How can her eyes shine so brightly like that?  Somehow it feels like home to me. All of these places can't compare to the sincerity she has given me. I must have it.

Five men, one girl. Who will get to win her heart?

How can her eyes shine so brightly like that?  Somehow it feels like home to me. All of these places can't compare to the sincerity she has given me. I must have it.

Five men, one girl. Who will get to win her heart?

ON HIATUS.

Pei Ge smiled while reading the online comments about her, which were getting out of hand by the second.
In Wu Wei's eyes, his superior was behaving weirdly today.
"Boss, are you saying that we should leave things as is and let those people continue scolding you?"
He looked at his superior in disbelief, totally not understanding what she was thinking.
He felt that, no matter what means she used to clear her name in the future, those ugly rumors about her would forever be etched in other people's minds.
No matter how she cleared her name, as long as her name was mentioned, others would recall these rumors about her.
"Of course not."
She retracted her smile, her beautiful eyes flashing coldly, but her next words made him even more flabbergasted.
"Tell the PR department to start working; join those people online in scolding me."
"Ah—huh? Join them in scolding you?"
He looked at her dazedly, his eyes filled with perplexity.
"That's right, but the method used should be different from them. Do it like this…"
Following her explanation, the assistant's confusion disappeared.
Right now, what he had on his face was worship and awe.
"So it's like that! I understand now, boss; I'll definitely properly have your order executed!"
With a smile, he exited her office.
In her office, she stared at her computer screen broodingly.
As she read the comments scolding her online, the smile on her lips deepened.
Just then, the method she had told her assistant was actually very simple.
She had merely ordered her people to take the initiative in scolding her online. Of course, what they were doing was scolding for the sake of scolding and without any logical reason.
With it, they should also bring in Qiao Jingyun.
Once she finally made her move, everyone would understand that it was that woman who had been pulling the strings behind the scene.
When that time came, she would make use of people's inherent nature of protecting the underdogs and pitying the weak by making them feel guilt.
By then, she believed that, no matter how badly she was being scolded online now, once the truth was revealed, that woman would suffer the full brunt of it!
"I want to see what kind of tricks you still have up your sleeve…"
She casually surfed through the net, acting like a separate person from the one being slandered badly online.
On another end, it was the opposite for Qiao Jingyun.
She ran to her room and frantically took off her clothes. Naked from waist up, she stood in front of a full-length mirror and looked at the black mole on her left collarbone.
The black mole was glaring on her snow-white skin.
"Ahhh!"
With a scream, she picked up a flower vase nearby and hurled it onto the mirror.
Crack!
The mirror and flower vase broke into pieces.
Staring at her distorted image reflected on the broken mirror, she suddenly started laughing crazily.
"Ha ha ha! I won't let you guys destroy me. I'll definitely not let you guys destroy me…"


After a series of life-changing events, Pei Ge decides to start anew and rediscover her place in this world. She gets a new job, new friends and… a new boss whom she mistakes as a male host!

He helps her to get revenge on a back-stabbing friend, supports her when it seems that the world has given up on her, encourages her to be more confident about herself and even… messes up her blind dates!

With her strong working abilities and fiery attitude, she manages to climb up the ranks in the company (under the devious scheme of a certain CEO) and even gains a fan girl who can’t wait to be her sister-in-law.

As Pei Ge navigates through the ups and downs of office politics, family drama, finding her right partner and societal expectations, she realizes that things are not as simple as it seemed and everything she had believed in is tested…

The Big Misunderstanding:

“You asshole! Why didn’t you use protection?! I’m pregnant!”
“…It’s not mine.”
“Asshole! You actually dare to not admit it?! I gave all my firsts to you! You jerk!”
…
At the gynecologist, she read her pregnancy lab report and was stunned: Irregular period.
The man raised an eyebrow and smirked, “Didn’t you make a ruckus about being pregnant with my child? Where is the child?!”
“…” Who is scared of who? Let’s make a bet!

Jade stood and stared at the distorted image of herself; the reflection shown on the obsidian mirror somehow didn't seem quite right. It portrayed the girl the world saw on the surface: the usual dark brown hair and the common blue eyes you forget even while you're still looking at them. With tanned skin, pale lips and slim eyes, she was someone you'd see on the street but never completely be able to remember the details of.

Trancelike, she ran a finger over the top of the frame causing disruption to the thick layer of dust that clung to the mirror's intricate ridges and grooves. The patterns were smooth and careful etched until she reached the middle of the left side. A cut on her finger caused Jade to hiss in pain as she snapped out of her trance and glared at the sharp edge of a single carved leaf. It looked out of place in the otherwise smooth surface - almost as if it was added later.

