“Darling, I love you…” He was the heir to the consortium and she had just divorced. The day she was divorced, she was kidnapped and forced to be the doctor in charge of his case. To add insult to injury, this man would sleepwalk to her bed every two to three days… another headache!

Sabi ni Dr. Seuss, malalaman mo raw na in love ka kung mas better ang realidad kaysa sa pantasya. 'Yong tipong mas maganda sa kwento ni Cinderella o ni Snowhite.

Ako si Eunice, ang babaeng labis na nagmamahal sa lalaking laman parati ng aking pantasiya.

Mahal ko siya pero para sa kaniya ang pag-ibig ko ay isang balewala.

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This is a work of fiction. Names of a person, places, things, events and etablishments are used fictitiously. Any resemblance in real life is purely coincindental.

Now,remember I mentioned that a special surprise was coming out of the hole,well that about to be revealed.



Out of the hole,came Franklin Delano Roosevelt,Col Jacob Schnick,George Nissen and Larry, Laszlo Biro,and Nestle.Theodore Seuss Geisel a.k.a. Dr. Seuss, and Billie Holiday.



It happened by a big flash.



All the people look around,see Amabelle,and asks ¨How did we get here?"



"I can explain that,but I must ask what do you think about magic after everything that happened?" Ambelle tells the adults.



"To be honest,I'm willing to believe anything,since a mysterious beast destroyed my place that I love to sing at", Billie Holiday admitted.



"I thought I recognize you,you´re that jazz singer: BIllie Holiday", Amanda´s eyes glowed.



 "The one and only,hey! Your that girl who kept coming to listening to my songs.But,you disappeared; where did you go?" Billie Holiday remembered.



"My parents go through music phases that change every week,so I had to sneak out with the help of Snow. So does that mean your out of your career?" Amanda tells Billie Holiday.



"No way! Girrrrl! I'm always ready to sing!" Billie Holiday sang.



"I'm glad to hear that,because I need everyone's help to defeat the wicked thing/person that nearly destroyed the Earth,in order to collect the energy of miserable people", smiled Ambelle.



After seeing Ambelle's smile,FDR,Dr.Seuss,and George back away,looking scared.



"So,you remember me,I thought everybody on this planet had forgotten me", Ambelle noticed,with dark energy behind her in the form of snake;and she has an evil look in her eyes.



"But,you died,we saw the whole world did and the president declared to never speak of it again", remembered George.



"Shame,and to think of all the things I did for you ungrateful mortals", Amabelle shakes her head.



"It wasn't our choice,I never forgot,I hoped you would come back so I could share my books with you,since you said you love them,but then you disappeared and then I heard the news", admitted Dr.Seuss.

"Wait,but you said you were trapped in that dungeon for a while,so you could stay away from humans,I thought that meant you were there for a hundred years or so", Amanda blurted.



"Dungeon!" gasped the adults.



"Of the years of my land,is exactly one million years,but on Earth it would be exactly ten years",answered Ambella.



"Only ten years,those calculations can't be correct", Jake doubted.



"How long ago? Did the president pass that law?" asked Amanda.



"Which president was it?" asked Jake.



"Calvin Coolidge", replied Dr.Seuss.



"Oh!" gasped the kids.



"Jake", said Ambella.



Jake finished his calculations, and says "She's right, it's been exactly ten years".



"I guess what's been going on in our lives, it felt longer", shrugged FDR.



"That means that you have deluded into believing that this woman is a villian in her world,yet still known as a hero in this world, she kills people in cold blood,yet you see that as her unique nature. Is pretty much,what I'm getting", Snow analyzed.



"I'm surprised you could analyze all that just by hearing that the president made a law to forget about one of the most badass,legendary girls I have ever met", said Billie, surprised.



"Yes, also David showing the type of powers,skills,and crimes that she committed in their world,he doesn't have any info on the crimes she committed in our world", answered Snow, looking at the images from David's scepter.



"Well, I killed,stole,killed again,freed slaves, put people in the hospital, freed wild animals,nearly started a war,broke into somebody else's property, claimed that I created several items claimed to be made by Italians,also I destroyed the white house three times", Ambella listed.



"Are you done?" asked Snowberry.



"And sent 30 million people swimming with the sharks,now i'm done", said Ambella.

"No offense,but how are you friends with a president,jazz singer,inventors,and an author?" asked Amanda.



"Oh! Well, FDR I helped him to become president,Dr. Seuss I helped him come up with the inspiration for 'The Cat in the Hat", BIllie Singer I helped her come up with a special song,while she was in a funk,and the inventors I was able to help them sell their items from all over", explained Ambella.



FDR walked up to Ambella and says "Also, she's part of the army,so that was a huge help for me nobody could defeat her".



"Yeah, not that I hate to interrupt this,but shouldn't we stop your sister from draining all life from Earth and making all humanity her slaves,before it's too late", replied Snowberry.



"Well, that won't be a problem, all we need to do is go to the white house,grab some weapons,and go before the red moon comes up", Ambella remembered.



"That the whole plan?" asked Jake, shocked.



"One. Where the hell are we going to get the kind of weapons to stop your sister? and Two. What the hell are those creatures coming towards us?" questioned Farm boy.



"Stand back", Amabella insisted.



Amabella runs towards a bunch of shadow creatures that are revealed to be giant werewolves with venus fly traps as their arms. 



Amabella with her bare hands rips the werewolves off, snapping their necks, cutting them up, blood spreading all over, and soon all the werewolves are dead.



Ambella has blood over her hand, and has an evil grin over her mouth.



"Are you okay?" asked Snowberry.



"It's been a long time since I felt the rush of killing, the taste of blood, the thrill of it all", answered Amabelle, feeling so much energy.



"Are you sure? She's a hero", asked Amanda.



"She's an anti-hero, a hero that helps, but for her own reasons and game", replied Dr. Seuss.



"Okay. But, never mind,  said Snowberry, not feeling like arguing.

"That's not the only thing heading this way",  said Amabelle with her eyes glowing in the direction the creatures coming.



Soon, they notice the ground shaking, so they look up to see a bunch of giants that has animal fur on, along with doll-like companions that have swords, spirits made of black smoke, a creature made of a garden, and a man who has long blonde hair, wearing a black suit, black wings, black gloves, and black shoes,



Each of the creature locks their eyes at each other, then look at Amabelle.



"Amabelle. Pleasure to see you, once again", said The man with black wings.



"As well as you, Lord Terror", said Amabelle, walking towards the creatures.



As she walks closer, Larry,George, FDR, Dr. Seuss, Billie Holiday,Col Jacob Schnick, Nestle, and Laszlo start glowing,which makes a force field around them, the energy in it makes objects appear: Ballpoint pen, coffee cup, microphone, a book, trampoline, a flag, and an electric razor.



After these objects appear, Amabelle floats in the air, and causes a strong wind to blow, making a fog appears.



This fog has a red aura around it, this startles the creatures, which confuses the mortals, out of Amabelle's mouth comes a blue aura, that attacks the creatures.



The creatures fight back, but lose their necks, hearts, get killed in the most brutal way, the only one that is untouched is Lord Terror, who is covered in blood, and is stunned.



The blue aura takes a form of a giant snake, the snake wraps around Lord Terror making him land on the ground.



Lord Terror calls to Ambelle, but she remains in the air, until Lord Terror warns Ambelle that her sister is on her way, and since she could sense her sister's presence; she knew it was true.



Amabelle flies down, releasing her aura, but before she could get down she gets blasted by a laser.



Amabelle lands on the ground, from a distance, she sees Ashley and Emma.



