized that Furuhashi Sakurakyu had been hibernating for a decade. The translation agency that was probably famous 10 years ago might have already shut down.
"Just go on honyaku-zumi.net and have a look," At that moment, Furuhashi Sakurakyu finally realized that her knowledge about the website was 10 years old. However, she remembered that the owner of Honyaku-zumi & Co. was her friend. With her friend's capability, honyaku-zumi.net Translation Agency couldn't run out of business.
This time, Kimura Kazuki did not ignore her suggestion. He searched for honyaku-zumi.net. To his surprise, the website really existed. Once he entered honyaku-zumi.net's webpage, he was welcomed by the organized layout on the front page. The sky blue interface was aesthetic and appeared soothing. The latest changes to the website were done only three days ago. It seemed like the website was still operating.
"Seemingly, the website is still running," Furuhashi Sakurakyu said proudly, "Honyaku-zumi & Co. is a small company, but their works are delicate. Hence, they are rather well-known in the industry. Of course, that was all in the past, and I'm not sure about their current reputation."
Listening to her chatter, Kimura Kazuki was browsing the website at the same time. After he completed the registration, he discovered that the site had the same essential functions as the other translation websites. It also provided jobs on a project basis. However, if he wanted to work for honyaku-zumi.net as a part-time translator, he was required to take an online recruitment test. After he submitted the test, his work would be graded.
Some of the projects listed on the website required translators with a specific grade and standard. He quickly ran through the website and noticed that the translators with higher grades were offered higher pay.
Kimura Kazuki marveled at the recruitment process of the website. Once he was registered as a member, he was required to take the recruitment test, which was actually an exam to grade the translators.
Within the stipulated time frame, he was required to complete the comprehension and listening tests. The difficulty would increase as he progressed through the tests. 
He had never encountered a recruitment test on other websites. Instead, they usually implemented the credit system. The credits of the translators would be deducted if they failed to submit their work by the due dates or presented a shoddy work. Once their credits had been completely debited, they would be blacklisted by the website. 
Comparing honyaku-zumi.net to the other translation websites, a majority of projects on usual translation websites were simple, requiring only the basic translation skills. But, the projects on honyaku-zumi.net required delicate yet excellent translation skills. Hence, Kimura Kazuki naturally preferred honyaku-zumi.net.
In his previous life, he was a man hailed from Huaxia, and his mother tongue was Chinese. After he turned into Kimura Kazuki, he became fluent in Japanese. Therefore, this website would be suitable for him.
For the coming hours, Kimura Kazuki sat still in front of his laptop, taking the recruitment test on honyaku-zumi.net. Furuhashi Sakurakyu had to borrow Kimura Kazuki's mobile phone to kill her time.
Kimura Kazuki did not reject her request. He passed her his mobile phone, in exchange for peace of mind. Nonetheless, he did not have anything private on his phone.
Later, Kimura Kazuki continued to sit facing the laptop, while Furuhashi Sakurakyu lay on the bed, playing with his phone. Neither of them was interrupting each other.
As Furuhashi Sakurakyu read about all the information in this current era from the internet, her curiosity about today's world continued to grow. However, her energy was quickly depleted as she was overwhelmed by all the new information. Soon, she began to feel sleepy.
Even though a specter did not need to sleep, but she could sleep if she wanted to. After all, sleeping would recharge her energy.
When she looked at the clock, it was already nine o'clock at night. Yet, Kimura Kazuki was still answering the recruitment test.
Furuhashi Sakurakyu rolled her eyes at him and intended to turn off the phone. However, she accidentally pressed the wrong button and entered his mailbox.
The next moment, she saw the names of Furuhashi Harunaka, Furuhashi Natsui, Furuhashi Akino, and Furuhashi Fuyuno. She quickly rose from the bed, and her sleepiness had instantly gone away.


Time travelling from the majestic era after the Recuperation of Reiki, he became Kimura Kazuki, a 16-year-old high school student in Japan, one year before the Reiki Recuperation.

