In a dark alleyway Adam is discharged out of his body in a somewhat honorable fashion only to be received by a female host. He assumes a new identity Eve and begins a journey of a humble dew farmer, but what will the future have in store for him/her?

this is just a book im reading and need the audio function! so dont waste time here im already in chapte 55 or something

Jason kept opening his mouth but couldn't say anything.  
He even stood up and approached the teleprompter to read if it really is dildos. He sat down and looked at the reporter.
"Is this some sort of sick joke? I am a distinguished war analyst who served on many battles against Canada and Russia. And you're making me sit here and talk about dildos?" Jason glared.
"Si-Sir! It's really the report! This is also the first time I'm reading it!" The reporter then turned back to the camera and continued.
"Mo-moving on. Let's read what the report has to say… Reports of bright light exploded out of the area where the Africans believe to be Fifth Fortress. In the Saudi Caliphate Region. The bright light was strong that those on the shore of Africa claimed to have seen a sun appearing and disappearing on the horizon. Ok… it looks like we are back in business. No more dildo nonsense… Thankfully." The reported laughed.  
Jason's angry glare changed.
"A bright light? Interesting."
"Could you tell what this might be?"
"Pangean Everbright. That's one possibility. But this one seems to be an enhanced version. It looks like it must have been so bright since your correspondent was actually able to name the base which was attacked. I was going to tell you to fire that man for that inappropriate report. But hopefully, we are way past that."  
"Right. Right. That was just… stupid. Moving on with the report… The African government detected several powerful energy fluctuations and confirmed that Dune World was activated. Furthermore, A Sand Golem was created in that sandstorm. Erm… Mr. Jason, what are Sand Golems."
The moment the reporter mentioned Sand golems, the expression of Jason changed.
"Alright. I take it back. Don't fire that correspondent of yours! It looks like this is the real deal! Sand Golem is a very top secret protocol in the Caliphates! It's not something that civilians know!"
"Oh, thank God." The reporter sighed in great relief.  
"What exactly is this Sand Golem?"
"It uses advanced Dune tech to make the sandstorm engulf one Armor. Sounds weak, right? It's not! A Sand Golem can take on a full nuke and still fight! It's amazing how your correspondent got that info! That's just great journalism! The Caliphates doesn't use it. In fact, from the reports and information we have, they have yet to activate that protocol!"
"Wow. That's very amazing! So is this one of the reasons why the Caliphate is tough to attack?"
"Yes. Its Dune Technology counters EMP, Lightning Rod, you name it! If a Sand Golem has been summoned, it means the threat of this attack was so real! I think that the earlier report is true!"
"It-it-it is? The dildos?!"
Maybe your correspondent talked about the dildos because it was a cover for the WGP to steal the real weapon! You know, go in, make some strange actions that draw attention, and while everyone is focused on a nonsensical operation, a weapon is stolen! And that stolen weapon is something strong enough to make the Caliphates use Dune World and Sand Golems!!"
"Of course! You're right! That's probably it! Amazing deduction!"
"I think the correspondent of yours knows how to tell a story! This is delivering news with excitement and thrill. He knows that War Analysts will be looking into this, so he or she must have been trying to add intrigue to this report. He had me going there. But now I see the bigger picture. Give that correspondent a raise!"
"I see. A little out of the box, but it seems it's effective."
"Well… such reports are only appreciated depending on who the war analyst is." Jason laughed.
"Indeed! Our station is thankful to have you, Mr. Blanco! Let's see where this report is going…" The reporter turned back to the teleprompter.
"This raid becomes critical to understanding the battle. Fifth Fortress was the second base identified to have been attacked. We were able to identify the base because of the weapons that were used. While the African government hasn't yet made confirmation of the attack, our team has come into contact with an important informant who offered to tell us the battle. The battle in the Caliphates was so chaotic, so brutal that it prompted this soldier to turn tail, flee the Caliphates, cross the Red Sea and escape to Africa. After interviewing him, we are convinced that the earlier actions of the WGP in stealing dildos are a part of a greater plot."
"Brilliant! Now that is a reporter!" Jason praised.
"They have found a fleeing soldier even before the African government found him? That's amazing!"
The reporter could not help but puff his chest in pride.
"Indeed! We actually have information that the government couldn't find! Let's see… There seemed to be some audio file attached to this report. The attached audio file is our interview with the soldier that had fled. Now keep in mind, ladies and gentlemen, this audio is being played for the first time!"
The audio file was played.
"Tell us what you saw." A man's voice asked.
"The battle there was very chaotic. It all started with a lone soldier attacking who we weren't able to catch or kill. We were told not to kill him, and he was able to kill a little over thirty soldiers. Maybe more!"
"Thirty soldiers? An amazing pilot! That has to be a Commander Level!" Jason exclaimed.
The audio continued…
"Why couldn't you kill him?"
"I don't know. He was being controlled by someone else. The moment we got him, more attacks arrived as a large Pokémon surfaced from the sea."
"A large… Pokémon?"
"That's right. I know it was one! I've seen it! But I'm not that of a gamer. My son owns a game with it. But that Pokémon fought and killed a lot of my friends. And then they deployed a strange tech. That was the most bizarre weapon I've seen! It wasn't in any of our briefings of possible techs. No one could identify it!"
"It's the weapon!" Jason added. He had a strange expression when he heard Pokémon but assumed that the soldier might have just been a nerd of some sorts.
"I couldn't understand it… What I know is that this weapon is so powerful it tore apart our base! It nullified the Dune World's power and destroyed us from the inside out!"
Jason was stunned. This technology could rule the world!
"And somehow, it is connected to dildos."
There was silence. The person interviewing the soldier didn't know what to say.
The studio that was playing the audio also fell into a strange silence.
Jason had a very disturbed expression.
"Dildos? As in the sex toys?" The interviewer finally asked.
