Hello, Residents of Prizma City Welcome to the year 4020!

Prizma City is a metropolis that all races can live in peace. Extremely futuristic even our minds couldn't fathomed. Truly a place where peace, nature and technology unite as one.

However, not everything is what it seems. Two people from 2000 years in the past has appeared to make hell and uncover the truth.

Kaito and his yonger brother Tyoki, team up with a group of individuals that main goal is to take down the current government that they sure are hiding something that could potentially be dangerous.

Follow their trials and tribulations!

Notes: 
-This novel will be posted in it's own pace... but do not worry... It will be updated whenever a new chapter is finished.

-This novel is a solo project (by me)... however any help is greatly appreciated. Who knows... maybe it might influence the story.

It had been two days since I called Daisy. She had still not called with the information; it was a bit unsettling. 
I also didn't have much to do. I cleaned the house, looked at some of the family pictures from when I was young- which were a very few- played games on odd social networking sites and kept myself from thinking about the black files on my table that I had already read,. It was like they were screaming at me to look at them again.
My mind wandered to too many places. The only thing that could keep it off from the horrid thoughts was my morbid curiosity about Jasper, the person I had to find. So I opened my computer and searched.
Most agents had names that were of significance to them; it was usually what defined them or something they liked. Of course, I was hoping that the person would have significance to the name he gave himself. My father's name had been Tango. . . his favorite dance style, even though he had never been a good dancer. Jasper could be anything. . . What did the name mean?
[In English, the name Jasper can derive either from the Persian name Caspar, meaning 'treasurer,' or the Persian word 'yashp,' meaning 'spotted stone.' It is the name of a semi-precious form of quartz.
Famous Jaspers include Jasper Tudor, uncle to the English King Henry VII, novelist Jasper Fforde and fashion designer, Jasper Conran.
It was the 51st most popular name in Belgium in 2006.]
Then in another tab,
[Jasper, a form of chalcedony, is an opaque, impure variety of silica, usually red, yellow, brown or green in color and, rarely, blue. This mineral breaks with a smooth surface and is used for ornamentation or as a gemstone. It can be highly polished and is used for vases, seals, and at one time, for snuff boxes. When the colors are in stripes or bands, it is called striped or banded jasper. Jasper is basically chert, which owes its red color to iron three inclusive.
The twenty percent of foreign materials determine its color, streak, and appearance.
The Jasper is, along with heliotrope also known as bloodstone, one of the traditional birthstones for March.
In physical therapy, Jasper is used to heal mental stress. It is said to aid in grounding, to give protection, and to help align all the chakras and balance yin-yang energies.]
I hunted for a pad and pen of paper and then scribbled down the newfound information in it. I thought for a second and then dismissed the idea.
I opened a few sites about authenticity and composition, but the most striking thing that came was that Jasper stones were polished to make aristocratic vases sometimes.
Yeah, not very interesting.
I shut the laptop down and stared at the notepad.
I was staring at things an awful lot these days.
I didn't know why I was doing this, myself. I needed time to think through my game plan with Anthony and here I was thinking about this Jasper who may or may not have any significance to his real name or character.
I was probably wasting my time and energy. So I kept everything aside and dragged myself to the bed. I covered myself up with a sheet and then closed my eyes to find some sleep.
Luck was not on my side, apparently. My phone started ringing, and I startled awake. I found it tucked underneath my backside.
'Awkward.'
I picked it up and looked at the number.
Nope. Don't know it.
I picked it up and answered cautiously.
"We need you tomorrow morning, at five." FIVE! "Don't be late." And then I heard the dial tone.
'That bastard, Anthony!'
I smiled to myself in satisfaction. I was going to begin my dream job. I closed my eyes again, the smile still on my face.
Ready or not . . . Here I come.
It was almost four in the morning when I peeped out from under my sheets and looked at the digital clock on my nightstand. My eyes were still heavy with sleep. I'd gotten very little sleep the night before. With the excitement of starting my mission mixed with my obsessive thoughts about the black files, sleep had not come easily to me.
It took me a while to get back to my senses and get ready to leave.
He didn't even tell me where to go! I thought for a moment and then checked my mobile to see who had called last. It was a private number. Damn.
The man was testing me. How the hell was I supposed to reach him by five in the morning if I didn't know where to go? I ran to my room and fired up my computer.
'Shit. Half an hour to go!'
I connected my cell phone to my computer and tried to find out the number.
No. It didn't come out. I racked my mind and tried again. This time I tried to re-dial the number.
'Bingo!'
I pressed the okay button and pulled the phone to my ears.
"Good morning, Mia. How are you doing this fine morning?" I could hear the amusement in his voice. 
He wasn't impressed. It took me too long to get back to him. He probably had expected me to call him back last night, like the asshole he is. He was testing my limits and my emotions were incapacitating me, rendering me incompetent. He was good. He was probably trying to break my will.
Does he suspect something? Maybe.
'I need to find out.'
"You never mentioned where I was supposed to reach," I said in a clipped tone. He chuckled lightly and then sighed.
"You're late." Fuck. "Get to the mansion in ten minutes. I'll be waiting for you there." He hung up.
He sure loved to be rude to people. Every phone call I had heard him take had been the same. 
'Doesn't he want to increase his empire or hold onto it? If he behaves like this with everyone, they would all turn against him and probably kill him one day!'
I didn't think I would ever understand the man. He was a mystery, a mystery I had to unravel in front of the world.
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Mia Vincent only wanted one thing: Kill Anthony Murray. Kill the person who murdered her parents. Only his death would satisfy her thirst for his blood.

When she was assigned the task of infiltrating his gang, she agreed willingly and started plotting the ways to destroy him. Yet she failed... miserably at that. How could she fall in love with a man who caused her so much pain? So. she ran... as fast as the wind, hoping to never see him again.

When Anthony met Mia, he fell in love with her feisty attitude and thirst for adventure. He loved her with every fibre of his being. Yet in his world, loving someone was a risk, a danger to his empire. So, he chose to hurt her... made her stay far away from him. However, he soon realized how important her existence was. He couldn't live without her.

Betrayals. Mobs. Guns. Violence. Will Anthony and Mia survive the wild ride?
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"Are you going to shoot me, baby?"
"Don't tempt me.
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December 2, 20XX (Monday)

Various Places

It was around 6 pm, in New York. Kristy Evans was lying on the sofa watching a show, while she was lazing around there was servants walking in and out of the kitchen to prepare dinner for her. Kristy Evans had a dark black hair, which resembled that of her mother's.

Her father had a light brown hair, Kristy is the young miss of the Evans. The Evans is a mysterious and powerful name in the whole of the European region. Everyone fear the name of the mysterious Louis Evans, he held the utmost power.

Being the daughter of someone like Louis Evans, it was the dream of many. Having the name of Evans, Kristy got to live a life of bliss. But the thing she lacks was a fatherly love, she had all she wanted. But the only thing she could not get was her father's love.