Tentatively, he set out to hone himself to the bone, burning candles at both ends to stockpile resources in preparation for the imminent Recuperation of Reiki. His goal was to be many steps ahead of all humanity when the time comes.

However, it seemed like fate had decided to play a cruel trick on him.

One year later, the Recuperation of Reiki... did not happen as expected.

<ya-tr-span data-index="431-0" data-value="Hello everyone my name is Michael Akatsuki and ..." data-translation="Привет всем меня зовут Майкл Акацуки И..." data-type="trSpan">Привет всем меня зовут Майкл Акацуки И...</ya-tr-span>
<ya-tr-span data-index="432-0" data-value=" I died..." data-translation=" - Я умер..." data-type="trSpan"> - Я умер...</ya-tr-span>
<ya-tr-span data-index="433-0" data-value=" But remembering everything until the moment of my death, I understand that I regret little" data-translation=" Но вспоминая все вплоть до момента своей смерти, я понимаю, что сожалею мало" data-type="trSpan"> Но вспоминая все вплоть до момента своей смерти, я понимаю, что сожалею мало</ya-tr-span>
<ya-tr-span data-index="434-0" data-value=" My family was pretty ordinary except my little brother and I were fond of anime" data-translation=" Моя семья была довольно обычной, за исключением моего младшего брата, и я любил аниме" data-type="trSpan"> Моя семья была довольно обычной, за исключением моего младшего брата, и я любил аниме</ya-tr-span>
<ya-tr-span data-index="435-0" data-value=" But since I lived in Russia, adults did not perceive it very well." data-translation=" Но так как я жила в России, то взрослые ее не очень хорошо воспринимали." data-type="trSpan"> Но так как я жила в России, то взрослые ее не очень хорошо воспринимали.</ya-tr-span>
<ya-tr-span data-index="436-0" data-value=" And what can you live in this and without cartoons you say yes?" data-translation=" И что вы можете жить в этом и без мультфильмов вы говорите да?" data-type="trSpan"> И что вы можете жить в этом и без мультфильмов вы говорите да?</ya-tr-span>
<ya-tr-span data-index="437-0" data-value=" But unlike my younger brother, I have been pretty unsociable since childhood" data-translation=" Но в отличие от моего младшего брата, я был довольно необщителен с самого детства" data-type="trSpan"> Но в отличие от моего младшего брата, я был довольно необщителен с самого детства</ya-tr-span>
<ya-tr-span data-index="438-0" data-value=" Therefore, I had few friends, even in high school, I had about 3-4 friends who have been with me since elementary school" data-translation=" Поэтому у меня было мало друзей, даже в средней школе, у меня было около 3-4 друзей, которые были со мной с начальной школы" data-type="trSpan"> Поэтому у меня было мало друзей, даже в средней школе, у меня было около 3-4 друзей, которые были со мной с начальной школы</ya-tr-span>
<ya-tr-span data-index="439-0" data-value=" Of course, I could talk to someone else, but usually it was something like a greeting or a question about study" data-translation=" Конечно, я мог бы поговорить с кем-то еще, но обычно это было что-то вроде приветствия или вопроса об учебе" data-type="trSpan"> Конечно, я мог бы поговорить с кем-то еще, но обычно это было что-то вроде приветствия или вопроса об учебе</ya-tr-span>
<ya-tr-span data-index="440-0" data-value=" But I was quite sociable on the Internet, I even belonged to some top clans and there I had to communicate with many people" data-translation=" Но я был довольно общителен в Интернете, я даже принадлежал к некоторым топ-кланам и там мне приходилось общаться со многими людьми" data-type="trSpan"> Но я был довольно общителен в Интернете, я даже принадлежал к некоторым топ-кланам и там мне приходилось общаться со многими людьми</ya-tr-span>
<ya-tr-span data-index="441-0" data-value=" So my 16 years of my life passed while I was once again watching Boku no Pic ... " data-translation=" Итак, мои 16 лет моей жизни прошли, когда я снова смотрел боку но пик ... " data-type="trSpan"> Итак, мои 16 лет моей жизни прошли, когда я снова смотрел боку но пик ... </ya-tr-span><ya-tr-span data-index="442-0" data-value="KXM, I wanted to say anime ..." data-translation="KXM, я хотел сказать аниме ..." data-type="trSpan">KXM, я хотел сказать аниме ...</ya-tr-span>