"The very same. I was wondering why it was around the base. Dildos were everywhere. I couldn't understand why. Someone had scattered dildos all over the base."
"Scattered dildos?"
"Yes! Some of these elite secret soldiers with bombs in their hearts even kept shouting something about the dildos. There was a secret behind this object that we just didn't know! I even grabbed a hold on to some out of curiosity?"
"What did these dildos do?"
"Nothing! It was just a plain old dildo! Hard and bendy." The soldier shrugged.
"What?!" The interviewer asked.
"WHAT?!" Jason Blanco shouted.
"So it didn't do anything harmful?"
"That's the mystery! It did! Some soldiers were waving it, and the WGP retreated when they found out that we had dildos!"
"Wait… Your army uses dildos?"
"Apparently. The elite team called Planted all had them. One managed to use it to hit and wound a WGP! It was a Fleet Admiral! And the dildo damaged the suit! It broke through layers and layers of the force field and wounded the Fleet Admiral that the WGP had to retreat!"
"The dildo that your armies used wounded a WGP Fleet Admiral? That's a suit closest to those Iron Mans in Russia!"
"Yes! I saw it with my own eyes!"
"How did the weapon work?"
"Well… It pierced the Fleet Admiral."
"Pierced?"
"Yeah! I mean… That's what dildos do, right?!"
There was silence once more.
Jason's expression was extremely ugly.
"Mister- Mister Jason. Let's wait. You said it yourself… maybe this report will later clarify what's going on, and the soldier and the correspondent is merely um… building excitement."
"Yes. What else can build up excitement  but dildos, right?" Jason shouted sarcastically.
"Also. There was another group called the Lost Primordial. They were attacking us!"
"Wait. It wasn't the WGP that was attacking you?"
"At first. But then the Pokémon and that other group attacked. There Exoskeleton of this Lost Primordial was a Supreme Exoskeleton. It was the real thing! It was an Iron Man! They also attacked and fought each other. Our base merely became the fighting ground for these crazy people!"
"Wait. Iron Man, Pokémon and the WGP?"
"Yes! An,d they all obsessed and used dildos! Each had strange powers! I heard they called it Phallic Techs or something! The WGP and the Iron Man were talking about it."
"What did the Iron Man look like?"
"It was an Exoskeleton with strange dildos around it. The WGP also had dildos all over its suit."
"Dildos again?"
"Yeah. I don't get it either?"
"So, in your opinion, are these dildos important weapons?"
"I saw the power! I figured that our base got destroyed because of these dildos! But, here's another thing. Somehow, a guy named General Vender Hirock and Gender Vender was in the mix."
"Who is that?"
"I don't know! Someone from the WGP? I know that name is after an African General, but he must have been using an alias! In fact, there were three of them! One was in an Exoskeleton, and another was something called a Planted?"
"What are Planteds?"
"The elite group with bombs that I just said earlier. From what I know, sleeper agents of some sort. Or probably people who were forced to serve General Joab Barak. The Caliphates will soon have a civil war. That General was into some nasty business. They are called Planted because they have undetectable bombs planted on their heart!"
"How horrifying!"
At this point, the reporter was hoping that Jason would somehow calm down. The information being discussed turned into a more serious and believable turn.
Jason tried to contain his anger and drank some water.
"Let's circle back to the Vender Hirock people. You said three. An Exoskeleton, a Planted and who was the third!"
"And the last one was an exhibitionist."
"PFFFT!" Jason spat out the water.
"An exhibitionist?"
"That's what I saw! It was chaos! Planteds, Pioneers, and Presiders were being mentioned! And then that another P was thrown out! And when that P was thrown out, I walked away!"
"Another letter P?"
"You see, in the height of the battle, I was already on the sea watching the battle with a telescope. The battle ended when General Joab Barak threw a large rocket that caused the bright light. He threw it at the Planted, who was saying he was General Vender Hirock. The WGP rescued the other Vender Hirock, and after that, they were all gone."
"They rescued the Exoskeleton?"
"No. Ok. This is just my opinion here, alright? That battle was downright weird. The WGP rescued the man who was naked. I think the three people were pretending to be that Vender Hirock. General Joab Barak wanted to kill him. The WGP wanted to save him."
"So who won?"
"I don't know! General Barak attacked the Planted the WGP saved the exhibitionist because he showed them his erm… you know?"
"What?"
"His saber."
"His Light Saber? His Contained Flame Saber?"
"No! I mean, his, you know…"
"His dildo?"
"Not that! His real stuff?"
"His real stuff?"
"His Papa Echo November India Sierra."
"Is that a weapon? What was it again? Papa- what?"
"No! I mean his junk! His stuff! His Johnny! His Mandalorian! That! His- !" A censoring beep resounded.
"His- ?" Another censoring beep resounded.
The reporter, who was swallowing his own saliva out of nervousness, choked on it.
  "Yes!"
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"Cut the damn audio! I had enough of this crap!" Jason exclaimed as he flipped the nearby table.
The audio was immediately stopped.
"Fire that idiot correspondent! How dare he interviews an insane man! How dare he!"
"Alright! Alright! Quick! Cut to commercial!" The reporter urged as he stood up to stop the raging war analyst.
The news circulated around the globe.
But to certain people, this odd and comical news made them feel a sense of fear that they have never before felt on earth.
Presider, Pioneer, and Planted were reported. It didn't take long for the Aragarian population to find out about the ongoing massacre of Planteds in the Caliphate bases.  
Straviaa watched the news as she had an extremely ugly expression. She called the only Presider she could trust.
"Straviaa? Why are you calling me?" An older man answered with a grunt.
"Enderks. I am calling you because I believe it's you who knows what to do. I am sending you a video file from one of the turncoats of Pridgeon's Pioneers. Watch it and stream the trending news that you see in that news channel from the Americas."
"What's the main point? If it's not interesting, I'll-"
"I have proof of Pridgeon's betrayal. He might have killed Crostfree and possibly stolen his techs. The video file will detail several techs that Pridgeon has not shown. He could be a mid-tiered Presider! And if he has Crostfree's tech, he could be a high-tiered one!"
"What?"
"I called you because you're the only one who has the guts and the impatient personality to do what I plan. Help me kill Pridgeon!"


