No titles need between us
What ever you are
You will be always in my heart
Together we make our own pace

"No titles need between us"
Ever time you say it
it makes me happy
and makes me feel sad...

year 1985 B.D planet Alitear
born again with a system 
Mc flowing in the darkness litter with specks of light pulsing with life "how many does that make again" " I've been a god, titan , devil, omnipotent immortal and what has that given me boredom which fated system will you throw at me now you bastards."
Status
Title: Savior& Destroyer [+2 all stats]
,Demon god[ Immunity to + light magic] , Holy god [ Immunity to + Dark magic , first born of titan clan [+55 STR stat], Material god [+1 all stats, +mastery over all items], 

Animal System extension 
<Acquired title> <[lone wolf]> <[ +2 all stats when fighting multiple enemy's]>

lv.1
Name: Haku quin (Jerry west)
Race: Astra Wolf
blood line: degraded wolf descended/ prior purchased blood lines available
Age: New born
Str:2 /+8 /+0
Dex:1 /+3 /+0
Con:2 /+3 /+0
Int:4 /+3 /+0
Wis:5 /+3 /+0
Chr:3 /+3 /+0 /+3 (New born bonus 1 month)

special
------------
luck: -36

unique abilitys:
telekinesis - degraded 
space affinity - degraded
all elements affinity - degraded (blood line effect)
polymorph - [forms Locked]


<s%al c*uroption 2/7> [time to repair 7 yrs 2 mo 14 days] 11:37 

elsewhere in heaven
a god and goddess talking
"it's in place"
"good my haku didn't deserve this"
"remember your promise"
grumbling as she walked away another was listening to there conversation he whistled "fate of infinite relams now are scaled what does fate hold"

"Claire, what is happening?"
"Is he okay?"
"Gush, I don't know what to do."
"Claire, please let me in"

My mind is full of thoughts. I don't know what to say nor do. I kept asking Claire what is happening even though I can see it clearly. I begged her to let me in but she didn't let me. I kept crying over and over again that night. It's like half of me is dying. The clock is ticking but still Claire is in that room for like 30 minutes. I don't want to sleep because maybe just maybe when I wake up he's gone. So my feet brought me to his messy room. All the books are scattered everywhere. The papers are sticking on the wall and the pens inks are all over his bed. I decided to fix that mess while waiting for some news about him from Claire. I arrange the books on his table, pick up all the papers on the wall and floor. I also requested some new bed sheets for him. As I'm on my way putting the last book on his desk I saw a book entitled "ANFS" with a note written on it "On going story of my life" Out of curiosity I opened it. It is a draft of the book I requested last time. I really wanted to know what's inside of it. He said he didn't want to share his life with others and I'm just wondering why we wrote this draft. Liam is a great writer of fictional stories but I never read  true to life stories from him. He believes that happiness only exists in fictional stories and happy endings only exist in love stories he made. Liam is a realistic person he never believes in imagination nor dreams. I remember one time I asked him "Liam, what is your dream?" and he replied "I don't have any dreams. Leah, I'm stuck in this damn hospital for years and now you're asking me what is my dream? Do you think that a patient like me who's going to die anytime soon will have a dream? Leah, please be realistic."  and by that time I never asked him about life anymore. 
As I opened the book I saw a little note on the first page saying:
"To the person reading this thank you for being such a wonderful human being. I hope in our next life you will have the healthiest lungs in the world. You deserve all the best in the world. Thank you for always reminding me about happiness. I promise that I will fight this battle until the day I find happiness in this world."
-Happily breathing borrowed air,
Liam

I don't know if I will continue reading this book because by the time I saw the note my tears started to fall. I never imagined that Liam would see me as a good human being. He always pushes me away like I'm just a piece of trash for him. He never told me that  he's thankful to have me. As I'm scanning the pages of the book I saw a lots of illustrations and words (of course) the draft contains  10 chapters and the titles of each chapter is somehow catchy but I wonder how these titles are made. Like the title of chapter one.

*Reading*

"Chapter One: The poems of 16"
When I was a kid I used to live with my grandparents. They are the ones who raised me.They taught me so many things in life. But as I grow every year my mind starts to wonder so many things in life. I remember that time when I was 6 or 7  years old I always wondered how stories and lyrics are made. I used to ask my grandfather how authors and composers make such a great story  and songs. I will never forget what  he said to me that time. When he was a kid like me he used to write poems. Life hits him hard and no one will ever understand how he feels and there comes a time that he also does not understand  how he truly  feels so, he turns it into a poem. He said that stories, poems and songs are made when a person doesn't understand the message of the heart. He always reminds me that when you can't understand everything in my mind it's better to turn it into poems or stories. If you can't explain how everything goes in your life it's better to just make it more sensible. Make a story out of it and let that story tell how you truly feel. As time went by my grandfather died  I never had a chance to say how he changed my perspective in life since I was a kid and also that time my grades started to fall. I cannot forget how depressed I am when I got low grades in music. I don't know what to do at that time. So, I decided to write a poem. I try to put in some words that will match how I truly feel. That is the first time I wrote a poem while crying. I don't know how I did that or how I constructed the poem. All I know is that poem comforts me when no one else wants to. As time went by I started to write a lot of poems and little by little I also started to write novels. After my grandfather died everything was out of place. I'm studying and currently in my third year. Everything seems to be fine 2 or 3 years ago but then everything breaks when the path I chose turns to be the path that will ruin everything. I enjoyed learning new stuff and I'm sure every student enjoyed their student life. But it will be more enjoyable when you have friends. I don't have one. I didn't even feel I belonged to anyone. All I have is myself and my untold poems. They seem to be my friends when I need someone to talk to. I do everything alone. It's sad to be alone but that's how life is, you never know who will stay with you at the end. Maybe you're lucky enough when someone stays even in your hardest times but if there's none you must learn to love yourself. " 

Liam's childhood days aren't the same as other people's childhood days. He learned so many things in life when he's still young. As I read the first chapter of his life I started to understand every single thing of his perspective. Little by little I understand his realistic side when it comes to life.  It's hard to survive life alone. It's hard to be the only one that knows how you feel. As the time continues to pass I still don't know how everything goes. Claire hasn't come back yet since she went to the ICU so I decided to read more chapters.