"Is daddy back yet?" Kristy Evans who was done with her show looked up and stared at a servant before popping out a question. She had on an innocent yet intimidating look, making the servant wary of her.

"Master would be arriving soon." One of the servant hurriedly answered before rushing back to work. Kristy got excited hearing that, she had not seen Louis Evans for ages. The times when Kristy sees him can be counted by her fingers.

Louis Evans seldom came back home, in fact there wasn't a home for the Evan's. There is a main mansion located in the united states but nobody except he himself can enter the mansion. Kristy Evans and her mother can never enter the mansion.

Hence, Both the mother and daughter pair would always be in different part of the countries. Kristy had been staying in Country H, as she was studying there. She would often go and find her mother who was hard to find. Within a year, Kristy had only met her mother five times a year.

Hearing the mysterious Louis Evans was going to comeback made Kristy wait in anticipation, she knew that there was something that is important for her father to appear. But she could not be bother about that, her only thought was to get on her father's good side. Hoping that she could get into the Evans Group and work for him.

Kristy hurriedly ran up to her room and got dressed up nicely, looking confident and smart.
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In City H,

At Pent Heights, Song Yu had retired to her apartment after signing the contract with Shen Wen. She was in her study busy typing strings of keys on keyboard. She was typing in a lightning speed without leaving her eyes from the screen.

There was piles of documents on her desk, papers were strewn everywhere. Song Yu had a pen in between her finger, while typing. While typing she would write some numbers and words on her notepad, she would leave the screen for a second to write before going back to typing away.

She was not the only one in the room, Qiao Lin was sitting on the couch in front of Song Yu's desk. She had on a bored look, she wanted Song Yu to accompany her to play. She did not imagine that Song Yu would not even bother to entertain her.

"The coordinates up, I will sent you the location after." Song Yu had on a bluetooth earpiece while she was typing away, she informed the person in the other line.

"Have the Dark Knights found anything yet?" Zachary who was on the other line asked.

"No" Song Yu continued to type, while replying to Zachary. 'Thud...Thud...Thud...' there was a few knocks on Song Yu's study room. "President Song, it is time for the next meeting with the Digital Tech." Tang Ai stood outside the door, while reminding Song Yu.

Song Yu nodded without saying anything, "Are you busy?" Zachary asked, after hearing what Tang Ai said.

"Don't worry, I am fine." Song Yu replied before she stopped typing. She stretched her hands and neck to relieve the stiffness for sitting for a long time.

Hearing what she said, Zachary became relieved. "I got to go, talk to you later." Song Yu said before hanging up.

As Song Yu had to fly to Country A after, she needed to rush her itinerary so that she would not delay her schedule. Before she left the room, she looked at the sad and lonely Qiao Lin sitting on the couch reading through the magazines.

"Lin, do you want to join me?" Song Yu asked the bored out Qiao Lin.

Before Song Yu could even react, Qiao Lin who was quietly looking through her document got excited and hurriedly jumped out of her sit and got beside Song Yu. "Really?....can I join?" She asked not sure whether she could join such a confidential meeting.

"Its fine" Song Yu assured Qiao Lin before leaving her study with Qiao Lin in towed.
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In London, Emperor Corp main headquarters.

"The deals done, just that there is a little troublesome matters that are disrupting us from achieving the goal." Han Ye stood at the floor to ceiling window, as he speak in a troubled tone.

Gu Chen who was beside Han Ye, did not have much of an expression. He remained unfazed, as he already knew what was the obstacles. He himself did not know what to do about it, as it is connected to him in a sense.

Gu Chen had been testing out a new game he had created, the game was almost near to perfection. He was sure that once the game is out, it would be a big hit and Emperor Corp and Gu Corp would raised to a greater heights.

As Gu Chen had link Emperor Corp to Gu Corp, what benefits the other would benefits the other. Qiao Feng had went and made a lot of dues with different companies, one of it was the Feng Corp. The thing that was obstructing them from achieving what they want was Z.D.Y Corp.

As they had gotten some information about Z.D.Y Corp going to established a new gaming mall or so. Which would greatly clashed into the new launch for the new game, this would greatly damage their profitability.

"Contact the president of Z.D.Y Corp, and arrange a meeting. I'll handle the rest.." Gu Chen replied before going back to his desk and started doing his work.

Song Yu you would and will become my woman whether you like it or not. I will treat you like the one and only in my heart, love you, shower you with love and give you anything you wish for. Nothing in this world can stop me from loving you yu er.

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Song Yu a once cheerful girl became a ruthless woman after a fateful night. Song Yu became cold towards love, family and friends besides her best friend Qiao Lin. She change herself for the better and train herself to not feel anything for anyone and revenge for those who had betray her.

Gu Chen a ruthless and the richest business man of Country Z, who rules over the business world or even more have never fallen in love with any woman before. Until, fate starts to play its part. Gu Chen met Song Yu and fell in love with her. 

Will Gu Chen break the walls that Song Yu had build up to protect herself from people who would betray and harm her? or will Gu Chen fail to let her fall in love with him?

What will their story be? Sad? Happy?  

Read and you will find out.
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Note this is a original story by me ZDY_ without translation.