An alien race invaded the Earth on June 6, 2128. At the midst of this war, many nations allied with the alien threat and the war nearly wiped out the rebelling humans of the planet. At the edge of mankind's survival, the United Nations Army launched its forces to eliminate the immediate stellar threats that loomed over Earth.

General Seeker Carlean, commander and leader of the mission, risked and gave his life to destroy the immediate stellar threat. The battle was won though Earth lay in ruins. Perhaps mankind will live to see a few years of peace before the alien threat returns to wipe out their existence.

At the immediate aftermath of the stellar battle, the fallen Seeker Carlean awakens and finds himself at aged 17, living the peaceful life he lived 16 years before he died.

So begins a new game in the battle for humanity's survival.

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Cover art by Jayps. http://www.behance.net/Jayps

Over the next few days, everyone was busy working on Lager's magic recording device LY One.
Lucifer was already a hacker technological geek before he came to the universe. It was no problem for him to change his specialty—after all, he was a smart man with an IQ of 180. This was simple to him.
So, three days later, Lucifer stood on the square outside Storm City with the latest completed helmet-type magic recording device, also named LY Three, modified by Lager.
"Young Master, I'm going to start." Lucifer licked his lips. "Let me try the effect of this device, hehe. I feel it will be good."
"En…" Hong Dali touched his chin, then made a wise decision. "Wait a minute. We're still too near to the city. Li Yang, prepare the spacecraft!"
"Okay." Li Yang gave his classic response and soon came with the spacecraft. "Young Master, where are we going?"
"Fly, as far as possible." Hong Dali casually pointed in one direction. "There, fly for 800 kilometers before saying more!"
Ooh la la, seeing that they were flying so far from the city, they should be in for a big show! Everyone went on the spacecraft and they set off immediately
To travel on a spacecraft within a planet was indeed fast. Ten minutes later, in a vast desert.
"Alright, it's okay here." As a protector of nature, Hong Dali naturally would not let Lucifer use his ability in a graceful environment. This guy's ability was very strange. Heaven knew what kind of effect it would cause. What if he caused the inactive volcano under Storm City to erupt? Or if he caused an earthquake?
"Alright, we'll do it here, then." Lucifer felt this was a good place as well. It was suitable for his ability.
Hence, he used the floating device to stand in the sky. Hong Dali and the others took the spacecraft almost 2,000 meters away to watch.
"Dali," Tang Muxin said softly, "how do you think this Heartbreaker's curse is like?"
"How would I know?" Hong Dali was not sure, either. Towards Lucifer's ability, he could never fully grasp how it worked. But he knew it was very powerful. "Anyway, it's sure to have a big effect. Don't worry."
The others were extremely curious. No one knew what Lucifer would come up with. Of course, they would soon find out…
"Zing—" First, there was a terrifying zinging sound. The windows on the spacecraft that Hong Dali and the others were on all shattered and fell on the ground in a crash. Everyone quickly covered their ears with their hands.
The effect of Lucifer's Sound Soul Stone after his abilities were awakened was terrifying, indeed. The most important thing was that it did not even use audio. When the ability was used, the sound was like drilling an awl into one's ear. It was no use to cover their ears.
"Huuhuuhuuhuu—!!!" After the sound that made one cringed, the originally calm desert was turned upside down instantly. Yellow sand was everywhere. All they could see was sand.
Sandstorm! A sandstorm that was five to six hundred meters tall pushed forward like a bulldozer shoveling. One could not even see their hands in front of them.
"Damn, so fierce!" Hong Dali and others looked down at the desert from the spacecraft below, stunned. It seemed the effect of Lucifer's curse had gotten more powerful. This was a sandstorm. Looking at its scale, it was probably capable of burying a county-sized city when it was over!
Speaking of which, did this guy transmigrate? Was he the one that buried the ancient City of Loulan?!
Of course, Hong Dali had clearly underestimated Lucifer's ability, or rather, underestimated his own luck.
It was not his fault. Lucifer and he were like two different sides of a coin. Hong Dali had unbeatable luck and Lucifer had unbeatable misfortune. Especially when they were both together…
"Boom, rumble—" The sandstorm raged in the sky, and just under Lucifer's feet, the yellow sand began to vibrate continuously. It felt almost like an earthquake. Endless sand dunes shook and the dull sounds rang in everyone's ears. 
"What's this?" Li Nianwei looked at the sand dune below and gently tugged Hong Dali's clothes. She frowned. "Young Master, there seems to be something in the sand!"
Something in the sand? It can't be. What could be there?
"It seems Heartbreaker's curse is very strong this time." Hong Dali looked at the sand dune. "It seems there's really something inside… Heck, what a big claw!"
Indeed, among Hong Dali's exclamation, a fifty-meter gigantic claw emerged fiercely from the sand with a "Puchi".
The claw was all white and the tips were sharp as swords. It was a bone claw!
"This, this looks like a dragon claw!" Cutie Ke exclaimed in shock. "It's a dragon claw! This is the remains of a giant dragon!"
Indeed, following the vibrations of the sand dune, a giant dragon's skeleton almost one thousand meters long emerged from the yellow sand! There was more than that. Countless animal skeletons also emerged from the yellow sand!
"Heck, is it an undead army?" Hong Dali's eyes went straight. "There's actually an undead army here? And a dragon's skeleton?!"
It was no wonder he was so shocked. After all, this was supposed to be an uninhabited planet. Giant dragons should not appear here.
But why was there a giant dragon's skeleton under the sand? And it was obvious that it was an undead giant dragon that had been domesticated! Look at the yellow mist coming out from its eyes!
"Wuuga—" After its skeleton emerged from the sand, it arched and roared into the sky, spreading its wings. Then, it dashed into the sky! The skeletons of the other animals roared in unison!
"Zhi zhi—" Another ear-piercing sound was heard. Lucifer had begun to use his curse ability again.
Along with the sound, the bone dragon that had originally intended to fly away suddenly came to a halt. Then, it turned its head and looked at Lucifer who was floating in the sky. After a slight pause, it adjusted its body and flew toward Lucifer. Then, it obediently stopped in front of Lucifer.
"Wahahahaha, this Heartbreaker, did you just summon a very high-end ride?!" Hong Dali's eyes were radiating light. Bone dragon! This was a bone dragon! This was one of the most impressive rides! It was just one notch below Five-Colored Empress Cutie Ke!
Now, Lucifer had his own exclusive ride. Hong Dali and the others were extremely happy. One student looked at the giant bone dragon, full of envy. "There'll only be benefits following Young Master, indeed! All it took was one trip to bring back an entire undead army…"
Before he finished speaking, a quick-witted student hugged Hong Dali's thigh. "Big Brother Dali, you're my real brother! Are you still accepting lackeys? If you are, please consider me first!"
Damn it, you're robbing in broad daylight!
Everyone joked and laughed for a while. Hong Dali looked at the bones of the countless animals below, touched his chin, then mumbled. "Speaking of which, why is there a bone Dragon here? It's very strange…"
At this moment, Ere said softly, "Possibly, an undead magician died here."
"Oh? Undead magician?" Hong Dali looked at Ere. "You mean the bone dragon and the bones of the other animals were refined by the undead magician?"
"En, that should be the case," Ere nodded affirmatively. "Generally speaking, only undead magicians from the magic dimension can summon undead animals."
"Dali, it's highly possible." Tang Muxin jabbed Hong Dali gently and said softly, "Remember the three cultivators? They could have been here to hunt down the undead magician…"
Possible, very possible.
"En, since so many years have passed, I won't probe further. Anyway, this bone dragon matches well with Lucifer. Let's leave it as such. We've been out for so many days, it's time to return." He snapped his fingers. "Return to the capital!"
Soon, they returned to the outskirts of Storm City. Since they were ready to return to Shenglong Star, the next step was to pack up their things. Before they left, Hong Dali called Yin Tianzong over and smiled as he said, "Brother Tianzong, I will need you to hold the fort in the short time. En, Zero will stay back to accompany you. I'll leave two spacecraft here as well. Next, I need to trouble you to spread the news. The preparations for our grand plan have begun. Hehe." 
"Deal, no problem. The environment here is not bad." Yin Tianzong gave Hong Dali a big hug. "Dali, don't forget to come back often when you're free."
"Don't worry, I will come back often." Hong Dali agreed instantly.
…
In the Milky Way. 
Ragnar was a maniac cultivator. Only 25-years-old, he had been working hard, hoping to become a peerless warrior to rule over the region.
However, in today's daily practice, a glaring light came down from the sky. Then, a huge image appeared in the entire city's sky.
In the middle of the image was a black shadow. A sentence appeared below the black shadow—
"Wealth, Reputation, Strength. A man who owned the entire universe, prodigal Hong Dali, said the following domineering words, "Do you want my wealth? You can have it. Go look for it. I placed all my wealth there!"


