A group of assassins was organized to protect the President of Zephyr. However, one of them 'betrayed' the group and was being targeted by the likes of the Academy and the Government itself.

The novel follows the story of an ex-military man, Shane Kilgore, who is killed in battle and is reincarnated into another world, ruled by magic.

A tale of adventure and mystery~There was once an ancient legend. That every few years a new terror shall fall onto the land and one shall be a sacrifice, for there will be more bloodshed and it's rage shall shake the earth and crumble the land itself if there was none . But is that really true........or just a myth~

A child appears in the Shiba Family who has great potential, but no one knows about it. What will he do, knowing the plot of the universe?

Glezee has been reassigned for the meantime in a country club island to work as an OT reliever. There she gets to escape from her ex-boyfriend, who has been trying to get in touch with her. Working in El Pacifico, a country club with only male members, will do her great favors: getting over her jerk of an exboyfriend and seeing Jin, her college crush who now works as a doctor in the island. Pero nabulilyaso ang plano niyang hindi na muling pansinin ang ex niya nang magkita sila nito sa naturang isla na tinatrabahuan niya. Sa gusto niyang makaiwas dito ay si Kyungsoo ang nakita niyang tanging paraan na available sa panahong iyon para makalusot, isang member na sa unang beses pa lang nilang pagkikita ay natapunan na niya ng kape. 

Naiiyak na natatarantang lumapit si Glezee dito.

"Sir, pwedeng pakiss? Sa cheeks lang promise!" 

Ang akala niya ay tatanggi ito kaya handa na siyang magnakaw ng halik sa pisngi nito. Ngunit ganoon na lang kabilis nawala sa tamang sirkulasyon ang puso niya nang eksaktong lumingon ito sa kanya habang inilapit niya ang mukha sa pisngi nito. 

And that's how her lips met his.

Oh di ba ang saya!

The time where peace resides in Laplace, Kirin Aiha, the National scientist of Laplace, creates a golden time for his creations.

Kirin Aiha is a scientist of the kingdom of Hel, named by himself. a boy that looks like 18 years old but is currently 200 in actuality, and the 4th generation

Kirin in this day has a lazy life, everyone has trusted him and currently no quarrels with each other along with his creation

The blizzard is raging.

Halfway up the mountain, huge lumps of snow started slowing their pace down. Freyja admitted she overestimated her body. It's so cold, she can feel her entire body losing its feeling and strength. Her breaths grew more and more shallow. Having grown up in a tropical country, her first ever experience of snow is quite traumatic.

"Terrible luck. Why is there a blizzard right now!?" Kirin cursed, though expecting it to some extent. Mount Tristiss is well known for its harsh and deadly weather. Freyja is growing paler by the minute. "Hey, can you still go?"

Freyja nodded.

The sun is setting, and the temperature is getting even lower. They're consuming the heat-generating crystals they bought at the town faster than anticipated. "Let's go look for a cave. We can't go on with this blizzard. You look around too."

Freyja couldn't even hear him anymore. As she pushed herself to walk forward, something caught her attention. Up ahead the dark, snow-covered path, is a silhouette of a long-haired man. Freyja ran after him instinctively, stomping onto the thick sheets of snow, drawing out her energy even more. The silhouette started to get clearer and clearer, until it turned to a man pale as the snow, with long silver hair up to the back of his knees. He's naked, but the cold doesn't seem to get to him even a bit. Freyja reached her hands out to him, but they passed through his figure like a ghost. And then, Freyja lost consciousness.

"FREYJA! Hey!" Kirin quickly took the girl in his arms. "FREYJA!" He slapped her ice-cold face, but she made no response. The timing couldn't get any worse. Kirin ran around to find shelter, but a man wrapped in thick, brown cloak and face covered in wool scarf blocked his path. Kirin's heart raced in fear. He's never hoped that he's wrong this much before, but he knows that man and it means danger. Kirin turned around and escaped as fast as he could, the fainted girl in his arms.

Kirin's speed is inhuman. No ordinary human can even catch up to a half of his speed. However, the man effortlessly chased after him, closing in the gap little by little. "Goddammit!" Not for long, the man overtook Kirin, blocking his escape path completely.

"What do you want!?"

"Do not be so cruel, Kirin." The stranger removed the scarf covering his face, revealing a man in his late 20s. His shoulder-length, straight hair and eyes are of matching dark brown color. His aura, is colored exactly the same as Kirin's.

"Ahrin!" Kirin clicked his tongue.

The man in front of him was none other than his elder brother, Ahrin Aethemaer, one of the few people in the world Kirin didn't want to mess with. The successor to the Aethelmaer clan and an infamous warlord well known for his cold and cruelty. Kirin felt his heart pound. His unusually confident demeanor is gone. But, for Freyja to survive, he only have one option. That is, to finish his own brother...if he could.

Despite the weather, Kirin took his cloak off and wrapped it around the unconscious girl before laying her on the snow sheet on the ground. Kirin summoned his black aura blade.