<ya-tr-span data-index="443-0" data-value="In short I spilled my Cola on my PC in a hurry to knock it accidentally caught on some wire which eventually killed me with electricity" data-translation="Короче говоря, я пролил свою колу на свой компьютер в спешке, чтобы выбить его случайно зацепился за какой-то провод, который в конечном итоге убил меня электричеством" data-type="trSpan">Короче говоря, я пролил свою колу на свой компьютер в спешке, чтобы выбить его случайно зацепился за какой-то провод, который в конечном итоге убил меня электричеством</ya-tr-span>
<ya-tr-span data-index="444-0" data-value="Dying in convulsions I was hoping that would be before the old man with long white beard who offered me a second life in one of those novels with OP abilities" data-translation="Умирая в конвульсиях, я надеялся, что это будет перед тем стариком с длинной белой бородой, который предложил мне вторую жизнь в одном из тех романов с ОП-способностями" data-type="trSpan">Умирая в конвульсиях, я надеялся, что это будет перед тем стариком с длинной белой бородой, который предложил мне вторую жизнь в одном из тех романов с ОП-способностями</ya-tr-span>
But when I woke up I found myself in a place where there was nothing but darkness a long time passed since my death for this time, I was trying not to go crazy entertaining themselves with their memories
At some point I started to feel the heat and pressure looking around I saw the light very bright light I closed my eyes after a long period of time conducted in that dark place, my eyes were not ready for this after a while I heard a voice like the voice of a wise and good old man slightly opened eyes I saw him like this, glowing man with long gray beard, his face expressed a kind smile, he was dressed in white clothes similar to the clothes of the monks
Again spoke the old man said: I'm Sorry my child I thought I forgot about you for quite a long period of time at least for humans
Said the old man with the slowly fading aura around him for which I was grateful
With full open eyes I carefully looked at the old man and asked him the obvious question: are You a God?
What the old man nodded and said, call me mortals in your world
All things considered, what the Creator told him, I said, I will go to hell or heaven?
Shaking her head at my words he said, as an apology for the fact that I forgot about you I'm going to turn you into one of the worlds in your memories on your choice of 3 wishes
Very delighted with this outcome, I said, Right? to which he nodded, excited me even more
I thought about his words for 15 minutes during which he waited patiently for Michael said: Then I want to be reincarnated as one piece but my first wish is to preserve your memories
What the elder women laughed and praised the young man in front of him: hahaha you're smart enough young man for all the time I've sent a few from your world and you are the first who put forth this desire
What Michael facilitated sighed thinking: "It would be really crappy if I went there without memories just giving them unknown to me "
Reading the thoughts of Michael God smiled more broadly than before
A minute later, Michael made his second wish: My second wish I want a system with lots of features such as store status, map, quests, and inventory
After said Michael looked at God in response to which he nodded
He said my third wish:My third wish I would like the ability with which I could travel to anime worlds
God thought for a moment before answering and said, Well your third wish, it will also be one of the functions of the system but you can go to other worlds only under certain conditions
What Michael nodded, agreeing with the thought, "I don't care I can't complain since I got all this almost for free "
The Creator smiled a kind old smile and said, I'll be watching your new life so unlike his past life lived that much more interesting
God said waving a hand behind Michael's opening a portal that dragged him inside