"I have to squander; otherwise, won't it be a waste of my parent's talent at earning money?" Hong Dali answers a reporter's question matter-of-factly. 

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System's interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, "I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I'll have to work harder!"

"I want to splurge! I want to squander!"


Di Hao looked up and saw Fan Qianshi riding a black candle to come to see him.
The scales of the pink candle dragon were standing up, and it positioned its head to pick up Di Hao. It roared and rushed up immediately.
"It despised me! It despised me!" Little Black almost curled itself up in disappointment.
Fan Qianshi pulled the lantern on top of its head and said, "You saw it wrong. Anyway, let's go up!"
In fact, Fan Qianshi felt relieved when he saw Di Hao. This little guy was still around. As long as he caught him, he would have leverage against Di Fuyi and Gu Xijiu. 
…
Fan Qianshi thought that Di Hao and the chubby pink dragon would run the desert and make him chase after them like a cat chases a mouse.
Unexpectedly, when he emerged to the surface, Di Hao and the pink candle dragon were standing there waiting for him.
Di Hao still rode on the back of the pink candle dragon, and the pink candle dragon was standing on a dune. The raging sun had stretched their shadows rather widely and made them look quite extraordinary.
Di Hao still looked more or less the same, except that his face was thinner, and he looked a bit tired.
Fan Qianshi then shifted his attention to the pink candle dragon, and he smirked.
Apparently, this was the earth-shattering beauty that Little Black had sung praises about! It was almost willing to sacrifice its owner's wishes just to please the pink candle dragon! 
However, the creature was fat and short, like a winter melon! Although its skin had a unique radiance and appeared pinkish and cute, it was rather mysterious as opposed to beautiful. 
What a horrible sense of beauty Little Black possessed!
Perhaps, Little Black had not seen other candle dragons for so many years, so he treated a pig as a peacock. 
He made a mental note that after they got out from here, he would take Little Black back to the candle dragon clan to meet more creatures of its race and correct its sense of beauty. 
After Little Black was out of the ground, it lowered its head and did not dare to look directly into the eyes of Little Pink, who he thought wanted to kill it. It felt guilty to the point where it not only lowered down its head, but even its lantern was hanging down. Its tail was wagging behind it so vigorously that it almost caused a sandstorm!
Fan Qianshi had raised it for so many years, so naturally, he understood what this action represented.
It was incredibly guilty…
This fella felt extremely guilty!
Nevertheless, Fan Qianshi was very tired of its nonsense. He was angry that Little Black was so useless. He sent him a directed audio to scold him, "Is this short winter melon even worth your time? What are you feeling guilty for?! "
Just then, the lantern on the top Little Black's head immediately straightened again. It was, however, angry. "You can't describe it this way! It's the most beautiful I have ever seen!"
It swayed its body and almost smashed Fan Qianshi away!
Clearly, Fan Qianshi was speechless.
Perhaps, one would always find its lover to be the most beautiful in its eyes. Besides, he was too lazy to correct it now. He would think about it later!
Right now, his eyes were fixed on Di Hao. He smiled and said, "Do you want to come over and receive your punishment, or do I need to go and catch you personally?"
Di Hao returned the smile. "In fact, it is useless to catch me. Once you enter here, you should prepare to stay with us for the rest of your life."
Di Hao was actually somewhat gratified. This place could only be entered. There was no exit. If Fan Qianshi were trapped here for a lifetime, then he would not be able to harm others in the future, and his parent's fate could be changed. 
It would be a worthy sacrifice! 
What's more, Di Hao would not be trapped here for a lifetime. Perhaps when his mother was pregnant, his soul would automatically reincarnate into his mother's fetus!


In a modern world, a professional assassin was murdered by her beloved and found herself revived in an ancient world as a general's daughter with a weak physique. She was engaged to a prince, but because she did not have a nice appearance, her fiancé and sister attempted to kill her. Although she had to struggle to survive, there were also those who unconditionally loves her that supported her in her time of need. 

How does she intend to adapt and survive in such a foreign and hostile world? Follow Gu Xijiu on her journey to discover her one true love!

Paul Walker stopped the audio feed coming through his pad. He would have preferred a video, but those things were not as discrete. He knew one of the voices belonged to the rat, Mare—though even the other sounded quite familiar as well.