"Are you going to fight me?" Ahrin, just like Kirin, summoned a sword from his black aura. Looking at Freyja, Kirin could tell they're at a disadvantage. If she's not evacuated to a warmer place, she'll die of Hypothermia. And in the event her white aura uncontrollably activates again in response to the danger, she might die of the strain it will take on her body. Unusually for Kirin, he made the first move and charged at his brother. Their blades clashed along with their goals.

"Why are you protecting her?"

"Who knows?"

Kirin couldn't concentrate very well. Ahrin pulled a knife out of his back pocket and quickly threw it at the girl. Kirin reacted just in time, quickly rushing to cover her, grazing his left arm in the process.

"I'm the one who taught you to CONCENTRATE." Ahrin clicked his tongue in frustration. He couldn't believe his prodigious brother did something as stupid as losing his focus because of someone else.

But all of a sudden, a third presence joined in. "FREEZE!" A rather familiar voice echoed from behind Ahrin. Having Ahrin off guard, the snow on the ground rapidly clumped together, forming a thick ice wall around Ahrin's feet, and then around his entire body. In just a few seconds, Ahrin was completely frozen in a thick, ice wall.

Their mysterious magician showed up. It was Alaric.

Despite knowing that Alaric is not your average runemaster, Kirin knows that his spells are not even close to completely restraining someone like his brother. Taking Freyja in his arms, he ran away as fast as he could. "Get out of here! He's not someone you can defeat with just that!" Tipping Alaric, the two of them abandoned the idea of reaching the peak and escaped.

Fortunately, on the way down, they found a cave they can all spend the night into.

"That was my most powerful freezing spell. Even if he lives, he'll surely freeze for a day!" Alaric couldn't believe what Kirin said about his brother. "Quite the opposite. I'm sure he's free by now. But with this blizzard, he's forced to seek shelter first." Kirin said as he laid the unconscious girl down. "Her body isn't used to cold weather at all."

"I will go and make something hot for us to eat." Alaric used a simple fire spell to make a bonfire. Then, he took out some canned goods from his bag and heated them up. Kirin on the other hand, removed Freyja's jacket and started undressing the shivering girl little by little.

"What are you doing!?" Alaric was bound to see them anyway. "Just leave her clothes on!"

"Don't be stupid! She'll die at this rate!" He continued undressing her, ignoring Alaric's protests. Alaric turned the other way. Kirin too, started undressing.

Kirin took the girl in his arms and embraced her ice cold body tightly. He pulled a thick mink cloak from his bag and covered them both with it. Slowly, he summoned his dark aura and tried to wrap it around Freyja.

Kirin's aura warmed her body. It's like she's suddenly submerged in a warm, comforting bath. Her color began to return and her body stopped shivering.

Freyja is having yet another vivid dream.

Just like the weather in mount Tristiss, that place is also brutally cold. Her hands shivering, but there's a man in white robes, with long jet black hair, holding her hands tightly. His hands were so warm and comfortable. She tried to look up at his face, but he's just like a shadow. And then all of a sudden, her hands were covered with thick crimson blood. Freyja shrieked. The man was then lying on the ground all of a sudden, bathing in a pool of blood. Freyja tried to reach out to him, but someone pulled her back. "Wait! Don't leave him!"

Her plea was ignored. "He's going to die!" She struggled. "Somebody! Save him!"

"Astrid!" She shouted her lungs out.

Freyja opened her eyes, her body covered in sweat. Beside her is a half-naked Kirin, his arms wrapped around her. "How are you feeling?" He asked, his left arm wounded.

Finally coming back to her senses, Freyja instinctively pulled away from him, covering herself with the mink cloak. "I.. um." She can't find the words to say.

"Good, You were about to die from hypothermia. So I wrapped you with my aura. I suppose it worked well." Kirin's unfazed expression bothered Freyja a bit. "That wound?"

"Just a scratch."

"Glad you're alright." Alaric approached them with three cans of hot soup. "Here, let's eat."

"Alaric! What are you doing here? Are you looking for Astrid too?"

"I guess we owe him one this time." Kirin mumbled.

Alaric sat on the ground, sipping the hot soup in the can. "Actually, I'm looking for you Freyja." He explained. "You see, because I helped you two, the council decided to expel me from the guild. I'm basically a homeless person now." He said with a rather excited face.

"What? But that's—" Freyja looked down, but Alaric shook his head, reassuring her that it isn't her fault. "This is the first time I've been out of Runerich. I'm actually thankful!"

"Before anything else," Kirin interrupted, "I want you two to know that we have an enemy lurking around. That person is very strong, even I can't match up to him that easily. We have to go back to town when the blizzard subsides."

"NO!" Freyja slammed the ground. "I can't go back! Astrid is waiting for me!"

"He's not like the others! He's stronger than me! He'll kill us three!" Kirin raised his voice.

"I won't go back!" She insisted. "Stop being stubborn and listen to me!" He didn't want to give in either.

