What exactly is "Family"? Is it just a word used to label people who are blood-related? Dianne in the beginning believes so. but throughout the exploration of different kinds of experiences Dianne has a very different meaning to the word "Family". Read and Find out. What exactly is the definition of... Family?

200 years ago man created the greatest AI known but this Machine eventually grew a mind of its own and evetually it's own body, it rose up with others like it against the human race this battle went on for about 20 years and nature and most resources were dieing off cause of the continuing battles but the final battle it released a large blast but is wasn't a bomb it was something else entirely, the machines had something hidden down their main base, something that wasn't human or machine something not of this earth, the blast brought back nature it changed it along with the humans and Machines closes to the blast.....both of them went a evolution of some sorts and because of this both sides where able to form a peace ending the war



Lia Giles became a border guard and mechanic for the power lines on the in between of the main city and the unearthly forests, no longer being able to stand living in the high technology world where humans are treated like second class citizens. On one of her patrols she discovers something or more like someone that no one has ever seen before.

i wanted to make this because i could not find one i will change more in the future and update when i feel like it so please overlook this for now until i have more of it done but a brief definition

"hey Trex how did you learn to use magic" said a little girl

"well listen hear it is a bit of a weird story, now where to begin eh let's start from to top" said a green haired human

THE REVOLUTION is exactly what it says on the tin. They aim to destroy the oppressive monarchy that's been destroying Eleutheria's glory for the last ten centuries, and they'll do whatever it takes to create a fair and equal society. Unfortunately, its members don't always agree on what "fair and equal" means, and right now, the only thing holding the movement together is the threat of a civil war; after all, the enemy of your enemy is your friend.
THE NOVAGENETICA is dedicated to making Eleutheria a better place to live for every person... which sucks for the massive swathes of people the Nova don't consider "persons." They promise a utopian future devoid of all cruelty and suffering, but their way of getting there involves systemically eliminating people and groups they deem problematic, and ultimately, their narrow definition of humanity means that trillions of citizens aren't considered human enough for human rights. Spearheaded by the violent egomaniac Alestra Cipher, and united under shared ideals, they're a formidable threat...

Eleutheria, the crown gem of the Solar System, has stood tall for nearly two dozen centuries. Forged in a plague-stricken, war-torn wasteland and tested by fire for hundreds of bloody years, Eleutheria has learned how to survive calamities that would have decimated lesser nations. Its power waxes and wanes, but the empire itself is as steadfast as the Moon; it's an inscrutable, indestructible force of nature no human being could ever hope to stop. But under its glimmering exterior lies a tangled web of secrets and lies, a deadly and decadent court, and corruption that runs from the kings to the kingpins. As its leader loses her grip and opposing forces grow ever stronger, the threat of civil war looms closer and closer to home. The whole country is a chemical reaction waiting to happen, and all it needs is a catalyst.

Acidalia Cipher is that catalyst.