"Liam, what is your dream?"

"I don't have any dreams. Leah, I'm stuck in this damn hospital for years and now you're asking me what is my dream? Do you think that a patient like me who's going to die anytime soon will have a dream? Leah, please be realistic."

When two people meet in times that dream doesn’t exist in reality would they choose to be realistic even if their lives are coming to an end? Will they see their purpose in this world? Will they believe in the magic of dreams, love, and hope?

It was already the afternoon and Angeal, Arlo, Arvid, Frey, and Dharvey were already having their classes. Usually in the afternoon, each of them would be having their major classes of their degree so they don't usually meet each other unless they plan to go home together.
Angeal was in her Stylistics class, listening to Professor Leon. He was already telling the class what tasks they would be doing for the week, already giving them what they would have to do today.
It was also known to the class that Professor Leon is Angeal's father. When they knew about it through rumors that spread ironically from the faculty room, the people who knew were surprised and now understood why their resemblance is uncanny.
Angeal looked like the female version of Professor Leon. Other than that, they both share the same interest in writing—the difference is that Professor Leon lived to teach how to write, and Angeal learned to make stories.
"Now," Professor Leon said as he wrote two titles of a poems on the board, the eyes of the students focused on it. "We would be doing The Passionate Shepherd and The Nymph's Reply."
When the students read the two titles on the board, most of them weren't familiar of the titles. They stared at Professor Leon expectantly, waiting for him to explain further what they are about to do for today's class.
Since this is Stylistics class, the students already expected what they were about to do.
Stylistics is a branch of applied linguistics concerned with the study of style in texts, especially, but not exclusively, in literary works.
Also called literary linguistics, stylistics focuses on figures, tropes, and other rhetorical devices used to provide variety and a distinctness to someone's writing.
If not a short story or a novel to study, sometimes, poems can be used for literary studies in Stylistics.
"We will be studying two poems today namely, 'The Passionate Shepherd To His Love' by Christopher Marlowe, and "The Nymph's Reply To The Shepherd' by Sir Walter Raleigh. For further information, Christopher made his poem in the year 1599, and Walter's, in the year 1600."
As everyone was about to reach out to their phones for them to do a research, Professor Leon called out their attention by clapping his hands thrice, surprising most of his students to stop them from using their smartphones.
"Hey, if you search everything on the net, what will you learn?" he reprimanded, everyone's eyes on him as he leaned on his desk, continuing to speak. "You are to study two poems, correct? We have discussed about ways on how to study poems the other day, now I want you to do just that."
With what Professor Leon had instructed, everyone got their notebook instead, getting a piece of paper at the same time to jot down what they have observed from the two poems.
"Since you are given two poems, you are going to do comparing and contrasting. Once you start, you would find it interesting—the connection of the two poems," he said further as he flashed on the white board the two poems, beside each other.
The moment the two poems flashed before the students, most of them smiled, seeing how each stanza of the different poems came out to be replying to each other.
"Now with what I told you, you are given the whole period to do your study about the poems. Five minutes before the bell rings, submit your papers then you are free to go."
With the instructions now finalized, everyone went silent as they read the poem, the students already making notes before doing an in-depth analysis of each.
Angeal, however, read each poem at the same time, reading one stanza for the other, and another stanza for the second. In this way, she would see how the two poems were connected.
***
THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE
First:
Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield,
THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD
First:
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.
***
From the first stanzas of the two poems, Angeal wrote on her notes the two characters namely the shepherd and the nymph. Since the poem was made in 1599, obviously, the poem by Sir Walter Raleigh was made to reply to the poem Christopher Marlowe had done.
***
THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE
Second:
There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD
Second:
Time drives the flocks from field to fold.
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complain of cares to come.
***
From what Angeal has read from the first poem, she deduced that it was a pastoral lyric—a poetry that expresses emotions in an idyllic setting. It is associated with Shepherds writing music to their flocks. The tradition goes back to David in the bible and Hesiod, the Greek poet.
As for the Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd, Angeal has yet to read more in order for her to deduce what else she would find out.
"Hmm…" 
Angeal tapped the tip of her pen on the table as she blankly stared at the poem by Sir Walter Raleigh, mumbling to herself at the same time. 
"This is more than just a reply."
"That's right."
When Professor Leon spoke, Angeal was startled for a bit as she did not notice that the professor was actually behind her, getting everyone's attention as each student looked at their instructor.
"The poem by Sir Walter Raleigh is more than just a reply to the shepherd. Look closely—read between the lines. Look at its theme—look at the words used. Do not only skim above the surface."
With his reminder said, he continued walking about in the room, the students continuing their task at hand. 
Angeal then continued reading the following stanzas of the poems, in hopes that she would understand what she was missing.


"Devin, do you love me?"

Hearing her question that had snapped him out of his thoughts, the Soul Eater opened his eyes slowly to meet her blue eyes once more. He smiled foolishly as his right hand reached out to her face, his thumb caressing her bottom lip.

"Is that a question you dare ask your husband?"

Angeal pouted like a child. 

"Tell me you love me... or I’ll cry."

Devin chuckled, making Angeal pout more as she narrowed her eyes at him. When Devin ceased his jovial laughter, he didn’t answer her question. Instead, he bent down as he pulled her closer to him, his lips smoothly landing on hers to give her a loving kiss. 

’I love you, Angeal. Before I even knew it, my heart yearned for you.’

~

Punished by the Almighty Seraphim, Devin was branded a fallen angel and was given a curse to become a Soul Eater—a being who is hungry for souls and feeds on them for sustenance.

Devin was bound on earth, looking for clues on how to cure his irrevocable curse until a desperate old man saw the Soul Eater and begged him to save his newborn granddaughter’s life.

However... it comes with the price of selling both of their souls. 

With the old man giving both of their lives to the Soul Eater, what path lies ahead for Angeal as she grows in a house full of magical immortals?

~

The Almighty Seraphim sighed, shaking herself from her thoughts. She then spoke, planting more curiosity in the mind of the Dominion who was watching over the Soul Eater. 