Update schedule 2/3 chapters per 2 days or 3 days

"My son?" Gabriel looks at the former prince of the higher realm with hesitation. Mirai and Pebby step away, keeping some distance from the former prince. Raye frowns, clenching his teeth. After Aeline's death and before Ari's death, this man had done many atrocious deeds against the cursed children. Other people might not care, but they can't live as if nothing happened. 
"Yes." Aren senses resentment coming from Raye and others. They are avoiding his gaze. It's not like he can't understand why. In his way, he's trying to make up for his crimes. He glances at the invisible figure in his arm. "We can't hear him. Maybe he can write something down for us."
Ai stays still in his arms. The spirits had taught him how to read and write before he became the way he is now. His father's keep focusing on the wrong spot. His face is here -- not there. He can't tell them that. 
"Here." Pebby gives a small notepad and a pen to Aren. "Maybe he can use this."
Kresi has been studying Aren curiously. It's the same boy whom she challenged a long time ago. She died before he could find her. Aren Starfire is different from how she imagined him to be. Though he has the same vivid green eyes and vermillion hair, he doesn't have the cruelty that his mother had. His smile is easy and relaxing. There is no hidden agenda in his eyes. His skin is tanner than the nobles of the higher realm. His face is symmetrical; there's a hint of a moustache. He has a high nose; and beautiful phoenix eyes. 
He's so different. It's hard to believe that he was a prince once.
"Ai, if you can hear me, can you communicate with us using the notepad and pen." Aren takes the notepad and pen from Pebby. When he takes it toward Ai, the pen and paper are taken by the invisible child. Raye watches the pen scribbling something on the paper with bewilderment. 
Aren glances at the paper and smiles. "He's saying that he's happy to meet us all."
Overwhelmed with emotions, Gabriel reaches for the boy's face, touching his mouth accidentally. A pair of small hands grab his hand and place them on what feels like a child's cheek. His eyes become wet when he tries to imagine what his son looked like, bursting into sobs. "I am sorry, my son."
Kresi looks down, sighing. It's her fault. Within fifteen days, she will do everything to help the Renasir. 
"Oh, where did they go?" Pebby inquires. The Dark God and the Renasir are gone. 
Ai turns his head, looking at the spot where Ari was standing a while ago. Did that bad god take away his pretty sister when he was distracted? Tensed, he squirms to get out Aren's arms. Aren holds him tighter to his chest. "Little Brother, don't leave like this. Lady will come back soon. She told me that she wanted us to spend some time together."
Ai raises his chin and looks at his elder brother, furrowing his little brows, clearly suspicious of Aren's words. 
"I am telling the truth." Aren beams at him. "She might get mad at you if you misbehave. Lady is really strict."
The little child turns the page of the notepad and smacks Aren's chest with it. Aren reads the content loudly. "When will she come back?"
How would Aren know? Ari was definitely taken away by the Dark God. Although he's sure that she would return, he has no idea when she will come back. "After some time."
Ai grimaces at him. Surely, things are not as they seem. 
"Ai." Kresi steps closer to Aren and Ai. "Your brother, father, and I am also here. We met you today for the first time. We want to know more about you. If you spend some time with us, I am sure that it would make her happy."
The child curls his fingers, peering at Kresi quietly. After a tense minute, he writes something on the paper. 
"I will wait for her." Aren smiles after reading the words. "Ai, I am going to make you something delicious that our mother used to make."
Gabriel blinks his eyes when he hears that. Aeline also had a good side. Maybe only her son had seen that side of her. "Come to my place."
Mirai, Pebby, Raye, and Kresi walk behind Gabriel and Aren. Ai keeps turning his head. His eyes search for Ari. The only thing that is keeping him from looking for Ari is that she might get angry if he doesn't listen to her. He knows that she got mad at the bad god because of him. He won't make the same mistake as that bad good.
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As soon as they manifest in their bedroom, Adira pushes her down on the bed. He grasps her jaw and presses his lips against hers, penetrating her mouth with his tongue. His large hands wander to her bosoms, kneading them with a little resentment. She grabs his shoulders, curling her toes as he pokes, teases, and plays with her tongue until her face becomes red. Adira raises his head, taking a long glance at her face. Her dark eyes are dazed. She pants for air, watching him with a hint of lust and anger. 
"Don't kiss anyone else again," Adira tells her with a low commanding voice. 
"What about our children?" She raises her brows, narrowing her eyes. "Are you still going to act like an idiot when we have children?"
"You can't kiss anyone else," He tells her, "I will kiss our children for you."
"You are…" She has no words for him. Idiot? Fool? Someone who needs a hard smack on his head? "Don't be like this."
"Are you okay if I kiss other people?" Adira's eyes become soft. "I understand that I have to share you with other people you care about, but I want to be one who has the largest space in your heart."
Ari sighs. Though she understands him, she also wants to beat him up. "You are already the one I love the most."
"More than that nameless child?" Adira looks at her with expectation. "Right?"
"Yes, yes." Ari slaps his cheek lightly, blushing a little. Comparing himself to a kid… So childish!
 "You like children so much," Admiral mumbles with a deep frown. "I should give you a child before we get married."
"Wait." Ari's protests are stopped by Adira's kiss. In an instant, she is suddenly naked with him on the bed. His long fingers part her soft folds and rub her clit. She doesn't know why his touches make her go crazy like this. He knows exactly where to touch and how to make her body ache for him. 
He nibbles her ear, trailing down to her breast, taking her erect pink nipple in his mouth. Still jealous, he bites it lightly to punish her, hearing her gasp. Ari grabs his hair hard, clutching him closer with her arms. He flicks her nipple hard as his two long fingers move in and out of her wetness. He stops and pressed his fingers against her slippery wall, squeezing her other breast. 
Her body is growing hot, flames flowing through her vessels. She wants him. A lot. She raises her chin, opening her mouth wide, reaching the climax as waves of pleasure wash over her. 
He stops suddenly and looks at her. "Are you going to break up with me again?"
"???" She gawks at him. 
Is that important right now?


(Completed) Explore the story of a reborn woman who unleashes the Dark God and hilariously tries to tame him into her younger brother. 

A modern woman is transmigrated to a young girl's body in the world of magic. Due to the circumstances going out of her control, she releases the dark god who is only 11 years old boy with no memory?

To keep herself alive, she has decided to make him love her as his older sister. With a spirit beast who likes to eat his problems and a seer who seeks her spirit beast, she traverses through realms while the dark god wonders how to get his heart back.


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Author's Note: It is not easy to tame a god. The story is supposed to be an easy read. Throw away logic while reading this.