"Kirin, I understand your worry but Freyja is right. There's no guarantee anyway that we'll be safe even if we did get to town." Alaric joined in.

"Give me one more day." Freyja's eyes met Kirin's. He could tell she's resolute. He could tell she's prepared to die. "Just one more day, I will surely find Astrid."

~o0o~

Freyja regained her strength, and the blizzard too, ceased. Kirin, Freyja and Alaric are on their way to the peak when the apparition of the silver haired man with crimson eyes appeared before Freyja once again. This time, she could see him clearly. "You're Astrid, aren't you?" She had a smile on her face, surprising the two.

"I can see Astrid... I can see him!" She cried, chasing after the apparition who started floating to somewhere up ahead. Kirin and Alaric followed.

A little more before they could reach the peak, the apparition took an unexpected turn leading them to a small cave entrance, just enough for one person to slide in. This entrance was not mentioned in the accounts of the journeymen in the archives, more than enough reason for them to explore it.

First, Alaric jumped into the hole. When he's in, he illuminated the dark cave by conjuring a simple 'light' spell. Freyja jumped in next, followed by Kirin. Surprisingly, the underground cave is much wider than they thought it would be. With utmost precaution, the three explored the cave, hardly missing any detail.

The cave looked normal. However, as they went deeper and deeper, they started noticing strange 'letters' engraved on the cave's walls. Alaric examined them closely, searching his memory for any accounts on these. Having spent his entire life in the tower of archives, he was surprised hasn't read a single thing about these. Pulling his pen and notebook out, he quickly made sketches as they went on.

"Kirin... Alaric..." Freyja stopped walking all of a sudden. "Can you feel it?" She closed her eyes.

"That's...." Alaric and Kirin heightened their senses, following her cue.

The young rune master recognized the aura leaking from ahead. He pulled his staff out, quite startled. "That's dark aura!"

"Ahrin? No... it's something different." Kirin felt it too, but he is sure it's not his brother's.

Freyja ran ahead, more and more certain that Astrid is somewhere inside the cave. The two followed.

In a few minutes, Freyja ended up leading them to a dead end.

"It's a dead end." Alaric examined the walls of the cave. "So there's nothing here?"

Kirin on the other hand, is positive that they're getting closer. He trusts Freyja's instincts, especially when it comes to Astrid. Like Alaric, he examined every corner of the place, looking for hidden entrances. And alas! He found a wall with strange inscriptions carved on it. Neither of them could read it, so he called Freyja and asked her to decide what to do next.

Unable to read the inscriptions, Freyja gently felt the carvings with her hands. While she is subconsciously feeling the letters, Kirin observed some of the letters illuminated by a very faint light, seconds after Freyja's hand brushed against it.

"Freyja, concentrate and try to transfer your energy to the inscriptions!" He knows they are getting closer and closer to the answer to this puzzle. Freyja didn't know how to do that, but Kirin and Alaric coached her. Kirin held her hand and put it over the inscriptions. "Close your eyes and imagine yourself being surrounded by a warm liquid." He instructed. "And then, imagine it concentrating on this hand."

Freyja did as Kirin instructed, but she can't release a drop of white aura. "Kirin, I can't."

"Come on, try harder." He urged.

"Relax your body Freyja. Don't try TOO HARD. Just find a comfortable state." Alaric advised.

Again, Freyja closed her eyes. This time, she recalled what happened the last time her white aura came out. And it came to her, finally. "The voice!" She remembered.

"Whoever you are, help me release the white aura, I'm begging you." She thought, hard.

Nothing's happening.

"Please! I'm prepared to see what's behind this wall!"

Nothing's happening.

"Who am I?" Finally, she heard it again.

"You are..."

"Who am I?" It repeated, she felt its presence getting closer and closer, almost wrapped around her.

"I am..."

"I am Freyja Lenfiare." They chorused.

Freyja opened her eyes.

Alaric and Kirin were wide eyed when they saw the letters glowing radiantly. Kirin felt Freyja's hand growing extremely hot, that his hand was burned. He backed off. Freyja felt as if the wall is sucking her energy. It won't let go of her had.

Soon, the entire wall crumbled, revealing an unexpected pathway. Freyja pulled her hand back. "Ouch. It stings."

"This is... This is..." Alaric couldn't believe what he is seeing. The accounts didn't contain any of what he's seeing. He felt his heart race in excitement. "Listen Freyja, we're near Astrid, aren't we? Can I see him?" He's almost jumping in excitement. The three of them followed the path, leading them to an unexpectedly large section of the cave. The ceiling is so high like a dome, you won't believe it's inside a mountain at all. "Is this even possible?" Kirin too, couldn't contain his amazement.

Freyja continued walking, to the center of the room, where an ice pillar stood by itself. Inside the pillar is a naked young man, with long silver hair reaching up to the back of his knees, frozen solid. He looked as if he's just sleeping.