"Continue watching over them. She is his cure, but it will lead her to oblivion.”

~

With the Soul Eater cursed and with them eventually knowing that the sweet innocent girl he saved is the cure, will their relationship be a boon or a bane?

Will they perhaps have sweet love, forbidden love... or maybe even both?

With the given thoughts at hand, will fate bless their lives... or curse them even more?

Let us know the answers to these questions as we unravel the story of Angeal being the Soul Eater’s Possession.

~

[WARNING: Some chapters may contain mature R-18 content.]

[FYI: This book is also a SLOW BURN romance. If you don’t appreciate slow burns, feel free to take a chance on this book if you want to. *wink*]

Volume 1: Nunc Domum
When the Soul Eater, Devin, and his personal servant, Ivar, found no clues about the curse, they finally went home after 18 years. However, when the two arrived in the mansion, Devin's curse suddenly went amok when he met the human girl, Angeal. What could be the girl's involvement in his curse?

Volume 2: Est Ignotum
As the immortals and the mortals spent their days with each other, they are more confused than ever with not only with the feelings they have for a certain person, but also with their background, with their loyalty, and with what lies ahead. To them, there are a lot of things that are unknown...

Volume 3: Actio Culmen Cadentia
The peak of their lives had finally arrived as secrets and revelations, stirring their judgments and what they believe in. As they all go on with their lives, what will they decide for others, and of course, for themselves?

Volume 4: Et Requiem
With all the events that had transpired, each one of them had started to question one's judgment and decisions. Now that these actions had been falling, what will Devin, Angeal, and everyone do to face what's ahead of them?

Volume 5: Insidiamini Torquet
Everyone's lives are now practically caught in series of unexpected twists and turns. As they are to face the challenges that are thrown at them, what would everyone do as everyone is in it for a shocking revelation about their fate? Will they fight for friendship, freedom, or for love?