Genre: Fantasy/Adventure/Romance/Comedy/NSFW/R+/Mature

Cover credit: Photo by Eric Han on Unsplash

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Lin Qiao felt that the young female zombie who was holding her while crying loudly had actually been shaking slightly. 
She sighed, and gently patted her on her shoulder. 
Lin Qiao could imagine how scared she must be when she woke up to find that she had become a cold-blooded zombie, and so had her family. Her family didn't remember her anymore, and no one was there to care for her or look after her. The human beings she met launched lethal attacks on her, so she could only hide. She lived alone in the post-apocalyptic world. All of this might be easier to accept if she were an adult, but she was just a young girl. She might have even been a spoiled little princess who was dependent on her families. To such people, living alone was the most terrifying thing in the world, not to mention the fact that she was still underage when she became a zombie. 
Lin Qiao couldn't move as the young female zombie was holding her so tight. She heard the zombie crying loudly next to her ear, but couldn't see if she was shedding tears. 
She wondered if zombies could shed tears. 
Lin Qiao waited for a while, then felt a little speechless. The young female zombie had cried for a rather long while, but wasn't showing any sign of stopping yet. After telling Lin Qiao her family background, she began talking about how she got through the last five years…
She tried to seek help from some human beings, but they attacked her at the very sight of her. Even though she didn't plan to fight back, those human beings never gave her a chance of starting a communication. She tried a few times, but the results were the same. As those superpowered human beings grew stronger and stronger, they soon became threatening to her. Therefore, she gave up on trying to communicate with human beings after that. However, she didn't like to talk to zombies, because she felt that they were monsters. 
Besides, zombies only had instincts, without any humanity; including the high-leveled intelligent ones and the superpowered ones. The young female zombie who was used to living in the human society felt that higher level zombies were even more monster-like than the ordinary ones. 
She couldn't bear to eat human flesh, dig out human brains, and chew human hearts like the other zombies were doing. So, she hunted animals to feed herself. She forced herself to eat those hunted animals even though they tasted awful, because she had a feeling that she would die if she didn't eat any meat, even though she was a zombie. Even though she had become a half-human and half-zombie creature, she still wanted to live. The reason was simple, that she was afraid!
She cried for three whole minutes, then finally let go of Lin Qiao and stepped back. 
After that, Lin Qiao looked at her face and found that her face was completely dry without any tears. However, her eyes had changed quite a lot. Those eyes were merely shining with a faint red light before, but now, that red light was shining so brightly that they even looked like a pair of red bulbs! Fortunately, it was broad daylight, so her eyes weren't so scary. Lin Qiao couldn't imagine how dazzling her eyes would be if it were dark now. 
Seeing that the young female zombie had calmed back down, Lin Qiao took out the notepad and the pen and started writing again. However, before she finished writing, the young female zombie uttered another scream with her shrill voice.
'I'll follow you! Where're you going? Wherever you go, I'll go with you!' She said. 
Lin Qiao stopped writing, then raised her head to look at the young female zombie with surprise. Next, she showed her the note in her hand. 
'What's your name?' 
Lin Qiao had listened to her crying for three minutes, but she hadn't told her the latter's name. 
The young female zombie mumbled to respond—'Lili... My name is Qiu Lili. I was nearly sixteen before I became a zombie. Why don't you talk? Why do you write on the paper? Doesn't writing make you tired?'
Lin Qiao felt that this zombie named Qiu Lili was like a curious baby. 
The red light in her eyes had faded, and by now, those eyes were filled with curiosity. Looking at Qiu Lili, Lin Qiao felt like facing a three-year-old baby.
Before she finished thinking, Qiu Lili began roaring to ask her more questions.
"Roar, roar, roar?" 
'I was trying to control you and the zombie beside you, but I found that I can only control her, while you made no response to my power at all! You're so strange! And, do you have a space? Just now, you disappeared, and so did your friend!' She asked. 
Lin Qiao shook her head, then nodded and wrote on the paper—'My name is Lin Qiao. I don't like using my voice because I feel it's strange! I didn't feel anything just now. And, I do have a space.'
"Roar, roar, roar…"
'But, talking like this is more convenient! Where're you heading to?' Asked Qiu Lili. 
Lin Qiao ripped off the first page of the notepad, then threw it into her space, because it was covered with her handwriting. She wouldn't throw the paper with her handwriting in random places, because she didn't want anyone to discover them. So, she had been throwing the used paper into her space. 
After that, she wrote down two words on a new page—'The South'.
"Roar, roar!" 
'I'm going with you! I'll go with you! I don't want to be alone anymore…' said Qiu Lili. 
Seeing the begging look in Qiu Lili's eyes, Lin Qiao felt that the former wouldn't accept 'no' as an answer. She estimated that Qiu Lili would follow her no matter how, as she had sensed that this young female zombie was thinking exactly this way!
She also wanted to know why Qiu Lili had blocked her way in this place, and if she often did the same thing here. 
So, she wrote on the paper—'How did you know we were passing through here? Why did you control so many zombies to block our way? Did you do this frequently?'
"Roar, roar…" Qiu Lili gave a few howls. However, as Lin Qiao had been writing the whole time, she suddenly felt quite strange to roar like that. 
After all, before meeting Lin Qiao, she would only roar at the other zombies to deliver simple messages, such as 'come here', 'get over', 'that side' or 'this side', which contained merely one or two words. But now, she needed to roar out long sentences to Lin Qiao. She was a little used to communicating with other creatures by roaring, but now, that made her feel a little weird. In fact, she felt very weird about that.
Therefore, she stopped roaring without finishing it, then thought for a moment and abruptly pointed at the pen and notepad in Lin Qiao's hands. 
Lin Qiao handed her the pen and notepad. She took over the two objects, then began writing awkwardly. 
She held the pen with one hand, the notepad with the other, and wrote with a strange gesture. Lin Qiao waited a while for her to finish writing and show her what she wrote. 
'I sensed that you were approaching, so I sent the zombie crowd to stop you. I'll stop all the zombies coming from other places and drive them away. If you were human beings, I wouldn't block your way. The whole town is my territory.'
She stopped Lin Qiao because she thought that the latter was a zombie from another place, and didn't want her to enter her territory. 
Lin Qiao now recalled that most of the high-level zombies had their own territories. Qiu Lili liked this town, so she guarded it to drive away all the zombies from other places. She wouldn't do the same to human beings, maybe because she knew that human survivors had their own bases and wouldn't linger in her territory for long. 
For that reason, she didn't need to stop the human beings who passed through this area and expose herself. Apart from this, Lin Qiao felt that she had an indescribable fear toward human beings. 
'A zombie is afraid of human beings?' Lin Qiao wondered without knowing what to say. 
She decided to let Qiu Lili follow her since she insisted. Qiu Lili could serve as a guide, as she might know about the location of the bases in the South. 
From Lu Tianyu's memories, Lin Qiao had learned that two bases were in the South, but didn't know about their specific locations.


Lin Qiao remembers nothing from the past five years since the post-apocalyptic era began. She wakes up only to find herself having become a newborn, superpowered zombie, in a body that used to belong to an evil and notorious woman!

Having kidnapped a girl and raped her father, the previous host met her demise at the very hands of the conspiracies she courted all her life, leaving Lin Qiao no choice but to deal with the consequences while trying to figure out her own past and the fate of her loved ones. 

As for the little girl’s father, can’t he just have a decent fight? He’s a human being, but why is he biting a zombie? She’s the zombie! She’s the one who’s supposed to bite! 

"stand above the clouds" is what she uses to say now she wouldn't ever say that again, even after what she's done I still don't feel any resentment twords her, my best friend Ashley Smith rest in peace. I place the flowers down on her gave as I walk away. it's been there years and I still can't believe their all gone. "excuse me miss" I turn my head to see a reporter with a pen notepad, "yes" the woman looks at me apprehensively "your miss Alice rabic, right" I just nod in response "I would like to talk abo-" I cut her off as turn away "I'm sure you know my awnser, no" I start to walk away when she captures my attention with what she says next. "I think what happened to your friend is happening again" the turn back to her wide-eyed "what" she nods as she explains "yes, a  junior Alic ev whom I believe made a similar contact as Ashlee did, now shall we go somewhere else I didn't bring my umbrella"


we walk to a local Cafe, sitting down we order something. sipping my coffee u advert my eyes from hers "so miss rabic your wondering how I know about angel contracts well let's say I have a Keen eye for these things" she leans in close then goes back into her seat laughing. she stops laughing "plus your necklace is glowing" I look down at my necklace glowing faintly through my clothes "hey, no judgments here I'm a contractor too" she pulls out a silver chain with a bullet attached "charity, one of it's powers is that I know the latest information to help complete a promise, also you should empty it soon won't want to be burns and I don't get tired so it's cool" I just stare at her as he puts the chain back into her pocket " now, lest drop that topic and go back to the one on hand, your friend Ashlee Smith how did she kill a whole town of people" she takes out her pen and notepad from earlier"oh, um okay we've been friends since childhood, and uh um" she gives me a look if  impatience " it started when we were in our final year of high school"

in a broken world full of nothingness well found seven people whose live where sent to ruin by an angle's sin.

