what would happen if a fan of the elder scrolls went to MCU only with the knowledge of the elder scrolls?

What happens when the greatest Naruto fan is thrust into that very same world?

Will he hide in the shadows and watch his favorite series play out right before his eyes?

Or Will he completely change the landscape of the world and rewrite history?

Some say knowledge is power, and they were right.

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Just a Elder Scrolls Fanfic I'm making to pass the time.


A Elder Scrolls Fanatic gets reborn with 3 wishes in Skyrim.

A note at the end of the chapter.

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Kellen and Nagh.

Their appearances gave off the vibe of common travelers who were on the road for months, after all, a few in this world were capable of utilizing magical methods to travels in insane speed like a certain Jon Dare.

Those two traveled across the continent crossing mountains and rivers to track an item of absolute importance to Kellen, the mystic Imperial. During their journey, they came across all sorts of oddities.

The item they are after was an Elder Scroll. None knew much about those mysterious artifacts but a few with a certain skill that allows them to look into the Elder Scrolls without being blinded, those of course are the members of the Ancestor Moth Cult, the ones known as the Moth Priests.

Kellen was a Moth Priest.

His journey started ages ago when he left the Imperial City as a Moth Acolyte not long after the Great War. Just like his colleagues, he was sent to investigate and retrieve any Elder Scroll from the ones that mysteriously disappeared from the Imperial Library prior to the Great War. So far, his mission was fruitful-ish.

Those who acquired the Elder Scrolls won't possibly just hand them back to the Moth Priests. That's why many priests had to find alternatives and Kellen's alternative was Nagh, a professional Khajiit explorer.

Throughout the years, the pair managed to "retrieve" some Elder Scrolls but life took its toll on the two partners giving them the airs of vagrants thus it was hard to distinguish Kellen as a member of a very esteemed order form a bigger or distinguish Nagh as a professional explorer from a thief.

As of late, the two were chasing an Elder Scroll that fell in the hands of a Nord Thane almost a year ago but once they reached a place called Winterhold in the far snow wastes of Skyrim, they were chased away by the Thane's wife whose eyes glowed as red as the moon Masser.

Later that year, an Elder Scroll was stolen from Wayrest and arrived someplace in Hammerfell in the hands of a Daedric Cult, that's why the two were infiltrating this place with all chaos breaking loose above ground.

Stupidity was it or courage, Kellen's duty to gather the Elder Scrolls and Nagh's addiction to risks and exploration led the two into one of the most dangerous places on Nirn yet…

"... It is awfully peaceful." Nagh couldn't help but comment about the situation.

"It is indeed. Something is not right. We should secure our retreat." Kellen said.

"This one agrees."

The two turned back to see their escape route but as they reached the place they entered from, the road was blocked by some rubble that appeared without any notice.

Things were more serious than they could imagine.

Meanwhile, in another place, Jon was consumed in playing the role of a thief on the easy settings. He wasn't discovered as there was no chance someone with his resources and cheats can be discovered in the first place, even the magic he was casting needed a very sober Arch Wizard to trace a hint of it so for now, all was good.

But Jon made a discovery.

All the Cultists of Clavicus Vile in these tunnels were Vampires. Underground, there were loads of human victims used as livestock for those vampires. They were blinded and brainwashed to act like herds of animals which made Jon pour his anger on the first vampires he came across ripping them apart with his bare hands.

After cleaning behind himself (hiding the bodies in the Cube), Jon decided to take a different approach to this situation. Out of mercy, he wanted to end the lives of those brainwashed people but knowing that they would power the Soul Snare instead, Jon left them be. He rather targeted the vampires with a weapon they never faced before.

One vampire was patrolling a tunnel ran into Jon without noticing him only to get himself pinned to the ground with Jon above him. Jon cut his own hand and let his blood flow in the mouth of that vampire. The vampire smirked out of feeling the power come back to him but in the next instant, all control was lost.

The vampire; which is a being with a grim soul, a body that feasts on blood, and eyes that can control its victims; is now under the control of the species that was always its prey.

Jon's blood was special, it was higher than any blood for it was refined by Magicka and Life Energy especially with Jon gaining the power of the [Eternal Flesh] that makes his body never age from the raw vigor it possesses.

He then stood up and the vampire followed him like a meek servant. Jon checked his Blood Thrall to make sure it is under his full control.

"How many dickheads in this den other than you?"

"A few dozens of the Maroni Clan of Vampires, the Worm Cult stay above ground but they guard the treasure room with us?"

"Nice! Where is the treasure room?"

"Two levels underground."

"What is guarding it?"

"Ten Elder Vampires, Three flying skulls, some undead?

"What on Nirn is a flying skull?" Jon didn't remember anything of the sort.

It didn't matter anyway so he gave the vampire the last order.

"Go bring me two of your vampire friends."

With that, the vampire turned around and walked in the tunnel. Jon hid around a nearby corner while displaying what the vampire is seeing on a System Screen through the [Beacon Rune] he left on him. A minute later, the vampire came with two others.

"Hey, wait up. Who wants to see us?" One of the two Vampires following the one Jon enthralled kept nagging.

"He is here." The thrall vampire said.

"Who?"

"Him."

"Who is that? What's his name?"

"I don't know."

"The fuc…"

"No need to talk to him too much, he won't answer you anyway." Jon came out of the shadows. "Restrain that one."

Without introductions, Jon leaped onto one of the vampires while the other one was restrained by the thrall vampire. It didn't take much for Jon to enthrall the other two after making sure that no sounds escape with a [Muffle Circle] he lied around.

Now, he had three thrall vampires on his side.

"Okay, dickheads. Bring me your friends."

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How many liters of blood did he spend on those vampires? The answer was "not much". Jon's blood is too potent for them to the point where a few drops were enough to control a lesser vampire. Judging from what he knew, he now controls almost eight-tenths of the vampires.

It wasn't a big number but can still overthrow the others, Jon couldn't risk facing the vampires and killing them in a direct combat else when Clavicus Vile claim their souls, he would surely see that his treasury was compromised.

And now for the grand finale, infighting between vampires which is not anything strange in Daedric communities at all but rather something highly encouraged.

Jon's Thrall Vampires were unleashed like feral beasts on the Higher Vampires and a senseless fight started. Jon was standing on the sidelines watching how it all unfolds and even took the chance to trap some souls for the purpose of not leaking anything important to the Clavicus Vile.

In less than one hour, all the tunnels were controlled by the Thrall Vampires. Jon gave them a final order to go to their coffins and sleep early like good little boys.

Meanwhile, the Imperial Kellen and the Khajiit Nagh took notice of the situation. They have explored three levels underground till now and found them completely clean. At the final level, there were traces of battle but no bodies were found.

"This is wrong. This one says we should leave." Nagh said while analyzing the place around him.

"Be my guest. Whoever locked us down here made sure we have no choice but to move forward." Kellen said.

The situation only required advancing at the moment but it wasn't long until the two finally came across someone.

It was a Khajiit, ginger furred, tall, and completely donned in black. If that was not an evil cultist then by no means he is anything else. The good thing is that he didn't notice them.

The two understood that it would be best if they didn't attract the attention of that person and rather kept watching from the back. At least they could figure out the situation first.

On the other hand, Jon didn't mind some audience and advanced forward until he reached a gate. It was a large gate sealed by some kinds of roots and have many Dead Signals behind it. This was without a doubt the treasure room.

Even if the gate needs to be opened with some sort of a password or a sophisticated ritual, Jon has the master key to all lockable/unlockable things on Tamriel, the key that clicks, the [Skeleton Key].

*Click*

"Knew it."

The key was hidden under [Greed] so no one gets to find out about it and was hidden back at the Cube once again. With that, Jon pushed the gate open and walked in.

"Well well well, what do we have here?"