~

Update Schedule:
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As the doors to the temple opened, Pei Zi Yun led all the members of his clan and family as they stood outside the temple.
A white faced eunuch stepped forward and moved past the soldiers who were escorting him. He took a look at the area, and saw that incense had been placed. He then nodded his head, the decorum had been properly followed.
"Receive the Edict!" The eunuch then held out the Edict with two hands, as he stood before the incense.
"Long live his majesty!" Pei Zi Yun, Pei Qian Shi and all the members of the Pei clan fell to their knees and kowtowed.
"The Imperial Edict: Ying Prefecture’s Scholar, Zi Yun’s father. For dedicating his life to his family, and for producing a Scholar son who had contributed greatly to the nation, Pei Wen Lin shall be bestowed this posthumous title. Zi Yun’s mother, Qian Shi, who tolled through hardships of a widow to allow her son to flourish, she shall be bestowed a title as well." 
"Receive the Edict!" The eunuch shouted out.
"Thank you for your grace. Long live, long live, long live the dynasty!" Pei Zi Yun and everyone else present kowtowed once more.
A soldier then stepped forward, he was carrying a silver tray in both hands. On the tray were the robes of a seventh rank official. Although the rank was not the highest, it was more than what most of the population could ever become. This robe was meant for Pei Zi Yun’s parents, and indicated their new status. The robes were ornamented with jewels with glowed and sparkled under the sun.
Pei Qian Shi’s entire body was trembling in nervousness as she stepped forward to receive the robes.
Following that, Pei Zi Yun then stepped forward to receive the imperial scroll. The minute the scroll touched his fingertips, he glanced down at it and saw that it was red with golden threads all around. 
Pei Zi Yun had become a Yin Master. At this point, he could feel a tremendous amount of energy reverberating at his fingertips. The energy wasn’t coming from the scroll, it wasn’t coming from him as well. When he looked down once more, he could see red swirls forming on the scroll. He then knew that it was the power invested into the Imperial Edict by the Imperial Court.
"Eunuch, please wait up." Pei Zi Yun spoke to the eunuch. He looked no different from most court eunuchs that he had seen, their faces often powdered white.
"Please carry on with your duties, Master Top Scorer." The eunuch replied.
When Pei Zi yun returned to the temple, he placed the scroll onto a scroll holder at the altar. Placing the scroll there was an important part of the rite. Such an edict which had been granted posthumously could be left in the homes of the subject. This scroll will then be passed from one generation to the next, as a symbol of pride.
The minute he placed it down, he could hear the faint and indistinct roaring of a dragon some distance away. Pei Zi Yun then looked down and saw something flicker. He could see an image of the very temple he was in, except much bigger, appear before him. Within that image, the temple was all black, but a bright white energy could be seen swirling around in the darkness. 
The sound of the dragon roaring was being emitted from the image of the temple. He could see the swirling white energy descending down upon a person. The energy started taking a red tinge as it touched the person. This was the Imperial Qi enveloping him.
It seemed like the person inside that temple was his father. He bowed down once at Pei Zi Yun. Immediately, he was draped in the official robes, and was emanating a bright white light as well. Pei Zi Yun could see that the temple had the same signboard on the entrance as the temple he was standing in.
'So that’s what it means to honor and bring glory to your ancestors.'
'The Imperial Court bestowed titles for acts of martyrdom, for being loyal, or for successfully defending a member of the royal family. The difference in those type of titles and the one bestowed upon Pei Wen Lin had a small difference – the amount of Imperial Qi given to them.'
'The True Sovereign title which had been conferred to the Patriarch of my sect was of a much higher order than this, and thus received much more power and strength.'
Everything before his eyes vanished of a sudden. Pei Zi Yun then sighed and shook his head. He dragged his footsteps as he left the temple. When he walked out, he caught the sight of the eunuch staring at him. Pei Zi Yun then invited the eunuch to partake in the banquet. He personally escorted the eunuch to his seat, and poured some wine for him. Pei Qian Shi was filled with a mixture of happiness and sorrow. She was extremely grateful to the Emperor for this, and was glad that her son was doing well in the world. Even though she seldom consumed alcohol, she drank several cups of wine during this occasion.
"Eunuch, please follow me this way, where we can speak in private." Pei Zi Yun lowered his voice and spoke to the eunuch.
Hearing this words, the eunuch laughed, "Since Top Scorer Pei invites me, how can I refuse?"
Pei Zi Yun led the eunuch to an adjoining room and whipped out three hundred taels of silver in notes and smiled, "Eunuch, your journey here was long and arduous. Take this three hundred silvers to compensate your journey, and I hope that this would make eunuch smile more. Please do not think much of it."
The eunuch eyed the money, and realized that it bore the mark of a reputable bank. It came in three pieces of hundred taels each. His face was full of delight as he happily accepted it, "Master Top Scorer is extremely thoughtful, to be able to know how to please others. I shall not refuse it then."
The eunuch reached out a pale hand and took the silver before stuffing it into the folds of his robes.
After receiving the silver, the eunuch blinked once before speaking softly in a sharp voice, "Master Top Scorer gave me a considerable sum, I wonder what he wishes to ask of me?"
Pei Zi Yun lowered his voice and replied, "This humble subject is in fear. I have no idea why the Emperor has decided to bestow this honor upon my family. I wish to know the reason, and I humbly request for eunuch to indulge my request."
"Haha, master Top Scorer, I was wondering what secret information you were trying to ply out of me. So it’s this matter. Master Top Scorer has no need to worry. This is what you deserve…. " The eunuch then laughed once more. Seeing confusion written all over Pei Zi Yun’s face, he then lowered his voice and continued, "This matter was not decided by the Emperor. It was the Crown Prince."
"Master Top Scorer came to the capital some time ago, and saved a lady didn’t he?" The eunuch spoke as he eyed his surroundings warily.
"What has that matter have anything to do with this?" Pei Zi Yun asked, somewhat surprised. Could it be that the lady he rescued was someone of the royal family?
The eunuch then replied, "The Crown Prince is celebrating an heir, and the Emperor is overjoyed. The royal family thus extended their favor upon you. That’s why master Top Scorer received the recommendation from the Crown Prince, and thus had titles bestowed upon his parents. I’m certain it’s because of what you did."
The eunuch eyed Pei Zi Yun with envy. Although the Royal Concubine was not the Royal Princess, she was the only royal consort who had managed to produce an heir for the Crown Prince. At this point she was the consort who had achieved the greatest feat.
"What? The Crown Prince is celebrating the birth of an heir?" Pei Zi Yun was taken aback. This piece of news was new to him, since few people knew of this matter. According to the original owner’s memories, the Crown Prince didn’t manage to have an heir. Soon after the throne was contested by King Lu, who eventually managed to obtain it over the Crown Prince.
Whether the Crown Prince managed to produce an heir was a matter of heaven’s will. Could it be that when he saved that lady in the capital, he helped him to secure the heir?