The two-and-a-half-meter tall giant muscle head standing in front of the door didn't have the same reaction. A flash of anger, confusion, and fear flashed over Baldie's face. As fast as he could, Res stretched out his arm to defuse the tense situation. Luckily, Baldie grabbed his hand and crushed it. In time, he hardened his hand and pull Baldie into the building with the aid of an aether push. The pressure on his hand increased tenfold until Res had to channel half his aether. With an aether push, he pushed the door close, which luckily stopped the pressing. He put on his most amicable mask and clapped.
"It is so good to see you, Baldie. Why are you here?"
Baldie's thick brows pulled together in anger. "My name is Reinhard and I would like to know why you are here."
Undisturbed, Res turned and walked up the steps to the waiting room. "That is no matter. May I lead you to the waiting room?".
For a moment, Res thought that Baldie would punch a hole in the wall out of frustration, but in the end, he followed Res. A single sweat drop was running down Res's head and his primordial emotions tried to break down his facade.
When they reached the waiting room, his entire demeanor changed to that of a gentle bear. With open arms, he shouted. "Jessica, is everything fine? I am so sorry that I wasn't there to protect you. I should have …"
He sat down next to the woman to Emma's great displeasure and smoothed out her dress. Emma cleared her throat and Baldie shut up. "Last question: Are you on any medication right now? I assume so, as you can still talk."
"Yes, I had some pain reliever pills."
"All right, that is all. I will try to talk to master now and see whether she would be available."
The room went silent and Baldie positioned himself in front of the prostitute. Judging by her expression, she didn't like being protected and hissed at Baldie: "Reinhard, do you know that boy?"
"Yes, he is dangerous. Very dangerous."
Res imitated being shot in the chest. "Baldie, those words out of your mouth … I feel betrayed. I even let you live last time."
Baldie growled at him, but Jessica seemed more interested in Res. "Did you tear his biceps?"
"I had to. He was attacking me like a mad bull, tearing down houses and stalls alike."
Jessica scrutinized Res closer. "Do you know that there is a fifty-platinum bounty on your head?" His entire macho facade crumpled, and he coughed. Jessica didn't seem finished. "It is increasing daily. On the first day, it jumped from ten gold to one platinum. Don't understand my intentions wrong. I know that I couldn't kill you and that if I told anyone, you would kill me. I know that you killed the master of intelligence."
That was news to Baldie, who sat down and toned his aggression down by a lot. The woman's eyes bored into his and he realized that she wanted something. Res refrained from circulating aether in his brain and tried the direct approach. "What do you want?"
He was startled when it actually worked. "I want something to change. Our living conditions of most of the women are like living in a dark cellar and they treat us like animal stock. You have shown that you can change the rigid structure of the council and I beg of you to change us. We all would pay you, of course."
Res was taken aback by the change in topic that he sat there silently for an indiscriminate amount of time. "Bro, this is an amazing opportunity. You will get paid for the stuff you already wanted to do. Additionally, you can grow the 'young revolution' even further. If that isn't the definition of a fucking great deal, I don't know."
His initial impulse was to immediately deny the extra work. In the weird trance or dream, the entity had asked him who he was. He felt that denying her request would be equal to him running away from his responsibility.
"All right, I will do it. Under one condition, though." Baldie and Jessica alike stared at him with dread in their eyes. "You will have to join the 'young revolution'."
Before that, they were hiring someone to do it. Now that contractor was asking them to do parts of the job themselves? "We will join the young revolution, but we won't be under any jurisdiction from you after that."
Res held out his hands and both Jessica and Baldie shook on it. "I will need you to follow several important rules of the young revolution. First, you don't fight. You will infiltrate the organization and destroy its resources. You lay fires, destroy grain, steal money … do everything to hinder them. Where do you live?"
"Bard Lane 45"
"I will send a boy to you who will have more information. For now, recruit more followers."
"Let the boy drop off the message to the small food stall across the street."
"If you have any trouble and have to blow your cover, you can go to 'il ristorante' for shelter. But please …"
Res was cut off by a deafening, ear-piercing cry from the direction that Emma had gone. Immediately, he jumped up and ran out of the room in the direction of the scream. Long ornate hallways passed in a blur as he pushed himself forward with aether. With his entire body hardened, he burst through the door into the room where the screams had come from. A part of him noted that he had demolished the door in the process. He cast about, but could only spot Emma and an elderly female alchemist, Silvia, in a normal alchemy lab. Feeling that he had overreacted, he looked down at his feet and murmured.
"Sorry for the intrusion, I thought you needed some help. I will go back to the waiting room."
He half-turned to leave, but Silvia recovered from her shock and motioned him to stay. She shot an angry glare at Emma: "You said that there was a guest waiting, not my best friend's apprentice, Res." She turned to him and smiled. "I am sorry. My lazy and dumb apprentice didn't say that it was you outside, else I would have let you in immediately."
Outside the splintered door, Baldie and Jessica were staring at the mess. Silvia gave the prostitute a short once over and told her to wait some more. Instead, she scrutinized him. "How did you do it?"
A brief glance at the lab's workplace revealed a cracked open farmer's nut. "You mean the booster-nut?"
"What else would I mean? Stupid."
"Are you sure everything is ok? You are shivering. Very much so."
Through clenched teeth, she hissed out. "I touched the nut, and I was too distracted to create a simple aether skin."
Everything clicked into place and Res whirled around to face the wall and stammered out. "So … Seems the nut is working … I … I can't say how the nut was made."
"Figured. How about twenty platinum coins."
Res was about to whirl around and shake on it when Jason shouted. "Bro, stop! The idea you have is worth so much, you can't imagine it. If you have the recipe, you can ship the merchandise all around the world. It will be needed everywhere. Even old farts in the north have problems with their ding dongs. I wouldn't sell the recipe for any amount of money. This is an amazing opportunity to exchange nuts for cultivation potions."
When Res thought about it some more, he realized what an impact such an invention would have on a population. "The recipe isn't up for sale."
Silvia hissed out through clenched teeth. "Clever boy."
"I can sell you more nuts. The only thing is – They are in such high demand right now that it would only be profitable for me if we exchange for cultivation potions. I will give you three nuts for potions that will prevent me from exploding. I want to go from four aether brain to the completion of my foundation."
The room was deadly silent for several moments and he feared that he had asked too much. Finally, Silvia spoke up: "You want me to believe that you want to finish your foundation now? I know low master alchemists who didn't achieve that level of aether cultivation."
"I want potions that protect my aether channels. I want them to be made of diamond."
Through their mental link, Jason sent him feelings of gratitude. "That will cost you more than three nuts. Six at least."
"Five and we have a deal."
"Deal. I have something in stock for you. Follow me."
Res turned around and saw the old alchemist walk deeper into the lab on jittering legs. Her workspace looked identical to that of Granny. The back on the other hand was stuffed full with rack upon rack of herbs, liquids, powders, and potions. When they were at the back of the windowless warehouse, she pulled a hidden latch which made a rack swing to the side. It revealed a small gap, which they pressed themselves through. The gap led into a small room that had a trapdoor embedded in the ground. A small black ring, presumably an artifact, secured the latch. The artifact glowed and Silvia pushed specialized aether it until it snapped open.
"Bro, that is some high-level security shit going on here."
Silvia opened the trapdoor and climbed down deeper into the building. Res followed and found himself in a room with a single rack that contained only four potions. Jason cried out in glee. "Shit bro, that is a fucking anti-aging potion, that is a berserk potion that lasts at least fifty days. That one I don't know, but that green-orange swirling one is an iron body potion."
Granny grabbed the iron body potion vial from the rack and gave it to Res. "This is an iron body potion. It turns you into a dense form of iron which makes you indestructible and unmovable. It is a powerful potion often used to escape ambushes or fights that you can't win. You could wait out until help arrives. It has never been tested, but it might also make your aether channels indestructible. It would be foolish to do so as it wouldn't be worth it, but your aether channel technique might change that."
Following his intuition, he turned inward. "Jason?"
"Ok, ok bro. I used a special technique that monks used to commit mass suicide. Hundreds of monks would explode so they can execute a big spell. I have formed a suicide circle of sorts between us two. You don't have to worry now, but it all worked out, didn't it?"
"Does your technique work with the potion."
"It should. Back in my days, I could open and close my aether channels when I used one. That is the core of the technique. Of course, it is about nine-hundred times more complicated than that."
Res turned to Silvia and gave her an enormous smile. "This is perfect. I can't wait to try this out. Can I sit down here?"
Silvia looked at him as if he were the dumbest person on the planet. "You trust me to not lock you in?"
He realized that he couldn't do a one eighty degree turn now, so he smiled and said that he trusted her. Not wanting to waste any more time, he sat down on the floor and chugged the potion down in one go.

Res van Coventry has a dream - a dream of a relaxing life thinking about the world and philosophy. That dream is crushed when a ghost from another world called earth possesses him. Now, he needs to share a body with a moron while trying not to get killed by kingdoms, crime syndicates, and other organizations. All the while, he builds a revolution of street children from the ground up and dabbles in alchemy. Come along as Res tries to cling to his dream of a carefree life despite more and more responsibility.

1.) This fic was co-authored by Sage Thrasher.

While Sage does beta work on pretty much everything I put out, to say she just beta'd this fic would be downright disingenuous. The conceit came out of a spitballing session we were having for another fic of mine, and accidentally birthed this fic idea Athena style.

She came up with the plot outline.
She did a lot of the theoretical legwork with the communist lingo and concepts.
And she was there every step of the way when it came to working through the additional scenes that I filled in on my own.

She's as passionate about it and treasures it as much as I do. It's on my account because I did the scene-by-scene writing, but it was absolutely a team effort and I want to recognize that here.

2.) This fic is crack played dead straight. If that's not your thing, click off my man.

Is it a ridiculous, cracky premise? You bet. Is there an atrocious amount of dick jokes and general profanity? Yep. Is the main character built from an absurd caricature of a communist? Absolutely. Does it feature some equally absurd situations? It does, indeed.
But this fic also features ruminations on extremist ideologies in connection to the following: the consequences of taking them to their logical conclusion and whether the ends justify the means; where the line should be drawn there; and the hypocrisy that can arise when somebody with these ideologies realizes that it's easier to apply them to a non-personal situation compared to one they're more personally attached to.
A deconstruction of the political, social, and economic problems inherent to military dictatorships.
There are moments of character growth; Akari, our lovely little self-insert, has her complexities, as do all of the characters in this fic.
Here and there, it opts to make some sharp commentaries.