Jon walked in the room in front of him seeing mounds upon mounds of gold just lying around, there were weapons, accessories, books, gemstones and a whole lot of things over here and there. This treasure room would out the wealthiest of merchants to shame no matter how he looks at it.

But Jon had an immunity to the glamorous gems and the shining coins, little can attract a man like him with pockets as deep as his thus his eyes spotted the trick in the scenery right away.

The chains of [Ahzidal's Evil Fists] were loosened all of a sudden then got imbued by Jon's Magicka and in the following second, they were on a white Ashen Flame that consumed even the ground touched by the flame.

*Crackle* *Crackle*

Jon waved his arms with the chains on them and they danced like snakes of flame around him.

*Swing* *Swing*

He swung them at the same time against the largest mound of gold and they melted the coins on touch going through the mound and burning what was beneath them.

*SHWAAAA*

Whatever that was, it seemed to have let out its final scream.

"Come out." Jon called.

Jon retreated the chains and waited for the other auras to move and so they did, three flying skulls came out from behind the piles of gold.

"Impossible! He saw through us."

"Can't believe it. Can't be true."

"It is dangerous, we need to summon our best minions."

Odd as it is, three flying Skulls were hovering in the air in front of Jon. Those skulls had gemstones in their eye sockets and seemed as dead as undead.

"How rare!" Jon exclaimed, "Of all things I come across, these are Demiliches."

Demi-Liches are a deteriorated form of Liches, the undead that attained the highest ranking among their kind, the Lichdom. Those Demiliches are Liches that has fallen from grace and got their Phylacteries destroyed but survived thanks to prior preparation. Even though rare to come across, Jon witnessed three of them.

Demiliches may have fallen from grace but they are far from powerless. A Demilich is very resistant to most weapons and magic, and if disturbed, the skull will levitate and suck the souls from nearby living creatures.

"He knows!"

"He knows?"

"He… knows."

The three exclaimed in surprise, questioning and realization respectively.

"Of course, I know. You fucks even feel familiar. Don't tell me you lot were the ones I fought in the Ghost World, weren't there four of you?"

"It… you are…"

"Don't tell me…"

"The Dragon Priest?"

From what Jon said the three Demiliches remembered the event that led to their demise. These were the very same Liches from the Ghost World Jon fought before. The Lich Falkyn and his lackeys.

"Let's see. The Ancient Lich, that's you; two of your three goons, and… the last one, the one I killed with my butt. Where is it?"

"… shit!"

"Keep silent!"

"Quiet!"

The three floating skulls tensed up all of a sudden and looked awkward.

"Could it be that killing Liches with my butt is an endgame for them?" Jon asked.

"..." "..." "..." "..." "..."

"Well, it's a theory worth checking."

Jon was about to take his weapons out but as soon as he moved, one of the Demiliches noticed his movements and opened its mouth casting magic, the void around Jon distorted and a being came force sending an incredibly heavy punch towards Jon.

Jon entered the [Gautfang Stance] and with one palm, he stopped the attacked then with his body, he channeled the power of the impact to his other hand that struck back that being at its abdomen.

A perfect counter!

The being flew away from Jon's side and landed on a pile of gold. It was then when Jon took a good look at the recently summoned undead surrounding him.

"... You've got to be kidding me!"

Not just from one undead but he recognized most of the ones that were summoned.

These were the reanimated zombies of men he once knew.

The former champion of Boethiah, Galam; the two Orcs Labourers of Malacath and Peryite; Minotaurs and Centaurs from the Battle of Forsworn Jon Dare; the Worm Cultists that he killed once he invaded the Ansei Pyramid; but most notably, the fighters from the Imperial Arena he killed by his hands and on top of them, the one he just blew away, Former Grand Champion Darius.

The Worm Cult has collected all those bodies and brought them back for one last round against him.

"God damn you! Now I'm pissed."

Jon stopped the ground and a Dragon roar came from inside his soul through the Aura. He was going to rumble now that things have reached this point. His Astral Energy was called forth and manifested itself in the form of tens of Fire Wyrms (spectral serpentine flame ghosts with dragon heads) swirling around him.

No matter what gold in this treasury, this battle will soon melt it all to the ground.

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[Thank You]

First and foremost, I deeply apologize for the unannounced break that I took. It was important and so I am sharing the news. It has been a long time but I finally got the chance to by a total badass PC for gaming. It took me the past few days to put it all together and it is a dream come true, guys.

But the most important thing to say here is that I would never have done this without your Support. I would have never. This is the novel's money and I will put all the efforts through it in the novel, we wrote almost 500 chapters on Old Laptops, Smartphones and Internet Cafes but this… this is yours as much as it is mine. I am happy but I can't express how happy I am.