He did not want to attract unwanted attention .  The gazes that fell on him were uncomfortable, and he did not want to reveal his strange phenomenon to others .  What was the saying? "Let sleeping dogs lie . "?

He wanted to increase his attributes away from prying eyes .


 
'I don't think there are any issues with leaving now . '

Thankfully, all the tests they ran came up positive; there was nothing wrong with his health .  He was able to discharge whenever he wanted . Rather, both the Association and the hospital appeared to want him to leave… They probably felt that it was a waste to spend all that money taking care of a mere E-rank Hunter .  Compared to the S-rank Hunters who received a small portion of a country's budget if they required healing, Jinwoo lived in another world .


 
As such, he felt that it was about time he left the hospital .

There was also something he wanted to check out .

"Where did I put it…"

Searching his pockets, Jinwoo took something out .

It was a golden key .

Due to its simple design, the key almost appeared to be decorational .

After looking at it for some time, Jinwoo put the key back in his pockets .

As he was in the middle of the discharge procedures, he saw a young nurse running to him in a hurry .


 
"Pant . . . pant . . . ! Sung Jinwoo-ssi, are you leaving right now?"

"Huh? Oh, yes . "

It was his assigned nurse, Choi Yura .  She looked to be sad at the news of his discharge .  Not understanding her expression, Jinwoo became confused .  He wondered if something had happened, but could not place his fingers on what .  After fidgeting, she held out a small notepad .

"Could I have your contact information?"

"My contact information?"

"Yes… if it's okay with you…"

Did she want to send some test results later?  Not thinking too much about it, Jinwoo took her notepad .  Then he realized all she had given him was the notepad .


 
As he blatantly stared at her, Yura blushed .

"What, what is it?"

"Er… I don't have a pen . "

"Oh, oh! Sorry, one second . "

She must've forgotten in her hurry .  She quickly turned to leave .

'Oh, wait .  If it's a pen…'

In a blink of an eye, he was suddenly holding a pen in his hand .  As if responding to his thoughts, the pen had automatically appeared from his inventory .  It seemed that he was able to freely store and retrieve the items from his inventory just by thinking about it .  It was a rather convenient function of the inventory . Confirming what was in his hand, Jinwoo stopped Yura,


 
"Oh wait, it looks like I had one in my pockets . "

"Oh? Phew, that's good . "

Yura clutched her chest and sighed in relief .  Jinwoo smiled as he wrote his phone number on the notepad .  This was not the first time something like this had happened .  The items that came out of the Random Box often found a way to be useful, in one way or another .  The day after he received a raincoat, it rained . The day before his water cooler ran out of cups, a cup had appeared .  Although he did receive few unneeded items like the bandages, most had found their use .

"Here you go . "

Yura received the notepad with a happy expression, then bowed her head .

"Then I'll be in your care . "


 
"Hmm? Ah, yes . Me as well . "

Turning around, Yura quickly disappeared around the corner .  As he watched her shuffle away, Jinwoo tilted his head .

'Be in my care? Huh?'

She seemed like a cute nurse with good manners .

With that in mind, Jinwoo left the hospital with a spring in his steps .

The first place he went to was the Hunter Association building located in the Guro district of Seoul .  As he had lost his phone in the Double Dungeon, he needed a replacement . A Hunter's phone used special mechanisms and could only be obtained directly from the Association .

The Association staff told Jinwoo after looking at his monitor,

"It looks like Hunter-nim's phone will be available in about 2 weeks . "


 
"Really? That long?"

Jinwoo exclaimed in surprise .  His old phone was smashed to pieces when he was running from the Statue of God, and now they were telling him it would be 2 weeks before he could get a new one .

"If you have an urgent need for one, we can lend you a temporary phone .  The rental fee is 50 thousand won . "

50 thousand won… Just the rental fee was that high .  At his current status, it was too expensive .

'Well, it's not like anyone's going to call me . '

If they could not contact him through his phone, the Association would call him at home .  So there wasn't a need for him to use money on a rental .

Jinwoo shook his head,


 
"I'll just wait . "

"Understood .  When your new device is ready, we'll send it directly to your home . "

"Thank you . "

He stood up .  His errands were now over .  He had already finished the daily quest, and the process of requesting a new phone at the Association was over as well .  As he exited the building, he took out the golden key again .

'Is it time for this thing?'

The key's information was outlined in green letters on the floating screen .


 
Dungeon Key Rarity: E-rank   Type: Key   Key to access an Instant Dungeon .   Usable in Hapjeong Subway Station #3 .

It was one of the rewards from a Random Box .  At first, he was confused at the appearance a key, but looking at the first instance of a "rarity" on an item, he knew it was not something ordinary .  It was one of the main reasons he had decided to leave the hospital .

'A key to access an Instant Dungeon…'

Even if it was called "Instant", a Dungeon was a Dungeon .  It was a word that brought back a lot of painful memories . Once, he had participated in an E-rank raid but received a big injury and had to be hospitalized for a week .

'At least at that time, no one else got hurt in the party…'

However, if he entered a Dungeon with this key, it would have to be completely alone .

Jinwoo made the decision after thinking for some time .


 
'I could just check it out and leave . '

There was always the option of running away .  Diligently running 10km everyday, Jinwoo was confident in his ability to run away .

That confidence was a mistake .

slam, slam!

"This is… a wall?"

He pounded on the invisible barrier and tried to scream towards the outside, but there was no response .  The people outside walked by, taking no notice of him . Occasionally, someone would walk down the stairs into the subway station, but the moment they reached the invisible wall, they disappeared .  Compared to the outside, it seemed like this place was in a separate dimension .

As Jinwoo used all his strength to try and force his way out, he received another message .

ring~


 
You cannot exit the Dungeon .   Please defeat the boss or use a "return stone"

It was the same message he received when he first tried to leave .

The dungeon key that he was holding disappeared the moment he took a step into the Subway Station #3 .  When he panicked and turned around to leave, an invisible barrier was already blocking his way .

He had initially expected to find a Gate or a secret entrance somewhere in the station, but his expectations were off the mark .  And worse, contrary to a normal Dungeon, it was impossible for him to leave .

"Contrary to a normal Dungeon…"

With a heavy sigh, he turned around .


 
The station had transformed, combining its natural interior with elements of a jungle .  The walls were covered in vines, and the smell of rotting corpse stabbed at Jinwoo's nose .  From a distance, he even heard something resembling an animal's cry .

" . . . "

Instead of finding an entrance somewhere in Hapjeong Subway Station, the entire station had become the Dungeon .

Jinwoo retrieved the steel sword from his inventory .

ring~

Kim Sangshik's Steel Sword Attack Power +10

If retreat wasn't an option, the only way was forward .


 
Jinwoo gulped as he slowly descended the stairs into the station .  He held his breath and looked around, but did not sense anything . Yet he could not relax; carelessness was not allowed .  Even among the lower level magic beasts, there were ones that could hide their presence . Rather, it was because they were lower level that they had to hide their presence and attempt an ambush .