Gently, Freyja touched the frozen pillar, tears streaming from her eyes.

"Astrid. I'm back."

~ o 0 o ~

After having a series of strange, vivid dreams of running away from oblivion, 13-year old Freyja wakes up one day only to find herself in another world, in the middle of a forest  and a group of hooded men trying to assassinate her! Luckily for her, a young man with long, straight, silver hair and emerald green eyes saves her just in time. Freyja finds out she's in a completely different world, and stubbornly clings to her silver-haired savior for dear life,  in a journey to find a way back to her home.

STAGE EIGHT: FAMILIAR SKY
              Kirin quietly stood on the airship's upper deck, enjoying the cold midnight breeze while his eyes fixed up at the starry sky. "Look, a shooting star!" He was startled, suddenly finding Freyja beside him. 
"Freyja, you scared me." He sighed, playfully hitting her head. Freyja giggled. "That's an achievement! This is the first time I caught Kirin off-guard!" She laughed. "The stars are very pretty, aren't they?" She said, gazing up at the night sky. Kirin nodded. "Now I'm also like you, I guess. You get easily excited over a clear night sky."
"But I was right, wasn't I? The night sky is the most comforting thing in the world." Freyja proudly said, a grin on her face. Unknowingly, she began reaching her hand up, as if grasping the brightest star. "The night sky always reminded me that in this very, very large universe, there has to be a place I can call home. There has to be." 
Slowly, she reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. "It's like telling me 'you're not alone.' Far apart, maybe, but not alone. We're all connected. That's wonderful, isn't it?" 
Kirin nodded, squeezing her hand tighter. "Celestia, is somewhere out there. Kinju Alfiore too." Kirin said. "And Keon, for sure!" She added. "I wonder how Van, Skar, and Aya are doing? I hope they're alright." She sighed.
"I remember when I was exiled in that other world, and I suddenly found myself in this world without a clue. I was so scared, but you saved me, Kirin." She recalled. 
"Yeah, you stalked me non-stop." He laughed, remembering the past. "I was thinking of a way to lose you, to be honest, you were just so persistent." Kirin teased. "But aren't you glad I didn't give up?" She grinned, expecting a flustered Kirin. But instead, he gazed at her golden eyes, his emerald orbs sparkling under the moonlight. It's as hypnotizing as ever. "Yeah. I'm glad." 
Freyja leaned her head on his shoulder, grabbing his arm tight. "Don't ever leave me, Kirin." She whispered. Kirin pulled his arm away, and locked her in a tight embrace. "I won't. Even if you do."
"I won't!" She cried. "Promise me, Kirin. No matter what, you'll come back to me. No matter what happens, or how long it's been!" Freyja tightly holding onto him. "Kirin, even If we grow very old, or die, or even if I live a very long life… In the next life, and the next, next life. You'll always find me, okay?"  
Kirin took a deep breath, and smiled. Squeezing her back. "You will never get rid of me. Never."
Then, a bright shooting star caught their eyes. It was so bright, leaving a trail in the sky. Freyja closed her eyes, and so did Kirin, saying a quiet prayer in their minds. 
 