Once again, sorry about the unannounced break and to the chapter

Meet Jon Dare, your every day's 25 years old who one day wakes up in Honorhall Orphanage in the city of Riften in the Kingdom of Skyrim. He reincarnated in his favorite game 19 years before the start of the game’s events. Armed with knowledge about the future and full potential in Magic, Combat and Voice, the Nord kid will set out from Riften to find himself becoming a Hero way before the start of the game events.
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Chapter 92 – Dark Side of Xu Xiuying's Brothel
After Xu Miao, Jiang Lan, and Yao Lan left the 20th floor, Xu Xiuying shoved a pill down Xie Tian's throat.
It was one of her narcotic drugs, which could make the consumer hallucinate. Moreover, the victim would be in a euphoria state and become susceptible to hypnosis techniques.
This was the advanced drug that JY disciples used against harmful customers, so they could subdue them and sent them to the underground prison. But now, Xu Xiuying was using it on Xie Tian.
The protagonist didn't have enough Qi to resist against the pill effect. For the first 30 minutes, his consciousness blurred, and he couldn't remember anything.
Fortunately, he regained a bit of his senses. But when he realized what he was doing, his hands were moving a brush pen, writing down various techniques from his memory to the scroll on a short table.
The time-and-space technique was already 80% finished. Although Xie Tian didn't have the complete mural, he managed to decipher some of the missing parts and wrote everything on the scroll. At this rate, he would reveal every secret he had to Xu Xiuying.
'Not good. I have to do something!'
Xie Tian wanted to stop writing, but his hands didn't listen to him. It automatically moved as if someone else was the owner of his hand.
Still, Xie Tian could influence the brush pen a bit. By thinking of what he wanted to write, the hand moved according to his brain.
'Okay. There's still hope. I can fix this!'
Xie Tian continued writing, but he added a false description, which prevented any practitioner from mastering the time-and-space law. He also mixed in his annotations and faulty comprehension to the scroll to mislead Xu Xiuying.
The process of controlling the brush pen under the drug's influence took the toll on Xie Tian. His face and back were drenched in sweat.
After 30 minutes of torturous writing, Xie Tian finished his job. The fake time-and-space technique had been copied into the scroll!
Xu Xiuying took the scroll and skimmed through everything in glee.
"I see. So this technique is incomplete, but you've managed to figure the missing parts.
The scroll contained the same texts on the mural that Xu Miao possessed. However, it also included Xie Tian's annotations and interpretation of the technique. Xu Xiuying liked what she saw.
"Xie Tian, continue to write what you've learned, including your bloodline secret – How you got it, where you got it, and what effect they have."
"…"
Upon receiving Xu Xiuying's instruction, Xie Tian's consciousness blurred. The drug effect kicked in again.
Xie Tian bit his tongue and resisted Xu Xiuying's hypnosis. He managed to maintain his consciousness, but he still could not control his body. His hands picked another scroll and a brush pen.
It took Xie Tian all night to write all techniques that he knew. However, most crucial information and techniques were fake since he intentionally altered them. Only basic techniques were left untouched.
Xu Xiuying read through all technique scrolls with a smile at first. But after she went through all the fake info that Xie Tian had written, her smile disappeared. She glared at Xie Tian, activating her eye treasures to examine his condition.
The result was the same. The narcotic hypnosis drug had spread through Xie Tian's body and his brain. No sigh indicated that Xie Tian was sober.
"Xie Tian, are these scrolls legit?"
Xie Tian didn't answer. He collapsed and fainted from exhaustion.
"Hmm."
Xu Xiuying couldn't confirm if Xie Tian tricked her or not. She decided to leave him alone for now. After all, she had other use for them.
Sun rose and light illuminated the room through the sole exterior balcony of this floor. A figure outside slowly stood up and entered the forbidden area.
Xiong Zhenzhen stopped cultivating. She came to check if she could eat Xie Tian yet.
"Master, I, hungry."
As usual, Xiong Zhenzhen's speech was broken, but she always spoke what she thought.
"You can't eat him yet."
"Hungry…"
Xu Xiuying tossed a refined demon stone at Xiong Zhenzhen, "Eat that for now."
As soon as Xiong Zhenzhen caught the refined stone, it disintegrated into dust. She devoured all demonic qi and essence in the stone within one second.
"Still hungry…"
Xu Xiuying rolled her eyes and tossed five more refined demon stones. Again, Xiong Zhenzhen caught the stones and turned them into dust.
"Hungry…"
"…"
…
In the end, Xiong Zhenzhen devoured 38 refined demon stones by herself.
Had Xu Miao done the same, he could have gotten a million of yin and yang qi. But for Xiong Zhenzhen, they were merely snacks.
The red eyes of Xiong Zhenzhen became yellowish. She suppressed her demonic nature after her dantian was full.
*BURP*
Unladylike, Xiong Zhenzhen patted her belly and unleashed stomach gas with a loud voice. Then, she walked toward Xie Tian, who had fainted from exhaustion.
"This, desert?"
Xu Xiuying facepalmed, "No. He's your future husband."
"What, husband?"
"Let's take it this way. He's a stud. You will fuck him and get his seed."
"What, stud?"
"… A stud is a breeder. He will make a baby with you."
"What, baby?"
"Yes, a baby. You-Him-Make babies!"
"Make, babies?"
"Yes!"
"How to babies?"
"You will have sex with him."
"Sex?"
"Yes! You use your lower mouth to eat his dick!"
"Pussy, no teeth. How to eat?"
Xu Xiuying facepalmed again.
This was one of the major setbacks of practicing demonic arts to rapidly increase one's cultivation base. Not every human could maintain their sanity after practicing demonic arts for a long time.
Some might lose their memories.
Some might lose their sanity.
Some might die.
Some might be crippled and couldn't cultivate again.
Some might even turn into a mutated monster instead of a demon with intelligence.
Only less than 5% of demonic practitioners could safely master the techniques. Then, they had to gamble their 10% chance if they could mutate into succubi, vampires, or other races corresponding to their original racial techniques. They also needed to obtain the right bloodline to complete the transformation. Every demonic art master, who avoided the mutation, had to go through hell tribulations each time they increase their cultivation base by a rank.
Her legacy disciple inherited a vampire bloodline and practiced Mystic Vampiric Art, the upgraded version of Vampiric Touch. Xiong Zhenzhen had all the qualifications and the right aptitude to become a vampire queen and evolve into a true vampire in the future, but her lack of experience and a firm foundation caused her intellect to deteriorate. The technique corroded her mind, reducing her mentality to that of a child.
Even though she once practiced Virgin Yin School's techniques and successfully merged the secondary dantian with her primary dantian into a true vital core, solving the fatal vulnerability issues, this girl's broken mentality was the problem. It might take a while before Xu Xiuying could reeducate the girl about sex and communication skills.
For now, the draconic vampire and the vampire dragonewt production project had to be postponed.
"You know what? Just cultivate here and don't eat him. I have lecture classes for inner disciples and core disciples today, and I need to visit the Wei Clan at night to discuss businesses. I don't know when I'll be back, but don't eat him, okay?"
Xu Xiuying took all the scrolls that Xie Tian had written with her. As she was still doubting the authenticity of these techniques, she planned to let a few guinea pigs cultivate them. If they could provide good results, Xu Xiuying would practice them. If not, she would return to kill Xie Tian and extract the REAL technique from Xu Miao or Yao Lan, who were the prime suspects of having the original manual.
'By now, everyone and their grandmothers should have realized that I have Xie Tian. Those greedy geezers will definitely use the pretense to attack my brothel to capture all VY disciples.'
Xu Xiuying snickered. She didn't care about Virgin Yin practitioners since they were there to disguise her sect as an orthodox sect, and maintain the Silver Phoenix Sect's reputation.
'Welp, it's not like I care about my livestock. If they refuse to convert to JY School, I have no uses for them anyway. At best, they can try practicing Vampiric Touch and hope to become a lesser vampire. If not, I can give them my refined blood essence and convert them into lesser succubi. Eh, it's not like everyone can live to see the glorious day…'
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After Yao Lan finished her business with Xu Miao, she returned to the underground prison, where her post was located.
As the amazon elder patrolled the prison, many Virgin Yin disciples greeted her. These girls came here to buy some captives to be their practice targets.
Yao Lan only nodded at those girls with a bitter smile on her face. She continued to proceed toward the secret underground floor, where only succubi and Yao Lan could access.
The secret floor was on B7, but it could only be accessed through a secret passage, which was protected by tight defensive arrays that could kill any 6th-stage master within five seconds.
In the secret room, over 200 pretty women were locked inside ten large cells.
If one examined them carefully, they would realize that these girls were once disciples of the silver phoenix sect!
One of the cells held apathetic girls, who had no life in their eyes. They either stared at the ceiling or into the distance in a daze. Nobody could tell what they were thinking.
In another cell, it was another world that came out from porn movies or hentai stories. The prisoners never stopped masturbating, drooling, or begging Yao Lan to give them a man.
Another one was also from another world. There was no need to paint the interior as it was soaked with human blood. Most prisoners in this cell had been killed by fellow inmates. Only one prisoner remained inside, eating the dead prisoners' flesh and bone as if she hadn't eaten anything for years. When her eyes met with Yao Lan, the prisoner pounced at the latter, but she was zapped by the protective array, knocking her unconscious.
The next cell was similar to the gore world. However, only dust and sand remained in the room instead of wet corpses and blood. They were the dried corpses who had been consumed by a Vampiric Touch practitioner.
On top of those sandy dead bodies, a 6-year-old little girl was the only one in the room. The curly black-haired girl with tanned skin was talking and laughing by herself.
As for the rest of the cells, they were filled with either apathetic women or perverted women.
Yao Lan was on the verge of crying when she recalled the days when these women first entered the sect. They were so bright and enthusiastic about becoming cultivators. Every time Yao Lan lectured them, they always listened to her in earnest.
Yet, this was what the sect had done to them.
Everything was because of Xu Xiuying. That succubus queen insisted on distributing the Man-Eating Yin technique manuals to all JY disciples while giving VY elite disciples the Vampiric Touch manuals.
All promising elites were ruined because of the succubus queen!
'I've been enduring all these days. I promise you, my disciples. Once this brothel is under siege, I'll kill Xu Xiuying and free you from this mess! I'll tell the land how this brothel treats their disciples!'
Anger swelled in Yao Lan's chest. Her face grew hot, and her heart rate increased. She clenched her fists as if she wanted to kill somebody right now.
Her legs guided Yao Lan to the cell, where the little girl was playing on top of her seniors' disintegrated corpses.
"Little Dongmei, are you hungry? I've brought you food," Tears dropped from Yao Lan eyes as she called for her little niece inside the cell, Yao Dongmei.
The little girl turned around and revealed her crimson eyes. Her pupils widened when she found Yao Lan.
"Mama!"
"I'm your aunt, Dongmei…"
"Mama!" The girl insisted calling Yao Lan as [Mama] instead of calling her as her aunty. The little girl lost her memories and mistook the amazon elder as her mother, "Mama! I made new friends! Look!"
The girl pointed toward the empty room, where she had built a sand mountain at the center. It was the remaining dried corpses of her cellmates.
"That girl is Feng Fang. The tall girl is Qiao Mei. And the chubby girl is Mao Jie. They are my best friends."
Yao Lan's tears soaked her face while she bit her trembling lower lips. She clung on the metal bars and knelt to look at her little niece.
The poor little girl lost her sanity because Xu Xiuying insisted on imparting a demonic cultivation technique for Yao Dongmei a few months ago after a certain incident.
"I'm so sorry, Dongmei. I shouldn't have left you and your mother to Xu Xiuying."
"Mama, are you happy for Dongmei? Look, my friends want me to play with them again!"
Yao Dongmei ran toward the sand mountain and kicked it. She laughed and played by herself using the sand as her playmate. The little girl had no idea that her aunt was heartbroken.
For hours, Yao Lan kept chatting with Yao Dongmei even though the latter couldn't respond to her aunt's conversation properly.
The more they chatted, the more determined Yao Lan was.
Xu Xiuying had to die, and the Poseidon Spa House had to be destroyed!