This story about a boy named Michael Akatsuki will not spoil anymore

 PS: I don't know much English
- --- I do not have anime or cover art

*Drip… *Drip… *Drip… *Drip…
 Small creeks in the rocks filled the empty sound of the chamber with small droplets of liquid hitting the cold, smooth ground. Puddles were formed beneath the cracks, occupying the free space for travel on foot. 
 The cracks gleamed a purple haze to light the area, giving a warm welcome of anyone that laid eyes upon them. The wall of correspondence stood just as tall as the others, approximately 10 meters tall and covered in lightly glowing symbols. 
 The environment was narrow, but rather long and tall. Rina followed the pathway in front of her, hugging the walls with her hands for caution. A few turns around corners revealed where the path led her. 
 Ducking her head under the small rocky ceiling in the way, lifting her head swiftly to resume her normal stance. Her eyes instantly shifted into the distance. About 50 meters away, she saw the wall, and a girl about her height standing in front of it. 
 She began walking towards the girl, splashing her shoes with nearly every step from all the puddles. Carefully placing her jacket on the ground before coming close enough to see something familiar. 
 The girl was turned toward the wall, which is the reason Rina was able to recognize her so easily. It was the same dark haired girl she saw at the festival behind Abbadon, the same one who decided to hide herself. 
 "Rina…" The girl spoke in a quite, yet soft voice, "How many years has it been now? sis."
 Rina couldn't believe what she just heard, her face showing every emotion of shock, objection and questions. She recognized the voice as if she heard it yesterday, there was no doubt in her mind about who it belonged to.
 The girl turned around to reveal her face, which was half way covered in dark marks and small flakes of miasma around it. Her eyes were pure, corrupted by kindness and hatred that battled each other inside her soul. Her left eye was a dark shade of violet, just like her name. Her right, a pitch black slate of sorrow, creeping up to the rest of her delicate face. 
 Her jawline was sharp, but nothing too noticeable to resemble masculinity. She was just as beautiful as Rina, wearing female suited robes that matched Abbadon's precisely.
 Rina was too scared to speak, trembling with every word, "V-Violet? Wh.. I-I don't know what to say..."
 Violet smiled, "You don't have to. I'm sure you have many questions about where I've been, what happened…" Her smile faded away as her memories came rushing back. "I was one of the most recent ones added... I still have a year or two before I'm.." She paused for a moment before continuing, "but I don't want to wait, I need you to end this today sis."
 "End this today!" Rina replied with a slightly puzzled tone, "What do you mean? Please.. Tell me! We can help you."
 "No. You can't. Even if you could, Abbadon would kill me regardless, he controls us."
 Rina tried to say something else to hopefully negotiate, but she knew she wouldn't get anywhere. The only thing she could ask anymore was for an explanation. Which Violet happily gave. 
 Abbadon spread his darkness into the cave she entered with Calvin and another boy 6 years ago. Abbadon only needed three more to complete his vessels as he prepared to harness the power of the seven laws of the universe. Only needing two for that moment, he let Calvin escape, taking the young ones instead. That cave is the same one everyone is currently in, a trap that was strategically designed by Abbadon himself to lure in the true holders of the laws. Violet was given the vessel for the law of correspondence, while the ginger haired boy was given the law of rhythm.