~ o 0 o ~
 
              "Kirin! Freyja!" Alaric barged into their cabin, pale and frantic. "Hawsdark…. Look outside!" 
Kirin and Freyja jumped out of their bed and rushed outside with the runemaster. What they saw rendered them speechless. Even the other passengers ran outside to take a look at the extraordinary sight. 
Though far, they could see a thick, black, translucent dome over the Hawsdark. They saw the same barrier many years before, around the Aethelmaer manor. But seeing it over the entire landmass is beyond their imagination. The ship's crew prompted the passengers to get back into their cabins, while they turn the ship around for a detour.
"What in the name of hell is that!?" Freyja didn't expect to have to go through that.
"Yes, it's exactly the same as the barrier they tried to summon back then." Kirin answered. "Looks like it's going to be more difficult than we expected."
"It's definitely a barrier that mimics the one in Celestia." Afra suddenly went out of the medallion, in his crimson-haired human form. "Lenfiare, I don't know who's helping the Aethelmaers this time, but it's impossible for them to not have connection to Celestia. There's no way humans can pull this off by themselves."
"Either way, we'll have to disembark and force our way in. Is that alright?" Alaric looked at Freyja, and she nodded.
~ o 0 o ~
              The airship landed on Lersha, the border country to Hawsdark. From its shores, they could see the black dome covering the entire continent. Freyja intensely gazed upon it, trying to remember anything useful from her past. Just as Afra said, it resembled the protective barrier around Celestia and its capital. Celestia's barrier was the reason why it became impenetrable in the first place. But after she took the other half of the Celestial core, it started to weaken. Freyja clenched her fists, remembering her father's confession— it was because he had Reyrah seal half of the core inside her, so she can rule without question.
"So, how are we going to go through that, any ideas?" Alaric's voice snapped her out of daze. 
"Alaric and I can swim to Hawsdark but I don't think we'll help much with that. The barrier goes all the way to the sea." Kirin said, shaking his head.
"No worries. I can get all three of us on Avice." She said proudly. Freyja stood up and summoned Avice, in his beast form. Alaric and Kirin stepped back, giving way.
A thick white smoke escaped from Freyja's medallion, coiling in a serpentine form around her. A pair of gigantic aura wings emerged from its back, four limbs, and the head of a reptile, as it slowly took the form of a beast covered in thick white fur.  
Alaric and Kirin have both seen Avice in his beast form, but the one before them is almost triple in size than usual. "Let's go." Freyja called, climbing up the flying beast's back. Alaric and Kirin followed. Freyja anxiously looked around.
"Are we expecting someone else?" Alaric asked, looking around.
"Lenfiare!" A familiar voice caught their eye. Alyon came running towards them, in a hurry. "I'm sorry, I was a bit late." He apologized, catching his breath. "I sent a message to him, that we're going to Hawsdark. We need all the help we can." She explained to the two. "Come Alyon, hop on." The phreinian hurriedly joined them.
              Freyja ordered Avice to fly full-speed, straight to Hawsdark. To go through the barrier, they need as much concentrated force as they can. Alaric was tasked to freeze a part of the barrier, while Alyon and Kirin join forces to break the frozen point as much as they can. Freyja will deliver the main blow with Astrid's blade and Avice' momentum. 
In less than 10 minutes, they finally entered Hawsdark airspace. 
"Go, Alaric!" Freyja prompted. The runemaster conjured his most powerful freezing spell, instantly freezing the target spot solid. Then, Kirin and Alyon concentrated their auras into blazing aura spears, which they pierced the frozen spot with. The spot cracked, a few chunks fell off the sea. Now it's Freyja's turn. While maintaining Avice' speed, she summoned Astrid in his rune-blade form. Gripping it tight, she pierced through the target spot, instantly shattering a portion of the barrier upon contact. 
Avice continued to fly through the hole in the barrier, finally bringing them inside Hawsdark.
But the victory was short-lived. What greeted them was a depressing scene. It was unlike the Hawsdark they knew. There were no people, the trees and plants are all withered, the once clear blue rivers are now opaque in dark-greenish color. The houses were destroyed, as if a great calamity had wiped out the place. Even Kirin, who was already expecting a glum atmosphere, was taken aback. This is definitely not the Hawsdark he knew. 
"Kirin, we'll head straight to the underground temple, okay?" Freyja assured him, noticing his shock. Kirin nodded. Avice followed his master's instructions, as Freyja concentrated to sense the final guardian.  After about three hours of flying, they finally reached the city, now completely deserted, that was closest to the gates of the Aethelmaer mansion. But before they could proceed, Freyja stopped them. "Wait, I sense something over here. It's not that strong, and it may not be Amos. But, I wanted to see the underground temple that Alfiore was talking about." She said, pointing to the direction of the shore. "If we go by sea from here, we can look for it." She said.
"I agree with Lenfiare." Alyon said. "That mansion is certainly hiding something powerful. I don't advice barging in without knowing anything more than we do." Kirin and Alaric looked at each other and nodded. Kirin glanced back at the Aethelmaer mansion's gates, before running towards his companions who are headed to the shore.
~ o 0 o ~

[The FINAL Volume to Celestial Saga: Exiled to Earth]
In search for the last and final guardian, Freyja, Alaric, and Kirin is joined by the Phreinian prince, Alyon. When Freyja finally arrives in the world she's been desperately longing to reach, she discovers that it is not exactly what she has been hoping for.

To one side of the battlefield, a giant compass hovered in these skies. Though the incantation of the compass spun around, the people within could move with no restrains. Kirin stood on the north pole, Arnold on the east, Cynthia on the west, and Rina on the south. The positioning was critical as the occupants would receive different benefits from taking their respective poles.

Kirin as the head, would receive an overall boost to all his abilities; be they physical or spiritual. Arnold on the east would get a tremendous boost to his energy reserves. Rina would see a significant rise in defensive prowess, while Cynthia would get the augmentation for offensive prowess.

On this side of the war, the skies were also filled with thunder, but unlike Danger Noodle's pure red Sage thunder, Kirin's Saint thunder was red with a faint yellow outline. As the head of the formation, it was quite ironic that he spent more time supporting than fighting; though that was his plan from the start.

He wasn't an idiot who thought himself to be invulnerable and this was a critical situation. What was the situation again? Three Saint Masters and a Saint Grandmaster fighting five Saint Gods, while in formation? If it were any other groups of people, the result wouldn't be worth debating. However, the Cultivation Academy's core disciple class weren't exactly normal.

All of them were worth Saint Lords individually. With all the pills and talismans buffing them, they could just barely be considered Saint God level combatants. Arnold would have been as strong as a Saint God, but he was still missing his arm, and the side effects of taking the Bedevilment pill were still holding him back. Now, the plan was just to hold back the Mu Clan. If they could prevent this formation from bothering Jam and Danger Noodle or the Junkies, it would be a resounding success.