If you can reincarnate or transmigrate into a cultivation novel world and you have a choice, would you be a protagonist, an antagonist, a side character, or a mob character?

And what would you do if you are aware that you're a character in a cultivation novel?

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Mao Miaomiao, a 60-year-old retired professional MMA fighter got transmigrated into a mysterious cultivation world with modern technologies. He found himself in his youthful body, and he got a system as a bonus.

Cliche, right?

[Ding!]
[You have received new quests]
[Kill a native protagonist.]
[Kill a reincarnated protagonist.]
[Kill a transmigrated protagonist.]
[Kill a regressed protagonist.]
[Kill a time-traveled protagonist.]
[Kill a resurrected protagonist.]

From a mob character to a villain mob, from a villain mob to a villain boss, from a villain boss to a secret character, the system forced Mao Miaomiao to evolve ... and hunt every protagonist in this world.

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After greedily buying dozens of skills without consideration of tomorrow Arthur realized that most of the skills he bought are for himself and Ashena while Helen was staying silent and watching them devour skill books.
"Helen, are you sure? You don't want anything? "asked Arthur
" I think you forgot the fact that with the ability you have, you can turn some of your repetitive actions into skills and with party system I can do the same for myself " before and Helen explain herself full Arthur interrupts her and said
" and with you being... well possibly older than the world we in and the fact that you are coming from a higher dimensional reality than me means techniques you develop yourself or the ones you learned in that place are far better than the skills I hoped to buy in coming years and as long as you have enough energy to use them a single time you will possibly get the skill recorded in your system," said Arthur realizing his companion once a massively powerful being that his moral mind has no way of comprehended her might to its full extent. The things he bought are possibly similar to scraps compared to the mythical artifacts.
"Yes... that's true but you don't need to sulk over something like this. I already put all of my free stats points coming from this hunt and the ones from the slaver ship we destroyed into intelligence and after reaching 50 points in that stat a notification appeared on my screen saying that from now on I don't need to take mana from you to come out from your soul space...
What I'm trying to say is I can possibly create some of the skills from my past right now and I can just teach them to you to if you want or... I don't know if it's possible but if we can get our hands on empty books and a pen I can try to write a skill book myself. I mean I spent a lot of time training these techniques I know every single little detail about them. " said Helen trying to cheer up Arthur.
"Well... we deal with that part later but for now I got you guys a present," said Arthur and take 20 iron coins and 2 telekinesis skill books.
While you were in the dungeon I tried to find a way the improve our luck stats. I think even if it's just between ourselves, or maybe using some clones gambling is the best way to improve this stat so I prepared some game cards from thinned down iron but flipping coins will do the trick too, but when I realized flip the only if had hands and both with the coins and the card, it would be impossible for Ashena to do it from the start, so I add another small trick to the equation <Telekinesis>, with this Ashena can use this trick too and I believe when the telekinesis evolved into higher tiers we can do much more than little parlor tricks" said Arthur
While Arthur and Helen talking suddenly a coarse woman voice heard from their behind.
"I... will... not... burden...master... I... will... become... stronger..."
With his bonds through their souls, Arthur immediately recognized the owner of the voice without looking back.
"I'm sorry that you felt that way Ashena and let me tell you one thing, from the moment we met to until now there hasn't been a single moment I thought of you as a burden," said Arthur but before he continues Helen interrupt him.
"Ashena, how did you suddenly become able to talk?" asked Helen.
"I...copy...you...I...put...50...Intel...ligence...became...able...fight...without...masters...mana...then...50...to...wisdom...blue...thing...appear...said...I...can...talk...with...master..." said Ashena while trying to get used to her new ability.
"That's quite a... " before Helen can finish her sentence this time she gets interrupted by Arthur.
Arthur said "Come here girl " and gave a big hug to Ashena. While start petting the giant shadow wolf Arthur said "I already know Ashena was the smartest. You didn't need to push yourself to tried to make me happy. I already become the luckiest man in the multiverse when I get a loyal companion like you in the first place." and gets himself happy puppy noises followed by a reverse big hug from Ashena.
"What do you say, do you want to hunt zombies with me? Just two of us crashing those ugly things to dust. Just for a single dungeon, we can even stop caring about mana cost and you can show me your new skills or I can open an empty dungeon we play around with the darkness spells we got." said Arthur.
Ashena's voice was still a little coarse but it sounded like her voice filled with joy" We can... play... zombie crush... I want to... play... zombie crush... with master!!! "
"I think I get to the gist of it but what exactly is the zombie crush? " asked Arthur.
"Ashena and I were talking about your experiences from your first life while we were in the dungeon. I mentioned to her a game called candy crush that I saw in your memories. Ashena wanted to play that came but since we don't have cellphones we used zombie to replicate the game in the dungeon." said Helen
"That sounds like... whatever. Let's go play some zombie crush, and since we are doing something new anyways, let's try the new dungeon mod I got," said Arthur and he opened up zombie dungeon's Boss Mod, filled with legion zombies as basic cannon fodder.
(Author Note: I explain this in the comment part before but since most of you possibly missed it. There won't something like bestiality in this novel. Ashena won't get a human form and join the protagonist's weird harem(by the way there won't be a harem in this story ). Think of her like animal companions from avatar: the last air bender and legend of Korra (like appa and naga ) )

A young man named Arthur was given an opportunity to have a cheat like the power he desires and a chance to travel the multiverse if he accept a task from an unknown entity.

It's a gamer fanfic. as you read on the title. I'll write it mostly for my own amusement and practicing english .

Eastern Elvish Empire

"Your highness, Queen Eldora, we're done with preparations and can set off at your command.", Said Alaesa kneeling on one knee and looking at the gorgeous woman before her without hiding the admiration in her eyes.

Queen Eldora's heroic tales were known among the elves, it was like common knowledge to them. From defeating the orc lords , stopping the invasion of the humans, slaying the demon lich,...

She was a figure people could only look up to. Alaesa's talent was mediocre but she was the most hard-working of Eldora's subordinates, on top of that she was trustworthy and always finishes the task she was given, her cultivation was passable as she was in the master realm late stage. Queen Eldora took a liking to her after watching her performance in a touranment thus she made her stay by her side.

"Oh? Very good. I've been searching for this elder scroll for years, to think it was located in the silver fang mountain. It will only take a few days to reach there, good work, Alaesa.", Uttered Queen Eldora nodding her head in satisfaction before continuing, " any movements from the nearby empires?"