He passed by a bathroom and came upon an underground shopping center .  The various storefronts were in a state of deterioration . With no humans in sight, the dimly lit area was reminiscent of an apocalyptic movie .  A hair-raising chill washed over Jinwoo .

flicker- flicker-

As if on their last legs, several of the ceiling lights flickered on and off .

Walking on weeds that grew out from broken tiles, Jinwoo looked around anxiously .

" . . . "

His surroundings were empty, but he felt something looking at him .


 
'And this smell . '

A strong stench of a rotting corpse was coming from somewhere .  Having entered many Dungeons before, it was a familiar smell to Jinwoo .

'It's a beast type magic beast'

However, he could not pinpoint its location .  It was almost as if was waiting to ambush a prey .

'So you're gonna hide and wait for an opportunity, eh?'

Then he'll give it an opportunity .

Jinwoo turned around and showed his back on purpose, then slowly walked in the direction he came from .  Predators tended to attack a prey's exposed back; the beast type magic beasts were no different .

It was after he took his third step,


 
shatter!

The windows of a clothing storefront broke apart as something leaped through it from inside .  The moment it landed on the floor, it immediately jumped again towards the back of Jinwoo's neck .

Roar!

Having already anticipated the attack, Jinwoo responded to the creature's roar by swinging his sword as he turned around .  It was an impressive reflex!

slash-!

The sharp sword caught the chin of the attacking beast as it swung through the air .  Falling away, the beast shrieked as it rolled on the ground .

whimper- whimper-

It was a large wolf with red furs .  Having lost its entire snout, the wolf tossed and turned on the ground in pain .  When Jinwoo looked closer, he was able to see a name above the beast's head, similar to the centipedes from the Penalty Zone .


 
'Steel-teeth Lycan' 

However, unlike the centipedes whose name was in red, his current enemy's name was in white .

'No time to think about it!'

With the beast writhing on the ground in pain, the opportunity to finish it was now .  Jinwoo ran across the distance between the two . He brought down his sword as he reached the beast .  Its head was cleanly separated from its body .

whimper-!

The Lycan let out a death rattle as it passed .

You've defeated the Steel-teeth Lycan .

"Good!"


 
But he did not have time to celebrate .  From the broken window, two more Lycans that were hiding in the darkness came out .

'Ah, it had friends . '

Jinwoo's eyes widened,

Roar!

Baring their scary fangs, the two beasts closed the gap toward Jinwoo in an instant .  Jinwoo furrowed his brows . In his excitement to slay the first Lycan, he had brought down his sword with too much force, and now the sword was stuck in the ground .

'It's stuck!'

While he was struggling to pull out the sword, one of the Lycans pounced towards his face .

"Whoa!"

He quickly lowered his head to evade .  The Lycan that missed his head could not control its speed and crashed into the ground .

crack!


 
The ground where its fangs struck cracked .

'Guess "Steel-teeth" isn't just a name'

But there was no time to be impressed, the other Lycan was now coming at him .  The sword did not appear to be coming out anytime soon .

"Shit!"

Having no choice, he abandoned the sword and swung his fist at the Lycan in midair .

woosh!


 
Making noise like the wind, his fist flew through the air .

smash!

Upon impact, the Lycan's head exploded .  The headless body of the Lycan struck the ceiling then fell to the ground .

slam!

" . . . ?"

Jinwoo looked at his fist in surprise .


 
Its destructive power was not something he had expected .

The time read at eight in the evening.

Inside Room 24,457, everybody gathered around the living room to discuss about what had happened at the casino. Never had they been so furious and frightened in their entire life. Trusting the killer's words from now on would be a difficult choice to make considering the fact about how he or she had lied to them in the previous game. True, they found a red box on top of a poker table, but only two room keys were inside. How did they get caught up in such a bloody mess?

On the floor, Kacey was sitting near the coffee table with a box of tissue on top; a mountain of crumpled sheets were scattered around. Her eyes were red from shedding endless tears after she had woken up. Judy's death remained hard to sink in but she did her best to put herself together. Although she was exempted from participating in their discussion due to her emotional state, she wanted to try and help them get the bottom of it. She pulled another sheet of tissue and played with it, tearing it into small strips like a confetti.

Meg was sitting on a couch beside Daren, drinking a hot cup of coffee with her legs pulled up against her chest. Her distant gaze and sunken eyes proved how she had gone through an emotional breakdown along with Kacey. She only agreed to stay in this five-star hotel so that she could have a relaxing vacation, not to stay just to be slaughtered and meet her death bed sooner than expected. With all this suddenly happening, it was too much to bear and it frustrated her. In spite of their stressing circumstance, the coffee seemed to be very effective at keeping her at bay.

At the corner, Yves had his back pressed against the wall with his arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed hard. His jaw was clenched very tightly that his gums could start bleeding from the amount of pressure applied. This grumpy behavior was due to his battle of thoughts and younger brother's scolding. He had been told off to learn to control his temper and that his anger management issues should have been completely resolved. They were already adults, after all. If he showed that kind of behavior in the next days, it might become a huge problem for them and the odds of trusting him could go lower. Klein had a good point.

"So what do we do now? Wait here until we all . . . you know." Jared broke the gloomy silence. Looking at their downcast faces made his heart heavier. He wanted to escape as much as they did, but they were trapped with no means of communication.

"There has got to be something that we could do." Daren weaved his fingers through his hair and released a sharp sigh. "Solve a puzzle or . . . anything! Take it from the twins and Meg. They saw an image of a dead woman on a slot machine. It matched Judy's cause of death."

"The killer loves to play games and leave clues." Maxine rubbed her chin before swishing a finger. "Maybe we just need to . . . recall the first game? We might be able to come up with a possible clue."

"That's a bright idea! Hang on, I'll go and fetch us a notepad so we can write it down." Faith quickly made her way to the kitchenette's counter. She grabbed a lengthwise notepad and a pen before returning to her seat, just beside Theo. "Okay! Gimme your ideas."

"I've been thinking of the time when we were separated in the first game," Meg pitched in, and they all focused on her. "Surely there is something weird about our floor numbers."

"Oh, throw me your digits!" Faith tucked her hair behind her ears before clicking the pen's button. "I'll do the math."

"34th floor." Jared briefly raised his hand and pointed at Yves, implying he was with him.

"29th floor, Meg," Theo said.

"24th floor, Kacey," Klein followed.

"14th floor." Olwen deeply sighed. "Judy . . ."

"26th floor, Maxine," Daren said.

"37th floor. I was with Faith," Hans told the group, and the brainstorming began.

Faith rearranged the floor numbers from lowest to highest. Then she tried adding the numbers and checking the gap between floors. She spent a few minutes trying to see anything important with the numbers until an idea came to her mind. She inhaled a sharp gasp. "Bingo! We might be on to something."