The Mu Clan's patriarch, Mu Hai, laughed arrogantly at the four "weaklings" before him. He said "You have exactly one second to decide if you want to fight against us. Come over to our side and kill off the Junkies or we'll destroy you." The energy transmission was sent and understood in less than a hundredth of a second.

Needless to say, neither Kirin nor any of the others capitulated. Kirin also laughed, though his was a meek chortle, he said "Let's see you destroy us then~" Kirin used his Thunder Dao Domain to forcefully teleport into the Mu Clan's common Pentagon Formation. As he moved, the Compass Formation expanded to keep him within it. 

Kirin's black spear laced with thunder dangerously swiped at Mu Hai. Spear intent and yellowish red thunder lightly whipped Mu Hai as he dodged. A thin line of red on his neck indicating that he had been wounded disappeared almost as quickly as it appeared. 

The other Mu Clan Saint Gods moved in to kill Kirin as he couldn't teleport out. However, Cynthia halberd countered one Saint God, Rina's sword countered another one. As the last two flew in to slash Kirin up into pieces, Arnold appeared already berserking. He flipped himself upside down and did perfect split to counter two Saint Gods at the same time.

With boundless light energy covering one leg, and darkness energy covering the other, Arnold managed to avoid receiving any serious injuries while also protecting Kirin. His Martial Dao Intent also played a significant role in preventing the armor covering his legs from shattering as he confronted two people with superior strenght.

Mu Hai became a bit more serious, he didn't expect this kind of power from Masters and Grandmasters, but the advantage was still in his hands. He said "You fight pretty good, but it won't be enough to save you from this!"

A red talisman tagged his sword making the Yang energy it emanated almost triple in volume. Mu Hai laughed as he charged at Kirin; the sword in his hands looked like it flailed randomly, but the attacks were all precisely focussed on vitals.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Kirin's spear bounced off with tremendous recoil as he struggled to defend from the over changed sword. Though the spear bounced off like it would break at any moment, it never chipped or flexed more than Kirin could support. Seeing this result, made Kirin sigh in relief. He feigned weakness as best as he could, sometimes pretending that the attacks were too strong and flung himself off a couple meters to the side.

While he silently acted to stall for time, he sent Rina a message "Blight them." A couple hundred meters from Kirin, Rina's eyebrows quirked up. 'He wants to set up Blight runes in the middle of this fight?! It's insane… but I like it~' 

Internally, Rina entered a laughing fit, on the battlefield she loved chaos a bit too much, despite her noble appearance. Yet on the outside, her face kept its solemn appearance; acting was a part of fighting, or so she had been taught, so this wasn't hard to pull off.

As they "struggled" to fight with their Saint God opponents, Rina and Kirin would periodically condense Thunder and Fire Blight Runes — the same runes that helped Jam nuke the Munchie village — and send them through the ground; precariously setting up a great net that could explode at a moments notice.

While neither of them fought to their utmost potential, doing their best to stall for time and set up their explosive finisher, Cynthia and Arnold were fighting like there was no tomorrow. Arnold did his best to manage two opponents, but would frequently get a hand from Cynthia whenever things took a bad turn.

Upon berserking, Arnold's body didn't become a hulking mass of muscles, rather, his physique would actually shrivel up and compact; condensing into a skeletal monster… Coupled with his strange and ghostly application of Martial Intent, Light and Darkness energy, Arnold fought with an uncanny mood pervading his surroundings. 

His armored legs took on spear and sword, as his sole arm was left to defend. For a long while, Arnold and Cynthia worked to hold down three Saint Gods, but in a scheme to kill at least one of them off, a calamity descended.

Seeing that their efforts to fight the one armed armored monk and a teleporting demoness were futile, the three Saint Gods from the Mu Clan devised a plan. "Jianshi, I'll use a sword fragment to stop kill off the monk."

A frenzied voice came back at the man who spoke. "Mu Sangzi! Are you insane?! Using a fragment from the Temporal Sword on these two?"

Mu Sangzi did not become hostile even with Mu Jianshi's yelling. Instead, he calmly replied with "Yes, I know fully well how important the fragments of the Temporal Sword are. But we've been fighting for minutes and these two have not taken a single critical hit. Even their friends off to the side are fighting like they did from the start. All this time has passed and not a single one of them have died! If the situation continues on like this, we'll be screwed once the Red Hawks or Whirls arrive!"

"But the fragment… We don't have too many shards left, and to use one on kids that aren't even Saint Lords… How humiliating." As Jianshi sulked at the thought of wasting a treasure as precious as a fragment from the Temporal Sword, the last Saint God in this group, Mu Shuren quietly commented "Do it… they may be mere Saint Masters and Saint Grandmasters, but to be able to hold us up for this long… I don't think we can call it wasting a fragment, if we use it on them. If we don't kill them quickly, they would absolutely slaughter us if they grew a bit more..."