If there's a conflict between the races, it would only be for elder scrolls. It is a magical scroll made by saints and false gods in ancient times from the energy of high ranked magic beasts. It grants the user great amount of soul power in addition of a small realm on cultivation, it also makes bottlenecks nearly nonexistant, The elder scrolls are the dream of all cultivators.

Rising one's soul power is more difficult than rising one's cultivation, currently the Vampire race is on hold of 2 Elder scrolls, the vampire emperor is keeping them on hold for future uses. who dares to snatch it from them? they are currently the strongest force of all races. their blood grants them special power which made it easier for them to stand on the top of the other races.

"My queen, the emperors of the human-alliance are currently on a meeting to discuss the war against the magic beasts. According to the reports, two of the leaders from the beast race, the 7 colored serpent and the golden winged roc are causing distruction in the western kingdoms.", Answered Alaesa politely.

"It seems that magic beasts are still struggling. but this is also a good chance for us, get ready to set off."

"Yes , My queen."

..........

At the same time, in a corner deep in a cave, Edd could be seen there crying, depressed.

The immense shock upon not seeing his little brother is greater than finding out about his reincarnation. He fainted on the spot, and it took the lizzard a few hours to wake 'him' up.

But other than not seeing his little Edd, he also found out there was no female part there. Apparently
he was genderless, which made him even more depressed, no matter how hard he tried to cheer himself up it was with no avail. He turned arount to look at the lizzard who was currently giving him weird looks.

"Mister lizzard can i call you Bob..? you are currently the only friend i have, and this is also the name of a close friend of mine from my past lif-"

"You can call me whatever you want", interruped the lizzard before continuing," You probably have gone mad after getting hit by the worm...or is it that you want sexual activities? if so i can help."

Hearing what the lizzard 'bob' just said, Edd immediately fainted again.

"

Edward who was stabbed to death wakes up to find himself in a strange world where magical beasts were hunted by most races and are in the verge of extinction.

He finds out that he is no longer a human but took hold of a strange body of a magic beast known as 'Heavenly Nine Tailed Fox'.

--The Nydisian Kingdom, The Castle, The King's Parlour--
The King's parlour was in a very private area of the castle with large glass doors that led to the outdoors, the view appeared just over the hill. The area seemed very secluded from the rest of the castle, all that could be heard was the silent wind along with the slight chirping of birds.
After sparring with the Captain, Lucian was now seated in the parlour waiting for the Elder to arrive.
His eyes were closed as he leaned into the couch enjoying the flowing breeze of the late afternoon, it had been some time since he last rested.
"Thank you, Killian," A woman's voice said as the door closed. Lucian opened his eyes to see Anastasia take a seat in front of him. The woman was a purebred vampire but she had lived several lifetimes over meaning the knowledge she held was formidable.
"I take it your trip was pleasant," Lucian said tiredly as he adjusted himself and sat upright. Anastasia lived in a nearby town close to the castle.
"It would've been pleasant if the trip was not needed," Anastasia stood up to pour herself a glass of blood before taking a seat again. "Have there been any changes?" She asked, referring to his wolf.
Lucian did not reply with words and instead allowed his eyes to turn golden, it was beginning to feel like second nature. Anastasia leaned in and took a closer look at his eyes, "You've chosen a mate," She concluded based on the vibrance of the colour. Anastasia was surprised at the fact seeing as the last time she spoke to Lucian he expressed his disinterest in choosing a mate.
"The girl is human," Lucian said to which the Elder was a bit taken aback. Humans were too fragile to be mated with supernaturals and for good reason, it was dangerous. "How long do I have?" Lucian sighed as he rubbed his eyes slightly trying to get rid of the headache that was starting to form again.
"You have until the next full moon," Anastasia informed while still in deep thought. Lucian nodded dismissively, but Anastasia quickly spoke up, "I'm not sure you understand what I mean," Lucian looked up and frowned in confusion waiting for her to expand on what she meant.
Werewolves were more beast-like than humans and now that Lucian's wolf was awakening, he too would become more feral. "Chances are your wolf would want to mate on the night of the full moon,"
Lucian's frown deepened because the full moon was in less than fifteen days, "Llewellyn and I plan to travel to the north, perhaps it's best we leave sooner rather than later,"
Anastasia shook her head in disagreement, "The full moon will have its effect on the human as well, the pain would only be worse for the girl if you left. Being mated to an alpha wolf means that her body will slowly start changing, neither of you will be able to resist the bond as the days go by,"
Lucian remained in deep thought as he considered all his options, "What would you suggest?" He asked, turning his glowing golden eyes to Anastasia.
"You said you plan to travel to the north?" She asked and Lucian gave a swift confirming nod. "Take the girl with you, look for any wolf shaman, they will be able to help you tame the effects,"
Lucian nodded stiffly taking note of her words, "I think you should stay in the castle for some time, I'll have someone prepare a room for you in the left-wing" He suggested as he drank from his glass of blood distastefully, even though the blood was freshly drawn, it tasted bland to him.
The Elder nodded in agreement, she remained silent because she too was wary of what exactly would happen. It was not unheard of for supernatural beings to be mated to humans but there was so much risk involved. The human body was not designed to handle such.
"If you'll excuse me," Lucian stood up from the couch and headed towards the exit. Lucian had never foreseen himself being in this situation.
Over the years, he had long distanced the idea of choosing a mate, but now that he had one, walking away didn't seem like an option.
Lucian knocked on the door as he arrived at his destination. He stood there for a few moments before the door finally opened to reveal an olive-skinned brunette. "May I come in?" He asked casually.
Katherine stepped away from the door and allowed him to enter. But immediately Lucian stepped into her room, he was engulfed in her scent causing him to stagger slightly. "Is everything alright?" Katherine asked worriedly as she stepped closer to him which only increased the intensity of her rose-like scent.
Lucian quickly stepped out onto her balcony and took in a few deep breaths of fresh air to help reduce the urge to give in to his instincts. The fresh air was able to reduce the intensity of her scent allowing him to calm down. He had not expected being near her to be so difficult.
Katherine's footsteps across the carpeted floor were small and silent and her movement came to a pause and she stood slightly behind him. Her soft voice broke the silence between them, "Is everything alright?"
Though she couldn't see his full face, Lucian offered her a tight smile as his focus was still on not succumbing to his instincts, at least not at that moment. "I take you're feeling better," He said, diverting the conversation back to her health.
"Much better, thank you," Katherine smiled looking up at the man who had saved her life countless times.
"That's good to hear," Lucian hummed, he looked over his shoulder and over her head, into her room to see the scrolls he had given her spread across her bed. "How were the readings?"
Katherine followed his gaze to the scrolls on her bed before turning back to him, "Complex," A slight frown formed on her face when she thought back to all the words she didn't understand while reading the scrolls Nydisian laws.
Though she grew up relatively privileged and she knew how to read and write, she was not particularly the best at it.
Lucian raised an eyebrow as he fully turned his head away from the sky to look at her. "Is there anything you need me to explain?"
Katherine smiled grateful for his offer but she shook her head, "Lord Killian already helped me with them," After Lord Killian brought her the scrolls, he had stayed in her company for some time.
As though it was reflex, the amused look on Lucian's face fell at the mention of her spending the day with Lord Killian. "I see," Regardless, he was glad that she did not slack in her readings just because he wasn't there to watch her.
"The captain and I will be travelling north soon," Lucian as he finally turned around completely and stood in front of her, chest-to-face.
"Will I be accompanying you?" Katherine asked, slightly confused as to why they were travelling so often.
Though the northern territory still belonged to Nydisia, it was still the land of the wolves and part of Lucian still wasn't sure if it was wise to take her there, but there wasn't much of a choice in the matter.
"Yes you will, however, you need to know that this trip will be different," Lucian knew that at some point before or even during their departure, he would need to tell her exactly why her presence was needed.
Katherine's eyebrow creased slightly unsure of what he meant by different, "How so?"
"You'll know soon enough," Lucian said with his voice sounding slightly strained. He thought the fresh air would help but he was constantly inhaling her scent.
Lucian was glad that the girl hadn't pushed the topic any further even though he could tell she was still curious as to what his words meant.
A moment passed by in silence, "Have dinner with me tonight," Lucian stated as his piercing eyes continued to examine Katherine, watching her every reaction.
The girl didn't seem to think much of it as she nodded softly, agreeing to his request, which sounded more of a command. "Good, I will send for you by nightfall," and with that, he departed from her room.