Theo closely looked at Faith's cursive penmanship. His brain instantly felt like self-destructing at the sight of her math skills. "Wow. That is one hell of a calculation, but you may be right. Say what you have to say."

Clearing her throat, Faith eyed them and her gaze turned serious. Something about her character changed. The glint in her eyes reflected a whole new level of intimidation and her straight posture backed it up. The once sweet and innocent girl became like a cold woman whose intelligence and standards in life were beyond anyone's reach. 

"14th, 24th and 34th floors. They all end in four while the 24th, 29th and 34th floors are four floors apart. The killer also mentioned about playing the games every four days." She paused for a while, gathering the next words to say. "Number 4. My instinct is telling me that this number plays an important role. Whatever the reason may be, we have to find it out."

Some of them gawked and fell into a deep thought.

"Can you pass me your notepad?" Daren motioned his hands, imitating a basketball player who was ready to receive the ball. Faith tossed it over to him and he perfectly caught it in the air. After reading the numbers, another idea came to mind. "How about the number four is actually an unlucky number? Like 13." He fixed his gaze on them before tossing the notepad back to her. "Other countries have unlucky numbers. It's possible, right?"

They nodded in agreement.

"How about our room numbers?" Hans pitched in this time. "But do any of you remember yours—"

"Room 24,736." Kacey stopped tearing the sheet of tissue into strips and stared at them with a blank face, just void of emotions.

"Geez . . . You remember the exact numbers." Klein leaned forward with his butt almost falling off the couch. Bending down, he lightly nudged her arm and gave her a genuine smile. "It must be cool to have a sharp memory like you. Teach me, aight? So you gotta wipe that long face of yours and bicker with me. I want the diva girl back."

"How will I teach a dumb person with a poor memory like you?"

Finally, Kacey curled a smile even though it was small. His efforts in trying to lift up her spirits somehow worked and she truly appreciated it. He might have annoyed the hell out of her during their first game, but now, that emotion had completely disappeared. Everyone felt relieved that she was back to normal.

"So . . . what else can we figure out besides that?" Olwen resumed the brainstorming. "I don't think our room numbers has got anything to do with the clues. What are the chances that we could remember it? Any more ideas?"

While they were trying to recall the previous events in the hotel, Faith quickly lifted her pen up. "I have another one. But it is about their room number." She pointed the pen towards Kacey and Klein.

"Shoot." Olwen shifted her weight on the couch while the rest lent their ears.

"This might sound crazy but I did some math and . . . the result is kinda freaky." Faith sheepishly laughed.

"Let's hear it, brainiac!" Maxine prompted her with a smile. "Math might actually save our asses this time."

Clearing her throat, Faith dropped her gaze on her notepad and began reading the numbers aloud:

"2 plus 4 is equal to 6. Adding 7 makes it 13. Add 3, it becomes 16. Then 16 plus 6 is equal to 22. Add the two numbers by separating 22 and that sums up to . . . Four."

Her simple method for adding the numbers together caught them off guard—except for her friends. She was known to be the Queen of Math back in their university days. Judging by the unexpected answer, it seemed like logical brains were needed in this game, not only their memory and analytical skills.

Seeing their baffled looks, Theo rubbed his temple and tore his eyes away from them. He knew Faith more than anyone and it was just the beginning of her detective act. He couldn't blame her at all for being hyped up about this. Playing along about not knowing the secret behind her family would be best.

"F-Four?" Klein began trembling at the gruesome thought of splattered blood on the floor with some human guts scattered around. "What if one of us dies in the fourth game?" He threw the question to Kacey.

"Shut up, Klein!" Kacey smacked his cheek, and he threw back his head with a yelp. "How could you say that to us? I just came from an emotional breakdown and you go talking about our early death? Be sensitive!"

"I'm sorry!" Klein frowned while soothing his stinging cheek. "It's just that . . . you always say that word—"

"I'll wring your neck." She darted him an icy glare.

"Shutting my mouth . . ." He pressed his lips together and looked away.

"Guys, how about the food at the buffet table?" Maxine brought up another idea. "Have you seen your favorite food?"

"Oh!" Faith clicked her pen twice. "I saw our gang's favorite food but I'm not so sure if you guys have seen every dish. There were steaks, salmons, buffalo wings, seafood pastas, pizzas, mashed potatoes . . . but I didn't see Judy's." She wrote it all down on her notepad.

'You will be the death of me . . .'

"Dang! I didn't see mine," Jared snapped his fingers before pointing his thumb towards the grumpy guy, "and including him."

"Don't point at me, man. I am very, very upset right now. You don't want me exploding." Yves restlessly sighed and tapped his foot. Bringing up about that little detail made his heart race even faster than before. What if he or Jared was next in line? 

"Just calm down, Yves." Hans turned to him. "You won't die. At least, not yet." 

"Thank you for that, Hans." Yves' voice was filled with sarcasm.

Faith let out a deep sigh. "Anyway, we're not yet sure if the clues we have thought of would mean anything, but if we're talking about the killer," she studied everyone, taking a chance if she could identify the killer based on his or her demeanor and flow of aura, "he or she could be one of us."

Everyone exchanged puzzled looks.

Why would the killer be one of them? They had known each other for years and it was quite impossible to view each other as a murderer. Sure, they might have fought and argued over little things and big things, their friendship through the years remained strong. However, nobody knew each other's life behind closed doors. That reason alone could strengthen Faith's conclusion.

"But Judy was killed in front of us. How could it be one of us?" Hans creased his forehead. 

"Why to the point . . . kill us?" Daren gestured his hand around. "One by one? What's the reason?"

"And how?" Theo stared long and hard at Faith, trying not to sound so used to this kind of scenario. "If he or she is killing for fun, then we're dealing with a psychotic killer who sees killing people as a hobby and an entertainment."

"That is one messed up individual . . ." Klein shuddered, shaking his head in disappointment.

Yves clicked his tongue once. He couldn't bear to listen to their discussion any longer. They were running around in circles and missing the obvious clue. Clearing his throat, he turned to them and raised his voice in order to cut them all off. "Are you fucking kidding me? Go for the latest clue! You guys should be asking Olwen about the playing card that killed Judy. The card's suit might symbolize something."

"Y-You have a point." Olwen let out a short sigh while they remained silent. Recollecting her thoughts, a film of pictures played inside her head. It was from the time when she had noticed the strange noise coming from the dealing machine to the time when she had cradled Judy's dead body. There, on the blood-soaked carpet, the card's suit was visibly seen.

She snapped back to reality.

"Four of Spades." Olwen eyed them, her gaze turning serious. "There's no doubt about it. I saw it in my very own eyes."

"Four." Meg wrinkled her nose. "One thing's for sure, that number does play an important role. But is that it?"

"Good news! Spades is considered as the highest suit. But the bad news is," Kacey grunted, closed her eyes and lowered her voice into a sarcastic tone, "it symbolizes the medieval weapons. They call it the pike or halberd."

"How so?" Olwen raised an eyebrow.