"Oh! Dear sister, I thought you got over this rebellious part of your life", Emma assumed.



"Well, I have fooled many people into thinking that, I am an excellent liar", Amabelle boasted.



"You are, I admit it, which makes me proud of you; And also hurt me, that I have to destroy you", Emma says, as she gets out her scepter, and charges at Ambelle.



Amabelle dodges Emma, and they both land on the ground.



"Poor sister, so misguided, I knew that you wouldn't be able to resist to pick a fight with me", Amabelle smiled.



"I feel sorry for you too, helping the mortals, that betrayed you while you were in that dungeon of mine", said Emma.



Emma raises her scepter in the air, her eyes glow red, causing a storm, which summons lightning destroying houses; the lightning heads to the town.



At the town, the people remaining are in a coffee shop, where adults are enjoying instant coffee.



"Nestle, knew that instant coffee was the best thing that ever happened", sighed a woman who has messy long blonde hair, wearing a black dress, and no shoes, sitting in a chair, drinking.



In the bathroom, a man who has red hair, wearing a white suit, that is using an electric razor to trim his beard.



"I'm glad, I called my friend, Jacob, this beard, needed a trim", said the man.



In the backroom, the kids are bouncing on the trampoline, being watched by two men drinking coffee.



The boys wore short shorts and tall socks, and a girl is a nice long dress with beautiful hats.

"Do you know who brought this in here?" asked The first man.



"Some men called George and Larry", remembered the second man.



In the first room, there's a man sporting a fedora, double-breasted overcoat, white shirt, brown pants, and black shoes is using a ballpoint pen to write in his notebook.



By the man is an adult husky drinking water in a bowl.

The people hear an explosion, this makes the kids look out the window, and see the lightning destroying houses.



The adults head for the back, and guide the children to the basement.

Back outside, Ambelle and Emma battle.



Ashley takes the bracelet, Emma led her, which made the inventors, president, and author's items glow.



Jake seeing this, he figured out what they should, he tells Dr. Seuss to open his book.



Dr. Seuss opens his book, and says "I summon the spirit of nature to bring peace and balance to this town, I ask that you help the people believe; Nartia".



As Dr. Seuss says these words, the book is glowing, then it releases a giant ball of green energy from the book; this green energy is revealed to be a child who has a green aura, and looking like a tree.



This child is Nartia, Nartia speeds like a cheetah from the town and back bringing the beauty of town, trees, houses , backyards, front yards are repaired, and the clouds with the lightning disappear.



"Do you like it?" asked Nartia.



"I love it!" exclaimed Amanda.



"That is impressive", Farmboy admitted.



"I just hope, sister, can help keep this place stays safe", said Nartia, referring to Amabelle.



"Wait! You're all sisters?" questioned Snowberry, referring to Ambelle, Emma, and Nartia.



"Not by blood like you humans, we are created by father, to be the most powerful beings, looking over our own kingdoms, but Emma, she wanted all kingdoms, which made father banish her", Nartia explained.



"And who is this father?" questioned Farmboy.



"The secret we kept is we can never speak or mention his name, otherwise, we die", Nartia revealed, while watching Amabelle and Emma fight.



"That's a harsh rule, does your father love you?" Amanda replied.



"I haven't seen him in centuries, I always assumed yes, but Emma never did, Amabelle is the only one who truly can visit father openly", Nartia admitted.



"So, the form Amabelle was in, when found her in the dungeon was her true form?" asked Jake.

"It was indeed, she likes to hide it from humans", said Nartia.



Finally, Anabelle turns back into her true form, Emma turns into a creature with shark teeth, wolf ears, snake eyes, claws, a body of a cheetah, with hawk wings, while that is happening Ashley's bracelet turns into a scepter that looks like a scythe.



The scythe puts a purple aura inside Ashley, with the scythe in her hand, and glowing eyes, she heads to Dr. Seuss who's still holding the book.

Billie Singer uses her microphone to pull Dr. Seuss out of the way, FDR uses his flag to go against Ashley's scythe, the scythe doesn't destroy the scythe instead the flag electrocutes the scythe.



The scythe grows longer, Ashley comes back, but the flag still doesn't break,while Ashley is distracted, Nestle releases a trail of coffee that spreads around Ashley like a lake.



George and Larry throw the trampoline that has a blue aura in it in the coffee trail, Jake reaches into his pocket to find the portal gem, which he throws into the coffee lake.



Ashley looks at the coffee trail to see her sinking, FDR stops fighting, noticed, a microphone wrapped around him, together, Farmboy, Snowberry, Amanda, Jake, Billie Singer, George, Larry, Laslo, and Nestle help pulls him out with the flag.



Up in the sky, Nartia, Emma, and Amabelle have a duel.



Amabelle and Nartia sends a wave of energy to knock Emma down, but instead, it just destroys her scepter, this angers Emma so she sends a wave of lava that destroys all around, Amabelle sees it getting close to the kids, that she puts a force field around them.



Emma smiles, seeing Amabelle still protecting the humans, so she sends a black aura in the shape of a giant sword, hitting against the force field, slowly breaking it.



Amabelle uses the blood of her enemies and turns into a purple aura, the aura forms string that wraps around Emma, Jacob throws his pen in the air like a scepter summoning the lava, sucks it up, and turned into confetti.



Emma notice Ashley disappeared, and notices the portal key.



"I'm not the only one that needs protect someone", Amabelle smirked.

1)DON'T CRY BECAUSE IT'S OVER. SMILE BECAUSE IT HAPPENED. -DR. SEUSS

2)A WARM SMILE IS THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE OF KINDNESS. -WILLIAM ARTHUR WARD

3)A SMILE IS A CURVE THAT SETS EVERYTHING STRAIGHT. -PHYLLIS DILLER

4)ALWAYS KEEP YOUR SMILE. THAT'S HOW I EXPLAIN MY LONG LIFE. -JEANNE CALMENT

5)SMILE, IT'S FREE THERAPY. -DOUGLAS HORTON

6)EVERY SMILE MAKES YOU A DAY YOUNGER. -CHINESE PROVERB

7)WEAR A SMILE AND HAVE FRIENDS; WEAR A SCOWL AND HAVE WRINKLES. -GEORGE ELIOT

8)IF YOU SMILE WHEN NO ONE ELSE IS AROUND, YOU REALLY MEAN IT. -ANDY ROONEY

9)HEY, I'VE GOT NOTHING TO DO TODAY BUT SMILE. -PAUL SIMON

10)YOU'LL FIND THAT LIFE IS STILL WORTHWHILE, IF YOU JUST SMILE. -CHARLIE CHAPLIN

11)I ADD A SMILE TO EVERYTHING I WEAR AND THAT HAS WORKED GREAT FOR ME. -DAVID WHITE

12)IT TAKES A LOT OF ENERGY TO BE NEGATIVE. YOU HAVE TO WORK AT IT. BUT SMILING IS PAINLESS. I'D RATHER SPEND MY ENERGY SMILING. -ERIC DAVIS

13)A SMILE IS HAPPINESS YOU'LL FIND RIGHT UNDER YOUR NOSE. -TOM WILSON

14)I PLAY GUYS WHO NEVER SMILE, AND I NEVER STOP SMILING. -MICHAEL KELLY

15)I HOPE YOU ALWAYS FIND A REASON TO SMILE.

16)JUST KEEP SMILING AND ONE DAY LIFE WILL GET TIRED OF UPSETTING YOU.

17)LIFE IS A CAMERA, SO KEEP SMILING.

18YOUR SMILE LOOKS ADORABLE ON YOU ! YOU SHOULD WEAR IT MORE OFTEN.