Pei Zi Yun glanced at the eunuch, and understood that the eunuch might not know much as well. It’s just that it was obvious that Pei Zi Yun was the subject of his envy, to have done something as remarkable as this. No wonder he was so polite to Pei Zi Yun. He understood the original owner’s memories and history, and drifted into an entire stream of thoughts.
'According to the memories, I found out about Xie Cheng Dong first. I then discovered the existence of King Lu, and now I’ve found out that the Crown Prince has an heir to his name. Now that the Crown Prince has a son, he has an extremely good chance of succeeding the throne.'
'In saving that lady, I’ve pitted myself against King Lu and offended him greatly. Because of that we’re now mortal enemies.'
'It’s just that should King Lu ascend the throne, I would be the first target of the entire Daoist realm, and they would make killing me their first priority. This new situation means a turn in the series of events!'
'Can this Crown Prince be relied on to succeed the throne?' In that fraction of a second, a thousand thoughts filled up Pei Zi Yun’s mind.
"Master Top Scorer, Master Top Scorer?" The eunuch looked upon Pei Zi Yun’s face and was shocked at his unresponsiveness. The eunuch was almost shouting at Pei Zi Yun.
"Oh, it’s just that after hearing such big and joyful news, I was taken aback. I sincerely seek your forgiveness." Pei Zi Yun snapped back and reacted hurriedly, a smile on his face.
The eunuch returned the smile and politeness, "It seems like the rumors are true, that due to your merit, the Crown Prince has a son and heir to his name. Since you’ve joined a Daoist Sect, the Imperial Court could only reward your parents. However, all this would pale in comparison to the favor and grace the Crown Prince would show to you when he acquires the throne."
The eunuch’s tone bore evidence to his envy. Having saved the grandson of the Emperor, and gained immense favor with the Crown Prince, Pei Zi Yun was in a very desirable position. Once the Crown Prince becomes the Emperor, Pei Zi Yun will indeed have a life of comfort and luxury. If this young infant eventually takes the throne from his father, Pei Zi Yun would be shown two generations of favor.
"Come waiter, pour some tea for eunuch." Pei Zi Yun instructed.
The eunuch was decided whether or not to have some tea when he suddenly thought of something. He then spoke, "Master Top Scorer, tea is a small thing. I’ve long heard of your reputation as an outstanding poet. I wonder if I can boldly request for you to personally write me one of your poems for me to bring around, so that I might appear to be more refined than I am."
Hearing these words, Pei Zi Yun mumbled to himself. He had initially thought he could still make amends with King Lu for killing the men in Ying Prefecture. At this point, there was absolutely no way to bridge their differences. However, it would be good to befriend this eunuch, and have him feel indebted to Pei Zi Yun. There might come an opportunity in future where he might need the eunuch’s help. With this thought in mind he asked, "I wonder which poem eunuch wishes me to write down?"
A waiter then came over and poured some tea for the both of them. The eunuch then received his cup of tea. Hearing that Pei Zi Yun had agreed to his request, he laughed out. "Haha, master Top Scorer is really easy going, and clearly respects us eunuchs. You’re very different from so many officials who don’t. I’ve been in the palace, listening to people recite your <Let’s Drink Up> poem. If master Top Scorer agrees to pen it down for me, I shall be eternally grateful."
"Can eunuch please retrieve my quill, ink and paper for me!" Pei Zi Yun requested
Before long, someone brought out some quill, ink and paper out. Pei Zi Yun unrolled the large piece of paper and used some paper weights to hold them down.
The eunuch then stepped forward, "I shall help master Top Scorer to prepare the ink."
As he spoke, he started grinding the inkstone.
After some time, the ink was prepared. Pei Zi Yun retrieved his ink and dipped it into the paper before starting to write. 
"Good poem, what fine words. It’s one thing to hear it, and another to actually read the words written by master Top Scorer." The eunuch praised as he read the first line written.
Pei Zi Yun remained quiet as he placed the quill down to admire the words he had written before completing the rest of the poem without stopping. 
Pei Zi Yun then kept his quill as the eunuch applauded him loudly, "This poem is indeed the finest piece of work I’ve ever seen. Now that I’ve acquired a poem personally written by you, when I return to the palace I shall be the subject of envy within the entire palace!"
Pei Zi Yun didn’t speak as the eunuch retrieved the poem and examined it, clearly satisfied. He then inched closer to Pei Zi Yun and whispered, "Since master Top Scorer agreed to my request, I won’t be petty too. I shall tell you a rumor I’ve heard. It’s been said that King Lu is extremely furious that the Crown Prince now has the upper hand. I urge master Top Scorer to be careful."
When Pei Zi Yun heard this, his expression turned sour. The eunuch then straightened his posture and shouted loudly, "Many thanks master Top Scorer for the tea. I cannot stay for long, for I have to return to the capital and serve the Emperor. Farewell, Master Top Scorer."
"I still have not heard of eunuch’s mighty name." Pei Zi Yun asked.
"My surname is Liu, master Top Scorer can refer to me as Eunuch Liu." The eunuch then bade his farewell, as Pei Zi Yun escorted him to the entrance. When he walked out, soldiers surrounded his flanks as they rode off into the distance.
Pei Zi Yun then cast his glance away from them as he paced several steps. He sighed loudly.
Just now Eunuch Liu had warned him of King Lu’s revenge. How should Pei Zi Yun avoid it?
He knew that he must not stay long in Snail Village. King Lu wields tremendous power, and might not bother to determine who Pei Zi Yun was among this population and might just kill everyone.
Just as Pei Zi Yun was deep in thought, the village chief then led the rest of the villagers over as they offered their congratulations. "Congratulations master Top Scorer. You are indeed extremely fortunate and blessed, to constantly bring glory to your household and ancestors. Snail Village hasn’t seen anything like this in the past hundred years."
The village chief congratulated him and was met with Pei Zi Yun’s polite reply. Now that the Imperial Edict had arrived here, the next few days were going to be filled with people visiting to offer their praises.
"Madam Pei, you’ve really raised such a fine young man. Barring his ever growing reputation, he even managed to obtain official titles for you and your husband. Everyone’s so envious of you." An old aunt told Pei Qian Shi.
Pei Zi Yun looked over and saw his mother smiling. His heart skipped a beat and yet his face showed no sign of it. "Mother today is a big occasion for all of us. We have to prepare a banquet for all the guest who’ve come to offer their praises."
"I’ll let you arrange these matters." Pei Qian Shi smiled and replied. Much glory had been brought to the Pei house. At this point she felt like she could die without much regrets.
"Yes, Mother. I shall handle it. After the conclusion of this affair, you should return to the city. I have errands to run elsewhere. You shall be lonely at home here if you stay." Pei Zi Yun sensed an opportunity and spoke out.
"Fine, fine fine." Pei Qian Shi’s face was still beaming with joy as she replied.
After several days had passed, Pei Zi Yun hurriedly escorted his mother and Liao Qing Ye to Fu Mansion. Having his master look after them would mean they would be safer, although at this point it was hard to be assured.
In the past when Pei Zi Yun pitted himself against Holy Jail Sect, his master could fend them off. Could she do the same for King Lu?
Not mentioning just Fu Mansion, but would the whole of Free Cloud Sect be able to fend King Lu off? However at this point, there was nothing to be done. Fu Mansion was still much safer than being in the village. Hence, he knew that he could not stay within the village for long.
As this thought flashed across his mind, Pei Zi Yun could not suppress the fear he felt. He sighed, "Heavy rain is about to descend!"