Without her knowing, a single drop of blood fell onto the ancient black frame and a faded inscription faintly glowed white. "Niht iwnoi tce lfer ehtt ube cafru oyt on wohsi."

An eerie green light shone from the mirror so brightly that Jade had to shut her eyes until she felt the light retreat. As a result, she missed seeing the obsidian mirror turn into one of peerless silver. The frame was encircled by multiple threadlike strands interlaced together in a floral arrangement and the polished glass caused the black blemishes to stand out.

The light soon died out and Jade was left disoriented. Getting used to the now dim lighting, Jade saw a reflection. But it wasn't what was there a few seconds ago...

Instead of the brown hair and blue eyes, she saw a girl with jet black hair and eerie green eyes not unlike the light that shone out before. Pale skinned and rosy lips with upturned eyes, she was a girl that would catch the eye of all who saw her.

Reaching out, Jade couldn't believe it when the reflection followed her move. She placed a trembling hand on cheeks and gasped as the reflection did the same. Even with the thick dust, you could tell that the one reflected in the mirror now was completely different from before.

The glass surface rippled and the reflection changed once more. However, this time it didn't show a face but instead the hatred and rage, love and frustrations, ambition and fear hidden inside Jade.

It showed fireworks exploding and a volcano building up before erupting. Memories of when Jade lived with her parents and the time when they were taken away from her years too early. It showed the tiredness that came with the exam period and the disappointment of the test scores.

Perhaps — just for a little while — she'd let herself get lost in the memories it brought back. Lost in the truth it told. Maybe she'd take it with her, it didn't belong in this old dump anyway...

And maybe — just maybe — she'd let herself go and be free.

"Please," she whispered. "I'll do anything." And with those very words she had changed her life. Not that she knew just quite yet

We’ve all heard of The Mirror of Erised. An ancient, ornate mirror with clawed feet and a gold frame inscribed with the phrase “Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.”

The writing engraved on the frame of the mirror is supposedly in a foreign and probably dead language, but if you look closely it says “I show not your face but your heart's desire” backwards, with the spaces rearranged.

The mirror shows the most desperate desire of a person's heart, a vision that has been known to drive men mad.

But have you heard of the Mirror of Noitcelfer? Said to be created at the same time as the Hallows, the mirror has never been seen but stories warn of the power it holds.

Said to be an dark archaic mirror that can change forms, the tales caution of how it taints even the purest of hearts and turns them cold. Its original form is said to be encircled by a frame of threadlike strands of silver, interlaced together in a floral arrangement, with places in the polished glass surface blemished black.

“Niht iwnoi tce lfer ehtt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.”

•••••••••

Written from the perspective of Jade — a Potterhead — who manages to enter the wizarding world and see the events we all know unfold herself. But the stories doesn’t go as we remember... 

In fact, the series changes drastically with the point of view Jade sees it from. How you might ask? Read to find out.

•••••••••

Completely AU!
[Cross-published on Wattpad under the same account name.]

•••••••••

This book will have irregular updates and periods of barely any at all. However, I assure you that I will complete this novel even if it take me 3 years. I hope that you will support me in this adventure and enjoy being brought into our wonderful Wizarding World from another perspective.

Yes, the story is NOT preplanned so the plot is a work in progress but I have an idea of where I want to go. You may see that previous chapters get updated, this is usually to fix typos and edit. If I change a section or add a new section I will inform you all so that you may be up to date and not lost if any new information comes up.

Please bare with me. I have a lot of exams for the next two years and I do not wish to fail them. Thank you for being understanding and for all the support. I really did not expect it!

                                                                      ( Chap 1 )
Among the brightly lit palace hall's glorious, auspicious, and majestic atmosphere stood tall a proud altar burning an ember fire the color of the azure, it's smoky flames rising and moving about in the palace hall.
The altar made of sandalwood tree herb released an aromatic fragrance when burned. The effect of the sandalwood tree calmed one's soul and nourished the mind. It is a must-have for numerous cultivators. However, the price of the sandalwood tree is truly exorbitant. One must be of great stature or background to be able to purchase such a valuable and precious item.