"Interesting," He thought, 'Very interesting.'

Before he could continue his pondering any further, his pad blinked with a name he had been waiting for. He tapped the screen.

"Motherfucker! I wake up to the sound of you—you, banging on my fucking doors!? Walker, what in the bloody hell are you doing ignoring the truce we've set!? Do you want to paint the streets red again!?"

The face across the screen looked like that of a 14 year-old boy. With long black hair, pale-brown skin, and golden eyes, the male raged with fury.

"Truce?" Paul laughed and relaxed into his chair a bit more.

He found it interesting how the man looked more youthful than the last time he saw him, but his mind moved to remember the words the Reaper had told him when she came for help in exchange for simply telling her where that boy, Lux, lived. He was already behind on payments for two months, had evaded him for a month, forced him to come knocking personally, and yet he still had the gall to get in trouble with a Reaper? It had its own sort of impressiveness to it.

He narrowed his eyes to the hovering screen before him.

"The City's expanding, you idiots," He mouthed, "That truce is all but a joke now."

And it wouldn't be long before the other two lords caught wind of it.

"Wha—what? Really?"

The boy looked shocked, disbelief was written across his young face, but he didn't care whether the other Slum Lords believed him or not, especially not this one.

"Come out of your shell, Brian, give up the district. Else, I will knock harder."

"Fuck you."

The video cut off. There was silence for a moment.

"Sir?" A voice piqued up behind him.

Paul Walker smiled.

"Phase 2 it is then."

The rat might have escaped his hands, but that didn't matter. Information was only information and he would have to do things a bit more old fashioned, that was fine; there was nothing that couldn't be solved in the slums with absolute might. All that would matter was how loss he needed to knock.

"Get me Chase, as well."

Though, that did not mean he was done with her and her helper.

—————

The ride was momentarily silent. Rose thought about her payment, but her mind still jumped to an even more important oddity she had noticed previously.

"What information were they looking for?" She turned to the passenger sit of the dune-buggy, "Its not about entering the city, is it?"

"Oh god no," Mare chuckled, "The Slum Lords already know how to do that. Bunch of stuck-ups that keep it guarded—I stole the information from them in the first place. I simply thought that would pique your interest more than the real one—it always does."

The girl hadn't seen through her fake caution, but she had been quick on her feet even before then, choosing her words carefully to rile her up to save her. Smart, Rose thought.

"Then, what is the real one?"

The info-broker smiled.

"The location of Brian Chaz's base."

"Who?" Rose tilted her head.

"The Slum Lord that controls half of the 5th rim and the Red District. I've worked with him and his sister multiple times before for espionage and other similar things," Mare spoke matter-of-factly, then muttered, "He's the most peculiar of the bunch. . .rarely showing his face and hiding as if his life rests on a balance."

"Though. . .it makes sense," She shrugged, "He's a 'Lucky Lord' who, 6 years ago, just happened to be in the right place at the right time."

'Another Slum Lord. . .' Rose thought, realizing they had become a common tongue of hers as of late. 'Suppose Walker is looking for him?' The next pondering connected a lucid dot, but she still had to give voice to an idea that seemed clear to her.

"Why not just give it to them? You could even sell it, no?"

At that question, the info-broker turned to stare at her with a look that utterly questioned her intelligence.

". . .what?"

"I don't give nor sell customer information, that's bad for business!"

Mare seemed shocked, peeved, and even angered at the idea.

"Does it even matter if you lose one customer?"

"Very," The girl said, tersely, "Everyone else would know I betrayed the trust of business, either way, and that's that—I would lose plenty more than just one."

At that thought, Rose had to agree. She certainly would not feel right in trusting an info-broker, or spy, whichever occupation she decided to take, if she couldn't even trust the person in question with keeping things confidential between them.

She nodded.

"That is likely true."

"Indeed—take a left here."

Rose turned the vehicle into a street devoid of life. The shacks around there were boxed-houses at most. The dune-buggy moved less speedily under the light of the moon. There were few things to see at this time of day, the place was quiet, and the only sound she could hear was that of her motor's wheels on asphalt. Soon, the car stopped in front of the dilapidated 'house' she was familiar with. Rose did not question the girl's choice of living quarters, thinking the info-broker quite frugal.

"Don't look at it like that," Mare pursed her lips, on the other hand, vacating the vehicle with a knowing expression, "My real house is underground, come on."

The girl made way with light steps. Oddly enough, Rose found herself running to catch up. She did not feel any change in mana, doubting the girl could even do Mana Channeling, and she could only attribute the speed to the girl's natural Dark-Elf body.

"I can't leave my mother below-ground for too long, you see, she needs some fresh air from time to time," The girl stated as soon as they stepped inside, justifying the prior situation Rose had found her in, "She should be asleep now."

They passed by the bed to the side and came upon the circular table they had once shared a conversation across. Mare knocked 6 times on the table's surface, following a rhythm, and a small squared portion of the top parted to reveal a blue screen.

"Passcode, fingerprint," Mare said as she quickly made her way through the security measures and finished with, "Back up."

Rose did as she was told.

The table shifted aside with the rest of the wooden floor. Before she knew it, there was a silver-iron platform Mare stepped onto.

"Come on, come on."

Rose stepped forward as well as the info-broker tapped her feet 4 times, following a different rhythm. The platform below them shook and slowly began to descend.

"This. . ." Rose spoke, her eyes wandering about the set up, "Looks expensive."

"The elevator and the place took about three hundred thousand lixels—at least, that's what father said."

The platform stopped and Mare stepped out into a room.

Rose blinked her emerald eyes, adjusting to a sudden burst of light, and when she finished, shock filled her mind.

The place was like a metal box. She spotted two doors way back, but at her direct surroundings; there was a board on the left wall, filled with parchments of papers that had been pinned there, on the right wall was a giant squared screen of blue, with two smaller ones to either side of it and a chair in front. And, smack dab in the middle was a circular table that blinked a large image of a map into the air.

"Is that. . .the slums?" Rose stared with widened eyes.

It most definitely was the map of the slums, but it looked so packed. It was littered with information, color coded with names, and every building seemed to have some sort of info attached to it—even the city of Alos at its center.

"It's a map I update regularly," Mare spread her arms, grinning in front of the table with bright, sunburn eyes as she looked to Rose.

"Welcome to my little Rat Cave."