Earth Immortals are cultivated from a blessed land,
Heaven Immortals move to and fro from the divine mountains.
I have a stalk of plum blossom, and I shall maraud the Will of the Heavens with it!

The carriage stopped a stone's throw away from Ren Baqian. The female general gave an order, and Ren Baqian was dragged towards the kirin by the two soldiers. He promptly found the steel blades at his neck once again.
The carriage door was pushed open, but a curtain of pearls prevented people from seeing clearly inside. Someone appeared to be lying down, surrounded by a few others who were standing.
Aware of his imminent brush with death, Ren Baqian forced all distracting thoughts out of his mind.
"Identify yourself." An indifferent voice came from within the carriage. It sounded like a woman.
Upon hearing the voice, Ren Baqian felt immensely pressured. He was unsure of whether it was the steel blades pressing against his neck or the woman's voice that was causing him this discomfort.
"I am Ren Baqian from the Northeastern provinces of China and have wandered here by accident. I am proficient in mathematics, physics, chemistry, agriculture, smelting, poetry, theatrics, and am a gourmet as well. I believe I can be of some use to Your Highness," Ren Baqian said as he tried hard to stay calm. Not knowing who the other party was, all he could do was provide more details and pray that something stuck.
"Oh? China? Never heard of such a place. What's mathematics, physics, chemistry? Poetry? Let's hear you recite one." The voice remained lofty and indifferent.
Ren Baqian felt that the other party wasn't very interested in what he had to offer.
However, since the other party had requested it, he promptly recited the first poem that came to mind.
"I saw the moonlight before my bed,
and two pairs of shoes on the floor.
I raised my head and gazed at the full moon.
I bowed my head and thought of home."
The poem completely reflected his current mood; he was practically dying to go home.
At least back in his own world, there weren't people who hastily ordered beheadings.
What he failed to realize was that the poem he recited was rather off… (second phrase is wrong)
"The nerve of this guy. Drag him away and behead him!" This time, the cold, unfeeling voice was tinted with mockery.
Ren Baqian was struck dumb. Was he about to be beheaded right after reciting one poem? He now understood why exactly that soldier from before was so quick to call for beheadings.
Seems like he was merely imitating his superior. Considering how the higher up behaved, it was no small wonder why the soldiers were like that.
Barbaric, these people were too barbaric.
"I know a lot about agriculture and metallurgy. I can design farming machines to increase production rates, and even provide expertise on smelting steel. I have a good understanding of various weapons and will be more valuable than a million soldiers!" Ren Baqian shouted in desperation.
The two men who were standing behind him had already grabbed him by the shoulders.
Ren Baqian knew that he was as good as dead once they finally dragged him off.
"Stop," the voice lazily commanded. The two soldiers obediently froze.
"That's quite a lot of things you know!" said the lady from inside the carriage in a rather sarcastic manner.
"Yes, I read widely. I am also well-versed in storytelling, as well as cooking all sorts of exotic food. I can teach you mahjong, dominoes, and other card games to relieve your boredom. I am knowledgeable about skincare routines too." Ren Baqian spewed out hurriedly. The person who had been speaking from within the carriage sounded like a lady, so he quickly threw in his knowledge about skincare in a bid to save his own life.
As if that last sentence really hit the nail on the head, the curtain of pearls was pulled aside.
Ren Baqian peeked into the carriage and finally saw the person within.
A woman dressed in a majestic crimson robe was lying down inside. Beside her stood two females wearing white. One of them was busy fanning her while the other fed her grapes.
She appeared to be about twenty years old or so with sharp eyebrows that sat above a pair of eyes that were as bright as the stars. Her refined facial features, combined with her eyebrows, made her look incredibly imposing.
The only word Ren Baqian could think of to describe her was "cold". He felt chilled to the bone.
To him, her face was the perfect representation of indifference and utter disregard. He could not see a single ounce of color or emotion.
The fact that the person they referred to as "Her Majesty" was a woman also surprised Ren Baqian. He had instead expected a male emperor of sorts.
It seems like the titles used in this world were a little different from those on the Earth he knew.
The lady's bright eyes gave Ren Baqian a quick scan before she looked him in the face.
Ren Baqian felt that her gaze changed momentarily but was unsure of what he saw.
Moreover, it was only for an instant.
"Where are you from?" she asked coldly.
"Northeast China," Ren Baqian felt slight relief at the thought that he just might survive this.
Asking him about where he came from meant she had some renewed interest.
"Where's that? I've never heard of it before. Is it some tiny country in the outskirts?" The woman asked in her trademark nonchalant manner as she grabbed a small cup of wine from her palace maid.
"I don't really know how to explain it to you. I really have no idea how I got here either," Ren Baqian answered honestly. Knowing that his words would determine whether he lived or died, Ren Baqian decided to be truthful in case the other party discovered otherwise.
"What's your name?"
"Ren Baqian."
Looking pensive, the lady took a sip from her cup. Ren Baqian was like a prisoner on trial: sweating buckets as he awaited his judgment. His clothes were soaked with sweat as if he had just gone for a swim in them.
"Your Majesty, are we to behead him?" The female general from before broke the silence after ten minutes.
Ren Baqian almost passed out from frustration when he heard this.
Why does everyone here only talk about beheadings?
According to the titles used on Earth, this lady must be an emperor. An empress?
Or could it be that the two worlds had similar vocabulary but different meanings?
"Bring him back," The lady in the carriage said as the pearl curtain was drawn.
Ren Baqian was carried to the side of the road. Having finally escaped the ordeal, he greedily gasped for air. His heart was beating so hard the whole time that he thought it might just burst out of his chest.
At least he would be kept alive for a while longer.
Watching the carriage advance, all Ren Baqian could think of was the color red.
It was a while before he regained his senses and began to check out his surroundings.
The road beneath his feet was made of dirt, but it was wide and surprisingly even. In a world without cement, this was probably the main road.
All he could see for miles were plains filled with wheat-like plants.
It was July when he left his world, and it seemed like it was around the same period here as well.After walking for almost half a day, he finally saw a city.
"Magnificent" was the word Ren Baqian would use to describe it.
It was huge—humongous even.
He estimated the city walls to be around least twenty meters tall, about as high as a six story flat. It was completely built out of gigantic cut stones, indicating that the amount of manpower and resources used was insane.
Soldiers clad in shining armor stood along the main road. Behind them was a sea of people kneeling down with their heads bowed low. No one dared to make a single noise.
The city looked even bigger from the inside. Stores lined the streets, painting a picture of extravagance. If not for the large number of people kneeling by the streets, the city would probably look much grander.
Walking on for another two hours, he passed through another inner castle. Ren Baqian could see a building complex, or rather, a cluster of palaces in the distance. He had an inkling that this might be his destination.
What happened next proved him wrong. Just as he was about to reach the palaces, Ren Baqian was dragged towards the middle of a courtyard and swiftly thrown into a dark jail cell.


In a world where its inhabitants can destroy a city wall single-handedly, the empress has a kirin as her pet, and the imperial palace of Great Xia has a pool containing a dragon. There is also a Sword Mountain where spirit swords occasionally leave in search of a master .

Bootlicking the empress, Ren Baqian ascended to the apex of life.　　