For thousands of years now, queens have been ruling our kingdom. When a Queen's reign has come to an end, a successor must be chosen by what we now know as The Rule of Cardinal.

Miss Katherina Daventin, a young naive and innocent girl, has been chosen by the Cardinal to rule over the people of Nydisia.

In a world where supernatural beings have not been kept a secret, she struggles to prove herself as a human chosen to rule a multitude of diverse creatures. 

Lucian Williams, one of the strongest beings to walk the earth, and the son of Queen Orizelle, fights alongside Katherine to help her stake her claim to the throne as it is his duty as the General of Nydisia, and slowly love surpasses duty.

--STILL UNDERGOING EDITING--

[Current word count: 150,000-200,000]

*This is a slow burn book, it is not going to be rushed as you will see a lot of character development and growth in the plot at a steady pace.*

Disclaimer: This cover does not belong to the author.

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A week has passed and not much has happened to the four. They went to each other's houses, went out together, chatted and called. Pretty ordinary however, Mikado was still quite subdued and reluctant to take part in all these group activities. She isn't used to all that. Afterall, she's always been on her own till a week ago.

What people don't know about Mikado is that she is secretly a gamer and the YouTuber called Rubix. She mainly does videos about Minecraft but also other games like Elder Scrolls online, Final Fantasy and more. She's got about 1million subscribers and honestly, it's one of the ways she copes with her stress, anxiety and depression. It was her small window to escape the world of pressure for just a few hours, doing whatever she wanted.

On a Wednesday night, she was playing the game E.S.O: elder scrolls online. Wanting to be in a group p, she signed up for a battleground and lucky she was to meet with three other level 810s! She was extremely happy and asked them if they wanted to join in discord. They agreed and…

"Hey"!
"Hello Cube"!
"Mmm".

"Oh my god!"she muttered, not that surprised. More like, annoyed. "Noah! Bennett! Adrian!"she shouted through the microphone, the three wincing on the other side.
"No…"
"F*cking…"
"Way…"the three said in turn, shocked.
"Well...this is an interesting turn of events."Adrian said with a guffaw.
"I can't believe we were put together in a battleground team!"exclaimed Noah, his character running around the waiting area. "It's surreal but...that's not what we are here for. What battleground is this?"screeched Bennett as the game suddenly started.
"It's...deathmatch!"shouted Mikado, starting to fight another player. "Little help here"!
"Right"!

In the end, the four of them ended up playing until the early hours of the morning:4am. They did enjoy it immensely but the next day at school, they were absolutely tired. And it got even worse.

Mikado was smiling, trying to act as normal, sitting at her desk, waiting for the teacher to start roll call. Bennet, Noah and Adrian however were lying on their desks, completely tired out from the eventful night they had last night. It was like they were zombies that were still half alive, half zombies!

"Before we get started with the register, we have a new transfer student: Mikano Shibuya."announced the teacher and suddenly, everybody was whispering. Bennet, Adrian and Noah a,so we're alert now, confused just like everybody else but Mikado's blood was boiling just hearing that name. Her paternal twin sister.

Suddenly, the door slammed open and in she walked, the exact copy of Mikado except with long hair. Well, a different hairstyle because Mikado wears a wig so it looks like she has perfect long hair. Literal copies: same eye colour, same hair colour, it doesn't help they need to wear school uniform, same height. The only real difference was that Mikano is just...slightly has a more feminine body, no gender ambiguity.

Without introducing herself, she walked up to Mikado's desk who was now standing up. Mikano was wearing heels which is strictly not allowed but nobody dared to utter a word. Even the three fiancé candidates thought better of it to remain silent and just watch.

"Well well Mikado."Mikano said slyly, dragging the 'do' part of her triplet's name. "It's been a long time, hasn't it?"she asked, looking at her nails, indicating she wasn't interested at all, and this was all just for formalities. "It has. What brings you back to America?"Mikado asked politely, wearing a forced smile that Mikano reflected like a mirror. "My job was finished in Japan. I am not needed there anymore."she replied icily. "Well, I hope it went well."replied Mikado when it really meant "So, you got kicked out because you did a poor job"?
"Well, see you around then."finished Mikano, starting to walk to an empty desk.
"Wait."called out Mikado. "Let's talk."and together, the two walked out of the classroom, leaving behind a stumped audience. 

"So. Why are you really here"?
"Straight to the point are we"?
"Don't change the subject".
"Father called me back. He said to hire some new cleaners and stuff since mother is away in Africa doing charity work". "Oh. You didn't know".
"Whatever. Well...just keep away from me and them".
"Territorial are we".
"Shut up".
"Don't worry. Father called me for two reasons: to choose new cleaning ladies; servants and to just keep an eye on you, make sure you do what you should be doing. No way do I want anything related to them. After All, they have secrets I wouldn't want to get involved with."said Mikano, turning around to walk away. 
"What are you implying"?
"What I said. They have some dark secrets and I wouldn't want to get involved with them. Though, they are only rumours and speculations, they could be true".

"So, what did you and your sister talk about?"asked Noah as the four ate lunch together, well, Mikado was just staring angrily at her food, looking like she wanted to kill somebody. "Nothing that you need be concerned with."she snapped back, staring at her twin's back like her eyes would burn holes in it. Mikano glanced backwards and met Mikado's eyes for a few seconds, smirked slyly and then went back to her group of friends.

"I guess you don't get along well with your family?"asked Adrian, trying to fill the awkward silence. "That's personal and confidential."she replied shortly, starting to eat. The three boys glanced warily at each other, giving each other a knowing look. They didn't try to start a conversation any more and just watched as Mikado gave Makano menacing glares that made even them shudder.

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Author's note- slightly long

New character this time! So… Mikado's paternal triplet. Right, I'll explain.

So, paternal means that one sperm fertilizes two eggs, or it starts of as one but then the embryo splits into two. The twins usually look identical

Fraternal means that two sperm fertilise two eggs and the sibling probably don't look identical.

So, you have Daichi Shibuya with his wife Chung Hwa Shibuya. Daichi is Japanese and his wife is Korean.

His oldest child, oldest son is Kosuke Shibuya. He's 20 and has a position in the business after he finished high school.

Then, you have Mika, Mikano and Mikado. Mika is the fraternal twin to Mikano.
Mikano is the paternal twin of Mikado. Mikado should never have existed in the first place. She was a complete accident. Paternal twins happen randomly and there is no gene that makes them more common so Mikado just happened. Shiro is the youngest child and youngest son of Daichi and Chung Hwa. He's 11 however, he's a very sickly child so either he's in the hospital for checkups or he's at home being home schooled. It is a very complicated family. Well...you learned some new things. It's a biology lesson this time.

However, this was not the main aim for this chapter.

This chapter was there to start the actual action. So yesterday night, I was having a brilliant idea, make the three guys monsters: vampire, ghoul and werewolf. I thought that those three are the princes of the three most powerful supernatural kingdoms, in a different realm that can be accessed by humans. The Shibuya's would be the gatekeepers or something. But then, that didn't make sense to me so I scratched the idea which I spent half an hour on doing research and stuff. However, I kept something from yesterday night's idea and you'll see that in later chapters.

See you soon. ☺️☺️☺️☺️🥰

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This is a story that is suppoused to alert the people of society about how damaging they can be without realising.