 After Abbadon realized that him and the rest of his vessels weren't able to withstand the power that was given to them, he needed the real lives of the laws, creating illusions and controlling the outcome of most events that lead them into the cave. A plan that would only fail due to underestimation of his opponents.
 Violet also explained how due to the darkness inside of her, she cannot control her magic anymore, especially once the real law is in close distance, then it will manually take over the vessel with pure force. 
 "What do you mean take you over?!" Rina yelled in confusion, eager for more answers.
 "Since you're here I will not be able to stop myself Rina.. So please, run away, find Calvin, and kill me with him." Violet replied as her voice began to slowly lose its sound and softness. Her face slowly began to change, losing all expressions and becoming completely lifeless.  
 "Wait! Calvin is here? Violet!.." Rina stopped, seeing her sister's head drop as her body stood firm. The marks around her eye began to crawl to the rest of her face, leaving Rina afraid to say a single word. Her eyes just stared at Violet's body being corrupted by the evil within her.
 Unsure of what to do, Rina couldn't bring herself to attack her sister, freezing in place as she watched her own sister's life taken away for a second time. 
 "LET HER GO!" Rina screamed at the darkness engulfing Violet's soul, knowing that desperate cries for help won't accomplish anything.
 Finally, Violet froze as her head jolted back up into a locked position, staring down Rina with a bright purple tint in her right eye, while her left stayed abyssal black. There was no expression on her face, quietly muttering a spell in a voice that wasn't her own, "Deep Sea."
 Water began to fill the open cracks and empty space in the chamber, although Rina remained unfazed. Dark water quickly submerged the entire chamber, leaving Violet remained in the same position as Rina began to struggle. 
 Rina knew she could breathe underwater and even make herself untouchable by almost all objects by shaping her flesh and limbs into liquid on command, but this seemed different for her. It was her sister's magic, the same as hers, and impossible for her to withstand it. 
 Her demand for oxygen increased as she struggled to breathe under the depths of the dark curtains of water. The redness seemed to resemble something, and Rina was able to digest the situation in a matter of seconds while locking her gaze onto Violet standing motionless on the ground, underneath the deepness of the water. 
 Rina could see small holes formed around Violet's arms, drifting into the open sea. It was her blood, Violet's blood was the cause for the inability for Rina to cast any spells she knew, which wasn't many to begin with. 
 Her oxygen demand increased even further, feeling her life able to withstand about another minute at most. Without hesitation, she quickly began to blossom to the surface, like a dolphin jumping into the open air for refreshment and the need for everlasting energy. 
 She reached the jagged ceiling of the chamber, noticing the water wasn't sparing a single spot of air anywhere around. Clawing at the ceiling with her fingernail just made her lose more energy every second. She knew if she screamed the air she had would be gone, sending her further into the possibility of drowning in her own sister's blood water. 
 All Rina needed was just a small space of air to cast a spell, enough to withstand her life. But she never found it, she just stared down her motionless sister while trying her best not to show signs of crying. 
 
