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.

Sports occupies a vital role in our lives. It keeps us fit, healthy and makes us active. The secret to having a healthy and positive lifestyle is to have a positive mind and body. Sports is one such activity which helps us in maintaining a proper physique and a positive mentality.

Apart from keeping a healthy body and mind, sports also helps us in alerting our senses, keeps us aware and an undaunting personality and outlook on life. Hence, sports has a multi-faceted role in our lives. Students in schools are asked to write essays on the topic of sports for their exams and assignments. For their convenience, we have provided sample essays on the subject.One extended essay on sports, one short essay on sports and ten lines on the topic of sports essay have been provided further. The extended essay is of 450-500 words and the short one of 100-150 words. The long sports essay is for students studying in classes 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6. The short sports essay is for students in grades 7, 8, 9 and 10.

31. I may be the most frozen frozen in front of you. I can be the quietest when with you. But not in the verses of poetry. This is why I love writing so much. Because there, I am free to fall in love and go crazy in wishes and dreams. (Poem 1223, April 25 2017)
32. And without you knowing it, the good prayers that I crammed into the sky, have been transformed into everything in your life so far. Become someone you loved, transformed into a close friend who is always there when you are quiet, or becomes a convenience when difficulties come your way. (The 1274th poem, 27 April 2017)
33. I could describe the beauty of your face through writing on paper. But I just want to love you in another way, in a way that you've never had before. I want to describe all your beauty through sentences and strings of prose words, where humans who read it will understand, how beautiful you are in every breath I breath. (Poem 1244, April 26, 2017)
34. This is why I'm so crazy about writing. I just don't want every second that I spend with you, to pass without being able to record a single moment (April 2017)
35. Like a sun that never gets tired of greeting the earth with its gold, like myself who never forgets to greet you (1281th Poem, 29 April 2017)
36. The sparkle in your eyes is one of the reasons why I fell in love with you. I see, there is heaven there. (Poem 1225, April 25 2017)
37. You are not the only one looking for answers, because until the second you read this, I am also still asking questions. Is all this really longing, or is it just addiction. (The 984th poem, 19 March 2017)
38. Because you are too rich to beget praise. So don't blame me, if I can always find you in every definition of beauty. (Poem 1266, 27 April 2017)
39. Like a term. I surround you with prayer, where longing is at the center. (999th poem, 19 March 2017)
40. It's not just longing that dissolves when I stare at your smile. But there is also a sinking feeling, when I bury myself together in silence. (The 1192th poem, 23 April 2017)

My poems were the first I wrote. Track record of how I became a writer. About love, sincerity, ignorance of what people say; the most important thing is my world is calm. Starting from the meeting stage, loving secretly, until the stage of letting go, now (me and my feelings) are immortal in poetry. || Temporary hiatus, currently composing poetry into a story.