Mikado Shibuya is a daughter of Shibuya Corporations, Daichi Shibuya is the chairman. She is the 4th in line to become the next chariwoman and CEO of the company. However, her parents want to marry her off to one of these three boys: Adrian La-Blanc, Bennet Nakamoto Genovesse or Noah Wallace-Brooks. It was supposed to be simple. She get's a year to date them and by the end of it, she must choose one to be her fiance and future husband. Unfortunately, life is never simple and things all start to escalate as she needs to keep up appearances for the press whilst people are suddenly trying to kill her right under her parents' stern and watchful eyes. It's up to these four to find out who the culprite is, their motive and then capture him, she, they and bring...it into jail.

My updating will vary a lot, depends how much spare time i have but i'll try to updae vote and be appreciative of te at least once a week. :):):) Be appreciative of what you have and think before you act.

Chapter 4: Captive

Ace sighed,  the heavy tone escaped through those pale lips he possessed. He took a closer look at his current situation. It wasn't favorable, however it wasn't ominous. The chambermaids Nestor had assigned, Elina and Adelina had stripped Ace's bloodstained clothes and was pushed into the huge bath. Ace had protested, insisted he was capable of taking a bath himself. The chambermaids had left Ace no words of protests. Ace stared at the coloured and lavender-scented bath waters he was pushed into. Every part of him was washed and cleaned. The steam from the baths had blurred the reflective glass and mirrors. Ace could barely make out the shadow of himself reflected in the mirrors. 

Ace was fussed around as he was dressed in fresh pastel blue kimono which had been laid out on the beds in his quarters. It had golden rims which bore the insignia of the Crowley Family. After coming out from the steaming bath, Ace was dressed in kimono, his soft, silky hair freed from the knots and combed, the traditional ornate hair accessory of the Crowley family was fixed onto the sides of his hair. Ace had noted that the ornament had the insignia of the Crowley Family imprinted on it. Bearing the insignia of the Crowley Family, Ace realized the dire situation he was forced into. When the chambermaids were done, they had bowed, retreating from Ace's quarters, leaving Ace in front of the dressing mirror. 

Ace had frowned. He reached for the scars with the tips of his delicate fingers behind his neck, was brought into view through the loose collars of the kimono fabric. His choker was taken away. Ace realized his partner had planned to publicize the existence of his claimed partner. The scars Nestor had made were the solid evidence of who Ace belonged to. Nestor had sauntered into the elegant-crafted chambers with a big smirk pasted on his face. 

"Do you like it?" Nestor hovered over Ace's shoulders, wrapping his arms firmly around Ace's waist. His touch was soft and gentle, as if their love was never apart for the past seven years. He closed his eyes, making sure that the man he loved before his eyes wasn't just another pipe dream, one of his many pie in the sky. Ace was his everything. Everything was for the sake of his love. 

"Which is it?" Ace had huffed. Ace still was not prepared to forgive Nestor everything he had done anytime soon yet. Everything that he had spent sweat and blood building his own place was returned to dust with a single touch of the notorious emperor of the underworld. His efforts of seven years after Nestor's disappearance had vanished into nothing. Just like the fortune tellers and seers had predicted, Ace was a bringer of disaster a and misfortune. He would never be loved by humans.

"Everything. Tell me everything, Ace." His alluring voice whispering into his ear had sent shivers down his spine. His gentle palms had caressed Ace's hair, his hair accessory, and travelled to the scars Ace had bore the ownership behind his neck. Without the choker he used to wear, his neck was lay barren, the marks were displayed for public eyes. His choker which was a present from Nestor during the days of their innocent love was taken away. Ace had often felt insecure without it. Nestor had smiled. It was a sign  that Ace was not prepared to let go of their love for the past seven years. And now, he would never allow Ace to let it go. He'll make their love dive even deeper, embraced so hard Ace would never be able to let it go. Making Ace becoming addicted for the love he harbored for, embracing the darkness where only the pair existed. Till the end of the world. May death do us apart.

The marks that signified Silas Ace Silver belonged to the vampire emperor, the Young Master of the Crowley Family. 

Ace had scoffed. "The pot is calling the kettle back. You made me a captive of your home, chained my legs, and now you want to treat me like a guest? You're contradicting yourself, Nestor."

Nestor merely smiled. Regardless of Ace's smart-witted choice of words, Ace was back in his arms. After all, his gift blessed by the heavens  to mature and entrust to the next generation, his ability to move forward was tainted by his own hands. Tainting him with the poison of his own colours, making him into a resident of the darkness. Bound by the chains of darkness, the white wings of the heavens was ripped off, the possessive love entranced by the devils, embraced into the depths of the hidden realm. Ace could never step foot into the sunlight, ever again.   

The satisfying appearance of Ace, it felt like a painting ripper from its pages. Ace was mesmerizing. Nestor knew his carefully chosen choice of clothes donned on Ace's delicate figure had fitted his partner's figure firmly. Nestor had always known that Ace had the appearance which had mesmerized and tranced thousands of people. That extraordinary ability, Nestor realized Ace was bound to become the mate of the underworld. Nestor had remembered the day of their first meeting seven years ago. He had felt, ah, this man is the man I have been seeking. My mate. And today, Ace had become the omega mate of the vampire emperor. 
       
Nestor smiled, swept Ace into his arms as he exited the chambers. Ace wrapped his arms around Nestor, hung for a dear life. Ace was startled. Startled at everything that was set into motion, since Nestor's threatening reappearance. Seven years was a long time. Was it really that  simple to close that gap of seven years? Their love for each other was real. Once bitten twice shy, was he prepared for what was ahead of them? It wasn't guaranteed betrayal will not happen a second time. Behind the doors, was the pathway which linked to the royal palace. It was Nestor's castle, the heart of the lands reigned under the Crowley Family's iron control. Ace wondered what could have happened to his two best friends who he had left behind in the mundane world. Considering that August had Jeremiah by his side, he felt that his friends would be fine. Firstly, he should be more careful about what was going to happen to him after this.

He had a dreadful future ahead of him. 

"Let me down, bastard." Ace had cursed. He would take it lying down being carried like a princess everywhere. It was embarrassing enough for Ace to walk around the castle, without once being praised, admired and was seen through filtered lenses of fondness, declared as the wife of the underworld king. Ace knew the type of work Nestor was involved in the mundane world. After all, he was a crime investigator of the metropolitan elite forces. And just like his late elder brother, Ace was also extremely talented I'm his work, earning a nickname of his own. 

Nestor gave Ace a grin. "Nope." Was his only reply. Nestor quickened his pace, the great doors leading to the Throne Room came into view. Ace glares begrudgingly at the door. The door adorned the intricate and delicate design. Ace could see with a glance, the craftsman had poured his sweat and blood into carving the doors, along with patience and skills of a talented craftsman. Nestor opened the great doors. It was a sight Ace was never expecting. Rows of bookshelves filled with heavy-bounded books and parchments of scrolls were neatly lined. It was a library. The underworld's source of knowledge. 

Ace glances at Nestor. He was 100% certain the door of that intricate design led to the Throne Room. The room which had came into view was foreign to his eyes. Not a single furniture had even one ounce of similarity. "What is this?" He had questioned his mate, puzzled at the sight displayed before his clear teal irises. Ace knew, it was an archive of information. A library. The experience of being in one during his time in the mundane world was retrieved from the schemata of his mind. Ace was perplexed at the objective of Nestor's reason hr had brought Ace into the library. He was granted permission access to all information of the hidden realm. Was he that trustworthy to be granted access? It felt like Nestor wasn't worried for Ace's prudent behaviours at all. There were no signs of hesitation in Nestor's unwavering irises. The library was Ace's haven. It was one of the reasons Nestor had brought Ace to the place where all information and knowledge were stored. It was Ace's personal hobby. 