Cang Lang stood on the spot, but quickly recovered.
It did its homework on Vigilante A, and knew that after entering the so-called Draconic Penitentiary, as long as one was not guilty of heinous crimes, one would be able to redeem oneself by paying an amount after suffering through a bout of torture, just like a certain missy from Azure Mountain...
Thus, it exercised restraint in its daily life and never did anything too atrocious. It had also already prepared a sum of money to ensure its safety.
In ordinary days, whenever it needed to take a dangerous action, it always used the white wolf Dharmakaya instead.
However, this time he was attacked on all sides by the Devil Rats. It was four-to-one, so they were confident. Secondly, the white wolf Dharmakaya had its limits, so it might not be able to go up against the Devil Rat King Lie Huo.
Most importantly, it believed that this was an internal strife belonging to devilkind. If it did not involve right and wrong, or good and evil, then Vigilante A had no right to interfere. Who would have thought that he would come anyway...
As a result, it was taken into Vigilante A's lair this time. All it could say was that it did not wash its hands before leaving the house. This was fate.
At this time outside the cage, a pretentious person with a pile of titles came up, asking for redemption money, just as expected.
'If you want to ask for money, then just ask. Why'd you have to recite a poem? If I wasn't familiar with human culture and knowledge, I really wouldn't have understood your meaning…
'What 'both can be given up for freedom'?
'You might as well name a price.'
Cang Lang lamented for a while. He was clear that this time, it would be impossible to come out unscathed.
'What righteous hero? In the end, you're just a petty feudal officer. Since I know how greedy you are, how would I be afraid of you?'
Thus, it pretended to be disdainful and said, "I don't want to talk to you, a petty officer, about this. I have three valuable treasures hidden somewhere outside. Let me release a message, there'll be someone who will bring them here in exchange for my freedom."
"Oh, what three treasures?" Fang Ning pondered. The treasures Sir System had really were quite a lot, but this trick was the same as money. Who would complain that it was too much?
'At least, I wouldn't.'
"The first one can manipulate weather and bring rain; the second can turn any base matter into gold; the third…" Cang Lang stopped halfway and looked at Fang Ning.
"What's the third's function?" Fang Ning felt his heart itch and quickly asked.
"Those two will be enough for me to redeem myself. I want to use the third one to redeem the other three demons." Cang Lang coldly said.
"So you do have some kindness." Fang Ning's impression of this white wolf shifted slightly upon hearing its words.
He had some history with this white wolf in the past. For example that time in Cloud Fog City, it planned on destroying the spirit of the meeting for uniting demons and humans, but was driven away by his barrage of verbal attacks. 
Now, there were still some chances for this white wolf to be a hero for one side.
Under this kind of situation, it was rare to see someone caring about the subordinates captured along with one.
After all, among humans, there were plenty of superiors who only cared about his own escape...
When the superior was in danger, he only cared about himself, so it was no wonder that his subordinates would imitate the birds that choose the trees they nested in.
"Alright, I can't be bothered to haggle with you, so we'll just settle it that way. What's the function of the third one?" Fang Ning quickly said.
Sir System suddenly interrupted, "Rich-man Host, you're really lazy. What do you mean 'we'll just settle it that way'? I thought that since you could recite a poem, you'd definitely extort more as well. You're satisfied with just these couple of treasures?"
"Ah, what do you want to do, then?" Fang Ning said guiltily. The System was right, he had always been too lazy to haggle.
In the past, when he went to the market to buy vegetables, he usually left after buying them. Once in a while, he would be lucky enough to meet an auntie who was also buying vegetables, so he could just follow behind her and say 'give me the same' after she finished haggling...
At this time, Cang Lang said, "The third treasure can bring the dead back to life and make the dried bones grow flesh."
Saying this, it felt secretly pleased. It never thought that this arrogant person would be such a short-sighted layman who was so easy to dismiss.
However, it did not know that the person it was haggling it had changed now...
Fang Ning evaded the subject and said, "Ah, I've some matters to attend to. I'll send a commissioner to discuss with you about redeeming yourself."
"Damn it, as a Hero, how can you go back on your own words?" Cang Lang instinctively felt far from good.
Although the person in front of him was arrogant and boastful, he was easy to deal with. If he were to be switched with someone else, the consequences would really be unpredictable...
"Hm, although I have many titles, I don't have the one of 'Hero'... I'm leaving, I'm leaving." Fang Ning casually dropped the sentence and slipped away.
Only Cang Lang was left, dumbstruck, before a voice sounded.
"This little ransom of yours is only enough to buy the freedom of one of your legs. Are you gonna continue?"
The voice was inhuman and extremely cold. Cang Lang only felt that it freeze it all the way down to its bones.
...
After being scolded by Sir System, Fang Ning left the arena feeling battered and exhausted, and returned to the System Space in a bad mood.
He raised his hand and summoned the Earthly Monument. After it recognized him as its owner, he was able to change it according to his wishes. Currently, it appeared as a piece of jade in his hands, warm and pleasant.
Since he had nothing to do, for now, he checked the other functions of the Earthly Monument.
Apart from being able to integrate and protect the user, this Earthly Monument had other functions as well, just like the Divine Monument.
[1. Terran List. Records all the rare treasures in the world. Items making the list are all extremely valuable treasures.]
[2. At the beginning of each year, a treasure will be born, starting the 'Treasure Heist Contest'. The winner will obtain the treasure. Participation qualifications: Be in possession of an artifact in the Terran List.]
"Oh, that's pretty good." Fang Ning's imagination roamed. He immediately wanted to see how many of the treasures the System had were on the list.
"Don't see. Don't you know the meaning of keeping a low-profile?" Sir System suddenly said.
"Eh, I can't even look in secret?" Fang Ning was speechless.
"Who knows, maybe if you look, it'll be the same as the Divine Monument and the stupid Heavenly Axiom will suddenly deliver a free advertisement to let all those strong cultivators know as well…"
"Isn't that what you want? If people come to you to fight over it, then you can just farm them."
"Oh, that's true, but a wise man once said, 'Don't be afraid of a burglar, but be afraid of a burglar who thinks'. I don't want to be so high-profile." The System explained.
"Hm, aren't you high-profile already? Pharos of the East, Hero of China, which one of these titles aren't world renown?" Fang Ning said speechlessly.
"Ah, you still have to wait for now. I have too many treasures, we can't reveal them so early."
"Forget it, besides, I don't care about your treasures. I'm happy as long I have the Divine and Earthly Monuments, as well as my precious game book." Fang Ning said flippantly.
"Damn it, you took all the best treasures even though they were obtained through my effort. How could the Heavens be so unfair?" The System was indignant.
"Hahahaha, that's because treasures only land in the hands of the virtuous. Are you virtuous? Nope, you frequently do immoral things, so all the good treasures come to me." Fang Ning said triumphantly.
The System was speechless, "..."
...
In the central part of North America, between the green mountains and forest, was a simple wooden villa.
In the wooden villa, there was an old man wearing a long robe currently healing his wounds.
The dense forest and rolling hills concealed the villa well.
He was Ling Yunzi. A few days ago, he managed to escape from Vigilante A's blockade using the blood sacrifice technique, and hid in this bodhimanda[1] that he prepared early on.
After a long while, his entire body trembled. Blood red energy circled his body for a long time before slowly dissipating.
He then opened his eyes and slowly stood up.
"That hateful Vigilante A, he caused me to waste 3,000 furnaces." He bitterly spat the sentence. Then, his heart suddenly shook, and he looked to the far west.
"Haha, my chance is here," He laughed triumphantly, "Vigilante A, your preordained enemy has Descended. Hahahaha!"
His body flashed, and a cloud appeared, drifting to the west.
[1] A place for spiritual learning and practice, such as a temple or one's home.