Hilda Muller studied the hand-written and scented admiration letter that she had written to Keila Eisenstein. Due to Keila's actions, Hilda was no longer a random military officer in the Muller army, in fear of her evil uncle and perverted cousin. Because Keila opened the portals and let the Xenos in, Hilda was the top dog of Earth, and words couldn't describe how grateful she was.
But who would be stupid enough to travel to the Divine Dimension to deliver the letter? Hilda was not as evil as Joachim or Bjorn, and she couldn't just sacrifice some poor soldier to deliver her vain messages. Hilda was interrupted when her personal assistant Emma Schindler walked into the room. Emma noticed that Hilda was crying and decided to comfort her boss.
Emma Schindler:
- What is the matter, Hilda? I have never seen you cry before! You even used chilly to fake tears on your uncle's funeral!
Hilda:
- I am just so moved by the beautiful poetry I have written. And heartbroken that the intended recipient will never be able to read it.
Emma:
- Oh, poor you. Did you author a poem to your deceased father who was senselessly murdered by a Martian rebel?
Hilda:
- No, but that could be a promising idea. Thanks for suggesting it.
Emma:
-  No worries, boss. So, who did you write the poem to?
Hilda:
- To my personal hero. The beautiful and talented Keila Eisenstein!
Emma:
- Keila Eisenstein? The madwoman who opened portals that enabled the invasion by man-eating aliens.
Hilda:
- Yes, if it weren't for her heroic efforts, Mars would have been wiped out by an asteroid strike. More importantly, Joachim would be the boss instead of me.
Emma:
- So, you admire her for selfish reasons?
Hilda:
- Yes. Are there any other reasons in the world?
Emma:
- Never mind. Can I please read the poem?
Hilda:
- Sure, go ahead.
Emma took the heavily scented letter from Hilda's desk and read it. It was filled with excellent prose, and it was almost as skilful writing as you would find in a Martin Lundqvist novel! Emma pondered her options for a while and spoke:
- This is exceptionally good Hilda; you should self-publish it on Scamazon and make a dozen friends give it glimmering reviews. You could earn 20 Terran Credits!
Hilda shook her head and replied:
- No, House White owns Scamazon. I don't want to make them wealthier!
- But, if I could only get it to Keila, a weight would be lifted off my chest!
Emma sighed. She was the definition of a 'Yes' woman, and she didn't want to disappoint her boss, even if it meant that she had to bring a letter past a bunch of predatory aliens and deliver a message to the prisoner of their evil queen.
Emma:
- How about if I deliver the letter to Keila?
Hilda:
- Would you do that for me? It sounds incredibly dangerous!
Emma:
- I will be alright. Keila is guarded by a host of man-eating aliens and their wicked demon queen, but Ramun has taught me their language, and you have given them free beer. They'll know that I am their friend.
Hilda:
- That's great, Emma. You are so smart. Deliver the message, and if you make it back alive, I will promote you.
Emma:
- Jawohl Fraulein Muller!
Thus, Emma was sent out on a dangerous and pointless quest to deliver Hilda's love letter to Keila. Learn to say 'No' Emma!


Author:
Martin Lundqvist was born in the southern parts of Sweden. He has lived in Australia since 2012 and has been writing for six years. He writes mainly Sci-Fi, Thriller, Action, Psychological Fantasy, as well as Dark Comedy genre.

When God dies, an idiot takes his place!

Far enough into the future for anything to be conceivable, the wealthy and dementia-ridden villain Abraham Goldstein funds an implausible project to travel to heaven and meet God! Against all logic, the project is successful, and Abraham finds out that the god is dead. Abraham also finds the mind-control technology, that Yahweh used to convince Bronze Age humans that he was a god. 

Having these schematics Abraham sets his mind to a new project: to create an artificial Bronze Age world where he can be "god" over its inhabitants. 
Along the way he faces many highly amusing scenarios such as problem with the henchmen union, unfortunate calendar mistakes, malfunctioning orbital super weapons etc. Abraham keeps fucking up things due to his dementia, villainy, incompetent henchmen, and general stupidity until a mentally ill woman shows up out of nowhere and puts an end to Abraham's follies!

"What if ignorance is truly bliss
And is the elusive path to heaven. 
What if not having thoughts is bliss, 
And overthinking, the path to pain? 

If I did not know that I deserve respect
Would I be angry when I'm disrespected? 
If I did not know the definition of perfect, 
Seeing the imperfect me, would I be disheartened? 

Unaware that I am, in fact, bound in chains
Would I crave the sweet nectar of freedom? 
Unaware that I'm living on discarded remains
Would I madly desire to be the queen of a kingdom? 

Would it be better if I didn't have a conscience
And these myriad nagging thoughts inside my head
So that I'd never feel anger, guilt, yearning or defiance
And sleep with an illusive silence inside my head?"


Radhika re-read the poem that she'd just penned down. Would it be good enough for the lyrics of a song? 
It does have a nice rhyme to it, though....

"Radhika?" She suddenly heard her mother say as she walked into the room which she shared with two of her siblings. She shut the notebook with a snap and attempted to hide it under her bed but....

 "Are you trying to read and write AGAIN? How many times will you bring shame upon us?" Her mother whispered angrily. She said the word "read and write" as if it were the deadly plague. "Come and clean the veranda, and after that, take a bath and wear some nice clothes. The boy's family is coming today, and I'll NOT tolerate it if you let them find fault with you." Saying so, her mother stormed out of the room. 

Phew, Radhika hadn't expected that. It was 4:30 AM and her mother usually woke up at least an hour later. Must've been the stress of the boy's family coming to "see" her, she thought,a long suffering sigh escaping her lips. Anyways, that marked the end of her "me" time, as she liked to call it, the time when she could let her imagination soar in the clear skies, when she could let her mind bask in the stories of great kings and villainous traitors, paupers who became rich, tycoons who lost their wealth in a day, bold and beautiful women who seemed to be a world away- and many, many more. 