In the inner palace, in the hall, is a middle-aged man dressed in regal garments stood with his hands veiling the lower half of his face, his facial features strong, brows sharp, eyes ambient and dignified. He'd been holding his breath far too long. Then he breathed gently but it felt like a dragon soared the air, its roars proud and thunderous.
Though if one looked at his right arm, one would see it broken and limping.
Standing next to the man was a woman whose body was both elegant and graceful, a beautiful lady but at this moment, she looked extremely weak and pale.
Though broken, the man and woman were not someone many could afford to offend. Their status was high simply based on their choice of clothing. But regardless, traces of tension could be seen on their face as they looked towards the bed where there was a boy sitting awkwardly. He looked around the age of thirteen or fourteen, his body somewhat thin and haggard. This was a boy whose face should've been bright and vibrant but was now red, bloody, and slightly bruised.
The strange thick red blood swayed back and forth on his meridians, roaring faintly as if ready to burst through any moment.
His spiritual energy coiled around his body, shaped like a dragon, whistling and roaring fervently. Sweat adorned his pale face, body trembling, swaying from side to side, and muttering incoherent words difficult to understand.
To the side was an aged old man with silver-white hair wielding a bronze mirror in hand, directing it towards the boy. The mirror shone a soft ambient light, shimmering the boy's body in whole. Under the glimmering light, the strange thick red blood lessened, gradually calming down.
After the fragrance of the sandalwood tree herb burnt up, the boys' spiritual qi retracted and went straight to his palms.
When the aged old man saw this scene, he immediately heaved a sigh of relief. He turned around, bowed deeply to the man and woman dressed in regal clothing who stood from the side waiting for the results, nervousness plastered on their face. "Congratulations to His and Her Majesty. His Royal Highness passed the big hurdle occurring once every three years. This Old One believes that he will be fine in the next three years to come."
The man and woman gently smiled, their clenched fists gradually loosening upon hearing the aged old man's words.
"Master Qin, Yuan'er is already thirteen. It is known that those who formed their Eighth Innate Principal can begin to cultivate. Were you able to find Yuan'er's Eighth Innate Principle?" The middle-aged man dignified and imposing looked towards the aged old man, sincerely asking.
The aged old man suddenly had a sudden dark gloomy countenance. He shook his head bitterly, his eyes dimmed and foggy. "Your Majesty, this Old One was unable to find His Royal Highness' Eighth Innate Principle."
In this world, The Way, the principal of all things begins with the human body. There are countless meridians, a path through which the qi flows inside the human body, but the most important amongst them all was the Eighth Innate Principle. Except for certain circumstances deemed a special case, the average person, a villager at most, has eight meridians in their body. Around the age of two or three, the meridians in their body gradually takes shape. As they grow of age, one must be able to locate the source of their Eighth Innate Principle. Only when they find their Eighth Innate Principle can one begin to cultivate, harnessing the energies and swallowing the powers of the heavens and earth.
This is the beginning of all cultivations.
Master Qin's face was bleak like the world had fallen to its ends. The middle-aged man was no different, his countenance contorting to the point of unbearable.
"His Royal Highness' source of life itself is the Saint Sacred Dragon. It is proud, powerful, dignified, arrogant yet can bring about a set misfortune of disaster if one is unlucky."
The middle-aged man's palms clenched again. Beside him, the woman's body trembled, sharply coughing twice, a ruddy complexion adorning her face.
"Ah! This Old One pleads that Her Majesty cares for her health and well-being. Her Majesty has already lost too much blood when nourishing His Royal Highness. Her Majesty must control her emotions!" Master Qin grew nervous and quickly advised the beautiful woman while sweat formed on side of his temples.
The pale beautiful woman in regal palace dress gently waved her hand, her eyes gazed towards the pitiful boy sitting on the bed. ".The poison in Yuan'er's body breaks out once every three years, each time more powerful than the last. Yuan'er has the life of the Saint Sacred Dragon so why does he live a difficult life?"
Master Qin was silent for a while before raising his head as he replied sincerely. "Your Majesty, after three years, this Old One is afraid that His Royal Highness will be unable to bear the torturous agonizing pain. It is as Your Majesty says, the potency of the poison in His Royal Highness's body grows stronger each time. His Royal Highness may not be able to live then."
The palace hall was silent. The words echoed throughout the air, each word spoken like a silent deadly knife piercing their hearts. The middle-aged man's body shuddered, both his palms clenched tightly as if blood looked ready to ooze out any moment, and the beautiful pale woman in palace dress silently cried.
"Mother, father, I only have three years left in my life?" A soft, calm, tender voice suddenly echoed, breaking the quiet silence of the palace hall.
The three people lost in their own thoughts broke out from their trance, returning back to reality. They quickly looked up and saw a youthful boy whose eyes pierced their hearts. They did not know how long he's been awake.
The three looked at each other, shock seen in their eyes. They hadn't expected him to wake up so quickly. They thought he'd sleep for two or three days straight before slowly regaining a semblance of his consciousness.
"Yuan'er" A voice called out.
The boy Yuan'er was named Zhou Yan by the middle-aged man, Zhou Qing, and the beautiful pale woman, Qin Yu, the king and queen of the Zhou Dynasty.
Zhou Yan smiled lightly, his tender face pale as ever. His body had been weak since birth that all he could ever do, all he could only do was read books. His face was blank, silent for a short moment before slowly lowering his head, his eyes looking at his palms.
He saw layers of his own skin coated with dark blood the color of wine etched all around the palm of his hands and down towards his wrist. The etched markings squirmed faintly, giving the illusion of a dragon's claw. A thick chilling grievance seemed to emanate from the air.
"Father, mother, this time from now on you should always tell me. What is happening to me?"
Zhou Yan stared at his palms once more, gazed at the dark blood etched markings shaped like a dragon. It is this thing, this mark that made him realize what it meant to live a painful life.
Every three years brought him about endless excruciating pain as if someone had swallowed his flesh whole.
When Zhou Qing and Qin Yu heard Zhou Yan's questioning plea, their bodies shuddered, deep regret and self-blame filled the whole of their bodies.
The surrounding atmosphere was silent for a long while, the air seemingly heavy at this moment. Zhou Qing finally took a deep breath, his voice hoarse. "This is Yuanlong Poison."