19)A SMILE IS THE PRETTIEST THING YOU CAN WEAR.

20)NO MATTER WHAT PEOPLE THINK OF YOU..ALWAYS KEEP SMILING AND WALK AWAY.

"He should not be here," said the fish in the pot.
"He should not be here when your mother is not." 
Dr. Seuss, 
The Cat in the Hat
It is a strange feeling, drowning. You can read stories or listen to descriptions, but they almost all miss a key part. What surprised me about dying in this way was that it didn't feel completely unnatural. Perhaps there is buried somewhere in the deep recesses of our minds a memory of our brief time in the womb. Floating in the fluid of life beneath the beating heart of our mother, it is the one place where thought did not intrude and regret did not interrupt. Unlike now.
I was thinking, a lot, about the kind of idiot a person has to be to get themselves tangled up, literally, with a sinking cyborg. The chances that this job, this calling if you will, would be the end of me were always pretty high. Very few things or people go missing accidentally. Most of the time someone is very interested in ensuring that what is lost stays lost. 
I wondered when I would be found. Who, other than Darwin, would hire a Finder to locate me? Mr. Jones wouldn't, I thought. I was pretty sure that she regretted bringing me on to this case. But I have my methods. No one else came to mind. I had lost touch with all of the other students of Gregson's academy since... since Joanie died. There, I did it. I completed the thought. I guess we would both be dead now. I began to see the stars, floating around me. Is that what happens when we die, we go to the stars?
Since my mind would find the more inopportune times to start solving problems, the visions of stars made me think of 3P's mysterious shuttle program.
It was a question of speed. The distances between stations and planets and other places that people wanted to visit in space were far larger than most people thought. Early in human spaceflight, speeds of only one ten-thousandth of light were considered impressive. However, this still meant a journey of days to the Earth's moon and of months to Mars or Venus. 
It was only with the Kobayashi incident that the ability to create antimatter became cost effective enough to become a commercially viable way to power our ships. This incident created a virtually inexhaustible fuel supply due to a runaway process on a space research station. 
The moon was now within easy reach for commercial prospects and tourism, and the other two planets were essentially just a luxury cruise away. Mercury was still a commitment, but since it was only miners than went there, the time spent was all part of the job.
Improvements to design and efficiency continued to inch our speed forward, which made the accessibility of the inner planets more convenient for general travel. From the bottom of this manufactured lake though I was in no position to be planning for a vacation, or my next breath, for that matter.
My readings regarding drowning had never mentioned visions though, as in visions that came to you while you drowned. Mermaids, perhaps? But no, that wasn't right, she had legs. Long ones. And she wasn't wearing much either. I watched her swim about, curious as to her meaning. She didn't look much like Joanie, so maybe she represented the regret of lost relationships?
The vision in question might have been in her early twenties, a child really in many respects. She would have none of the bitter memories which drove an older man like me. Perhaps she represented my regrets, my loss of innocence?
Then her eyes met mine, and she smiled and signaled that she would be a minute or two. She swam to the surface and disappeared.
Strange vision, I thought. Perhaps it meant that...
But I had no time to finish that thought, because there she was, right in front of me again. She smiled at me, then reached both her hands forward and grasped each side of my head being careful to avoid the diamond wire. Then she kissed me.
No, that wasn't right. She locked her lips on mine and forced air into my lungs. The stars in my eyes cleared a little, going out one by one. She disappeared, coming back again a few seconds later, once again breathing for me. This time, however she brought friends.
Two young men, obviously younger than my savior, were swimming with her. One of them had brought a pair of clippers, the other some garden shears. They were arguing silently with each other over which of the tools ought to be used. 
Finally the woman rolled her eyes at me and spun in the water. She pointed to the one with the clippers and sent him back to the surface, then she stretched out her hand to receive the garden shears. 
He indicated that he wanted to be the one to use them, which made her thrust out her hand again. One scowl later, he handed her the shears, then they both swam to the surface. They were definitely related. My savior had definitely been giving off a big sister vibe.
She came back again, shears in hand and breathed for me again. I was starting to feel a little better. She was examining the tangle of diamond wire, and making a few snips with the shears created a safe path for me to swim up and out of the arms of the cyborg.
Rough hands grabbed at me and pulled me up out of the water, dragging me onto the grass, and laying me on my back. I was coughing and spluttering, trying to clear the water out of my lungs but too weak to turn over.
"Flip him over, you idiots. Fine lot of good saving him will do if you daft lot let him drown on shore!" It was the young woman, and she was definitely the boys' older sister. No one else gets away with talking to others like that.
"I didn't know!" protested one of the young men as he took hold of my left arm. 
"Add that to the list," she said.
"What list?" said the other young man as he grabbed my right arm.
"The list of things you don't know, you morons. What are you going to do with both his arms like that, take him dancin'? Jeremy, you let go and get over to Jordan, then both of you roll him over together. I can see why Mother gets frustrated! I need to get him a towel or... oh, would you look at that cat! Come here you beautiful creature!"
Darwin had that effect. Everywhere, and on almost everyone. Apparently the young woman's call wasn't enough to distract him though, because the next thing I felt was his nose nudging my face.
"Hey, buddy." I said quietly, my face now resting on the soft turf, the fresh smell of grass and dirt filling my nostrils. "Just catching my breath. I will be ok."
Apparently he wasn't convinced, as he installed himself next to me. He wasn't purring, he was guarding.
"Cor!" one of boys exclaimed. "He is big!"
"Well spotted, Jer. Now get aways from him, he looks hungry." The boys scrambled to what sounded like a safe distance.
"Why don't you get some clothes on 'afore Mum sees ya! She have your hide for showing so much skin to a stranger."
"He's no stranger. He's Mum's friend."
"Julianne!" Speaking of 'mum,' a new voice introduced itself into the conversation. There was something familiar about that voice.
"What in the name of all that's good are you doing running around in your underthings? You'll catch your death and I am sure your brothers do not require the anatomy lesson."
A shocked cry of "MOTHER!" was accompanied by a couple of "Eww!"s. Quite the family gathering I had gotten myself into.
"I didn't want to get my clothes wet," Julianne was explaining.
"Well get something on, at least, child."
"I have a shirt in my bag," I offered quietly, still trying to catch my breath.
"That's awfully kind of you Mr. Friedman. You heard the Finder child, go and get some clothes on."
"Yes, Mum."
"Now, boys," Mrs. McTavish instructed her children, "Gently help Mr. Friedman sit up. We have some important things to discuss."

Joshua Freidman is probably the greatest Finder of his age. This time, though, he may have bitten off more than he can chew.  With his partner, a very big, very black, very opinionated cat named Darwin, he's got just a few days to save the girl and solve the mystery... or die trying.

"Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You"~Dr. Seuss 

An average person, average grades, average heart. That's me. Your average high schooler. I have a family that consists of two brothers, my Père, and my Mère. I have a cat who I adore more than anything, and a dog who I care slightly less about. 
I have no boyfriend, or girlfriend, but I have the average crush. He doesn't know, and it honestly can stay that way. He's cute, with little acne, and soft looking brown hair. He has a heart kinder than anything in the world. Just once I wish he would notice me. But as I would say, "un coup de cœur, il restera" a crush he shall remain. Not because of me, I would talk to him if I had any courage at all. Let's call him Vœux. If only he was mine. 
My looks? I'm 5'2 3/4" to be exact. I have naturally soft nearly blonde albino blonde hair and grey blue eyes. My skin is extremely tan, but covered in millions of tiny white scars, barely noticeable. Let's say my name is Aimante. I'm in the school's marching band, and before I am asked, I play flag, I am one of the color guard girls. 
My family speaks mostly French at home, and English outside of home. Our immigration took place when I was barely two years old. I prefer the language as it is easier to shape the sounds. This is probably the reason for me only having three friends. I rarely speak at all at school as my accent still lingers and for some reason it is weird to have an accent.