The fic doesn't always take itself seriously, but there are moments where it does, and it can be a bit of a tonal rollercoaster. I recognize that this is not the kind of fic for everybody. So, if that's going to bug you, might as well skedaddle, eh?

Chapter One

As the variable capital always stays in the hands of the

capitalist in some form or other, it cannot be claimed in any

way that it converts itself into revenue for anyone.

It all starts the day Akari gets into a debate with Minato Namikaze on a battlefield during the Third Ninja War.

She, Ay, and B were sent out to cut off a potential Konoha offensive. Or rather, Ay and B were sent out to cut off a potential Konoha offensive. She's here because, in the words of the Third, their wise Raikage, "somebody has to keep her and her bitch mouth under control so she doesn't embarrass our village, and you two idiots are the only ones who might do it."

So here she is. Out, patrolling, when the three of them come across Minato.

Akari hears Ay start swearing.

Minato eyes the three of them up. She can tell that he recognizes Ay and B, as most people do. But there's an undisguised confusion in his gaze when his eyes land on her, and Akari relishes in the opportunity this presents.

A fresh audience? That's exactly what she's here for.

Akari clears her throat.

Ay whips around to look at her and snaps, "Don't you dare—"

"Hey, you fucking tree hugger!" Akari shouts.

Minato blinks. He points at himself.

Ay makes a grab for her and Akari ducks out of the way. "Yeah, you, blondie! I'm talking to you!"

B cackles.

"You kiss one of those trees, lately? Ever try and stick your dick in it?"

Still, this garners no reaction. Minato continues to stare at her like he hears this every single day of his life. And maybe he does. She always hears that Konoha ninja are a weird bunch. Tree-related-sexual activity could be a regular thing for them. It wouldn't surprise her.

Ay glares at her. "Akari, one more word and I swear I will—"

"How's it feel to fuck a tree? Real rough? The bark leave a bunch of scratches on your micropenis?"

B leans over to Ay. "Yo, she's got it, though," B stage-whispers, one hand raised to block his mouth. "Say what you want, but her ducks are in a row."

"No, they aren't," Ay says. "Or she'd have learned to shut her mouth and listen to her superiors at some point in the last seven years."

Akari pays them no mind. She's too focused on putting her core into it as she screams, "I bet it can't compare to how hard you've fucked your own ninja. Really letting the system do the work for ya, eh? With your autocratic dictatorship built on the backs of child soldiers?"

Minato frowns. "I'm—wait a minute. Kumo uses child soldiers, too."

Ay glares at her.

"But we're not an autocratic dictatorship! We're a communal one."

"You're not… what's an autocratic dictatorship? And a communal… dictatorship?"

"Dictator. You know, big bad leader, total power over whatever they're leading. An autocratic dictatorship—see: your shithole of a village—is when there's no input from other people, it's all down to the dictator. No meaningful participation from the subordinates. A communal dictatorship involves transparency and mandates. We hold our leaders accountable."

"But… Kumo is just as bad as us?"

"No."

"Yes!" he says. He knits his eyebrows together and looks at her like she's told him it's summertime in the middle of a blizzard. "All of the ninja villages are autocratic dictatorships, according to that definition," he says. "They were built on a foundation of military dictatorship. Kage titles are passed down to the most powerful ninja in the village. And if it's 'communal' in the full definition of the word, that'd include the community, wouldn't it? As in, some kind of population representation? None of the villages have that."

"But Kumo is transparent about this. That's the key, here," Akari says. "We're not trying to act like we've got some kind of moral high horse." She smirks. "We're not a bunch of bitch ass babies continuing to show blind loyalty to a corrupt government, all the while acting like we're anything other than literal murderers for hire. And we set standards for our kage. If they don't meet them, they're liable to be ousted."

"Oh, shit," B says. "She went there, man, that's lit."

From where she stands, Akari can see Ay's life pass before his eyes as his soul dies on the spot.

"Fine. It might be a flawed system—"

"Ha!"

"—but that doesn't mean it can't be changed from the inside."

"Oh, yeah?" she says. "Sounds like big talk from a pretty boy like you."

"Anything is fixable," Minato says firmly. "It just takes the right person to do it. And I plan on becoming Hokage one day."

Akari scoffs. "Dismantling a system from the top just sets you up to be absorbed by it."

"What's your plan, then?" he asks. And unlike her, he doesn't sound like he's asking out of bad faith. His voice is too earnest and open.

"Violent revolution."

"That's… it?"

"Well, yeah."

"Violent revolution against ninja?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I said, dipshit!"

"Trying to spring a violent revolution on a military dictatorship is asking to be killed."

"Not when it's a ninja versus ninja fight! The playing ground is even."

Ay pinches the bridge of his nose and mutters under his breath, "Fucking moron."

"You're just saying that because you're bourgeoisie scum and you know that when the revolution comes, you're going to find your head propped up on a stick."

Minato holds up a hand. "What's… bourgeoisie?"

"The powerful ones. The oppressors. Those benefiting from the fruits of the worker's labour."

"You should be sectioned," Ay says.

"Only if you have a death wish." Akari turns a disapproving eye on him. "If you sectioned every slightly unstable jonin you'd have an empty workforce. Besides, don't act like it's not in your best interest for all of your jonin to be slightly unstable—it makes them more dependent. Warped ninja have no chance of developing outside skills and breaking from the ninja lifestyle."

Minato, looking almost surprised, says, "I think she has a point."

"Yeah, you are kind of bourgeoisie scum," B says. "Even if I think that word is dumb."

"It's a dumb word to describe dumb people like all three of you."

"You know what?" Ay says.

He sinks into a fighting stance and Akari knows that her debate is over. So does Minato, from the way he tenses.

"You're going to tell me either way, right?" Minato asks.

And instead of answering, Ay flies at him.

Akari takes this as her cue and gets the fuck out of dodge.

.

.

"What have you been told?"

"No revolutionary ranting outside of actual combat encounters, where it can serve as a worthy distraction tactic."

"And what did you do?"

"Go on a revolutionary rant before the combat started."

The Third nods slowly. He regards Akari calmly. "So this is what it feels like to fight a losing fight," he muses. "Were you spanked a lot as a child?"

"No. Spankings are unconstitutional."

"Is that so?"

"Corporal punishment is a breach of basic human rights. And honestly, if you have to devolve to hitting your kid, that's a mark of having already lost the fight because it shows that you can't reason your way out of the argument." It's an argument she got a lot of mileage out of against the Kumo villagers who helped 'raise' her after she was 'kidnapped'.

Akari grins. "You gonna spank me now, daddy?"

Ay bristles like a cat whose tail was stepped on. "Show some respect, you brat."