She gathered her sari and got up. She had to clean the veranda and make herself "presentable"( her lips curled in disgust at the word), for now.

The Earth is there for each and every Individual to live on it without anyone's decision .Everyone have a choice on how to live his or her own life on Earth . No one owns other person's brain but people turn to control each other on how to do things , taking decisions and blackmailing choices are the ones that dominates towards people's lives . My life was stagnant after I had that dream I never thought that would come back , those words kept on playing in my mind every single day and they acted as an advise that keeps me studying and working hard . It was threatening me at the same time because I would study even when I'm not interested on studying that day, forcing myself to study made me to become stressful because my brain was already fed with lot of unnecessary information. 
Wednesday morning I woke up with her words that she once said to me when I asked her what does she like the most on Earth ,she said " I like nature" . These words made me to go out side after waking up around 05h30 am and it's summer the sun rose up shinning , I got back inside and took my Secrete book where I write my poems then I went straight to the forest and arrived around 06h00 am . I started looking around and I saw nature expressing it's self towards me ,then I wrote a poem called The Beauty of Nature this poem was talking about how nature works and recycle itself. The beauty of nature is natural. According to it's definition, nature are all plants, animals and things that exist on earth that's are not made by human beings . It can be living things or non living things but most of the people believe that nature isn't alive . Well nature is alive and responsible for every living thing that occupies space on earth, the rain is natural and responsible for cooling down of temperatures globally and responsible for the growth of the plants as they need water to grow up.The sun is responsible for warming up of temperatures as human being to get warmer, plants needs it for photosynthesis and animals for isolation .This poem describes the recycling done by nature .
TheBeautyOfNature 
By Simphiwe Mashinini 
The morning light is natural,
Sun's rising upon the mountains,
Blowing it rays to the surface of the oceans,
Ocean are warmed up like a baby's basin with warm water,
Evaporation is brought to bless with rain.
The sun is shinning upon the earth's surface,
Flowers with smile on their faces ,
Water splesh! pollen grains delivered to a stigma,
Style is ready to receive pollen grains ,
Ovum is ready, awaiting for pollinating urgent,
Pollinating urgent brings fertilisation .
The sunsets, it's a night shift for stars,
Sunsets for the stars to avail their shinning pattern,
Pattern covered by a dark blue sky,
The moon with bright smile,
The bully is gone,
It's a day off for day shift birds,
It a night on for night shift bats.
This poem gave me hard time and I had to believe that all her words are meaningful , that simply means even the dream I had it was not just a dream but she said it before I had that dream and it's meaningful too. The only imaginations that came to my mind was that if ever I fail my matric , I'll also fail her.  This was the choice made by her parents so she got no chance to date me while I don't have any matric certificate with an admission to bachelor degree. The number of my classmates started to decrease on cross night sessions, more learners became absent ,others gave up because they couldnt fave the challenge they stated that its too late fof them to catch up, they said say it won't work anymore . Others stated their reasons that they can't cope at night because they're falling asleep on cross night so they don't see any change , it's the same as their home environment the one with comfort zone. Some said that they can't study for a long time as their brain can only interpret for 2 hours, if that time is exceeded then it's more like they are cramming and they're no longer study because they'll wake up with everything wiped out of their brains. This leaded to a decrease of 3 learners left it was only my friends and I.  