In a simple yet still luxurious study, a green letter was reduced to ashes between a set of long slim fingers. Josh sat on a redwood chair, and swirled the amber wine in the crystal goblet in his hand. His handsome face normally wore a benevolent and refined expression, but it was currently as cold as ice. 
"So you really survived, Alex. But where could you be hiding now? The dragon island? No, those idiots all want to kill you. Twilight Forest? No, countless orcs died by your hands in the battle on the border. There's no way you'd be at the Wind Forest, either. You have enough confidence and insanity, but appearing in the Wind Forest with that half-elf daughter of yours is pretty much asking for death…" His low voice sounded in the room as he fiddled absentmindedly with the papers on his desk.
"If you're not in the Roth Empire, then you're most likely in Chaos City. All races and species live there, so no matter what kind of person appears there, they won't attract too much attention. Alex isn't very bright, but he's very alert. He knows which places are dangerous and which places are safe. However, trying to find someone in Chaos City isn't going to be easy." Josh slowly raised his goblet to his lips, but he suddenly stopped before taking a sip, and smashed the goblet violently into the ground.
Amber wine and glittering crystal shards flew in all directions. Josh's face was twisted with a sinister expression as he clenched his fists, and snarled, "Alex, you'd better not let me find you. Even after so any years, Irina still hasn't forgotten about you. I have to kill you, and that little half-breed too. I was still too naive back then."
"Are you alright, Your Highness?" The butler's anxious voice sounded from outside the door.
Josh's expression immediately smoothed out as he replied, "I'm fine. Tell Seuss to come and see me." 
"Yes," the butler replied. The sound of footsteps hurrying away immediately followed.
Josh pulled out a map from the top shelf of his bookshelf, and spread it open on his table. His brown eyes slowly scanned across the map, and his brows furrowed as if he were thinking about something.
"Your Highness, Seuss is here." After a short while, the butler's voice sounded again.
"Tell him to come in," Josh instructed without even raising his head.
The heavy wooden door opened, and a thin and tall young man with cropped golden hair and wearing a set of black magician robes walked in. There was a red reaper scythe emblazoned on the chest of his robes.
The magic caster appeared to be about 30 years of age, and his face carried a sickly pallor. There was a scar extending from his left eye to his glabella, while his pupils were a rare gray color, making them appear a little like dead fish eyes. His entire body was enveloped in those black magician robes, giving him a cold and sinister aura.
He stepped onto the crystal shards on the ground with his black leather boots, creating a crackling sound, but his expression didn't chance in the slightest. His fervent gaze was fixed on Josh, and he said respectfully, "Seuss pays his respects, Your Highness."
"I want you Asuras to find someone, then kill him." Josh shifted his gaze away from the map on the table.
"Please specify our target, Your Highness." Seuss bowed his head in a respectful manner.
"Mag Alex," Josh replied in a calm voice.
"Alex!" Seuss immediately raised his head, and stared at Josh with shock and incredulity etched on his face. He hesitated momentarily before asking, "Your Highness, isn't Alex already dead? We've been searching for evidence to confirm his death during these past few years, and nothing indicates that he's still alive."
Josh shook his head, and looked at Seuss with a serious expression as he said, "No, he's still alive; someone has already proven that to me. So, you must find him before anyone else does, and kill him. Return to me with his head."
"If Alex is still alive, then I'll be sure to kill him in revenge for what happened last time!" Josh's expression suddenly turned sinister again; the scar on his glabella was like a hideous centipede now.
"Remember, I don't care what happened between the two of you in the past, just find him and kill him. If you fail, then you can put an end to your own life," Josh said in a cold voice.
"Yes!" Seuss hurriedly bowed his head respectfully. Even though he was the youngest 9th-tier magic caster in the kingdom and the leader of the Asuras, he was still struck by a sense of fear and awe when interacting with Josh.
That was not just because he was one of the people in line to the throne. He was more frightened by the fact that Josh was able to bring down Alex when he was at the height of his powers. That man was an extraordinary talent who had once stomped him into the ground.
Back then, they had both advanced to the 9th-tier at the same time, and theirs should've been an evenly matched battle, but it became the biggest disgrace of his life.
One strike—Alex only used one sword strike to defeat him.
If it weren't for the unavoidable sense of impending doom that he was struck by when the sword pierced his glabella, he would have never believed that he couldn't even take a single sword strike from Alex.
From that day, he fell from grace, and became a laughingstock.
After that, Alex continued to rise higher and higher, defeating 10th-tier powerhouses and slaying giant dragons. His rate of progression and overwhelming power placed him well and truly at the pinnacle of the younger generation. Even a supreme prodigy like him could only look on in despair.
Thus, a magic caster that had never skipped lessons went missing at the Magus Tower. At the same time, a new leader was instated among the Asuras, and his reaper scythe harvested one life after another.
"Even though I know he's not dead, I still can't ascertain his location. The likeliest place is Chaos City." Josh pointed at a certain spot on the map on his desk, and said in a dark voice, "Remember, this must remain strictly confidential. No one aside from the Asuras is to hear about this."
Seuss packed up the map on the table, and said respectfully, "Yes, I'll send scouts to Chaos City right away." 
Josh was momentarily silent before continuing, "Also, kill all of his friends and family as well, no matter who they are."
"Yes." A hint of surprise flashed through Seuss' eyes, but he didn't say anything.
"You can go now." Josh sat back down in his chair and closed his eyes.
Seuss lowered his head, and took a couple of steps backward before turning to leave, closing the door to the study behind him.
"Mag Alex, many people will be unable to sleep at night if you're still alive, so you should go and die…" Josh's voice reverberated within the study.
…
On the outskirts of Rodu, there was a black horse-drawn carriage situated outside a large estate.
"Your Highness, this is Simon's estate," Quine said in a low voice. 


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

It was great sunny day and it seemed that the daylight changed everything instantly. Just few days ago, Dr. Cyan and Xhemin were restricted in the barns but now, she was there at the coral near the barn busying herself with the Lagdameo horse freely. 

Just suddenly, out of the blue, Dr. Cyan was called for a promotion unexpectedly and all just turned out well in an instant. Also, Dr. Piper Xu called in sick for few days so everything in the mansion was as peaceful as it seemed. 

Xhemin thought how weird the circumstances went through. Like how Dr. Cyan was able to get an instant promotion for doing nothing—since no one knew that they were behind the Staw serum—yet maybe she though Dr. Cyan just got his luck these days. Also, her boss was a good veterinarian for his age, so she thought the position was just right for him.

Xhemin stood in the center while the horse cantered circles around her, the horse movement almost made her lose the cowboy hat she was wearing over her ebony hair that was tugged up in braids.

"You okay now buddy, aren't you?" Xhemin babbled with the horse and pressed her hat down over her hair, brushing all the loose strands of hair behind her ears. Her other hand was holding the horse's lead rope and letting the animal run freely around her while her ink eyes followed its move as if the horse had hypnotized her.

She just thought of checking on the horse mobility and strength, so she pulled him out of his pen to get some sunlight and fresh humid air.

"You are doctor Cyan's assistant, aren't you?" A female's voice pulled Xhemin's attention to her back. 

Instantly, the stallion pulled up and bobbed its head up and down in an antsy, frustrated way, then trotted to the opposite side of the corral, keeping itself away from Dr. Piper Xu who was fast approaching.