The Third waves a hand. "She's fine. Really, I expect this shit from her." He raises an eyebrow. "And it sounds like whatever she said worked, too. You almost landed a hit on Namikaze?"

Ay clenches his jaw. "Almost, yes."

"Better than any of our other ninja can say," he says. He exhales from his nose, his arms crossed over his chest. "Though I recall you also were charged with preventing this little asshat from running her bitch mouth. Those were my exact words, weren't they?"

"No," Akari says. "You told them to keep me and my bitch mouth under control."

"Ah, right. Thank you."

"I tried to intervene—"

"But the revolution cannot be stopped. Once the cry rings out amongst the workers, nothing can stamp it out forever. Revolution is inevitable—"

"Kill me," Ay mutters.

"—and the longer you fight against it, the worse it's going to be," she continues, louder to speak over him. "You can still save yourself now."

The Third makes a couple of vague hand motions.

"We need a clean break from the system, so that means the two of you are going to have to go. We can't move forward until all traces of the old power are wiped out. But, hey, if you give in willingly and accept that communism is the superior form of governance, I don't see any reason why you can't make it out of this with your heads intact."

A couple of ANBU appear on either side of Akari. Each grabs one of her arms and together, they lift her off her feet.

"You can't silence me!" she shouts as they drag her out. "The red voice rages on!"

"Have your mission report in by tomorrow morning," the Third calls to her.

"You'll get no mission report from me and like it!"

"No report, no pay!"

.

.

Akari turns in a ten-page manifesto as her mission report, and she gets half the payment she was supposed to.

The bourgeoisie scum continues to dangle capital over her head. But they cannot keep her down.

"You know—"

"For the love of the kami, shut the fuck up."

"I'm morally opposed to the whole idea of having jinchuuriki. It's like, flawed. You're enslaving sentient beings."

"Who got her started?"

"I dunno, man. I think somebody brought up that B was working with the Hachibi again, and that's why he was gone all day yesterday."

"Like that's really fucked up. Tying them to vessels without their permission? No wonder the tailed beasts are so difficult to work with—you wouldn't want to work with one of the other villages if they kidnapped you, put you in chains, and said you had to take orders from some random asshole."

"We had a rule. Nobody was supposed to bring up Hachibi around her—even you B!"

"Sorry, yo. Hachibi likes her though."

"And anyway, no one person should have that much power. Even if we ignore the enslavement part, you can't share the power of a tailed beast equally. Only nine people will ever be able to hold the power, and even then, not all the tailed beasts are equally powerful. There's no way to create equal distribution. It seems like the obvious choice, to just let nobody have it?"

"You realize that you'd kill every current vessel to do that, right? Including B?"

"Sacrifices must be made."

"Whoa. That's cold, bro."

"Look, nuclear deterrence is never a good way to go about things."

"What does that even mean?"

"No, dude, don't—"

"The big dum dum goo goo babies need a better explanation?"

"Great. Look at what you did."

"I'm not drunk enough for this."

"The jinchuuriki are the big boom boom. Make things go explodey. If you have something that can make other things go explodey, it makes you more likely to use it. So, if you want to keep things from going explodey, you got to eliminate the big boom booms."

"Somebody, just kick her out."

.

.

Akari sits on the ground in front of the bar at three in the morning.

No matter what she says or does, they resist her. They're hardwired to do it at this point. Nobody wants to listen to their local rampaging communist when they get up on a soapbox. She knew this would happen—it happened in the other world, too. Working as a city planner, at least, she had the power to manipulate the cities to benefit the revolution, even if all the municipal suits learned to tune out her ranting within a few weeks. She could make sure the streets were wide enough to riot, keep the sewage closer to the bougie parts of town, allot additional budget to improving the poorer parts of the city, small things like that.

She doesn't have that kind of power in this stupid weeb world. Not yet, at least. Being a jonin is cool, and all, but she doesn't even get to vote on anything. She just gets a title to throw around that makes people shake in their boots, sometimes. There's no political power. No practical use for inciting change.

She needs a new plan of attack.

Her eyes wander around the seedy streets of Kumo's bar district. Flashing neon signs, litter all over the concrete, a handful of ninja passed out in drunken stupors. A few prostitutes wander around, lit cigarettes in their hands. The place reeks of downtrodden working-class energy, and she spends more time here than anywhere else in Kumo.

But how? What should she do next?

A drenched piece of paper carried by the breeze smacks her in the face. Akari pulls it off with a sneer, holding it between two fingers. The ink is smudged. She squints, and she can make out some kind of advertisement for a new restaurant opening down the road.

Then, the idea comes to her.

Pamphlets.

She'll write her way out. She'll write everything down, as far as she knows. And then she'll distribute the means for righteous revolution to the masses.

To herself, she whispers, "It's time for the proletariat to rise."

"What did she just say?"

"Ignore her. I think she's that dumbass jonin who got her promotion from being so annoying that she frustrated enemy-nin into turning around and leaving."

"Really? I heard she made three nin commit suicide at once to get away from her."

"You know, I've heard her go off a few times, dude. That wouldn't surprise me.

She turns to look at them, a couple of chunin stumbling along arm in arm. They're clearly drunk, and one of them had a brown stain on his flak jacket, which could either be alcohol or barbeque sauce.

She sneers at them and glares. "Vive la revolution, fuckers," she says.

Their eyes widen and they scatter.

They'll learn. All of them will learn, one day. And she's going to teach them.

A/N: Okay so. Another project. Go me, right? Well okay here's the thing: this isn't going to be a huge, long fic. A multi-chap but probably 10 chapters at the absolute most, and as of right now I'm done the first five chapters, and mostly through the sixth chapter. The entire thing is planned out. So, I think I should be able to get it finished up relatively soon, especially now that I'm back in school and all of a sudden have lectures in which to bored write in.