"The drawing looks like a weapon." Kacey frowned. "And I'm sorry, guys. I want to help more by giving all the facts but I can't remember the whole information about the suit. Just something about the English name being adapted from the word sword."

"You did your best." Klein patted her shoulder, and she briefly smiled.

"Well, isn't that a clear message about our deaths in the future?" Maxine deeply sighed. "It's either we're dead or alive."

While they were still discussing, Faith had been mentally talking to herself. She was looking deeper into the meaning of the sword.

A sword, huh? It symbolizes courage, power, authority, strength and protection. She cupped her chin and thought more deeply. I know what the killer is trying to tell us but . . . the message isn't clear enough. Shifting her weight on the couch, she squeezed her brain more to come up with a better meaning behind it. After a while, a small gasp escaped past her lips. She suspected someone in the group. Could it be? No . . . There is a high probability that the killer could be pinning the blame on—

"Faith?" Theo's voice severed her concentration, and a look of confusion crossed her face. "Are you okay?"

"Huh? W-Why would you say that?"

"You just . . . gasped. Did you think of something new?"

'You are making me curious . . .'

Faith rolled her tongue back. She averted her gaze towards them and they were staring straight at her as if she had committed a crime. Would she risk sharing her speculation to everyone? The killer could easily schedule her early death if she was right, claiming her as a nuisance to his or her killing fetish.

Countless of fictional stories about murder has been produced in the film industry. Most absurd killing methods can possibly be done in actual, but not many has the perception to build such complicated machinery just to kill. People are more likely to choose the simplest weapons to use—weapons that are within their reach namely the guns, bombs, and knives. Only a wealthy, psychotic criminal will attempt to accomplish the insane and inhumane.

Until one day . . . the unimaginable happened.

Twelve adults attends their university's reunion party and wins an invitation to a five-star hotel. One of them is Faith, a deceptive twenty-six-year-old private investigator. She later finds herself in a life-threatening situation, pushing her to conceal her real identity in order to catch the real culprit hiding among them. However, sacrifices has to be made every four days as they are forced to play the so-called death games inside Golden Hotel.

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3rd Person Omniscient
Updates: 1 Chapter Weekly (but it might get delayed due to real life)
Featured: on Wattpad last July 2017

Arius sat across from a grim looking man. Dante was on his lap, and Zuna sat next to her dad. After finding out that Dante and Arius were immortal, Eirik had some questions.

"Zuna took the same time to grow as an average mortal, until she turned twelve." Eirik began speaking. "So how could Dante be 673 years old?"

"I'm a different type of immortal." Dante had been slightly agitated after being accused of lying. 

"What type?" Eirik inquired.

"Sky, maybe." Dante didn't know exactly, since everything Asrael ever said was rather vague.

"How many types are there?" Eirik left no room for anyone else to talk.

"My brother never mentioned that." Dante answered. 

Eirik paused, perhaps he was thinking, so Arius took that chance to say something. "We actually plan on finding his brother soon. If you help, you can ask him all the questions you want."

"Sounds like a waste of time." Eirik said.

"How can I convince you?" Arius was dead set on forming a team of immortals, he didn't really care much about the Phyrraium crystal, he was just curious about it.

"Do you have a pen and paper?" Eirik betrayed no emotion in his question.

"I think there is a pencil and notepad on the kitchen counter..." Arius said as Dante got to the floor and ran to go find the pencil and notepad.

The child came running back with it in his hands, he went straight to Arius who then propped the child up on his lap. He then slid the notepad towards Eirik.

"I'm going to test your intelligence. Okay?" Eirik spoke to Dante. The small boy nodded. Eirik began writing on the notepad, while Arius smiled.

"Here, read this out loud." Eirik slid the notepad back to Dante. The child's face changed upon his first glance at the peice of paper. Dante looked up at Eirik, his face full of disbelief and disappointment.

He looked back down with a sigh as he began reading. "Cat, dog, cow, red, bed..." he stopped reading as he looked up at Eirik once more, his face read 'do you think I'm an idiot?' Dante couldn't help grabbing the pencil and writing down his own words. 

Eirik looked on emotionlessly as Dante slid the notepad back. Then the child looked at him dead in the eyes and said, "Read it out loud."

While Arius's smile became more pronounced, Eirik started relaying what Dante had written. "The enormously rude man questioned me, and so now I shall prove my knowledge." His use of vocabulary and phrases impressed Eirik, although he didn't show it.

"Good job Dante. Not even Pierre can spell 'enormous', and he's a full grown mortal." Arius patted Dante's head with a prideful grin.

"Jeez, you just can't stop bad mouthing Pierre." Zuna rolled her eyes.

"Who's Pierre?" Eirik looked up from the notepad. 

"A rich CEO that works for me." Arius shrugged. "Now, will you help find Dante's brother?"

"I still think it'll end up being a waste, but you've proven yourself once already." Eirik nodded. He had an odd way of communication.

"Great, I'll call Zuna when something comes up!" Arius smiled brightly, if Dante wasn't on his lap, he would stand up and spin around in excitement.

"Hazuna, we're leaving." Eirik often sounded as if he was upset with someone, but he was actually a nice person, or at least he was nice to Zuna.

Zuna started sulking. "Already? I finally found someone who doesn't die every time I get close to them!"

"You can visit. Now let's go." Eirik believed that was a good compromise.

"Ah, wait! Where do you two live?" Arius thought that he should visit the two of them sometime.

"In an RV! Can you believe that?! We're well off, but no house!" Zuna complained as she pointed at her dad. "This man believes that an apartment would endanger others, but a house would complicate things!" 

"Depends, he might have cause for concern if he doesn't change his identity every thirty or forty years." Arius looked at Eirik for an answer.
"Mortals currently know me as Philip Adam Johnson."

"I don't change Identities. We simply move every 30 years." Eirik answered. "Mortals know me as Eirik Nitya."

Arius had played the role of a hero many times, but he's also been the villain in other people's lives. You save some and you ruin others, he was never a saint.

If one wishes for death, it could never be granted. To live forever was a fate worse than death, at least when you're alone for the punishment.

Truly, love was a dangerous thing, and Arius had avoided it for centuries. Unfortunately, one day it suddenly came to slap him in the face. In fact, it quite literally felt like being crushed by a building.

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"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"

"I love you...?"

"Do you realize I already know that?"

"Yes." 

"Then why do you say it all the damn time?!" She tried to storm off but was suddenly stopped by the hand that grabbed hers.

"For fun." He grinned.

She glanced at his hand before saying blankly, "It was a rhetorical question."

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Wise folks say only fools rush in, so they were all fools. 

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(I changed the titled back to Immorally Immortal)
Cover credits: Myself! Kind of messed up on it though... oh well. 

So... I've decided to move to wattpad. 
I guess this is bad news if you care?
I'll cease to update on webnovel! I had in the past promised to not scratch this story, and i won't, just... Wattpad gives me more options in my writing style.
- Overall, moving things over is complicated, I don't exactly know what I'm doing.

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