'Speaking of the evil witch, here she comes!'

Xhemin almost grinned with the horse reaction but suppressed it knowing it would only irritate Dr. Piper whose face reflected all the negativity she had collected throughout her morning routine. Xhemin then disconnected the lead rope from the harness and gave the horse a pat on its back.

"Hello Dr. Piper, how are you? I heard you were sick" Xhemin said as she turned to the doctor's way, but her attention remained on the horse who was now at the her back. Seemed that the Lagdameo horse didn't like Piper Xu at all. Can't blame the horse anyway, Piper Xu had an outstanding reputation as a pain in the ass, doesn't she?

"I am fine now thank you…nice hat by the way…is that the Young master's horse?" Piper complimented before she turned her gaze to the horse behind the girl.

"Thanks" The girl answered and looked at her straight on, trying to keep her dislike over the doctor hidden for as long as possible "... and yes, this is the Young Master's horse"

"Pretty lad" Doctor Piper said in her attempt to give a good remark on the horse to sound casual. 

However, just after she said the word "Pretty lad", a loud whinny followed by snorting, came from Xhemin's back which almost spilled Xhemin into a laugh. 

'You don't call a male horse pretty, idiot'

Xhemin thought but decided to just keep such thought to herself so not to offend the doctor. Or maybe the horse did sense Piper Xu's sarcasm and didn't like it, so it was bluffing at her.

Xhemin then gave the horse a considering look trying to appease it.

"What are you gonna do with it anyway?" Piper Xu asked ignoring entirely the horse hostility towards her.

"Just checking if the disease affected his mobility and strength that's all" She explained.

"Then maybe we can have a race" She suggested as she lifted the end of her ponytail and fingered her curls. "I'll go and get my horse if you can wait here"

"Well, I'm not sure if the horse is ready for a race to be honest" Xhemin reasoned trying to deny Dr. Piper's request. Even though it appeared that Dr. Piper was being nice to her, she was kind of hesitant to give the doctor some chance.

"Well, I believe in Dr. Cyan's cure, so I guess this horse is ready to go" She cracked a smile trying to convince the girl to have a race with her. She was hoping Xhemin will fall entirely in her trap with that bewildering innocence of her.

"Who said it was Dr. Cyan who cured this one?" Xhemin asked with her eyes almost bulging out? Heck! Did Piper Xu know something already?

"Don't deny it anymore. You are his assistant so you should know. Everyone was talking about how Dr. Cyan attended to this horse the moment it was about to die" She revealed confidently "If it was his luck or not, you don't want anyone to cast a doubt on Dr. Cyan's capabilities, don't you?

"Of course, I won't"

"Then come. Let's have a race to show everyone there is nothing wrong with this horse and so Dr. Cyan's accomplishment won't go to waste" Piper Xu said as a light snicker escaped her lips "Anyway you know how to ride a horse, don't you?"

"Of course, I do" Xhemin responded. Was the female doctor trying to underestimate her?

"Well then you can mount onto him and let's have a race to the equestrian field" 

"To the equestrian field?"

"Oh yes! I came here looking for you. I volunteered to fetch you here with the Lagdameo's horse. The stable master needs to check it" She announced with her perfectly sculpted red lips.

"Really?" Xhemin's previous concern wavered as soon as she heard this "You should have told me sooner"

"It's okay..." said doctor the female doctor. Knowing she finally made the girl say yes, she calmed off a bit and added "also you better ride that horse so the stable master will already see its amazing improvement"

"Okay then" Xhemin said as she readied herself to mount the horse.

"Meet me at the gate and let's race to the equestrian field together" Piper Xu settled allowing the girl enough space to mount to the horse.

"Alright then Dr. Piper, see yah!"

Just that and Dr. Piper turned her back at Xhemin with an evil grin on her face.

Warning: Amazingly, absurdly and deliriously funny chaps ahead. Read and laugh at your own risk.

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"You are one of my many dreams, and the only dream I wish I should have chased desperately" 

Darryl Lemmuel was an aspiring engineer. There was only one word to describe him—exceptional.

He was the only male heir of the Lagdameo clan and the future of L Empire. Apart from that, he was rumored to be financially independent at the age of eight, tricked the present president of L empire—his father— into agreeing with his terms and left home at the age of sixteen to live on his own. He broke all the socialite’s rule to have a good taste of adventure! 

Xhemin Lae Dugmoch was a struggling botanist.

Enrolled in an A-list school, she knew nothing but books, experiments and strawberries. As the granddaughter of a retired famous doctor, Xhemin was very keen in keeping her profile low as per her granddad's wishes. Nobody in the elite community knew that she existed and that her grandfather’s corporation— Feather HealthCare had an heir.

One witty heir and one crazy strawberry girl; their predicament started when their life got tangled up against each other in a conference.

HE suddenly became her target prey.

And SHE was a little trouble not worthy of his attention.

The trouble he soon learned to want— so desperately and dearly wanted.

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Yashina: Where did that come from? - distressed.

Nizo: -This is it, let's go! - running to the south side of the site.

At the bookstores Kamero and Aysa also hear loud noise.

Kamero: -this voice ...

Aysa: -Hytori ...

The two run to the side the sound came from, they are closer than Yashina and Nizo and can get to the spot faster.

Bartholomew: That's impossible ...

Hytori and Sarina were safe, thanks to a little creature that when the feathers were arriving at Hytori awoke from the mark on his master's hand that began to glow and a black smoke comes out of it forming Linot but in this process of materialization, Hytori ends up feeling severe hand pain and screaming in pain.

Hytori: -Linot ...

Sarina: He saved us ...

Linot, leaving his mark, creates a dark sphere of dark matter and destroys the feathers that would hit his master.

Gian: -Is it a spiritual creature?

Didier: That's what it looks like.

Kamero: What's going on here?

Hytori: -Kamero?

Linot: -grrrr.

Aysa: Look, it's Bartholomew.

Sarina: -That bastards attacked us. - bitch of life.

Kamero: What was the reason?

Bartolomeu: -Good my dear colleague Kamero, if you are after Madoka Guren is a sign that you are from the empire.

Kamero: Empire? I believe you were mistaken my dear.

Bartolomeu: -As there is no way to know, better not bet and lose, finish them gentlemen.

Gian: -I'm happy to Messier.

Didier: Right now.

Kamero: You are making a mistake.

Aysa: -We are the good guys.

Didier: Contruson's magic: leftover mechanical cat. - his shadow takes the shape of a cat again with several gears around it.

Sarina: Be careful, this magic was able to absorb a dark blast from Hytori.

Kamero: Did you get it? "What kind of magic will that be?" - taking his grimoire.

Gian: Contruson Magic: Mechanical Owl. - his owl hovers in the air above him.

Linot: -grrr

Aysa: Damn, young, pretty bad guys.

Didier: Don't misunderstand mademoiselle, we're the good guys here.

Gian: Exactly.

Hytori: -Black handles! - leaving your fists with dark matter.

Sarina: Get ready.

Bartholomew: -Attack!

The brothers strike with shadow claw blows and bursts of metallic feathers.

Yashina: -Light screen! - protecting everyone.

Nizo: -spiritual magic: divine beast! - creating your spiritual dragon that soon throws fireballs at opponents.

Bartholomew: -Construction Magic: Quick Gear.

Bartholomew once again counteracts the blow with his quick gear and leaves sticks of them hovering around them.

Nizo: "-He ended the fireballs like that" -He is very strong.

Yashina: -What's going on?

Hytori: -This guy's crazy about his head, he thinks we're from an empire.

Yashina: Empire?

Kamero: The same people who attacked on the last day of the tournament, if I'm not mistaken.