Seconds went by fast, leaving only 30 more before Rina would lose all the air she had held deep within her lungs. She couldn't help but just stare at her sister, remembering all the times they had together when she was little. 
She remembered when Violet was ready for Princewood, and when she came back home the same year to share all her adventures. The times they would get in trouble by their parents for messing with each other's magic. And the time Violet never came home, with Princewood's administrators at their door to share the tragic news they would never hope to hear. 
As Rina looked at how Violet's blood loss made her skin turn pale and blue, the anger took her by surprise. Rina sunk back down to the ground, standing upright as she looked at her nails, rigid and sharp from the scratching. 
A moment of hesitation stopped her, however, there was no other option to even consider accomplishing. With a quick flick of her nails across her hand, and an internal scream to follow, she could feel her blood enter the liquid around her. 
Trying her best to ignore the pain and focus on her concentration without breathing, she attempted to duplicate the spell Violet cast in her own way. 
"Red Sea."
The blood from her hand entered the surrounding liquid around her, merging with her sister's blood to slowly drain the water enclosed within the chamber. After a few moments, the water drained into the cracks and into a nearby hallway that was now visible past the wall of correspondence. 
However, there was one outlier to the scene after the spell. There was a thin sheet of blood, mixed in with water layered flat, half way up to the ceiling from the ground. It was like looking at a transparent cube, split midway in a perfectly clean and efficient manner. 
Rina looked up at the sheet of blood a few feet above her, seeing the ceiling of the chamber through the thick liquid sheet, dancing in small motions from its natural form. Although she lost some blood from her wrist, the wound was already dry, repairing itself at a steady pace. 
 Violet's humanity was gone, but her curiosity still approached from the corruption. She looked up with her eyes of death, unsure of what to make out of it. 
 Rina slowly reached towards the sheet of liquid, pausing for a moment before piercing it with the tip of her index finger, slightly afraid of the outcome. As her finger escalated through the sheet, she could feel warmth sensation she couldn't explain too easily. She could feel colors, life, and a pure light to fill the corners engulfed within the darkness. 
 She wasn't sure how, or what any of those things feel like. But her mind was taken away by the moment, sending all the emotions humans have gathered from their interactions and life choices into the tip of her finger. 
 The thoughts, memories, feelings, and interactions she ever had came flooding back in, whiplashing her finger back at her at a tremendous force. And causing her to fall on her bottom in a quick burst of realization and curiosity. 
 Violet's petrified body stared at her enemy, reaching out a finger of her own to witness the outcome of the sheet of blood above her. Rina watched as Violet sunk her finger into the sheet above, only for her to scream in horrific agony as her finger began to melt away onto the ground in a dark, abyssal flow of liquid. Violet quickly turned towards Rina as her finger regenerated back to normal by the darkness around her. 
 She let out a deathly scream, followed by a quick motion of her hand in a diagonal position, sending a thin slice of water directly at Rina. 
 The slice moved so fast Rina barely had any time to dodge, but managed to shift herself to the left and rise back to her feet. The slice of water still hit her left arm, causing a small cut to form right under her shoulder. 
 Rina grasped her cut with the softness of her right hand, unable to think of an attack until another slice hit her leg this time. 
 The cuts weren't large, but the blood loss was quite drastic in Rina's current situation. Violet wouldn't stop, swinging her arms left and right, up and down, slicing away at the chamber and Rina's skin faster than a normal human eye can see. 
 Without a choice, Rina ran behind a rocky formation growing out of the surrounding walls, shielding herself for only a few moments as Violet approached with cereal killer speed. Rina knew what to do, and how to do it. But the outcome would mean the loss of her sister once again, which is not something she could handle. 
 However, what choice did she have…