But honestly this fic is my pride and joy and I hope y'all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Not mine

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13561202/1/

Ning Fan had already stood within the pill refinement chamber he created temporarily inside the immortal's abode for one night.
The gains he obtained from the previous trip were rather bountiful. The venomous worms could be used in enhancing his spirit sense while the demon blood could be used to raise his cultivation level. Besides, he also gathered a number of Dao Fruits which were items of great nourishment.
Even though he gained a lot of excellent items, he did not have much time left. To Ning Fan, the arrival of Zi Chuan served as a reminder.
The Purple Robe Palace has managed to get in the Star Palace. That is to say, the other forces are probably going to arrive here as well.
"There are still three days before the Star Gate opens. Within these three days, I have to awaken my medicine soul and use the power of the purple zoysia to help Weiliang repair her Sea of Consciousness!"
As dawn broke, birds chirped and sang.
After Xi Ran woke up, she entered the pill chamber as usual. However, as soon as she caught sight of Ning Fan in the room, she immediately felt surprised.
"Brother Lu Bei, didn't you sleep last night?"
"Not really. To cultivators, sleep is not essential."
"Oh. Hmm? What happened to your lips?" The little girl's inquisitive nature began to surface.
"I bit myself."
"Oh…"
The little girl nodded her head but the great interest within her eyes did not subside. She might be simple and naïve, but she was not silly.
The wound on his lips were clearly left by a pair of teeth. Moreover, it was bitten from the opposite direction…
How could Lu Bei bite his own lips that way?
"Today, my energy and qi have already recovered. It's time for me to awaken my medicine soul."
"Today? But I haven't prepared the pain relievers for you… It's going to be extremely painful." Xi Ran sounded a little worried.
"It doesn't matter." Ning Fan replied disapprovingly.
"Er… Alright. Let me establish the medicinal formation first and you help me on the side. Nah, take this and this…"
When it comes to any matters related to medicine and pill refinements, Xi Ran no longer looked like a silly little girl. Despite the small size of her body, she had the qualities of an alchemy grandmaster.
Each of the spiritual herbs were taken out by her. Within the sizeable pill chamber, she set up the formation eyes using the medicinal ingredients. In just an hour, she finished establishing a mysterious-looking formation which was enshrouded with dense medicinal mist.
This formation wasn't used to attack or defend, let alone trap one's enemies. The only use of this formation was to condense medicinal qi and congeal medicinal mist.
At the moment when this formation was completed, the entire pill chamber was filled with medicine fragrance which occasionally wafted out from the room.
It was the Medicine Condensing Formation, a Low Grade Divine Transformation Realm grand formation!
Xi Ran was not proficient in the Dao of Formations. However, this Medicine Condensing Formation was one of the few formation techniques that were compulsory for her to practice among all the formation techniques she knew.
As a Peak Fifth Revolution pill refinement master, Xi Ran would of course need to master the method of awakening one's medicine soul. After all, if she were to keep apprentices in the future, she would need to help them awaken their medicine souls and guide them to attain the Fifth Revolution.
Proud. Xi Ran's facial expression looked extremely proud.
"Brother Lu Bei… Hmm. Wait. No, no, no. Lu Bei, my little apprentice, you can now enter the formation. I, your master, will help you awaken your medicine soul!"
Every action that Xi Ran made was orderly and systematic. Unfortunately, the words she spoke sounded childish, greatly diminishing her imposing demeanor. In fact, the words she spoke did not seem to be a conversation between a master and a disciple. They were more like words that would only exist in flirty conversations between a couple.
"Fine. Xi Ran, my little master, I'll leave the rest up to you."
Ning Fan laughed. After taking out the Soul Refinement Sand, he consumed every particle of it. Then, he entered the formation which was filled with thick medicinal mist and sat down in the center with his legs crossed.
"I'm counting on you!"
"D-Don't worry. You already have a medicine soul. It won't be difficult to just awaken it. If you depend on me in such a solemn manner, I will be really shy."
Xi Ran's cheeks blushed as she manipulated the formation with more care and attention.
A medicine soul was actually a special ability of a Fifth Revolution pill master.
If one fails to comprehend divine intent, then they would not be able to concoct a Fifth Revolution Pill.
If one fails to condense the medicine soul, then their pill refinement realm would remain stagnant at the Fifth Revolution.
The memories of the Ancient Chaos Emperor had given Ning Fan the inheritance of his pill refinement techniques. That inheritance, however, was only up to the Fifth Revolution.
If he wants to achieve greater heights in his pill refinement techniques in the future, he could only depend on himself.
Awakening his medicine soul was the first step!
After that, if he wishes to improve, he would need to practice his pill refinement techniques and continuously accumulate experience through refining lots of pills.
Besides, the Yin Yang Transformation and pill refining techniques had to be cultivated at the same time in order to achieve the fastest cultivation speed. Neither one of them could be neglected!
"Brother Lu Bei, use the hand seal that I taught you to condense the soul power and absorb the medicine qi! Quick!"
"Mm."
Ning Fan took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. Afterwards, the shadows of his fingers moved rapidly and rhythmically as if they were dancing in the air.
Traces of green light seemed to be extracted from his soul. Under its light, Ning Fan looked like a man made out of green light.
Just as the green light appeared, all the medicinal qi of the medicinal formation began to surround the green light.
Moreover, after being strengthened by the Soul Refinement Sand, it eventually went into the green light, making the color of green become more and more concentrated.
The Soul Refinement Sand was like sandpaper rubbing against his soul. The process was without a doubt extremely agonizing. However, to Ning Fan, he had already endured that much degree of pain innumerable times. He was not concerned about it at all. He just focused at the green light with an excited expression.
The green light was none other than Ning Fan's medicine soul!
The so-called medicine soul was the soul light which was condensed from the medicine qi, with the ability to sense and discern spiritual herbs!
The color of one's soul light changes according to their pill refinement techniques. The color of a Fifth Revolution soul light was green; while Sixth Revolution was black and Seventh Revolution was purple.
The color of green meant that Ning Fan's pill refinement realm was at the Fifth Revolution.
The darker the green color, the higher the quality of his soul light. which would mean a higher pill refinement realm!
When the green light reached a certain level of concentration, Ning Fan suddenly opened his eyes. His body gave out green qi which rose above his head, forming green clouds!
That green qi was a type of power that linked straight to one's soul. It was the unique aura that would only be possessed by a pill refinement grandmaster!
At this moment, Ning Fan finally understood why whenever Xi Ran talked about spiritual herbs, her aura would become drastically different from usual. In actual fact, the special aura she exhibited was brought upon by the medicine soul.
"Brother Lu Bei, you did it!" Xi Ran revealed a look of excitement. She was just a naïve girl like this. She would treat anyone who was good to her well.
"Mm. I did it!"
Ning Fan suddenly rose up from the ground and opened his mouth, sucking in the remaining medicinal mist of the formation into his abdomen and nourishing his medicine soul which had just been awakened.
"So this is my medicine soul?!"
While trying to activate it, Ning Fan's body glowed with a faint green qi. In the next second, his state of mind immediately became as calm as a pond.
A medicine soul would not only enhance a pill refinement master's senses. Besides, after activating it, it would help one gather their focus.
It was because of medicine souls that pill refinement masters could concentrate their entire attention and focus in refining pills without being interrupted by any external factors.