And Nestor knew it by heart.

"Ace." His gentle voice had startled the mesmerized Ace. Ace was taken in by the vast amount of books and scrolls stored on the hundreds of shelves he could barely count. The room not only it was spacious, the amount of information was colossal. "I'm sure you will find this place useful. You will be granted permission to use this library as you wish."

Ace had stared at Nestor in disbelief. "Is this the guy who kidnapped me, bonded me and robbed me of my humanity?" 

Nestor sighed. "It'll be a story for another time. Too many things have happened between us. I often wondered if we were cursed or blessed in the first place." Ace nodded in agreement. And for once, they had their first agreement in seven years. Ace sighed as he guided around the palatial mansion, his hands in Nestor's tight grip. Being introduced to every feature of the palace, the culture, food, residents, communities and customs of the hidden realm. Ace then realized how naive he was in the hidden realm. His eyes were sparkling at vast difference. Nestor smiled. Step by step. Soon, he'll make Ace become attached to the world he belongs to. Making him unable to leave his side. 

In the hidden realm, he was alone. It was Nestor who had protected him from harm. A mere human possessed no such power that was capable of defying the residents of the hidden realm. There were no gates to the mundane world. It comes once every seven years, and it requires certain conditions for the magical gate to appear to naked eye. Nestor, the emperor, was the sole master who could grant permission of residents crossing into the mundane world and vice versa. He would never allow Ace to vanish from his side. Ever. 

Ace would remain in the hidden realm. 

Nestor had settled Ace comfortably in a seat near the grand windows. "I'll return to pick you up by dust. Don't ever think of escaping." Nestor had warned. Ace's two chambermaids were ordered to be by Ace's side at all times. Ace was not allowed to wander around alone, without supervision. After all, Nestor was still the emperor of the lands they reside in. A king has a king's duties. Ace's feet were still chained, bound tightly by the metal cuffed chains which had clanked loudly on the cemented floors with each step he took. Two chambermaids, Adelina and Elina were assigned to take care of Ace everywhere he went. Ace was extremely dissatisfied. It was as if freedom was taken away from him. A prisoner in an unfamiliar world, threatening at the very core of his being. Capacitating him to submission, the toxic which had slowly, but surely embracing him into the darkness. 

"Listen to instructions, Ace." Nestor had warned. "I wouldn't mind taking away your consciousness and locking you in the dungeons. You'll become a doll, brainwashed, and will crave for my touch just for me. I will be the only one you will think about, and nothing else matters." 

Ace gritted his teeth. It was clear which was a wise decision. Ace wasn't stupid. He wasn't a confidential elite investigator for nothing. "Bastard…" Ace had cursed within the gaps of his gritted teeth. He wasn't given a choice. Ace complied with Nestor's orders, obeyed the requests of his chambermaids. Nestor bent to Ace's height, planted a small kiss on his lips.

"I'll be back, my love." And just like that, Nestor had left, leaving Ace breathing hard and mesmerized on the lingering touch which was burnt with desire. Ace was still clueless, Nestor had already saw the answer within Ace's irises. 

You will come to embrace your true self, Ace. Become complete with yourself. 

Superintendent Charles sighed. It was over twenty years ago when he had met the four children for the first time. He felt it was just yesterday when the students from Ace's class had just entered high school. Yes, the old man remembered that they were once inseparable best friends. August, Jeremiah, Ace and, of course, Nestor were once classmates. Charles wondered if everything had begun back then. Ace was an oddball among his peers. The superintendent sighed, poring over Ace's profile. His employment within the force was kept confidential, his existence, capabilities and skills was a national secret. His existence alone was kept top-secret confidentiality. It was so many years ago since Charles had discovered Ace's extraordinary raw inquesta talents at such a young age. Charles scouted Ace to work for the force. Ace was an orphan who had lost both of his parents due to the accident prior their first meeting.  

It was a mysterious miracle. 

Charles was extremely inquinstive of Ace's origins. As the superintendent of the metropolitan and elite forces, he was granted access to all confidential resources. Ace was the youngest son of famous drug researchers. His parents were researchers at the research institute named Tzmeric Institute. The research institute was controlled by the biggest organization in the drug market, the couple were ordered to conduct research based on their whims. When Ace was just 3 years old, the institute had exploded, leaving the suddenly orphaned sons alone in the mundane world. Ace had an elder brother, who worked hard in their parents' place, became Ace guardian. Protecting against their greedy relatives, Ace's elder brother had declared he would raise Ace on his own, their help was not needed. His elder brother and Ace had a twenty year gap, thus, had became Ace's guardian. Ace's elder brother was an excellent lawyer who fight for justice and equal rights. Ace's elder brother had superb skills, was nicknamed the 'Court Magician'. At the age of thirteen, Ace's elder brother was at the hands of fate and destiny. Ace's elder brother had died protecting Ace from danger. 

The brother he adored had left the little defenseless Ace alone. And once again, he was alone in the world of betrayal and darkness.

Charles sighed as he closed Ace's file. Charles felt it wouldn't be surprised if Ace happen to be heavens' incarnate. He prayed that the spirits and devils would never harmed and defiled the innocent boy who only knew how to work. But he was wrong. Ace had a hard time trapped in the hidden realm. A captive within the devil's hands. Charles was surrounded by books, newspapers and articles. They were focused on mythical topics. Charles had been researching on the magical gates that lead to the hidden realm. There were no clues left at the scene where the rogue vampires and vanished, along with their emperor, Ace's unconscious body in his arms. The scene had haunted Ace's the people of the forces. It reminded them how powerless they were, their inability to protect Ace, their greatest detective. 

They had lamented and grieved for the loss, the humans and the society never blinked not batted an eyelid on their loss. Their indifferent behaviours had triggered the switch, especially August was especially pissed. "Why no one cared about Ace? Ace saved them!" His crocodile tears had leaked down his shiny cheeks. He cuddled against Jeremiah's embrace. They were disappointed. Disappointed in the humans that Ace believed in. Ace had loved humans. It was why Ace was willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of the future of humanity. 

Charles had submitted a withdrawal at the school Ace had been attending. The students, teachers and staff had been appalled when the Superintendent of the metropolitan forces had personally walked into the school office and requested a withdrawal for Ace. They wondered who Ace really was. It had piqued their interest. With the little information they have, they had concluded that Ace must have connections with the police forces. It had drawn the attention of students passing by the hallways. Charles's deep, baritone voice had stunned the clerks at the administration offices of the institution. On that day, Ace's admission was withdrawn from the institute. The mysterious young man named Silas Ace Silver no longer existed in the world they reside in. 

Charles sighed. The mundane world had to learn to let go of something they had sacrificed for the better of their future. The lamentation will never bring back what they has lost. It was extremely lamentable. Their loss was too big of a sacrifice. Ace was now a captive of the darkness, an aquiescent to the darkness which he had been incapacitated. Regarded as traitor and threat of humanity, the naive ignorance of the man who had saved the thousands of lives. Charles felt it was the weakness of humans which had caused them the 'death' of the man named Silas Ace Silver.

Silas Ace Silver who chose to embrace the darkness in exchange of saving humanity. Complying with the terms of the visitors of the netherlands, a body cursed to walk to darkness by the grand emperor who reigned over the magical lands of mythologies. Vampires which was said to be a blessings of longevity and eternity. Every fibre of his being was penetrated with the toxic bore by the fangs of vampire clans, to walk alongside the emperor of vampires, the heir of Crowley Family. Ace was his to own.

A captive of the darkness.

Nestor and Ace were pulled together by the fate of destiny, encountered each other by coincidence at a bar. Feelings for each other rekindled, Ace was pulled into a world of danger, possession and addiction. Threatened to kill Reinheart, he was pulled into a cage of dangerous love, with nowhere to go but to return to Nestor's side. "You will become mine once again, Ace."

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