[Author's Note]

This chapter subtly clarified 2 things that I don't think I made clear enough before:

1. The thing where Rose's Core releases more mana inside her to increase her physical attributes or heal her is called 'Mana Channeling'  (realized I had yet to name drop it while writing this chapter) and is something only the Sol. Series of Homunculi are usually made to be able to do. [Mage's can do it too with enough training] The natural enhanced sensory attribute of better eyesight is also something unique to that model as well, unless the base body already had that.

2. The body used to create an Homunculus will become the base of its physical characteristics. So an Homunculus created from a Human's body will defer from that created from an Oni, an Elf, a Beastmen, or a Dragonian. I.E why Mare is naturally more agile than Rose as she was made from the body of a Dark Elf.

With that, sorry for any former confusions, this story is a First Draft after all, so there might be more of those to come and I will be sure to inform you if that is the case.

Rose, a broken doll tossed out into the world with the carelessness befitting her status below humans. However, acquiring a power beyond what she should be able, she fights and Rose Against The Heavens.

The story of a homunculus fighting against fate with a piercing wrath. Raging, an adversary to a cruel world. And taking place in a techno-fantasy.

*Volume 1 completed at chapter 64.
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Sundevil and Dune lock eyes. 

Dune should be scared.

She should fear for her life.

She just watched Sundevil rip apart an entire group of Academy students. 

Sundevil was a curse, mutant of every god. She could kill Dune in seconds.

So why wasn't Dune afraid?

Sundevil's eyes were sharp, calculating and extremely predatory. Everything about her spoke danger.

And Dune couldn't even care. 

Sundevil faltered, the rain ceasing and the swirling clouds beginning to clear. 

She tried to take a step forward, but instead fell forward, eyes closing as she fell. 

Dune sprang forward, wings flaring out to catch her balance as she reached and out and caught Sundevil's head.

The dragon opened one eye as Dune gently set her down on the grass. Dune realized the power in her eyes wasn't fading. 

Shouldn't it be slowly draining now that she was dying? 

Dying. Sundevil was dying.

The thought somehow made Dune start to panic, and she was unaware of how to help Sundevil.

The Academy.

The professors wouldn't kill Sundevil, and they would heal her.

If Dune could get her to the Academy, she could save her. 

Sundevil watched lazily as Dune began to pace. How could she move the fatally injured dragon? Dune bet the dragon was twice her body weight, easily.

How could she anything? 

Biting her lip, Dune suddenly realized the clearing had gone silent. 

Completely, utterly silent.

So quiet that the grass under her feet was quiet, and the birds made no noise. 

Dune stopped moving, and looked around. The grass under her feet was brown, and the trees drooped with the weight of their black leaves, the bark shriveling and turning an unpleasant color. The sky seemed dimmer, and Dune saw a pile of bones on the ground, a few dark feathers scattered about it. 

The magic was being seeped out of the clearing, from the dirt to the sky. It left it painfully normal, but the atmosphere had grown so harsh with the magic morphing into it, the plants and animals physically couldn't survive without their internal supply of magic. 

The Phoenixes, being essentially born from magic, were able to live perfectly fine in the atmosphere and fields with magic that would be, basically, pure poison to the normal human. 

Dune vaguely wondered how they managed to survive well enough to slaughter Phoenixes. 

She looked back down at Sundevil, and realized her wounds were beginning to heal. The wounds were slowly starting to close, her scars mending themselves back together. Blood regeneration was probably happened within her body. 

Dune realized that was why the power from her eyes wasn't fading. She was gaining more with all the magic she was draining from the clearing. 

The dragon was healing herself. 

Not even the headmistress of the Academy, the one known as the strongest Phoenix alive, could manage that. 

Just who was Sundevil?

When the Khanate Gods fell from the sky to their death on the Earth, their immense power was dispersed throughout the planet, sowing the lands with magic. The only side effect of their deaths was the people. The people living in the wildest, darkest corners of the Earth were given powers beyond imagine, creating the Phoenixes. The people of Earth saw this, and feared what they could not understand. They hunted and killed everyone of the Phoenixes they could find. Unknown to them, hidden deep in the woods by powerful magic, a safe haven and academy for the Phoenixes existed, harboring the last of their kind. Enter Dune, a young Phoenix with strong magic and quick thinking. Growing up here, there were no unsolved mysteries, nothing that everybody didn’t know. Except for one. Enter Sundevil, a young wily Phoenix like Dune, with magic far stronger than it ought to be and a past far more dangerous than is safe. Sundevil stays in the back, careful not to draw attention to herself, unknowingly drawing all of Dune’s attention. As they continue to train and become stronger, Dune can’t seem to shake the feeling something is seriously wrong about Sundevil, besides the fact she’s as radiant as the sun. As she attempts to unravel the mystery, will she unravel feelings as well?