Destiny, stolen at birth, the prince of the once-mighty Great Zhou Empire, Zhou Yuan, has been plagued by a fatal poison till fate draws him to the mysterious domain where he meets a beautiful girl in green, a bizarre dog-like creature an unfathomable old man in black.

The new home was a small, one-roomed flat, with grimy windows and scratched floorboards. It smelt like the previous owner smoked a thousand cigarettes a day. The only bed was narrow and uncomfotable, the matress so old that  the springs dug into the stiff fabric, one at the end stuck out and snagged at my clothes whenever I tried to fall asleep.
The fourth home in a month, the fourth shelter from the monsters. An oasis at the top of a crumbling building, with a great view, of a burnt-out, lifeless city, with me as the sole resident.
I woke to another grey, lonely day in the empty city, yawning and brushing down clumps of tangled hair. In the only mirror, the glass cracked all down one side, was a girl with orche skin, strange dark eyes, wild black hair, thin lips, a chubby nose, and a small scar, etched right at the back of her right eyebrow. Her clothes consisted of a ripped white t-shirt and ankle length tan pants, with apty sagging pockets. Her feet were bare, and calloused from running away so many times, the skin as thick as leather. I stretched, rubbing my tired limbs, and so did the girl in the mirror. When I looked back she was faintly smiling.  
"Ok, todays's another day not to get killed." I tried to sound optomistic, but there was a tiny edge to my voice. Because you never know when death will come to grab you by the throat, and lead you away from the world of the living.
Sighing, I pulled two limp white slices of bead from the smallish box with a faded cartoon character advertizing some long forgotten apple brand where I kept my limited food and water. Limited, because farms and food are hard to find in these dark times, and deserted supermarkets have usually been ransacked by long dead travellers, and most rivers and streams are clogged by pollution, so almost all of my water is fizzy stuff from stores. Horrible stuff.
Using a bashed up frying pan, I heated the bread over the rusting stove pushed up near the door. the heat went out several times, but after a series of impatient bangs flickered back on. Eventually I removed the neatly browned toast, spread on a thin layer of butter, and sat by the window in an old plastic chair, nibbling toast and looking down on the empty streets, eyes scanning to and fro, warily watching for the monsters.
Yet the sidwalks remained alone, quiet, the scattered autumn leaves its only companion.

I made five fatal mistakes in my life.
 I made five fatal........ 
 Bitter resentment filled the air as she scribbled those words over and over on her journal with her sloppy handwriting. The words were etched on her brain refusing to disappear from her mind.
 The clearing of the throat in the intercom brought her out of her reverie as she realized she was called into the office.
 She knew it would come to this. She cursed herself for lashing out. With one last glance in the mirror, she shoved her journal in her bag slinging her across her shoulder while exiting the bathroom with her face void of any emotion.
                                                             _______________
  (In the office)
 The Principal, a dainty old woman with thick, half-rimmed glasses paced her office waiting for the girl. There was a knock on the door signaling the principal to act professionally.
 "Come in, come in I was waiting for you", the principal said making the girl wonder about the calmness in her voice.
 The principal on the other hand was stunned to see the girl as one thought rang in her mind.
 I have finally found her.