They also doubted to attend as we saw that they were using us as their scapegoat then they leave us behind . We decided that we will study individually at our homes and we did as we pleased but I had a problem when it comes  to study at home. My family always make noise with TV so I couldn't cope properly , the only time which is a good time for me to study at home it was afternoon but during that time I'm at school. This made me to end up taking a decision of doing cross nights alone. I didn't want to lose her so I had to sacrifice not to sleep but to keep on studying hard. The main thing that made me to be afraid was that I wasn't that smart , I was not intelligent but I was a hard worker. There are more possibilities for me to fail if I'm not working hard.
It's Thursday night and tomorrow we're writing mathematics paper 1, I was glad that I'm ready for the paper , what I knew was that I don't have to be afraid and I don't have to be over excited during examination session , it might lead to losing focus and misleading the numbering system of a question paper. I knew that I don't have to study a day before writing because the brain needs to relax , so I went to sleep early that night. (A day after) it's Monday morning while I'm preparing myself to school , I planned to be neat today as I pulled of my blazer written Asser Maloka Secondary school , under neath  I was wearing a white half jesery then a grey trouser with black school shoes . Immediately after having break fast I took my bentex with examination rules, pencil, ruler, a blue pen, a calculator , a timetable and my Identity card inside thereafter I went to school. I arrived at school around 07h30 am and I saw my maths teacher ,she told me that I should do my best and keep calm , I took it as a blessing and went to greet my friends. (They were discussing with the possible sums that may come out) "Good morning everyone " . "Hey broh , today you arrived a bit late showing that you're ready there's nothing to prepare ,huh" Kabelo said. (Laughing out loud) " No broh not at all I was busy with something at home so that's why I'm a bit late" I replied. "Hey Simphiwe , they're disagreeing with me here about geometry of circles, isn't true that when you want to prove that two circles are equal you must first prove that their radius are equal?" Mlando questioned. ( Feeling exhausted) "Yeah it true, but guys stop discussing with the paper because you're confusing what others has already studied and you can't predict the paper especially maths paper" I said. The principal came by and told us we should get inside the examination room as it was already 08h00 am . They started by setting off our tables accordingly then we settled down according to our examination numbering system. Mr Nzolo was my teacher of social sciences in grade 9 , he came in as our invigilator for our first paper Mathematics . He started by checking our identity cards and rules , he that started to read the rules for us. " Umm good morning learners may we please be quiet so we can start reading the rules. The rules are as follows, you must provide your ID(identity card) as well as your examination rules, secondly you must be seated for atleast an hour after the start of examination centre , you must not have any piece of paper except for the ones issued by an invigilator, you must not bring in a electronic devices such as cellphone, iPod, headset or earset and ect..." he read the rules until rule numbet 20 then we started off writing at 09h00 for 3 hours. After the examination process we went out and noticed that the paper was fair enough, although I couldn't finish in time but I hope that I did exceed 100 marks, the paper it was out of 150 marks. We wrote other papers and I had similar feeling in all the papers I wrote, I just had a problem on English paper only and it was the last paper. Everyone was happy  we're done writing , we then took many photos together as classmates and wrote our white school t-shirts with black marker representing that we are done with high school. The only thing that was left to receive our results , they're going  be issued on January next year on the 6th