Kaleb sprang into action at the warning and turned to run back down the dune. Unfortunately, athletics had never been his forte and the sudden decent of the dune was more than his coordination could handle. Kaleb's feet tangled as he tried to gain balance and he fell head first as he rolled down the rest of the dune. He came to a stop at the bottom lying on his back looking up at the dune he had just descended. He was battered but Kaleb felt, with relief, that nothing was broken, although his scrapes that he had gotten on his landing in this world were bleeding again.
At his landing at the bottom of the dune, the top seemed to erupt as the creature pursuing Kaleb breached the sand with its momentum before crashing back into the sand, beginning its decent toward him. It's appearance was that of a large worm 1 meter wide, with sections of armored carapace making up its body, that were a slightly darker shade than the sand it moved through. Its mouth was like a closed flower split into four petals and, when it broke through the sand with a shriek, Kaleb was able to see the hook like teeth that lined the inside of its mouth and throat.
'Dune Trap.' Rackshar said solemnly as Kaleb laid there stunned. He may have been able to understand that he was on another planet with magic and monsters but it was another thing to see one for his first time. But his amazement was short lived and adrenaline surged through him as he watched the worm's trail of sand coming swiftly down toward him. Kaleb scrambled to his feet and started running in the direction of least resistance, staying in the valleys between the dunes.
'Dune Trap? Is that its name? Why is it called a trap?'
'You don't need to worry about this one trapping you, it's still quite young. They got that name because of the adult Dune Traps, whose bulbous mouth only can get up to 200 meters wide and 150 long and the overall length of their body is many times that. Because of their large size moving through the sand of the desert alerts all its prey and scares it off long before it arrives. So the Dune Trap's expose their bulbous mouths and let the winds cover them with sand making them look like a dune at which point it will wait for prey to cross it before opening to devour them.'
'You mean any of these dunes I walk across could kill me?' Kaleb said in surprise as he warily examined the dunes around him as he ran.
'No, a full grown Dune Trap would never waste its time on you. You are so small that you wouldn't even be a snack for it. Dune Traps will sometimes wait for years for suitable prey before exposing themselves. Also they are quite rare so you aren't likely to ever come across one.' Rackshar tried assuring him.
'Then my luck is really holding steady at rock bottom' Kaleb thought to himself as he looked over his shoulder at the young Dune Trap steadily gaining on him. 'I can't let this turn into a endurance contest'.
Kaleb situation was looking grim. His breathing was ragged and his legs felt wobbly like jelly, adrenaline was the only thing keeping him going.
'I need to think of a way to lose this worm. If its as long as Rackshar hinted toward than its mobility underground should be low, it will probably have trouble turning.' Kaleb thought as he rounded a dune to see the valley split onto either side of a dune in middle and a plan formed in his mind.
Kaleb slowed his speed as he veered toward the right fork. The Dune Trap came at him quickly and, as it neared, Kaleb turned with his heart threatening to beat out of his chest, and ran directly at the Dune Trap. Sand sprayed from the ground as the Dune Trap's head sprang from the earth, its mouth flaring open with a screech, launching itself at Kaleb. Kaleb dove to the left with all his might but his lack of agility showed its ugly face once again as his right leg was clipped by the Dune Trap's charge sending him sprawling with some ugly gashes on his leg from the hooked teeth. As he looked at the ugly lines of his wound Kaleb knew he would have lost the leg if the Dune Trap hadn't been throw off by Kaleb's unexpected charge. It had mistimed its bite leaving Kaleb only wounded.
Crawling off the ground Kaleb began a limping run back the way he had come, away from the two forks, keeping the Dune Trap's still submerged body between himself and the left fork that he hadn't taken. Blood was streaming from his leg and he was starting to feel light headed but Kaleb knew if he stopped now he would die.
He waited until the Dune Trap re-submerged its head and continued its pursuit, making a wide u turn to chase him. Then Kaleb dove across its submerged body and ran toward the left fork. He heard a frustrated screech from behind and took a quick glance over his shoulder to see the Dune Trap's resurfaced head thrashing around trying to turn itself toward Kaleb, but it was unable to as its armored sections bunched in the attempt to continue its rotation.
'Just as I thought', Kaleb thought with a relived sigh as he kept running. 'Its body is rigid because of its armored carapace and can't make sharp turns, especially underground.'
Kaleb knew that this was only a delaying tactic. The Dune Trap would untangle itself and continue its chase but he had bought himself some time and distance, to hopefully think of a more permanent solution.
It only took a few minutes before Kaleb turned to check his trail and saw the Dune Trap's telltale sand mound in the distance. He knew he needed something and needed it fast, as his speed continued to slow down from the blood loss and exhaustion.
"Nan ci!"
A shout suddenly startled Kaleb from his thoughts. As he looked for the source of the voice Kaleb saw someone on top of a dune off to his left franticly waving their arms.

Torn from his comfortable life, his love and even his World; Kaleb is forced to a dangerous reality due to his lineage of Dragon's blood. 

In this new World where magic and power reign supreme, Kaleb is thrown into a society of dark truths, where the strong prey on the weak and the Dragons and their decedants are hunted even by the Gods.