Aiden, a regular high school student, is unknowingly bound to an inevitable fate. 
 When anonymous black roses started showing up at his safe heaven, he deduces something is wrong.
 One Monday morning unfortunate turns of events force Aiden to take a deep plunge into a world that is not his.
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 Spoiler:
 The view made Aiden nauseous and restless as he overlooked a burnt field.
 "What is this", he asked Linda who looked painfully at the scene before her.
 But she did not reply as her old frame bent down to pick up a bud of a flower in the otherwise charred area.
 "This is hope".

I know that it would eventually happen. After what happened last week, I continued going to the old classroom while looking at the Mirror. Percy's Bonding plans still continued and we were being tortured by the images of mushiness and fluff that he was saying. Like Fred and George, I have now an urge to gag or vomit every time Percy keep saying that...

" With this plans, I could feel our bonds keep getting closer to each other!"

" Sharing food, is one of the ways for brothers to become closer." 

" I never thought that I would really miss this.. It reminded me when we are kids..." (blah blah blah) 

" I think that it is good plan that we are having a slumber party every night."

" Let's play Quidditch together!  "

" Ron, how about I tell you a good bed time story before you sleep? "

" Ron, what happened? Did you have a Nightmare? Do you want to sleep together with me?  "

At first Percy was awkward when dealing with his plan but he eventually get used to them. His plans are outrageous. It was horrifying and embarrassing at the same time. It took a lot of time and patience to don't the wand at him and used imperio just to stop this Shit. 

The Weasley Twins and I, have come into argument to sabotage Percy's slumber party of sleeping together but it was foiled with Percy's existing Plan A, Plan B and Plan C and we don't even want to know if he have existing Plan D to Plan 1 to etcetera. 

Other than Percy's disgusting mushy bonding plan, The Weasley Twins were curious where I am going sometimes. It didn't take a lot of stalking and the cheating map in possession to find me. They discovered me looking at the Mirror. I was surprised but it was within my expectations. 

" So this is where Ronniekins is going when he dissappears? " 

" The Mirror is boring, why are you keep looking at them? " 

" I want to know.." " What are little Ronnie.." 

"" Saw in the Mirror! "" 

Then everytime that I would go to the Old classroom, they would follow me. They were curious about what I see in the mirror. So Fred and George has started a guessing game.

" A prefect like Percy? "

" Popular? "

" Eating a lot of delicious food? "

" New Items and clothes? "

" He must be making fun of us."

Eventually they become bored and decided to ask.

" Ron aren't you gonna stop looking at them?"

" This Mirror isn't definitely ordinary.. "

I shake my head and continued looking. They have eventually leave. On the next day that I planned my Mirror Watching again, the Weasley Twins calling Percy isn't expected.

" Ron, stop looking at the Mirror. Fred and George has been telling me how you spend a lot of time looking at them. Since this item was placed here in the Old Classroom, this Mirror is dangerous. Don't let the Illusions deceive you Ron. They aren't real."

I decided to stop my Mirror Watching for today. I look at the Worried Weasley Brothers." I know... But it wouldn't hurt to look at them a little right? Eventually I would accomplish what is in the Mirror. " After saying those words. I accepted the pat in the shoulder that Percy offered. " Sorry if I have made you worried." I glance at the Weasley Twins. They smiled and accepted my apology. 

After that thing has happened, I decided to don't look for it. Three days has passed when the System suddenly reminded me. 

[ You have only two days left before Harry and Dumbledore have a talk and the Mirror would be moved. ] 

After the reminder I decided to approach Percy and asked permission to look again at the Mirror. 

" No." 

" Just last one look please?" 

" No."

" I really need it! I promise that it would be one last time! " 

I watched as Percy took out a parchment. " the last days, I've been looking some information about the Mirror, I didn't find anything about the Artifact but I did manage to find things about the runes that was etched on the mirror. "

" Just one last time." 

Percy's eyes narrowed. " It wasn't safe looking at the Mirror, It is dangerous. " He was angry but he wouldn't understand me. My desperation, my want to see my family and friends again. 

" Just one last time. I wouldn't break my word. " I said again. Behind my back, my hand was gripping my wand tightly. I hope that I wouldn't really used it. 