Procrastinator extraordinaire, Fang Ning, had lost his consciousness after banging his head on a night of celebration. He woke up to a realization that he no longer had control of his body, as a System had taken it over. Will he eventually regain control of his body or will he be trapped in his body forever? How does he maneuver this situation? What's in store for Fang Ning?

The viscount stares at me in horror, Duke Luternal shivers.
"My apologies but it... it seems the crown prince is correct I will prepare them and come back in a month's time with a full proof plan according to the Crown Prince." The Duke stammers at us not bothering to look up from the ground.
"Fine... All my vessels may be dismissed for the day." My father commands everyone to leave the room.
"Before you leave father I have a few things I would like to talk to you about." I stand in front of my father looking at his bright aquamarine eyes.
I hesitate not knowing where to begin, I was thinking of telling him about the book the red-haired man left me, but now staring at my father I've decided against it.
"Due to the attack on Fairy Tale, Master Agatha is requesting that each nation send a few capable knights to help protect the school. She says of course it is up to the leader. I was sent as a delegation for Atlantia since I'm your son."
"I'll see what I can do, but I agree protecting the future of the kingdom is indeed important. What are your plans for this weekend?" My face turns to shock not expecting the question from my father.
"I'm going to have an adventure in Atlantia." I smile at him.
"Explain further in detail please." He rests his chin on his arm which is propped up on the armrest of his throne.
"I'll stay for dinner today and be back on Sunday, but until then I'm going to explore the capital and maybe check out a territory. Again I want to find some adventure here in Atlantia, know my people, have fun, live life a little." I admit to my father my honest thoughts.
"Alright, you may go, your servants have missed you. I'll see you at dinner." I nod in goodbye before teleporting directly out.
I teleport to just outside my palace, through the windows Rylie and Conna stand cleaning my room.
I knock the window in an all but familiar pattern.
knock knock, kn-knock knock... knock knock.
The window swings open as Conna and Rylie greet me.
"Young Master! Welcome back!"
 I smile at my lovely maids' greeting.
"It's good to be back, shall we have some tea?" I hop into my room through the window, enjoying being back in this palace.
------
"So how was the beginning of the year at FTA, other than the attack?" My mother asks as we sit down to eat dinner.
All afternoon has been wonderful, though it's kind of late right now I truly enjoyed spending time with Rylie and Conna.
I had only just a few hours ago at five gotten off from school now it's almost eight.
"Really really good. Magic is... so much more than I could have expected." I respond thinking about all of the things I've learned.
"So you've been doing well in all your classes?" Father expresses his concern from the head of the table.
"Magic at times has been a struggle but I've gotten over most everything. The curse magic teacher and I have a feud going on right now so we call each other the bane of our assistance. I found out that I am not an attack mage, but rather a healer." I tell them my honest thoughts about my magic.
"Healing, I didn't know you were taking healing on top of everything else?" Seraphina speaks up.
It appears since I helped her out with her shifting she now doesn't totally hate me.
"Yes, I decided that staying alive and keeping people alive would be good knowledge to have. I figured since my strongest element is water that healing would be the most beneficial to learn along with curse magic."
"Why is big brother taking so many classes?" One of the twins, I think Lawerence asks.
I can't tell them apart yet.
"Take as many classes as one can handle. I technically new to this world, so big brother wants to learn as much as possible," I smile ruffling his hair.
He grins back up at me.
"What was the fight like?" The other twin, Jacob speaks up.
"Hectic, necromancy is seriously creepy. What was going through my mind as we fought was they weren't getting into my school. Thankfully the caster attacked me and I was able to find a loophole and protect the school." I relay to them a quick summary of the fight.
"You're strong enough for Headmistress Golden Enchantress to send you into battle?" My father directs a question at me.
I nod in confirmation.
"W...why would the Headmistress send a first-year" into battle?" My mother's worried voice graces the room.
"Master Dameon says my dual-wielding is past the level of an Omega Knight, as for my Magic Master Agatha told me that I could easily pass the Royal Mage Exam and get ranked around the level of a Warlock." My parents stare at my in disbelief
The Orders of Knights within our Kingdom and within the capital in orderf skill are
Beta Knights
Omega Knights
Zexcolon Knights
Alpha Knights
As for the degrees of Magic all across the land, a for a male is
Apprentice Mage
Mage
Archmage
Warlock
Enchanter
Sage
Of course, there are many other titles because people can carry many titles.
Titles like Witches, Voodoo man, Boogieman, we also carry things that define our magic.
Master is the Golden Enchantress, as for the Knights you can be an apprentice Knight, Knight, Master Knight, or Grand Master Knight.
"Big Brother are you going to take the Knight's exam?" Lawerence asks me.
I smile at his maturity, one day he'll make a great leader.
"I haven't decided, I probably will next summer or something during my second year. Right now I need to focus on other things." I answer honestly.
My thoughts drift off as dinner conversation continues, I answer abstant mindly when some one asks me a question.
After I go back to my room pick up the story of my parents, the poem the red-haired man left me.
What to do, is silence better than honest...

Come one, Come all! This is your one-stop-shop on your way to your very own story. OR should I say your one school. Welcome to Fairy Tale Academy where is it your job to discover how to get your very own Fairy Tale. Of course, death is possible, villains are necessary. Anyone can be anything. Which path will our reincarnated victi---wait wait don't cut the narrator out. I mean which path will our HERO Choose

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