Kelpie lay, swaddled in the arms of her father Captain Dune. AS she lay there, Dune watched the enchanted water spirit scrawl along the length of the new borne infant. In this world, children earned their power through rigorous training. There were many types of magic users in the world of Altai, with the exception of commoners and slaves, and very few nobility. The strongest magic users were Core Deviators. This type of cultivator separated their soul from their physical body, hiding it somewhere no one could find. They then made their core, which was formed through taking the souls of others and processing them to create their own energy. These magicians were dark and powerful beyond control. Feared and often isolated, very few existed, however those that did were older than most of the land that rose above the sea. This was partially due to the fact you couldn't kill them, nor did they age with time because of the absence of their soul. Core Formers were also like Core Deviators except they didn't take their souls out of their bodies. Their lifespans were also extended but they could die. The third most powerful were Beast Shifters. They were often grouped into species, and ran around in what you could call packs. This is what Dune and his wife Syresa were, dragon shifters were one of the most powerful classes in the shifter class. Almost none rivalled them in both land and sky. However each Beast shifter earned their beast, working hard to tame it, meld their souls into their physical body and partially meld it into their souls. It was an arduous and painful process, that most could not live through. Dune himself being a weathered sea captain had never seen a kelpie shifter in person. There were rumors that those who had shifted into kelpie form had ventured too deep into the ocean never to be seen again. The fact that their daughter had been borne with a kelpie shapeshifting form already melded into her, had raised a plethora of questions and worries of the husband and wife for their daughter. Dune hid his confusion, smiling and bellowed out to his clan "This Child is our Heir!!! Hear her name! Kelpie!" The ships which had started to become less boisterous renewed their bellowing and laughter at the announcement of the heir's name.  Each Captain greeted their King Captain Dune and rejoiced at the sight of the healthy little girl in the arms of their Queen. Each captain of the fleet introduced themselves as ritual to the small Heiress. Captain Dunes right hand man bowed down before the King and Queen. "May the sea and sky bless this small child. May she have light always in her dark nights and shade for shelter under the scorching sun. My gift to the heiress is my fealty, and this small locket." The man said in reverence. "Lester, rise please my old friend! You have served loyally under my grandfather, my father and myself. Do you not wish for peace? To rest yourself?" Lester looked up at Captain Dune "My King," he said in a tone neither loud nor quiet "I dream to see this tribe rise. To become all that it could be. I wish to see your children and your children's children succeed the throne." Lester raised his head and stared into Dune's eyes. The old man's face was dark with sun, his beard black with silver streaks running through it, his black dread locks were streaked with silver as well, and the crinkles around his eyes shown that he had a habit of smiling. he was a large man, even bowing down his presence dominated those around him. The trinket that Dune held in his hand was made of dark iron that came from the heart of a star. It was shaped as a pentagram with amethyst at its center. The chain the charm was on was also formed of dark iron. It was beautifully crafted and projected a devilish charm. Like looking into an abyss and wondering what was at the bottom. As Lester stood, Dune came forward with Kelpie. "My old friend,' Dune started "My daughter needs a guardian. Someone who would follow her anywhere. As a king and queen we will not be with her most of her life. We are the protecting power for our forces. We are the swiftest and strongest of our clan. Would you be willing to take this honor?" Although Dunes voice was low, the echoes of this question bound around the ship. Lester looked at his friend and king with much pride and emotion in his grey eyes "My liege, Nothing would make this old man happier." Dune and Syresa beamed with joy. "I shall speak with you more after the ceremonial welcoming about this matter." Dune said in a hushed tone. The next captain, the left hand man of Captain Dune came forward. "My gift to the princess shall be both my service and my sons hand in marriage if you shall allow." Captain Sean said in a pleasantly deep voice. Captain Dune gave Sean with a withering glance and looked almost angry. Dune forced a smile on his face, although it looked much to sharp and dangerous to be a smile. "My dear left lieutenant, there is no need to betroth our children so early is there? After all, freedom in marriage is something we should afford our children." Dune almost growled out. Lieutenant Sean looked up at Dune with a chagrinned face " Captain Dune, I meant no disrespect toward you or your heiress, I was simply trying to fortify our connections within our tribe through marriage. I have not but my service and that of my families to give the young Heir." Captain Dune looked down at Lieutenant Sean with distain lurking in his eyes. He had long known that this Lieutenant had been a schemer. If not for the internal strife and Lieutenant Sean's usefulness in suppressing the rogues of the tribe, Dune would have long dismissed him from his position as a left hand Lieutenant. With great mockery in his voice Captain Dune declared "I understand my dear friend. I indeed know how it is to have naught but your name and your services to give. However I will not do away with my daughters freedoms. Instead, I will take your sons services  to my daughter as a companion. He shall stay with my child and grow with her until the day she has found a husband." Dune's harsh smile turned wicked at the end of his speech. He had finally found a way to have more control of his left hand man. Dune had long worried that his left hand man had been scheming and plotting behind his back to overthrow his rein. He knew he had needed a way to ensure his and his families safety against such a man. This would do that by creating a loyalty between their children that Dune and Sean lacked. Sean Smiled up at Dune, feeling manipulated by his leader. His frustration shone in his eyes briefly, but quickly disappeared. "Very well Sire." Sean stated "Come forward Malaki." A small child, naught but 4 years old stepped out, Like his father Malaki had black hair, with yellow catlike eyes that glowed with intelligence and fierceness. He was tall for a 4 year old, and his frame showed signs of hard sea fairing work already, with olive colored skin, and a skinny frame. "Father, what is your bidding?" Malaki's small voice had a seriousness that most lacked at his age. His tone was steely, though with his childlike voice it was hard for Dune to hold his straight face. Syresa herself coughed quietly trying to hide her laugh. "Malaki, you shall be the heiress's companion from now on. I expect you will take this charge seriously my child?" Sean said gravely. Malaki only nodded in return, and quietly stepped forward to kneel before the king. "I shall do my utmost to serve the Heiress my lord." Malaki declared in his all to serious voice.  Dune nodded in acceptance. "That will do, come stand next to us Malaki." Dune smiled as the child as he made his way up the stairs. As Malaki stood next to Syresa, he peaked over at the child with curiosity gleaming in his eyes. Syresa  smiled at the child "Would you like to hold her?" Syresa asked. "Could I?" Malaki looked up into the Queen's emerald eyes. "Of course, mind her head though." Syresa said gently as she held out the child. Malaki mirrored the way Syresa held the child. His arms wrapping gently around Kelpies delicate frame. His eyes lit up as he held the child. Kelpie cooed at him smiling her toothless smile. The two children contently played under the watchful eye of the queen while the next 98 captains came to give gifts and blessings for their new Heiress. As the ceremony was ending huge fireworks exploded into the night sky as the banquet began. In the captains quarters into the wee hours of the night, Lester sat with Captain Dune speaking. "Captain what do you wish to speak privately of?" Lester asked. "Lester, we must hide Kelpies secret." "Oh, and what secret might that be?" Lester questioned. "Kelpie was borne but hours ago, yet she bears a Kelpie form already. The Kelpies have never been seen before, but the rumors are that they are a vicious and harsh race of beast. They are solitary, and live in the darkest part of the sea they can find. Far to many a brave man have been lured to their depths while trying to tame such a beast." Lester nodded his head, pondering how Kelpie could have bore a Beast form when she had just been born. " My lord, I have never heard of such a thing before. But we could seek the assistance of the Blood Shamans." Lester said. Dune nodded his head. "That's a good idea. But we can't alert others that something is wrong. We need to present as a strong front. People within the tribe have been stirring up trouble, and Sean's power has grown stronger of late. I fear they will soon try to mutiny." Dune said in a hushed tone. Lester's eyes widened at Dunes statement. "It's just a hunch right now, Lester. But my gut has yet to lead me astray." Lester looked at Dune " My lord, perhaps you could dispatch me under the eye of the other captains on a mission of secrecy? I as the legal guardian, am bound with the heiress. It would not be too shocking to have the child and her companion accompany me on the mission in a few months time." Dune nodded his head at Lester's suggestion. "That could work Lester." Syresa Opened the door quietly as Dune finished his statement. "The children are sleeping." Syresa whispered to Dune as she crossed the room. Dune and Lester quickly filled Syresa in on their discussion as she sat down. Syresa and the two men hashed out the details, throwing together a plan of action in less than thirty minutes. "Then it's finalized. We shall have Lester bring Kelpie to the Blood Shamans in two years from now." Syresa said with a finality in her tone. Both men nodded in agreement and went too rejoin the banquet.

Land is a scarce commodity, while the seas be both vast and deep. Holding depths unknown, and creatures untold. The world is in chaos, though the lands be claimed and the seas populated. War wages constantly, the world being drained of her strength. Monsters long lurking, begin to surface, muddying the waters with blood. Follow Kelpie on her journey in life. Is she the salvation of this world, or the bane of it?

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