" Okay." Percy agreed while sighing. " Why are you not even put in the Gryffindor with your stubbornness? " I shrugged and maybe it has to do with the fact that I wanted to stay in the sidelines and not be put into the Gryffindor or Slytherin. " Tomorrow you can look at it." 

" Thanks, Percy. "

" Call me brother, just like when we were kids. "

" Nope. That is bloody hell weird!" 

" Language, Ron!" 

He chided and I stuck out my tongue before leave in his room. I heard his angry shouts but decided to ignore them. 

........... 

Another thing that I expected to happen was this. 

Harry Potter and 'Ronald Weasley' was currently staring at each other. Harry was surprised to find me but I am not. A few moments, his surprise disappeared replace with that weird and strange smile. 

" So..."  " Well.." We both said at the same time. 
Now, I am now surprised and I realize how awkward this strange meeting is. 

" You go first.." I decided to be polite and let him first. He smiled and arranged his round glasses. 

" I didn't expect to see you here... So what did you see in the Mirror? " 

Couldn't he just ask first what the heck am I doing in this suspicious place? This is weird that he was asking what did I saw in the Mirror!

" Could it be that you saw yourself Holding the Gryffindor's cup?  "

With his question, I know that I am currently making a weird face. 

" I guess, No is the answer."  Harry chuckled. There is really a mystery that needed to be solve with this Harry Potter. 

I smiled and decided to follow his example." it was my turn now." Harry nodded his head slightly. His eyes were saying 'please go on'. 

" Did you perhaps see your Family in the Mirror? " 

[ Brainless Human.] 

Harry was surprised. His green eyes looking at me intensely for a moment before disappearing. He started laughing. He took a minute to calm himself down before answering my question and look at the mirror. 
" No, It wasn't. It was more interesting and a satisfying happy ending. "

This is a journey of an unfortunate high schooler who was dragged into a Ridiculous Situation by the System.

[Take it or Die.]

His life was at stake he have no choice but put up with the System. It sounded simple as first, do some task and act his Role as a character wholeheartedly but what the heck?!

He doesn't want to live in a Fanfiction!!


Warnings: Cliche things about the Fanfiction Fandoms

Note: English isn't my first language. Please expect that there would be wrong grammar, sentences and typos.

Slow pace story and the flow of story depends on my mood and inspiration. 

I'm just a newbie writer and this is the very first fanfiction that I've written here in web novel. I'm sorry if the Story is shitty and other things like that. If you're looking for a decent story, this isn't the Fanfiction for you. 

Suggestions on how to write a good fanfiction is welcome. I may ended up in the hospital if comments on how I suck on writing fanfiction continues. Well, it was painful for my heart to read but I will bear with writing and try to update everyday. 


Story clues:

Act 1: Harry Potter- 'Surviving' as Ron Weasley

Act 2: Naruto- I'm just an Oblivious Civilian.. I'm not seeing Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke so close together and so OP!

Act 3: High School Dxd- I don't care what happened... The hell why is there two Protagonist fighting for the Harem?! 

Act 4: Fairy Tail- Sorry I've never heard of you.. 
Act 5: Assassination Classroom + (spoiler crossover) - I thought that everything would happen like it was supposed to be but the system pulled a Mafia! 

Act 6: Swort Art- There was a Random NPC.. 

Act 7: Fate....