As the trio conversed they kept fighting at the same pace, but after the decision was made to use a sword fragment, Mu Sangzi and Mu Jianshi teleported away from Arnold. Sangzi threw an incredibly small piece of metal at Arnold. Shimmering with cyan rays of power, the sword fragment disintegrated far from where Arnold currently stood. As a result, he was caught off guard and momentarily lost himself to a complete Time Stop. 

This sword fragment came from an Immortal's sword; it had the essence of a Mastered Dao. To Arnold who didn't possess profound insights into time, or even a Dao which was similar to Time, he was put in the worst position possible. A complete Time Stop, left him frozen for over a second at the mercy of the Saint Gods. 

In this moment of complete vulnerableness, Arnold didn't even know he was at the precipice of death. In a complete Time Stop, he wouldn't know anything until the fragment's energy ran out. Unlike Arnold, Cynthia could tell almost immediately that he was caught in a deadly trap. She had a Space Dao Domain, which picked up on Time Dao influences. Yet, it was Arnold's energy becoming static that caught her attention.

His figure frozen in the air as the two Saint Gods which previously retreated inched closer with their swords. The moment that Cynthia saw one of the swords pierce Arnold's chest, mere inches away from his heart, her eyes blanked out and the world fell silent.

Follow the adventures of a boy named Jam on his journey to gain a purpose. Thrust onto the world of cultivation because of the silly encouragement of his foster grandmother and his ridiculously one-track-minded self, Jam's adventure is bound to be full of action, comedy, and self discovery. Hopefully, his stupidity will be cured before it affects his life too badly.

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Here's my cringy first attempt at a hook, so let me be more straightforward with what this will turn out to be~

A "dense" MC in all the wrong ways, who's OPness brings Xianxia protagonists to shame.

Some wacky situations that exploit the density and idiocy of the MC, which will inevitably shape his future self.

A band of overpowered companions that follow Jam in his journey to find purpose, with only a single love interest (for now, and probably forever~)

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[Current] Schedule: Hiatus...

[Relationship] Goals (End the week's rating with):