With a slap on the storage pouch, Ning Fan took out some spiritual herbs. Surprisingly, he realized that after having his medicine soul awakened, his ability to discern spiritual herbs was increased by a few times!
Within his palm, he held a five-thousand-year-old Lightning Yellow Essence.
Before his medicine soul awakened, Ning Fan could only tell that this spiritual herb was roughly five thousand years of age. Currently, however, he could precisely determine that the age of this spiritual herb was actually around five thousand and four hundred years!
He then produced a spark of black flames on the tip of his finger. Following after the awakening of his medicine soul, his control towards flames had also improved too.
"Hmmph. The sensations you experienced after awakening your medicine soul isn't bad, right? Remember, this was all due to my efforts!" Xi Ran lifted her chin arrogantly, as if she was craving for some compliments.
"Mm. You did well. Let me think about what to reward you for your effort…" Ning Fan purposely pretended like he was meditating deeply.
"Mm. I don't want a lot. Just return my one billion immortal jade to me…"
Before the little girl could finish feeling pleased with herself, she suddenly felt a gush of warm breath blowing against her ear.
Before she could even respond, Ning Fan planted a kiss on her light-toned cheek.
"This is your reward!" Ning Fan smiled. With a single movement, he disappeared and his presence was nowhere to be found.
As for Xi Ran, she covered her face with both hands and stood still like she had been petrified while staring at the direction where Ning Fan left.
Gradually, she came to her senses and her silky white cheeks became red like a tomato. She clenched her fists as if she was going to give someone a good beating.
"Stinky Lu Bei! You bullied me! You took advantage of me! You bullied me! I-I… I don't want to be friendly with you anymore!"
Xi Ran was so embarrassed that she kept stomping her feet.
He is just like a rascal!
Does he think he is really good-looking that a single kiss of his would be worth one billion immortal jade?!
 At most... At most it could just be worth 50 million immortal jade…
"Hmmph! Fine. I'll consider that he still owes me 950 million immortal jade!"
If Ning Fan knew that his kiss would be worth 50 million immortal jade in Xi Ran's eyes, he probably would not know whether to laugh or cry.
The kiss might be given by the same person, but when it landed on a different woman's cheek, the outcome was never the same.
Ning Fan did not show any concern to those thoughts at all. Now, his medicine soul might have awakened but the time he had left was not much. He had to obtain the Star Tempering Purple Zoysia from the old bear to recover the female corpse's Sea of Consciousness within three days.
"The increase in the quality of one's medicine soul does not necessarily mean that one's pill refinement techniques would improve. However, every pill refinement grandmaster would certainly have a strong medicine soul. It's an undeniable fact. Currently, after awakening my medicine soul, my pill refinement techniques have improved by quite a lot. However, the gap between my current level and the Mid Fifth Revolution Pill Refinement Realm is still considerably large…"
With a few teleportations, Ning Fan had already travelled to the northern part of the island from the south, reaching a forest with heaven-reaching ancient trees. Descending to the ground, he walked towards the rift valley which was situated at the end of the woods.
That place was the old bear's den. Naturally, it was guarded by quite a number of demon beasts.
As soon as they noticed the visitor was Ning Fan, not only did they allow him to enter without inquiring him, some demon beasts even stood at the side of the path and saluted him.
"Greetings to Star Lord! King Man has ordered that if Star Lord arrives, Star Lord can directly enter King Man's valley. No registration or reports would be needed!"
"Mm. How is Man Shan's condition? Is he getting better?
"Thanks to Star Lord's Sixth Revolution Pill, King Man's injuries have completely stabilized. Now, King Man needs to rest in a calm state. It's just a matter of time for King Man to be completely healed!"
"That's good."
Ning Fan nodded his head. Since Man Shan's injuries had stabilized, he could then feel slightly at ease.
Along the way to the King Man's valley, each of the patrolling demon beasts began to gossip and discuss among themselves when Ning Fan passed by.
"Could it be that the Star Lord is coming for the Star Tempering Purple Zoysia this time?"
"I think so… King Man has once promised that if the Star Lord asks for it, he would give half of it away to him. However, the 'Great Elder' does not seem to agree with him. After all, this Star Tempering Purple Zoysia is the life-saving item of the Great Elder. If it is given to an outsider…"
"Considering the injuries suffered by the Great Elder… Hai… This matter is truly cumbersome… The Great Elder is not an ordinary individual. Rumor has it that he even dared to rebut the previous star lord of the Greedy Wolf Star Sea. It was because of that that he suffered his current injuries… If it wasn't because of his grievous injuries, he might have succeeded the position of star lord after the previous star lord of the Greedy Wolf Star Sea has left… Er. Based on the Great Elder's moody temper, would he put up a fight against the Star Lord?"
In King Man's valley, within a pitch-black cave, the old bear was rubbing his palms while smiling apologetically towards a coffin.
"Father, could we discuss about this matter? Let's just give half of the Star Tempering Purple Zoysia to Lu Bei, deal?!"
"Hmmph! Man Shan! You only consider that I am not willing to give up my life, but I won't hand the purple zoysia to that outsider just because of that! My injuries might not be worth talking about, but the greatest wish which we, the star spirits yearn, is to break free from these bodies and congeal a true demon body… Currently, I can bluntly tell you that there's no hope for me to achieve that dream. The Star Tempering Purple Zoysia is already not sufficient to be shared among you, Jin Er and Yin Er, how could it still be given to an outsider… *Cough*… This matter is not open to any discussions anymore!"
The old bear revealed a look of helplessness.
One side was Lu Bei while the other side was his father-in-law. It sure was difficult for him to be a good guy on both sides.
At this moment, a message transmitting flying sword flew within the chamber and burst, reading out the message carried by it.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, the Star Lord is waiting in the main hall!"
Upon hearing that message, the old bear smiled bitterly. He could tell that Ning Fan was probably asking for the Star Tempering Purple Zoysia since he came at such a time.
He of course doesn't dare to deny his request. However, his father-in-law would not agree with him…
"Could we discuss about this matter once more…"
"Get lost, you coward! Fine. Let this old man meet him personally. I want to see what this Star Lord Lu, who caused the entire Star Sea to tremble looks like… It has been thousands of years since the last time I left this coffin…"
A ray of star light shot out from the coffin, transforming into a bony little old man.
Every step he took seemed to make him almost tumble to the ground. However, his piercing gaze showed that this man was no doubt a strong and unyielding person.
Especially his aura. Because of his injuries, it was unstable and fluctuated greatly.
At its lowest, his aura did not even match a Vein Opening Realm cultivator's.
At its highest, his aura was comparable to that of a Void Refinement Realm expert!
"Lead the way!" The old man made a stomp, causing the whole northern part of the island to tremble.
The stomp he made was more than enough to crush a Peak Divine Transformation Realm cultivator to death!
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Master said, the woman I held in my hands, I must protect for the rest of my life
Master said, it’s hard to cultivate as a Demon, and once you enter the Demon Dao, you should never look back.
Master said, Heaven is a Circle and the Earth is a Square; that Circle represents (is) consummate perfection, and that Square represents (is) the edges and corners of one’s Heart, it’s a rebellion against Fate, a Disobedience to Heaven.
My master is named Ning Fan, he’s not a person, he’s merely a Butterfly who has entered Demonhood. He was searching for someone. No one knew who he was searching for. No one knew how long he would search for…