"I am giving you one last chance," Miss Mirror said, her voice as harsh as a winter wind.
She didn't want to kill Han Sen. After all, he was the master of the Mirror Spirit Eye Ring. Killing him would deal a lot of damage to the Mirror Spirit Eye Ring, which would affect Miss Mirror herself very severely.
But although she really didn't want to risk damaging the ring, she wanted to kill Lady Wan'er even more. If Han Sen refused to walk away, then she needed to beat Han Sen badly enough that he was no longer in any condition to protect the girl.
"If the last picture is true, will it be me and Han Sen in front of that statue with a thousand hands and a thousand eyes?" Miss Mirror wondered.
"My Lady, you overestimate your Mirror Area's power." Twin trails of blood streaked over Han Sen's cheeks as he held Lady Wan'er. He looked very calm.
"Right," Miss Mirror snapped, looking a bit angry. She had never been this patient with anyone before. If another person had tested her temper like this, even if they were deified, she would have struck them down.
She kept enduring Han Sen's stubbornness and rudeness, but he obviously didn't appreciate that she was going easy on him. It was very frustrating for Miss Mirror. She used her sword to slash at the mirror.
Han Sen moved the moment Miss Mirror swung the broken sword. Her broken sword entered the mirror, but it couldn't hurt Han Sen this time.
"Your Mirror Area can assault my shadow within the mirror you create. Since that shadow is linked to my real body, you can hurt me. But that all depends on you being able to touch my shadow. My shadow in the mirror, however, moves with me. I can control it, allowing it to dodge your broken sword," Han Sen said.
"You are smart. You have learned much about my Mirror Area in such a short amount of time," Miss Mirror complimented him. Her face remained impassive. "But even if you do know that, so what? The mirror world is the opposite of our world. You can control your shadow, but it won't move as naturally as your own body, because every move you make in this world will be reversed in the mirror. And on top of that, you have been blinded. You cannot see your shadow in the mirror, so how do you expect that you will be able to dodge me?"
"Try to attack me again, and you will see for yourself how well I can still dodge." Han Sen's composed expression hadn't changed.
Clearly, Miss Mirror wasn't fond of Han Sen's attitude. She slashed her sword in the direction of the mirror with one of her rainbows.
The power of the attack headed for Han Sen's shadow in the mirror. Han Sen needed to control his movement, guiding his shadow around the incoming attack.
Han Sen's shadow responded instantly to his every movement, but the reversal of the mirror made it very difficult to control.
Normal people used mirrors to do their makeup or brush their hair. When performing a task that required a person to make extremely precise movements, people who weren't very experienced with working in mirrors would often make mistakes. Han Sen wasn't doing anything as simple as brushing his hair, though; he was using a mirror to fight for his life.
Han Sen had to control his reflection to avoid Miss Mirror's scary attacks. It would be a difficult task at the best of times, and doing so while blinded and injured would be nearly impossible.
But Miss Mirror, despite running her sword skills at full power, was failing to inflict any more damage on Han Sen's reflection. She couldn't land a single strike.
"How is he doing this?" Miss Mirror wondered, her shock etched deep into her face.
She knew how hard this had to be, especially since Han Sen had only just become a King. She would never have expected that Han Sen would be able to neutralize her sword skills. After all, she had the experience of a deified. She wasn't some ordinary King class enemy to him.
Now Han Sen could fight her face to face, and he could control the shadow in the mirror with unbelievable proficiency. She missed each and every attack.
Through all of this, though, the most amazing thing was that Han Sen was blind. It was hard to imagine how strong his other senses must be to accomplish a feat such as this.
Miss Mirror couldn't hurt his reflection, and so her sword stopped moving.
"My Lady, it looks like you cannot hurt me," Han Sen said.
Miss Mirror was no longer angry. She had underestimated Han Sen, who was a King. She never thought Han Sen would become an actual threat to her.
But now, Han Sen's performance had revealed him as just that: an enemy who could rival her power. He wasn't just some random King she could slay on a whim.
"You are very strong. A leftover of the crystallizers is this capable? That is incredibly rare. If it was possible to avoid being your enemy, I would choose to do so," Miss Mirror said, looking at Han Sen with newfound respect.
"I don't want to be your enemy, either. Why don't we re-establish our bonds of cooperation and work to rid ourselves of the red-eye plague?" Han Sen smiled.
"We will, of course. But she must die first," Miss Mirror said. The muscles in her jaw tightened, and a weird light shimmered. A scary Mirror Area appeared.
Han Sen immediately realized he was now trapped in a mirror maze. Mirrors appeared everywhere he looked. Even the ground and the sky above were just mirror images.
Han Sen's reflection was in every mirror, as if thousands of Han Sen's were there. The mirrors reflected each other, creating reflections of Han Sen that stretched back into infinity.
Han Sen's face changed. Since there were so many reflections, Miss Mirror could strike him with far greater ease now. Han Sen needed to stop her from hitting any one of those reflections. Defending himself had become a much more difficult task now.
And it would be even harder to break the old mirrors now, too. He didn't know if those old mirrors could be broken, but even if they could break, the mirrors would only shatter and create countless more reflections in the shards. Han Sen would be in even more danger, then.
"Still confident that you can dodge my attacks?" Miss Mirror asked as she hung in the center of the Mirror Area.
"Let's give it a try. Maybe I can make it work." Han Sen shrugged.
"You are so stubborn," Miss Mirror grunted. With a swing of the broken sword, sword rainbows came to life and went flying at Han Sen through the mirrors.
There were too many reflections in the mirrors, and Miss Mirror continued to attack without pause or hesitation. Countless reflections would be involved in every single evasion that was required.
Han Sen's heart leaped. He summoned Jadeskin and channeled as much power into it as he could. His body became icy jade. His mind opened, and his Jadeskin Area appeared.
His expression focused, Han Sen jumped, and all of his reflections avoided the incoming sword strike. At the same time, his Jadeskin Area covered all of the old mirrors. Frost spread over the surface of every single mirror.
"That's useless! Your reflections in the ice are susceptible to my strikes, so I can still use them to kill you." Miss Mirror slashed towards one of the frozen-over mirrors.
"The ice won't work? It looks like this is it, then." Han Sen sighed. Han Sen withdrew his Jadeskin Area, pulling it all back into his body.
Miss Mirror's sword came for one of Han Sen's reflections again, but this time, Han Sen didn't dodge.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
Miss Mirror's sword struck all of Han Sen's reflections, but Han Sen just stood where he was. He wasn't bleeding, and not a single wound appeared across his body. It was like he was a jade statue, resolute and still.
"Not even dust will tarnish my Jadeskin, Miss Mirror. My body is my body. It is mine alone, and nothing in this world will change that. Even if you break all my reflections, you cannot hurt me." Han Sen held Lady Wan'er while he spoke, his voice frosty.