The book emphasis the feelings of a young man who love his girlfriend and still wishing to be with her in future,so he called this book "Destiny to heaven".
Destiny to heaven describes the journey that they will both sacrifice to take together until they are separated by death . A destiny to heaven is more likely to have challenges that might twist your mind and faith until you lose your way to reach your destiny . The love can be expressed in different ways including feelings,but fake feelings easily fade up, because they lack trust and believe. This book gives clarity about true love, trustworthy, honesty and loyalty .

Theme
The speaker used first narrative which rises the appeal of emphasizing his feelings ,thoughts and imaginations.

In a room beside the Evernight cathedral in the Southern Continent, East Balam, Leonard's consciousness returned to the real world.
After a few seconds of silence, he picked up the cup of coffee that had turned cold and took a sip.
The bitter taste filled his mouth, gradually waking his mind up.
"Old Man, what happened today?" Finally, Leonard couldn't help but ask.
After a moment of silence, Pallez Zoroast replied wistfully, "Error has perished."
Error… Leonard almost didn't realize which existence Old Man was referring to.
In the next second, he couldn't hide his astonishment as he nearly forgot to whisper, "Amon?"
This was a standard true god!
"Yes." Pallez Zoroast's voice sounded like "He" had aged considerably. "To be precise, Amon's main body perished."
Leonard wasn't in the mood to distinguish the subtle meaning behind Old Man's words. He asked in disbelief, "W-why was there no sign of it?"
He had witnessed the phenomena before and after the God of Combat died. He knew that it was a change that would affect the entire world and bring about many terrifying monsters and dangerous regions.
And just now, the only two abnormalities were:
The doors and windows suddenly closing, and him seemingly forgetting something.
In reality, the latter wasn't strange at all. Most people would encounter something similar during their daily lives.
Pallez Zoroast's tone sank.
"'He' should've perished in Sefirah Castle."
Sefirah Castle? Leonard was shocked.
The venue of the gathering he had just attended was inside Sefirah Castle!
A war between gods has just erupted there? Amon actually infiltrated Sefirah Castle? Amidst Leonard's thoughts, his expression gradually turned solemn.
"Old Man, Mr. Fool was injured because of this and had no choice but to enter a state of slumber?"
"Is 'He' about to enter a state of slumber?" Pallez Zoroast asked in return.
"He" didn't seem to be too surprised about this.
Leonard tersely acknowledged.
"The reason 'He' summoned us today was because of this matter."
Pallez Zoroast fell silent for a few seconds before saying,
"'His' choice to enter a state of slumber is indeed related to the previous battle of gods and Amon's infiltration, but it's not because of injuries, but because of corruption."
"Corruption?" Leonard blurted out in surprise.
Even at Mr. Fool's level, irreversible corruption can still be encountered by "Him?"
Pallez Zoroast regained "His" previous poignant tone:
"Everything has godhood. By relying on godhood to become a powerhouse, one can never escape the shackles of godhood.
"On this point, it's the same for you and me. Likewise for The Fool. Heh, perhaps 'He' shouldn't be called 'The Fool' anymore. 'He' is equivalent to half a 'Lord of the Mysteries.'"
Lord of the Mysteries… Regarding the problem of the mental imprint in a Beyonder characteristic, Leonard indeed had a deeper understanding of it than demigods at his level. However, he still had several holes in the knowledge on this matter. Even though he had heard Old Man mention the term "Lord of the Mysteries," he didn't understand what it meant.
However, at present, he could confirm that Mr. Fool's level had transcended Sequence 0 according to Mr. Fool's words during the gathering, and what Old Man had just said, "His" strength was enough to kill a true god.
Leonard cleverly didn't probe further. He changed the topic in a deep voice:
"Old Man, why is Klein sleeping as well?
"Are you able to wake him up as soon as possible?"
Pallez Zoroast's tone was somewhat odd.
"How could an old and weak angel like me know about matters at the level of gods?
"As for the awakening, even The Fool has no better solution, much less me?"
Leonard remained silent for a moment. He picked up his coffee cup and took another sip.
After a while, he asked hesitantly, "Old Man, do you have any way of 'Stealing' the artistic flair of others?"
Pallez Zoroast scoffed.
"The definition of artistic flair is vague with no clear categorization. There's no way to 'Steal' it.
"However, if you change it to natural talent, there's a way."
"…Forget it." Leonard ultimately couldn't do anything about "Stealing" the natural talent of others to help him resolve his problem.
Pallez Zoroast added with a smile, "If you can't accept this method, then you can find a natural talent that you want of someone who's very poor. Make a deal with him and give him the money he wants to exchange for the corresponding natural talent."
"It's a little like a deal with the devil…" Leonard commented objectively.
Pallez Zoroast chuckled and said, "There's another simple solution. That is to spend money to hire naturally talented people to help you resolve the corresponding problems."
"…Old Man, why didn't you say so earlier?" Leonard instantly saw hope.
Pallez Zoroast scoffed.
"You didn't manage to think of something that simple?
"I thought you had eliminated this option before consulting me."
Leonard ignored Old Man's mockery. After some serious thought, he felt that this idea was indeed feasible.
However, he soon felt a little guilty and uneasy, as if he was avoiding his responsibility.
Regarding this matter, I still have to do something personally… Apart from inviting someone to write songs and poems, I have to write a little… With this in mind, Leonard suddenly stood up and walked to the door.