Levon gets to his house, or rather his little mansion! 
A mansion among mansions, all which looked exactly the same. Clearly a bourgeois type of neighborhood. Calm and secured. 
The door was oddly made of titanium, and It opened automatically the moment he stood in front! After some green laser lights scanned him from head to toes. 
He enters inside, the lights immediately switched on their own! Then, a robotic voice says.
"Welcome master!" 
The sound came from below, Levon looks down…He leans and pats a beautiful medium size fluffy dog! 
"Ezer! 
What were you doing while I wasn't here?"
"Waiting for you to come back." 
The robotic voice again replies, and it seems like it's coming from the dog!! 
But, his mouth isn't really moving beside making a large handsome smile.
Levon. "Good boy! Feeling hungry?"
"Yes! I made us food for both of us" 
Levon. "Is that so? 
You used the chef machine again?"
He goes with the dog towards the kitchen, and then checks a weird looking machine. 
He opens it, and just as the robotic voice said, there is food for both. Fresh hot food! 
"Looks like you've learned this time." Levon finally removes his cold expression and replaces it with a rare smile, which makes his dog extremely happy and excited! He jumps at him and licks him all over the face.
And there it appears, the source of the sound was a collar around Ezer's neck, hidden by his fluffy fur!
What could this device be!!? 
As the two were having their meals, Levon looks at the TV screen. 
And in less than a second, it's on! 
*News station*
The reporter, looking so casual and unprofessional. 
"Hey there, citizens of Kush! 
We have some spicy news tonight, as every other night."
"Yes indeed, The famous young actress Heya lana has confirmed to our reporters that she is ready to take a new step in her career, claiming that she always waited for the moment when she'll be accepted by the lords of Cinema to perform in the adult industry."
"Hmmmm…A moment we were all waiting for isn't that right joseph?"
"Oh absolutely Sophie, matter of fact I might quit this boring job and perform a scene with her."
Sophie. "Hhhahahahahahaha!! I hope I'll be there too".  
*She gives him a wink*
Joseph. "Oh! That will make me quit the job even earlier then!"
Sophie. "Oh, stop it you!
 Alright moving to somet…."
The Tv was suddenly turned off! As levon looked sideways holding the food in his hand, but not moving it…
He decides not finish his meal! he gets up and puts it back in the kitchen… On the opposite, Ezer was so busy eating that he did not notice his surroundings.
Levon's face hid his thoughts so deeply.
'…Everyone is having it, everyone Is talking about it. I don't know how long I will keep resisting, but I must…I can't have a moment where my mind can think of my body. 
Especially that!
I need something to sway me…
Yeah, I remember! The book Mr. Howard gave me…'
Levon walks towards the middle section of his house, oddly enough there was a second floor above, yet no stairs leading to it! 
This time, Levon pushes a button! 
But it did not make what resulted after that any less magical. 
Bright lightning stairs appeared out of nowhere! 
They looked like they have no solid form, yet Levon puts his feet into one of them and it automatically lifted him up there! 
'…Good, it seems that I've successfully made it work. 
By condensing and controlling the mass of atoms that exist in the air, negating the effects of gravity is possible.
But, it's too expensive. I don't think It's worth publishing at the moment.'
Levon gets to his room, takes a book from a big library wall at the right side of his bed, it was different looking from the rest, it was made of actual paper! 
He lets his body rest comfortably. And finally, the bed isn't some science fiction invention. 
Just a very large and comfortable bed. In a room where everything is colored white. 
As Levon continues from where he left off last time, he realizes that he does not enjoy reading this book at all! 
'…The excessive description of every detail is exhausting for a reader; beside that I don't know half of thee words used in the book. I searched about some definition but couldn't find any. The beginning is rather uninteresting as well…I wonder why Mr. Howard keeps suggesting me books similar to this.
He says they're from the pre-revolution era…' 
Levon looks at the cover of the book.
"Crime and Punishment" 
'The title is a bit interesting I have to admit. Though, crimes are very rare, punishment is even more…'
Even if Levon is discouraged, he finds It within himself to continue the book without knowing exactly why, until he fell asleep later on...
*THE NEXT DAY AT 6AM* 
Levon is already awake, trying to move his finger a little bit. His face shows a bit of discomfort but he's able to move it quite nicely! 
How is that possible? No broken bone can be healed this fast! 
Ezer is also awake, being a dog, he feels Levon on another level even without speaking, so he asks him. 
And the robotic voice comes out once again.
"What is it master? 
Does your hand hurt you?"
Levon. "Not really, just a little bruise…I'll have to go to the lab now, you've learnt how to make food, so I won't worry about that. Tomorrow is a Sunday, so we'll go out together."
Ezer this time does not speak human language; he happily barks back at Levon. It's a ritual he does to cheer his friend every morning. And it does work most of the time! 
Levon leaves, 5 seconds later a black car is awaiting him outside. 
*Gets in* 
"How are you Mr. Graham!" Asked the driver, a sharp classy charismatic looking man.
Levon. "Good."
"We arrived". Said the driver. 
That was not a joke, they indeed reached their destination. 
The door automatically lifts up, and a huge skyscraper is there right in front!
How come, the ride was over just like that!!??
On its large surface, it says. 
"SCIENTIFIC RESEARCH INSTITUTION: BABEL"
          "IN MEMORY OF THE 7HEROES"