100 Power Stones = Extra chapter (Week of January 7, 14)

150 Power Stones = Extra chapter (Week of January 21)

An Lin couldn't help but sigh with emotion at this turn of events. Not only had he obtained the Kirin Blood Jade, but the resurrected Demonic Blood Kirin, Dongfang Zhuangshi, had also joined his party.
He was technically the master of Dongfang Zhuangshi now, so Dongfang Zhuangshi's pets, which comprised of Gluttony and the groundhog, also became his pets!
This party was getting weirder and weirder.
"Sigh… This was clearly supposed to be a final BOSS, but now, he's someone who's depending on me in order to survive." An Lin heaved a long sigh.
Now that the conflict had been resolved, it was time to figure out how to get Dongfang Zhuangshi out of here.
Dongfang Zhuangshi had been essentially detained here as a criminal.
This was a fate much more gruesome than death. Wasn't the Demonic Blood Kirin renowned for its powerful life force? Then it could endure more torture! Tens of thousands of torture methods were devised, and they were used one by one and in combinations on the Demonic Blood Kirin.
He had endured unbelievably horrific torture before being tortured to death, thereby forming the Kirin Blood Jade. If you thought that was the end, then you would be far too naive.
His consciousness was extracted from the Kirin Blood Jade following his death. It was prevented from entering the cycle of life and death, nor was it allowed to dissipate. Thus, the torment continued.
This was an incredibly tragic fate that he had been subjected to.
However, it was all thanks to An Lin's arrival that he had a chance to escape from these dark days.
After hearing about Dongfang Zhuangshi's experiences, everyone was quite sympathetic toward him.
An Lin inquired why Dongfang Zhuangshi was sealed away here and tortured by Pangu. After all, no one would go through the trouble to deliver judgment on a Dao Integration Stage mythological beast unless it had committed an incredibly heinous crime.
Dongfang Zhuangshi didn't hide the truth from An Lin. His crime was that he had slaughtered an entire continent worth of living beings as blood sacrifices, thereby incurring Pangu's wrath.
The hair on the back of An Lin's neck stood on end upon hearing this. He stared at the middle-aged man standing before him with a warm expression, and he found it extremely difficult to understand why he would do something like that.
"Why would you do that?"
There had to be a reason for his actions, and An Lin was extremely curious about the incentive behind the middle-aged man's actions.
Dongfang Zhuangshi shook his head slightly. "Everything is already in the past, so what's the point of talking about it?"
Heh… You're trying to gloss things over like this? Don't you know I have obsessive-compulsive disorder?
"Dongfang Zhuangshi! I command you to tell me the truth!" An Lin demanded in a solemn voice.
Dongfang Zhuangshi's body trembled, and he was quite reluctant to speak, but he still confessed after much difficulty, "The being that ruled over that continent deployed their army to destroy the city in which my lover lived in. She died in that disastrous event. Hence, they all deserve to die!"
An Lin and Xu Xiaolan's expressions faltered upon hearing this, and they didn't know what to say.
Taking revenge on an entire continent just for the death of one's lover? That was crazy!
However, An Lin couldn't find it in him to scold the middle-aged man from a moral high ground. He simply couldn't find the words as he would probably do something even more deranged if Xu Xiaolan was killed by someone.
Hmm, he was thinking from the perspective of others again. This was a good habit.
An Lin felt like he was such a kind and thoughtful protagonist.
What was most surprising to him was that he was actually able to force the middle-aged man to tell him the truth through a verbal command. It appeared that his words were quite effective. Could he perhaps command the middle-aged man to do some weird things in the future?
This topic of conversation was a little heavy, so An Lin and the others soon turned their attention to another topic, which was how to lift the restrictions on the passageway between the Vast Land of Blood and the outside world in order to free Dongfang Zhuangshi.
Dongfang Zhuangshi led everyone through the mushroom buildings and continued toward the central region of the floating continent.
"This is the passageway between the two worlds." Dongfang Zhuangshi pointed to a massive blue gate over a kilometer away, from within which an ominous frosty aura exuded and threatened to freeze the space around it.
"What do we do?" An Lin asked.
"This passageway is guarded by a frost symbol carved out by Pangu and has extremely fearsome restrictive power on creatures of my cultivation base. However, its effects on Soul Formation Stage cultivators like you guys are quite minimal." 
Dongfang Zhuangshi pointed to the blue gate as he spoke.
An Lin's lips twitched speechlessly as he pointed to the large number of Soul Formation Stage beasts that had been frozen to death within the gate. "You're saying it has a minimal effect on Soul Formation Stage cultivators?"
A disdainful expression appeared on Dongfang Zhuangshi's face. "What kind of trash are those Soul Formation Stage cultivators meant to be? They're just as useless as the frog and cow you've brought with you! In my eyes, you two are the only ones who look like you're at the Soul Formation Stage!"
Ao Niu and the Divine Poison Frog almost threw up mouthfuls of blood upon hearing this. Why were they getting insulted all of a sudden?
Was this Boss Kirin a little confused with regard to what Soul Formation Stage cultivators should be like? They were the normal Soul Formation Stage cultivators here! Those two humans were freaks!
However, despite what they thought, they could only plaster smiles across their faces and nod in agreement with everything the Kirin said.
An Lin heaved a sigh. "I'm just your normal, average Soul Formation Stage cultivator, so I won't be able to complete the task if it's too difficult. Tell me the specific details first."
Ao Niu, the Divine Poison Frog, and the groundhog almost f*cking knelt down before him.
Normal, average Soul Formation Stage cultivator, An Lin?!
"Sure!" Dongfang Zhuangshi nodded. "The frost symbol left behind by Pangu would increase in power as you walk further into the gate. You can use your flame power to dispel the frost power and when you get to about a kilometer into the gate, you'll find a power core there. All you have to do is to destroy that power core for me.
"Among all the trash that came here before, the strongest one only went six hundred meters past the gate before being frozen to death. Sigh, they were all so weak. And this was a soul beast at the Soul Formation Pinnacle Stage too! They're getting weaker with each subsequent generation!"
The middle-aged man shook his head as he lamented.
The frog, Ao Niu, and the groundhog's bodies trembled in unison as they thanked the Gods that they weren't chosen to undertake this insane task. A job like this could only be left to hack lords like those two humans!
"There are no other hazards aside from the frost power, right?" An Lin asked.
"No. The power is targeting me, so none of you will be targeted by its full force. It can only be said that those beasts were simply too weak and couldn't even withstand a tiny sliver of the restrictive power." Dongfang Zhuangshi raised his head with pride, as if to say everyone else here was trash.
An Lin rolled his eyes. "Are you proud of being sealed here by a powerful spell technique? If you keep showing off, I'll just leave you here so that you can keep flexing!"
"Ah, please don't that, Mr. An Lin!" Dongfang Zhuangshi immediately put on an apologetic smile. "I was wrong. Please forgive me!"
Gluttony was in complete shock. The Demonic Blood Kirin was once like a proud god that overlooked all living creatures as if they were mere ants! When had he ever apologized?
Was this a fake kirin?!


On modern-day Earth, An Lin seems to have been abandoned by God. 
When his father suddenly disappears, An Lin is left with his father's immense debt, putting his life at risk. 
After being forced to a rooftop by his pursuing creditors, An Lin is unexpectedly swept off his feet and brought to the ground safely.
    
After learning that he was saved by an Immortal, An Lin is gifted, seemingly out of pure generosity, the 'God Of War System,' and a pass to a new realm.
Follow An Lin as he experiences a whole new world of legends, meets many new friends, acquires legendary weapons and tools, and starts on his path of becoming a powerful cultivator. There is never a dull time in An Lin's new life with his ‘great’ new system!

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