In the magnificent interstellar era, mankind has finally developed teleport technology, but when trying to teleport, they are not sent to the future, the past, or any land known to men...

This mysterious space is called God’s Sanctuary, where lived numerous unknown creatures. Here, humans will make the greatest leap in their evolution to create the most glorious epoch in history.

"Sacred-blood creature black beetle killed. Beast soul of sacred-blood black beetle gained. Eat the meat of sacred-blood black beetle to gain 0 to 10 geno points randomly."

I remember, when I used to live with my family I was never happy.  Always criticizing and finding flaws in myself and my surroundings which used to make me feel low. Insecurities brewing more than the actual reality. 
My fingers don't wrap around my arm.
I wish my lips were thinner.
I look disfigured.
I am abnormally tall.
Hair...so lifeless and dull.
Eyes so sad, so sad and brown.
I would look at others and wonder how it felt to be comfortable in their own skin, their own body, and accepting it. Loving themselves and not being bothered by what people said their supposed imperfections were. It came to such a point where I would stop looking at the mirror and avoid it at all costs. Not that I needed it because my family never failed to do so. A constant reminder of what I had and much more. 
Things were different when I met Liza. She made me feel strangely okay to be me. A concept lost, new and strangely welcoming. It felt different to not be shamed for looking a certain way, looking like me when they would go to extreme lengths to look presentable and perfect like a twisted dollhouse with perfectly etched smiles on their faces. Fake yet charming enough to pretend and lure others in believing what wasn't there.
That familiar feeling came rushing to me faster than a cold breath of lifeless air, gripping me, clenching my soul as I shriveled and looked at the perfect man sitting on the bench placed near the piano. He was playing a tune, smooth and slow, too busy to notice me. The sound of the door must have disturbed his bubble because he spared a glance towards the doorway without looking at me in the eye.
I quietly went to my seat in the middle of the classroom and took out my notebook, trying to distract myself from the feeling, brushing it off. I was done being that way. 
My eyes darted towards the man in front of the class to take a quick inquisitive peek as the other kids piled into the class, ready to start their lessons while he kept playing the piano, gliding his fingers on the keys as if he was touching something very delicate.
Now that I could not see his eyes, I was able to see his lean yet strong built, his features were sharp. Sharp jaw, sharp nose, almost like the distinctive features of Russian ethnicity. He had brown hair that looked softer than my pillow, shoulders not too broad but perfect. He was wearing a full-sleeved white shirt and pants, a formal attire of perfect poise. I could not have a glimpse of his shoes but I am sure that they were shiny and polished like a mirror. There was this odd aura surrounding him, heavy in the air, demanding control and domination.
This strange new man was anything but a student.
And I had a good guess who he was.
He was our new music teacher.

"Tell me you are mine" the cold, sharp, merciless blade tried to force me into submission. Into HIS submission. I am not a property that anyone can own.

 "I-I am yours". Green is supposed to be my favorite color but as I look into his green merciless eyes I feel nothing but fear.

 "Good girl. Now, we don't want your dear ones hurt do we?"
      
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Where do you see yourself in three years? Two? One?

What gives you the certainty that there will be one at all?

In a world where most people dream and everything is normal, how would it feel to not know what normal is? 

  Life is never easy and it won't ever be. It's harder when you have demons of your past and devils in your present to fight against. No one wants to lose but how long can you keep yourself stable? Only the strong and brave survives in the race. Is she strong and brave?

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