In the distant future, a new world emerged after an almost certain exctintion! All thanks to the 7 Heroes. 

However, there was a big price to pay. Humanity no longer knows what it is like to be human! 

And the only salvation? An item left long time ago by a mysterious man that goes by "Doctor. X". 

This is a story of Levon Graham, who thought he knew everything, until he knew something! 
 

What caused the exctinction? And how did those 7 heroes save the world? 

Who is Doctor x? And what is this item he left for humanity? 

All of this and more, in "The Eraquest"

"Irina's actions are completely unbefitting of her status, so she's not fit to continue as the elven princess. I support her deposition!"
"I concur. Irina has obstructed our plan to bring traitors back to our Wind Forest on many occasions, and she has killed many of our brethren for no good reason. Her magic should be disabled as a punishment."
"I support her deposition. Her actions have made her an enemy of our elven race, and she must be punished!"
"I disagree. As the successor to Her Highness, she should be the one to pass judgment; we have no right to decide her fate."
…
The elders expressed their opinions one after another. Helena remained completely silent and expressionless throughout this process, making it impossible to decipher what she was thinking.
It was quite clear that support for Irina's deposition far outweighed the opposition, and all of the elves on the plaza looked on in silence, knowing that the outcome had virtually already been decided. However, no one knew just what implications this outcome would have for the elven race.
Five days ago, Irina had slain three 10th-tier powerhouses out of a total of six who had attacked her in Rodu.
Immediately thereafter, Alex had appeared to kill the remaining three 10th-tier beings along with Benson, following which both of them had escaped relatively unscathed.
Borg and Helena were both present, and there were more than six 10th-tier elven beings at the scene, but everyone was still feeling a sense of unease.
Furthermore, Irina was the only elven princess, and she had always been viewed as the hope and pillar for the future of the elven race.
If she were to be killed or crippled, the elven race would essentially be shooting itself in the foot. Where would they go from there?
Irina wanted to abolish the family system and restore the social system of old, thereby pitting herself against all of the elven families.
No one knew how much longer the elven queen was going to be around for; if they were to lose Irina as well, what was going to become of them?
This was a serious problem that weighed on the hearts of all of the elves present.
What was even more unsettling to all of the high-ranking elves was the notion of revenge from an enraged Alex if they were to really kill or disable Irina.
Normal elves might not be aware of the extent of the relationship between Irina and Alex, but they knew that Irina had suddenly become so feeble after returning to the Wind Forest three years ago as she had given birth to Alex's child.
It was exactly because of this that the assassination that shocked the entire continent had been arranged.
However, Alex had now been revealed to still be alive, and he had announced his return in the most emphatic fashion by killing four 10th-tier powerhouses.
He was a terrifyingly powerful man, and if he were to aim his blade at the elven race, disaster would surely follow.
All of the young elves looked on as Irina stood before the Spring of Life with her hands clasped behind her back. Her long dress fluttered around her, and she was still just as proud and powerful as well. She was like a shining beacon of light in the hearts of many elves, and they couldn't bring themselves to resent her no matter what.
In the past, they could only look up to her and exchange legendary stories about her in an awestruck manner, but now, they were beginning to understand what she had been doing all this time.
She had climbed to the pinnacle of the Magus Tower, and then departed from the Wind Forest to travel across the entire Norland Continent. She had slain countless demons and orcs, battled giant dragons, and freed countless elven "traitors"… All of these rebellious tales surrounding her were merely detailing her pursuit of freedom.
Her definition of freedom was not one that required justification.
In their hearts, the lowly slaves who they'd insulted with reckless abandon and taken for granted suddenly became a little different.
This was like a seed that had been sowed in everyone's hearts.
The elder at the very center of the panel elders rose to his feet again, and loudly announced, "Eight elders have approved of deposing Irina as princess and punishing her for her crimes, while only three have raised objections. As such, from now on, Irina will be stripped of her title as the elven princess with immediate effect. On top of that, her mind realm will be destroyed, and she'll be imprisoned in the Tower of Death for the rest of her life for killing Schubert and Cobil."
The entire plaza fell deathly silent. Even though they'd achieved their objective, everyone was feeling extremely tense as they appraised Irina with wary expressions on their faces.
Contrary to her appearance, she wasn't some frail and vulnerable little girl. Instead, she was a monstrously powerful being who was not to be taken lightly.
Even more importantly, she had the support of the Tree of Life.
Irina appraised the panel of elders with a pair of eyes that were devoid of fear yet tinged with a hint of disappointment. "This is the most incompetent panel of elders I've ever seen."
The elder at the center of the panel, who was already over 900 years old, took a reflexive step backward. All of the other elders also averted Irina's gaze, not daring to look her in the eye.
Irina turned away from the elders and cast her gaze toward the elves on the plaza. She then looked on toward a place that was even further away.
"My brethren, I hope you can all find the kindness and benevolence that have been buried deep in your hearts. I hope that one day, you can once again befriend the flora and fauna in the forest, and use your hearts to experience everything around you. Only then will you return to being true elves rather than demons wearing elven skin. I want this to be more than just a revolution from myself; I want all of you who are being oppressed to pick up your weapons, and unite to fight for your freedom!" Irina's warm voice spread through the entire Wind Forest, and a burst of golden light radiated from her body as if a golden veil had been draped over her.
The Tree of Life lit up, and countless branches emerged from within the cave. Specks of green light rained down from the branches, fluttering around Irina's body like spritely fireflies.
"What insolence! I'm going to avenge Schubert and Cobil today on behalf of the panel of elders!" Borg's brows furrowed as a black wand appeared in his hand. He raised the wand, and a beam of black light shot forth toward Irina. The black light split up into three mid-flight, then into nine, and these nine streaks of black light transformed into nine black cheetahs. Each of these cheetahs was around three meters in length, and all of them pounced toward Irina in unison.
The cheetahs bared their sinister fangs and sharp claws as they hurtled toward Irina at a speed that was far too fast for the naked eye to follow, leaving trails of afterimages in their wake.
A staff also appeared in Irina's hand, and she looked at the oncoming cheetahs in a calm manner as she chanted, "Holy light, cleanse."
Golden light flashed within the crystal at the tip of the staff, and a cylindrical pillar of golden light swept forth toward the oncoming cheetahs, all of which were instantly vanquished like shattered crystals.
The entire area was completely cleared with the exception of a few insubstantial wisps of black energy.
All of the specks of green light around Irina seemed to have come under some kind of stimulus, and all of them surged forth in an instant to destroy those remaining traces of black energy.
All of a sudden, Irina's eyes narrowed slightly as a hint of confusion appeared on her face.
Is that what I think it is? A grave expression also appeared on Helena's face.
Borg raised his wand high above his head, and his magician robes flapped around him in the wind as he roared, "All traitors must be punished regardless of their position and status!" 
The sky instantly darkened as countless dark clouds surged forth, forming a gargantuan vortex overhead, creating a menacing doomsday-like scenario.


In Chaos City on the Norland Continent, there is a strange restaurant.

Here, elves and dwarves share tables. Beastmen are prohibited from making a din, and giant dragons can only seat around the tiny square in front of the restaurant. Even demons have to bring their own stools…

But it is such a strange restaurant that has long lines outside every day.

Elves are stuffing kebabs, paying no mind to their manners; giant dragons are sitting around a hot pot, strainers in their hands; demons are eating nice-looking dango…

"There's no other place on this continent where you can find food like that! The boss here is a genius!" a customer provides such a review. Then, he gives a furtive look at the door. "Also, don't you think of kidnapping the boss away or dine-and-dashing, or you will suffer a tragic death."

"Eat, pay, or you will be beaten to death." says a cute little girl in her childish voice as she trots forward. A five-meter tall dragon shivers when it meets her eyes.

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