 Violet clawed her way through the wall Rina was behind, spreading a cloud of dust and debris flying in all directions. With her intention to kill, she couldn't find Rina where her predicted location would be. Instead, Rina was now behind her, standing in front of the wall of correspondence. 
 Before Violet could launch another shower of attacks, Rina purged her entire hand through the blood above her. Her blue eye glowed so bright it nearly blinded Violet from the mere intensity. The darkness shining within her right mellowed the gaze to balance out through the chamber. 
 With her hand still through the sheet of blood, her words came out with immense ferocity. "As above. As below."
 
 The sheet of blood plummeted towards the ground, breaking it's formation like a glass window breaking from an obstructive force. The blood drenched Rina and Violet, harming only one of the two girls. 
 Violet roared in a flurry of screams as the blood layered every fiber of her body, melting away the darkness like snow. After a few seconds of torturous screams and constant scratching at one's self, Violet fell to the floor without resistance. 
 The darkness around her was slowly vanishing into the open air, leaving her precious body back to normality. Rina ran over to her, splashing her legs with even more blood from the ground, despite already being covered in it. Seeing her sister lying motionless on the ground crept tears to her eyes, forcing her to close them as she approached. 
 Violet was simply looking at the ceiling, waiting for Rina to come close before using the last of her energy on empty breaths. 
 "VIOLET!" Rina cried as she stumbled to her knees next to her sister. 
 "Rina.. Please don't cry.." Violet answered in a soft, brittle voice. "There's no need for tears sis…"
 "How can you even say that! 6 Years you were gone, 6 years!... And now, I meet you in the middle of nowhere, corrupted by whatever that was," she sniffed, "And you're telling me not to cry? How-"
 "Rina." Violet interrupted with an even quieter voice. "There a few things I must say before…" She looked away before continuing, forcing more tears from Rina to fall on her chest.
 "Don't tell mom and dad you saw me."
 "What! How can I stay qui-"
 "Please." Rina's eyes widened to that response, but she let Violet continue. "That spell you cast, proves all my theories and experiments… I attempted that spell when Abbadon took me, failing it countless times as it ate away at my soul… The spell shows that you are the true law of correspondence."
 Violet's hand began to start fading, panicking Rina to a much greater extent. "Violet! Please don't go, you can't leave me alone here. Please!" Her tears grew stronger, falling on her sister's chest like raindrops. 
 Violet coughed before continuing with a smile, "You're not alone. All your friends are here with you, Calvin, mom and dad, your future enemies. They are all waiting for you." Violet finally shed a tear as her life flashed in a heartbeat. Her entire arm was almost faded away, along with about half of her leg. 
 Rina was speechless, only able to grasp her hands around Violet as she continued saying her final words. "Kill Abbadon, do it for me sis."
 She could feel a nod in response with Rina's face planted on her shoulders. "One more thing," she coughed multiple times again, "Tell Calvin I love him." 
This took Rina by surprise, causing her to lift her head in curiosity of an explanation. But she didn't get one. Instead, Violet revealed a hidden necklace around her neck, accompanied by a glistering diamond shaped stone attached to the end. It was only about 3 inches big, perfectly smooth on every corner while exposing the black edges that arranged it's perfect shape. It was pitch black, with a small white orb on the inside, only visible with great inspection. 
With the strength she had remaining, she took her other hand to rip it off the necklace and hand it to Rina. 
"What is this?" Rina snuffled. 
"It's the heart of a dragon I killed 7 years ago… The 6 years I was under the command of Abbadon, I slowly sunk my soul into it. Day by day."
"Are you…" Rina didn't know how to finish her sentence, letting Violet explain while she still could. 
"Give it to Calvin for me." Violet Face was now beginning to fade from the chin up. Rina tried to wipe away her tears, failing to do so due to the massive amounts of blood staining her clothes. So she just smiled as she watched her sister slowly vanish into the air. 
Right before Violet was completely gone, she managed to muster up one last thought to mention. "I'm giving you my magic Rina, you'll need it to kill him… We'll meet again sis. I love you…" Her mouth was finally gone, along with the rest of her body, sending Rina staring at the diamond heart in her hand while splashing it with tears. 
However, she noticed the small white orb in the stone glowing brighter, expanding dramatically until it turned the stone shining white through the dark edges that encompassed it. She could feel her sister inside, bringing it to her chest with a few more tears and a face of sorrow and anger. 
She could feel a purple aura enter her body as her sister vanished, along with the aura from the wall that was sent crumbling to the ground. The colossal amount of magic energy that entered her body knocked her to the ground, almost unable to withstand the capacity of the foreighn essence that entered. 
She wasn't able to scream to withhold the energy, but was making noises like she was choking, grasping onto the gift her sister has given. After a few moments, she managed to calm down, getting back to her feet and staring at the heart. 
Rina could feel a massive power within her, noticing her own reflection in the diamond heart. There was one thing that caught her eye in the reflection. The black eye she had growing up, with all those years of being slightly insecure about it, were taken away in a heartbeat as she noticed it was no longer black.  
A beautiful Violet pupil has taken its place, signifying her sister's magic within her. Rina clenched the heart as tight as she could as she carefully placed it around her neck with the necklace that remained where her sister lied a few moments ago. 
Pure frustration filled her glare as she started running towards the hallway that showed it's true clearing behind where the wall once stood. 
She needed to find Abbadon, and she needed to end this massacre.

For teen Atlas Bright, the art of magic is his entire world. Unfortunately, Atlas is facing several life challenges. He knows nothing about his absent father, has a mother who worries too much, and is shunned by his classmates when they discover he doesn’t have any magic.

As he approaches the end of high school, two options present themselves; an Alchemy school for the gifted, or a University for those who have no magical ability. While Atlas deliberates on what path his life will take, he is visited by an enigmatic stranger who convinces him to apply to Princewood Academy, the most illustrious and hardest Alchemy school to get accepted into. He decides to trust the mysterious stranger, but quickly realizes the path he chose isn’t as easy as it seems.

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