"Where are you going?" Pallez Zoroast asked in surprise.
Leonard frowned slightly as he said firmly, "I'm going to the nearby bookstore to buy some poem anthologies."
Ever since he advanced to Nightmare, he had given up the collection of poems he had bought in the past, making most of them nothing but decorations. When he became a Spirit Warlock, he began to collect poem anthologies that were suitable for some spirits to read, allowing him to chant the appropriate parts in a battle to create Beyonder effects that worked in concert with him.
Therefore, when he came to the Southern Continent, he didn't bring a single poem anthology book. He only remembered a few of those that he often used in the past.
I never expected that, after becoming a high-ranking deacon, I would need to read poem anthologies again… Leonard sighed inwardly as his steps became firmer.
Pallez Zoroast had never imagined that Leonard's next step would be to buy poem anthologies. After a while, "He" probed, "Is this an order from The Fool?"
"Yes, for promoting the corresponding legendary stories," Leonard answered simply as he opened the door and walked out.
Pallez Zoroast fell silent once again before saying, "Apart from writing poems, you have to pay more attention to the besiegement of the Rose School of Thought."
Leonard walked down the stairs and entered the streets. He looked at the pedestrians and nodded gently.
"Yes."
At that moment, as he walked towards the bookstore, he felt as though he had returned to Tingen, back to the time when he was still a Midnight Poet. At that time, he had also walked along the bustling streets, preparing to buy a copy of "Classical Poems Anthology of the Loen Kingdom" and "Selected Poems of Roselle."
…
Backlund, at the Harvest Church south of the Bridge.
After Emlyn White regained his senses, he found himself standing in front of a window.
The sun was already dim outside, and the flowers were flourishing.
His feelings towards Mr. Fool's slumber were slightly different from the other Tarot Club members.
Other than heaviness, poignancy, sadness, and confusion, there was also the confidence that things would end well.
Internally within the Sanguine, some of the Marquises and Earls were rather old. Even though they lived longer than most demigods at the same level, they were still in advanced stages of their lives. At this time, they often chose to sleep and use similar methods to extend their lifespans. The effects were pretty good.
Therefore, Emlyn had long been accustomed to matters regarding slumbers. He knew that it wasn't equivalent to passing away, nor was it equivalent to perishing. He believed that if the correct solution was found, Mr. Fool would have a high chance of waking up.
He looked out the window and muttered to himself, "Mr. Fool has entered a state of slumber, and the Ancestor's revelation is often interfered with. It's obvious that 'She' can't provide help frequently…"
After a brief silence, Emlyn sighed silently.
Indeed. In the end, I have to face it myself and bear it.
This is the destiny of the messiah.
At the mention of the word "messiah," Emlyn clearly smiled with a self-deprecating hint.
He then repeated inwardly, I can only rely on myself.
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, Father Utravsky's voice sounded behind Emlyn.
"Time to set off."
Emlyn turned his head and saw a huge sword on the back of the priest dressed in brown priest robes.
The sword's length exceeded Emlyn's height, and its width was close to his waist.
Together with Father Utravsky's hill-like body, the terrifying pressure felt corporeal.
As a Sanguine Earl, Emlyn recovered from his stifled feeling and nodded gently.
"Okay."
Today, they would head to the Southern Continent to participate in the besiegement of the Rose School of Thought.
Just as he replied, Emlyn suddenly recalled something and hurriedly said, "Wait for half a day."
He wanted to gather most of the Sanguine in Backlund to discuss the pharmaceutical company.
Bishop Utravsky didn't ask anything and nodded.
"Come find me when you're ready."
After watching Father Utravsky enter the depths of the cathedral, Emlyn turned his head to the Sanguine that were following him to the Southern Continent.
"Inform all the Sanguine in Backlund to come over. There's something we need to discuss."
"Yes, Lord Earl," the Sanguine replied respectfully.
After they split up, Emlyn turned his head to look at the altar and the Sacred Emblem of Life in front of the cathedral. It was a simply drawn infant that was surrounded by symbols like wheat, flowers, spring water, and other symbols.
This made Emlyn's thoughts suddenly turn adrift.
He had forgotten when he started spending less time in his bedroom, spending less time with his dolls. Even his hobby of studying history became more targeted and efficient.
This change didn't take form in an instant. Instead, it was slowly formed over time. It was something that made it difficult for others to notice. By the time Emlyn discovered it, he had already adapted to this new life.
Emlyn retracted his gaze, raised his chin slightly, and shook his head with a smile.
This is the destiny of the messiah…


With the rising tide of steam power and machinery, who can come close to being a Beyonder? Shrouded in the fog of history and darkness, who or what is the lurking evil that murmurs into our ears?

Waking up to be faced with a string of mysteries, Zhou Mingrui finds himself reincarnated as Klein Moretti in an alternate Victorian era world where he sees a world filled with machinery, cannons, dreadnoughts, airships, difference machines, as well as Potions, Divination, Hexes, Tarot Cards, Sealed Artifacts… 

The Light continues to shine but mystery has never gone far. Follow Klein as he finds himself entangled with the Churches of the world—both orthodox and unorthodox—while he slowly develops newfound powers thanks to the Beyonder potions.

Like the corresponding tarot card, The Fool, which is numbered 0—a number of unlimited potential—this is the legend of "The Fool."

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