Sarina: -Yes, it's them.

Aysa: -ue, but we have nothing to do with them.

Hytori: Yeah, but they don't want to understand that.

Gian and Didier attack again.

Linot: -grrrr! - creating black energy balls and playing against attacks causing them to dissipate.

Hytori: -Good linot!

Nizo: -There we are at a disadvantage, we have to leave fast. - with your flute in hand.

Yashina: -Tunnel of light! - creating a kind of light tunnel so they can get out. we were going here!

A gunshot noise echoes around the site and a projectile passes before Yashina breaking her light screen completely leaving them exposed again.

???: -but they won't.

Hytori: But what was that?

Kamero: Was it a shot?

???: -did you call me sir?

Bartolomeu: -Valentina Devorg, arrived in good time, as always. - looking up.

On top of one of the pilasters was a woman in steampunk-style garb, in possession of a wide-barreled firearm, wearing an ornamented hat on her head, wearing glasses and a cigarette in her mouth.

Valentina: Are these the warriors of the empire? -bumped to the floor. -What a faint one. - Walking over with his cigarette between his fingers.

Hytori: -Who did you call soft spot in? - screaming.

???: -Do not underestimate our opponents, Valentina. Someone with a slurred voice emerges from the shadows wearing a raven mask, black steampunk clothes, a black top hat and a syringe-shaped weapon in his hand.

Velentina: -Dr: Von-Dum ...

Aysa: -Does the guy have a crow mask?

Hytori: This is getting macabre.

Kamero: That's the least, stay alert.

Bartolomeu: -Anyway everyone is here.

Dr Von-Dum: Bartholomew. - nodding his head. -then are they?

Bartholomew: -Yes.

Dr Von-Dum: -All right, let's start the extraction. - pointing his gun at them.

Hytori: -Extraction?

Kamero: -Aysa!

Aysa: -ta! - leaping somersaults in the air, she throws several knives in the air that soon multiply. -taste my new attack, blade festival!

Spinning in the air Aysa starts throwing several of her knives everywhere but unlike previous attacks the knives are red in color.

Gian: What do you mean by that? - sending his owl against her.

Didier: Construson's Magic: Shadow Cat! Creating a cat again from its shadow that runs and jumps attacking Aysa.

Kamero: -Ice Magic: Reflector Mirror! - creating 10 ice mirrors around the place including one in the direction the cat was going.

Yashinha: -Light Magic: -Light Round!

Firing several waves of light that when touching the mirrors begin to reflect her attacks making them sharp beams of light.

Bartholomew: -A combined attack? - dodging the spokes and knives coming toward him.

Valentina: -Building magic: fire projectile! Firing several bullets of fire from his weapon at the approaching knives. -what style is this? - near Bartholomew.

Dr Von-Dum: -Um ... -looking in the distance.

Hytori: Now it's my turn! - putting your hands in the air. -magic black: claw arms!

From his arms come shadows that extend into claws.

Hytori: -Saber cut! - going over to Gian who uses his mechanical owl to defend himself from attacks.

Gian: If I keep going like this, my owl is all blown up. - moving away from Hytori.

Didier: -Brother! - joining your brother.

Sarina: -Now they're together ... Wind magic: Gale!

Creating a windstorm within the complex that starts throwing everyone ahead of you away.

Bartholomew: So that was the plan?

Gian: -Those kids.

Didier: Hold on!

Valentina: -aaaaar.

Being dragged by the high winds of Sarina who was giving her all in this attack.

Dr Von-Dum: That is. - seeing a pendant dangling from Sarina's neck in the wind. -impossible.

Bartolomeu: That's enough! Building magic: modified gear!

Bartholomew uses his magic to create an image of a gear in front of him that joins two others creating a working cycle that begins to spin giving rise to a sword that rips the winds toward Sarina.

Hytori: -Sarina! - Shouting as he goes towards her.

Sarina: -...!

Dr Von-Dum: Skill magic: scalpel! - emerging from a crow.

Von-Dum stops Bartholomew's attack with a scalpel before Sarina is hit.

Kamero: Did you see that?

Yashina: -He stopped the blow with just a scalpel.

Aysa: -He came out of a crow ...

Nizo: -... - sitting on a pillar.

Hytori: -Sarina, are you ok? - panting.

Sarina: -Yes, I'm fine.

Valentina: What do you think you are doing?

Gian: -A traitor?

Didier: -Who would say.

Bartholomew: -Von-Dum?

Dr Von-Dum: Forgive me my intrusion, but I couldn't let something happen to this girl after what I saw. - Looking at Sarina. -this girl is a saint.

Bartolomeu: -Santa?

Sarina: -...!

Valentina: He's lying.

Dr von-dum: I don't waste my time lying my face.

Velntina: -Then prove it.

Dr Von-Dum: -Okay. - going to Sarina.

Sarina: -What do you think you're doing your ...

Hytori: -She's back! - trying to move more his body was heavy. -I can't move.

Kamero: -How?

Aysa: -that?

Yashina: -My body doesn't move either.

Kamero: -When he ... - realizes that all the time the doctor was standing he was actually spreading something that they inhaled and ended up getting their bodies heavy.

Nizo: -Serva dasfret ... - Feeling your body rigid. -this guy is dangerous.

Sarina: -What did you do? - trying to move.

Dr Von-Dum: It's just a weed that makes your limbs stiff, no big deal, a precaution so to speak.

Bartholomew: -Von ..

Dr Von-Dum: Yes, see the symbol of holiness. - showing the pendant that Sarina carries with her.

Bartholomew: Is that true?

Sarina: -Of course it is, I'm Sarina Aimada, the wind saint, Daughter of Saruka and Barsel Aimada.

Bartolomeu: -Saruka ...

Valentina: It can't be ...

Gian: -She is the daughter of the Most Holy ...

Didier: -Rose of the winds ... - completing his brother's milling.

The four builders kneel before Sarina as they realize who she was.

Yashina: -...

Kamero: -...

Aysa: -...

Hytori: -What ...

Nizo: "-a saint"

Sarina: What do you think they are doing? - annoyed by their gesture.

Gian: -Your mother is someone we admired a lot.

Didier: -And we still admire.

Valentina: She helped raise this place when the war was finally over.

Von-Dum: -Your mother was one of the founders here, along with Bartholomew, Ezek and Madoka.

Sarina: -my mother? - unbelieving.

Kamero: That explains why she came here shortly after the incident.

Yashina: -Yeah.

Hytori: Now that it's all clear, can you free us from this paralysis? - screaming.

Dr Von-Dum: Excuse me. By snapping his fingers he nullifies the magic he had cast before.

Aysa: -what a relief-rubbing my hands over her body.

Nizo: -Then it was all a misunderstanding?

Bartolomeu: -Madoka was here after she escaped death in the battle in which the ancient wind saint died, to take refuge and forget that fateful day, she feared that something would happen and hid here, but the insistence of the kingdom that she All you know about that day is said to have upset you.

Sarina: -Turbed?

Gina: -Yes, she started having anxiety attacks, got paranoid.

Didier: Until one day she disappeared.

Kamero: Did you?

Valentina: We thought she feared her whereabouts would be discovered and they would finish what the battle at Lovregod began.

Yashina: So she's not here really.

Dr Von-Dum: No, she's been gone a long time, and since that day we've been keeping an eye on everyone who wants to know about her.

Nizo: That's why they attacked us, but their tactic of attacking first and asking later is not very plausible, they could have started a war here.

Hytori: You talk as if you helped a lot in the fight.

Bartholomew: Forgive us.

Kamero: -Good, everything is already solved, now we are at square one.

Sarina: Damn, that was our only clue in years.

Bartholomew: Why the interest in her?

Sarina: My father was attacked by an empire cleric and is in a deep sleep caused by black magic. - keeps your eyes watering.

Hytori: -Sarina ... - Holding her hand.

Velentina: I see, but couldn't Dr Von-Dum help? - looking at him.

Sarina: Can you? - Looking at the man with crow mask.

Dr Von-Dum: Unfortunately my knowledge of black magic is almost zero, it couldn't help much.

Sarina: -pox.

Hytori: -The guy walks in this gothic style and doesn't mess with black magic ...

Aysa: -Who would say in kkk.

Dr Von-Dum: If it was something only in my mind could I manipulate as I did to you who saw me coming out of a crow when it was really just an illusion ...

Kamero: -...

Yashina: -...

Hytori: -What ???

Aysa: That's scary.

Nizo: -Do you swear you thought he had come out of the crow?

Hytori: -And not you?

Nizo: -Of course not.

Hytori: -Legious.

Laughter

Bartolomeu: If it is good for something, we once knew that someone was doing "miracles" in a town near here, we thought it was her, but we avoided going there so as not to cause any problems.

Aysa: -She may not be there anymore.

Kamero: Yeah, but that's the only clue we have now.

Yashina: It's not just the mayor's life that's throwing me away, it's also Hytori's health and mine.

Aysa: Even so, we have no guarantee that she will help us.

Bartolomeu: -Madoka may be hardheaded and want to be alone but she always helps when needed, she will not let you down, that's for sure.

Kamero: -Well, let's take a risk, where is this city?

Bartholomew: -The city is north of here, it's called Bennevide the golden city.

Aysa: -Dourada ...

Hytori: Where is that?

Nizo: I know where it is.

Kamero: Getting you as our guide was the best thing we've ever done.

Hytori: Speak for yourself.

Valentina: "-Guide?"

Yashina: -Do you know how to get there?

Nizo: -Yes.

Bartolomeu: Very well, Gian and Didier prepare supplements and equipment for the trip.

Gian: -Yes

Didier: -Yes.

Bartolomeu: - Come with me. - moving to the highest level of the Seismet complex.

Linot: -grrr. - becomes energy and goes back to the seal on Hytori's hand.

Everyone follows Bartholomew to a place full of airships and flying boats.

Bartolomeu: -Your trip is going to be long, they needed a bigger vehicle, so I give you this, the sky cruiser.

The flying boat he points to is twice the size of what they bought, is a red yellow boat full of sails and cannons on its sides. a full hot air balloon holds its weight in the air, that was an imposing boat by its name.

Hytori: -Wow, this is a flying boat sir.

Sarina: Thank you very much.

Bartholomew: That's the least I can do for the daughter of the one who was my best friend. - a tear down your cheek.

Sarina: -Bartolomeu ...

Gian: -Mrs. Everything is ready.

Didier: We supplied the vehicle with supplements.

Valentina: -That fast on, you two are always slow.

Dr Von-Dum: If you find Madoka give it to her. - showing a stamp on a paper.

Kamero: What would that be?

Dr Von-Dum: -is the symbol of our alliance, the mark of the builders.

Valentina: When she sees this she will know they are reliable.

Yashina: -Thank you.

Kamero: We were going.

Aysa: -There's the nausea back.

Dr Von-Dum: Take that.

Aysa: -What is it?

Dr Von-Dum: A medicine for seasickness from flying breezes.

Aysa: -Jeez, I liked you.

Hytori: -Ready, she has now fallen in love with the raven man.

Aysa: -What did you say in?

They get on the flying vehicle.

Kamero: -Good, now it's up to you Captain.

Aysa: That title fit you well.

Nizo: -Thank you, I think.

Hytori: -We'll find her Sarina.

Sarina: -Yes.

Yashina: -to Bennevide.

They leave the city heading north on the sky cruiser on the Bartolome platform and the others wave goodbye to them.

Bartolomeu: -Good luck, boys.

Valentina: -That guide ...

Gian: Who has the guide?

Valentina: -There's something about him

Didier: -What was it like him ?.

Valentina: No, although he's cute, but he doesn't seem to be who he is.

Didier: It's your head.

Gian: Sure.

Valentina: I hope so.

Bartholomew: Let's get back to work.

Dr Von-Dum: -Madoka, wherever you are. Clenching his fist. -I hope you're well. - Watching the boat go to the horizon.

In the year 2030 after world events, technology will start to become even more part of the daily lives of people in general and thanks to this advance, virtual reality games have taken new directions and thus a new VR game called MMO: Isekai no RPG has emerged, where players when putting on glasses are taken to another world, a typically medieval fantasy world where they become the characters themselves, going through epic adventures and struggles. 

The success was such that in one week thousands already had an account in the game, the Japanese developers were so surprised with what they celebrate the feat never seen before, however something happened, the players did not want to leave the game anymore and many abandoned their real lives to live "a virtual life in another world."

As Raymond was about to open his mouth and give his self-introduction, he looked at Miss Interpretation's pretty face, and something felt very wrong. Very very wrong. So wrong that Raymond's mouth was sealed shut and anxiety encompassed him. He felt a burning feeling in his chest that tried to constrain his every action. It was as if there was a war going on inside his body.

His heart started beating so fast he felt as if he was one heartbeat away from a heart attack.

He sweat profusely all over his body.

The top half of his body was completely petrified like a rabbit that had just seen a fox.

His legs locked together and shook violently.

He pointed his head down to avoid eye contact.

Raymond wondered why he felt this way, and he soon figured out why. It was because he had come to an epiphany. The epiphany that in order to get girls to fall for him he had to actually talk to them. Now of course, Raymond knew he had to talk to girls to get them to love him, but he didn't think he had to actually talk to them. He thought he would just have to say a few sentences here and there and show off his kind personality. Maybe he'd do a girl a favor. Then a girl would find him cute and she'd be his. But now he had to have a serious conversation with a girl, and the fact that he unexpectedly just had to have one now made him realize that he was going to have to do this a couple more times before a girl fell for him.

(If this conversation came so unexpectedly, then that must mean I need to be prepared to give more conversations like this one. Conversations that will undoubtedly happen considering they can happen anywhere, anytime.)

And these kinds of conversations posed a massive problem. Why? Because aside from that one incident in 8th grade, Raymond had been an incredibly socially anxious and inept loser his entire life. In fact, in that moment he believed that there wasn't a single person in his state of California that had as bad interpersonal skills as him. And Raymond's social issues multiplied exponentially when it came to talking to people he was attracted to.

Whenever he had tried to talk to people, he had always felt painful burning sensations that felt like they were trying to constrain every muscle in his body, and because of it he would either not talk, or talk improperly. This would cause him to fail to interact with "normies" (what Raymond liked to refer to "normal people" as), and have to make what little friends he could with the "weirdos" in his area. Chatting it up with weirdos of course just means that he was never able to talk to normies. Because he couldn't talk to normies, he tried to avoid them. Since he avoided them he either didn't interact with anyone or had to talk to weirdos. Because he didn't talk to normies, he grew to dislike being around them. And because of that, he tried to avoid them. And this downward spiral feedback loop continued and still continues to go on and on. And up until now Raymond felt that all because he now had something resembling a plan, he could easily get out of that loop, and not just get a friend, but a girlfriend. But of course, things aren't all that simple. All because you have a plan doesn't in any way mean it's going to succeed. He had to seriously talk to a girl, something that made him anxious, and even if he could suppress his nerves, he'd been a nerdy antisocial talentless loser his entire life and had nothing good to say about himself.

(I thought they gave up on these "bully the awkward kid" bullshit rituals back in middle school, but it seems like I'll never escape these things.)

Raymond knew he couldn't just sit there and had to think of something to say. Raymond began to think of a plan to overcome his fear of speaking to Miss Interpretation.

(Okay, I'll start my self-introduction on the count of five.

One...

Two...

Three...

Four...

Five...

Six...

Seven…

Eight...

Wait, I counted past Five!)

Now having failed his own defense mechanism, Raymond began to panic.

(Mayday Mayday!

This ship is about to crash.

Everyone get into the lifeboats as fast as possible.

Oh no it's too late!

AHHHHHHHH!)

And that was when Raymond was hit with a second epiphany.

(My Plan isn't 'How to Cure a Single Boyfriend', it's 'How to Fix a Moronic Incel)

He began to wonder what sick god looked at his life resume filled monkey spanking and Sonic the Hedgehog playing. A resume where there would be a section titled "Previous Sexual Experience" and all there would be in that section are the words, "Be sure to write something here before you submit!". And after that sick god looked at his life resume he said, "Oh yea, I'm sure THAT guy would make a great romance protagonist!"

But then Raymond realized that the "sick god" was himself. He was the one that decided he would try to get a girlfriend.

Though there was no reason talking to her should have been this hard. Raymond started pondering about his current situation.

(Wait, there's no way I'd be this anxious if this happened a year ago, and I'm not even doing any serious romance protagonist kind of stuff. How is it possible that I'm feeling this way? Sure I'm talking to the woman I've already shipped myself with, and my social anxiety has always been terrible, but there's no reason it should be this bad. What could have happened between my high school graduation and now that caused me to become such a little bitch?)

And that's when Raymond came to his third epiphany.

(God dammit, I must have spanked my monkey so hard I've become retarded!)

…

(Well actually, the reason I feel this way might have something to do with the lonely summer months leading up to this day.)

At this point, Raymond and Miss Interpretation had been sitting in awkward silence for about ten seconds. With his anxiety starting to decreased a little from the passing of time, Raymond thought up another plan to get himself to give a self-introduction. Raymond decided that he didn't have to be truthful, and could just say whatever was sitting at the bottom of his mind. His introduction didn't even have to be fully conscious. If what he said was more or less just his stream of consciousness, he could talk without battling his nerves too much. He just had to fill the air with his words. Of course he would have to filter out his dirty thoughts in order for his plan to work. So in other words, he could only speak 10% of his mind.

Raymond took a deep breath and started talking, "H-hello m-my name i-is Raymond Mcgregory. I l-live in California. I own a dog. I love my dog. I pet my dog every day. I want to work as a zoo keeper and I like to eat shiitake mushrooms. Heh heh heh heh"

Raymond realised that there was so much wrong with what he had just said. First, it was obvious he lived in California. If not, how the hell was he attending his school? Second, he spent half of his introduction talking about his dog. And third, he didn't even own a dog.

Raymond wanted to speak up and correct himself, but just as he was about to open his mouth Miss Interpretation responded to Raymond in a soft monotone voice, 

"....Okay."

Raymond's heart pulsated violently.

(HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! SHE ACTUALLY TALKED TO ME! HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE I HAD A NORMAL CONVERSATION WITH A GIRL MY AGE? AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN OSTRACIZE ME FOR WHAT I SAID! I'M SO HAPPY! THIS CALLS FOR A SPECIAL CELEBRATION!!!)

...

(Actually, should I be worried that I just considered that to be a "normal conversation"?)

Now that Raymond had gone through hell and back and returned relatively unscathed, he felt very relieved. In fact, Raymond was so relieved that when Miss Interpretation gave her self-introduction, he just sat there thinking about how relieved he was and didn't listen to a single word she said. After Miss Interpretation was done speaking, class resumed and the teacher took up nearly the next two hours of class talking about some stupid trite like "the benefits of getting a good night's sleep!"

Towards the end of the class Raymond heard something that really got his attention.

"On the first day of week three there will be a little group project due. You and the same partner you gave your class introduction to will be in a two person group and the two of you will blah blah blah blah blah blah."

The teacher went on and on about how the project was going to improve people's interpersonal skills or some useless dribble like that. However in the dribble Raymond heard the teacher say, "Since we don't have much time in class to do the project, you and your partner will have to meet outside of class in order to finish it."

To Raymond the teacher's words meant one thing: a date.

(SHIT

JUST

GOT

REAL!!!)

Burning excitement and dreadful fear duked it out inside of Raymond's head, and fear was winning. He had never been on a date. He was shaking. Or at least he would have been shaking if the teacher didn't want the class to partake in one last bullshit ritual, as the teacher wanted the whole class to get into a circle and talk about the class norms. Raymond unenthusiastically got up from his seat and got into the circle.

After everyone got into the circle the teacher said, "This circle looks more like an oval. Some people should hold hands to help turn this oval into an actual circle."

(Holding hands? What are we in kindergar-)

Raymond paused his thoughts when he felt something grab one of his hands. He turned his head and looked to see what it was. It was Miss Interpretation. She was grabbing one of his hands. One of his sweaty greasy disgusting hands.

(HOLY FUCK! MY WISH OF ROMANTICALLY HOLDING HANDS (almost) CAME TRUE (and it was with a girl too)!)

A shock wave of pleasure and confidence pulsated through Raymond's spine, went to his brain, and finally made its way into his pants.

(If I can just lift my social anxiety, I could show Miss Interpretation the full brunt of my outstanding personality and get her to fall for me on our date. I have the sweetness of 50 Twinkies combined, the mental strength of the warriors from the myths that my ancestors told, wittier than Albert Einstein and Dr. Seuss combined, and I can get into a woman's head better than Dr. Phil could ever wish he could. I'm about to soar higher than the most potted up of pot heads to ever exist! Look out world, a new romance hero has been born! First, hand holding. Next, the world!)

Little did Raymond know that by believing that the personality he possessed was something exceptional, he was merely believing in the same thing that those who actually do manage to remember things that never happened believe in:

Their imagination.

And by believing in his imagination, he was creating the same thing that a fool who rides on a merry-go-round and then has the idiocy to brag about how fast his horse is creates:

A delusion.

Fortunately for Raymond however, he had some time to prepare for his date with destiny. Maybe he could make something out of nothing.

18 year-old Raymond McGregory considers himself to be one of the nicest guys out there and a true dominant male. However despite his supposed accolades Raymond is single by choice…... of others, and the only relationships he’s ever had are with his left hand and his couch sleeve. One day the “tfw no gf” is felt strongly within Raymond, and he decides to hatch out a plan to get a girlfriend. But his plan falls apart when he comes to the realization that in order to get girls to fall for him he has to actually talk to them. This isn’t an easy task for Raymond as he suffers from extreme social anxiety. On top of that he’s a massive nerd, not very bright, delusional, and is honestly the kind of guy that would get fourth place in a three-man race. Later Raymond comes across a group of people on the internet known as "Incels" who seem to be in a similar  position as he is, but their views on the opposite sex and society seem very wicked. However they say they can help Raymond. Will Raymond seek help from these sinister people or will he try to keep a heart of gold?

Furthermore, can Raymond get girls to love him despite not being able to talk to them? How much control does Raymond have over his plan? And How do you  fix a moronic incel? Find out all of this and more in this dark satirical romantic comedy filled with nice guys, deep philosophical underpinnings, and strong gay undertones.

This webnovel can also be viewed on Royal Road Legends:

https://www.royalroadl.com/fiction/18749/how-to-fix-a-moronic-incel

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