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Andrea Caputo was a girl who worked as a chef at Serra Restaurant, her parents died and left her and her little sister sick sister alone, one day coincidence brings her and Luca Serra the leader of one of the biggest Italian Mafia together, but also the coincidence has once brought her with the FBI agent Owen Jones when she's put between her little sister and prison what is she going to do?

Luca Serra, one of the most feared Mafia Capos, everyone who dared to say no to him ended up dead, but one day he puts his sight on the best chef at his restaurant, Andrea Caputo when he knew about her sister, he took advantage of her, but what will happen when he finds out that she has been arrested.

Owen Jones, one of the best FBI agents, he was an orphan until one day, a loving family who couldn't have kids, adopted him, but they were killed when he was 18 years old and he knew who was responsible for that so he decided to go after them and became an FBI agent, but what will happen when life gets him and Andrea Caputo together.

this is the story of Andrew’s journey on how he became the world’s largest pp from being the smallest.

" There is never a time or place for true love, it happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment."

Chimon Wachirawit is living with his mother who accepted him for what and who he was. Pluem Purim is a straight and bully guy who loves teasing student who is weaker than him.

What will happen if one day a straight bully guy and a clumsy nerd gay met each other unexpectedly?

A lamp that was invented for decades
A love that was found on a magical LAMP

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The corridors ranged from brightly lite to complete darkness and well maintained to lightfilled and falling apart. Takeo and Jia travelled up staircases after staircase trying to find the meeting room. Fortunately, it seemed the bandits had neglected to assign parols to the inner most parts of the old base; they rarely saw anyone and could quickly duck into an empty room if Takeo didn't decide to dispatch the oncoming enemy. 

When they finally got close to the meeting chamber, Jia pulled out his imperial medallion. Takeo looked on the wall next to them; a large mirror with the imperial creast carved out of in the center was inviting them in. It had been a while since they had to the "hidden key" as the Emperor called it; across their Empire in bases, palaces and put posts there were certain areas the imperial medallion could unlock. In the past in had gotten both the Prince and his body double in as much trouble as it got them out. Takeo hoped for the latter. 

"To old times."Jia said as he pressed the medallion into the intention. The mirror glass slid back to let them come into the dark room behind it before sliding back in place. 

Takeo's crystal revealed that the hidden hallway hadn't been touched in decades. Spiders had decorated it with cobbwebs on top of cobbwebs. Carefully, the two men walked toward the old war room. 

"So, Princess Guinviere. . . Does she have enemies?" Asked Takeo.

"Who doesn't? Last I checked, your name was still mud on Mount Shiva." Replied Jia. Takeo glared at him, but sighed. Only Jia could get away with that. In so many ways, the Prince was the little brother Takeo never had. "But to be honest most people like her if they don't love her, or at least from what I've seen."

"What about opponents of the peace? I heard some villiagers were starting riots over alliance talks." Reworded Takeo. Jia was holding back.

"You mean insighted by war mongers? It wouldn't surprise me." Explained Jia. "It sounds too simple. Probably a cover of some kind. Unfortunately, my experience with most Draconians has been negative. If not for Guinviere, I would've given up on my peace initiative."

"Any relatives who want her throne?" Takeo knew there was something missing. War mongers wouldn't go so far to directly go after royalty; there was too much risk for normal thieves. "Political rivals? Or what about you?"

"She has a cousin who is next in line, but as far as rivals go . . . There are 3 tribes that are actively against any type of contact with our kingdom." Jia answered with a cough. "Curse this blasted dust!"

"Keep your voice down." Ordered the ninja. A large panel of light was infront of them. Takeo glanced through it to see bandits and pirates heading to the meeting chamber. "We're getting closer. The last thing we need is to be discovered in this narrow space."

"Considering you're the one doing an interrogation, don't complain." The prince was annoyed and coughing every few  steps. "Besides, odds are they'll think we're ghosts. Quite afew of them are very superstitious."

"I would rather not take the chance that none of them would dare challenge ghosts." Countered Takeo. Another large panel was head of them, much bigger than the one before. He looked to see an old war table in a well lite room with all manners of bandits and pirates gathering. He moved to the other side of the two way mirror and montioned for Jia to stay. They leaned against the wall, just out of view in case someone took notice of movement within the old mirror. 

They waited as more appeared in the meeting room. Finally, several figures in dark colored cloaks; it was obvious by the wing silloutes two were Draconian. They filled the chairs at the war table. One tall man in a black cloak with large wings began the meeting. 

"So, what do you have to report?" He said to the female winged figure cloaked in crimson. She was very petite with an hourglass figureclear under her cloak and her wings looked larger than her body.

"Princess Guinviere will be travelling soon. Her exact route hasn't been comfirmed yet." The figure responded. Her voice was proper and she spoke with a Draconian accent. From Jia's expression, Takeo knew the prince recognized the voice. The woman passed the black cloaked man a piece of parchment. "My mistress was able to send a map of both routes the princess and her guards are considering."

The black cloaked man unrolled the map and traced the routes with his finger. He laughed, "Serpents' path and the misty forest? Setting up traps in both will be easy enough. Now, about our current captive. Has news of his disappearance gotten out yet?"

"The Emeperor is aware of his son's kidnapping, but it seems he is trying to hide it from his subjects." A short fat man in a green cloak answered. Jia's eyes widened and he mouthed the name Saito. The only problem was the only Saito in the palace was a woman. "Peace is more important to the Imperial family than the security of their heir apparent. The prince and his whore queen's offspring have made him unnecessary," Takeo had to stop Jia from busting thru the mirror, not that he blamed his friend for the raging fire in his eyes; if anyone made such a comment about Reisha, Takeo would've seen to it that would be the last thing the speaker said. "but I don't expect that the Emperor and Empress won't bury their only child without making an attempt at a rescue. When I left the capital, there were secret meetings happening involving the Emperor's Hand." 

"So, your Emperor is deploying his private army to find his son? Interesting, but you were unable to find put any of the talk inside these meeting?" The leader questioned. He strummed his fingers on the old cast iron table. Takeo and Jia looked at each other. Who was this spy? How had he gotten so close to the Imperial family? How did he know about the Emperor's Hand? "Perhaps seduce the Prince's bride into revealing information?"

"Unfortunately, my lord, the meetings are limited the leaders of the Hand or most of them anyway." The green robed man continued. "Even simple servents can't be in the room, not even to deliver food or drink. It seems their resolution is stronger than their favorite wines. As far as the Whore queen bride, " Jia growled and Takeo once again had to hold him back." She's too concerned with mirrors and has already turned down my advances and that of my doll. If I didn't know any better, I would suspect her of being a soul devouring mirror demon. I don't think she would allowed in on these meeting in any case. Heck, if I dare speculate I would say they're getting ready for to install in a fake Prince and if they do she'll be none the wiser."

"A fake Prince?" The dark blue figure laughed. His voice was that of a clown; high pitched with a eerie melody that hung in the air even after he stopped talking. He wall and thin, but not as tall as the man in black. Every mannerism reminded Takeo of a performer. "So, are just going to prop up a dummy and proclaim it Prince Jia?"

"Actually, Prince Jia had a body guard who also served as his body double. The two were nearly identical, except for the eyes." Explained the green cloaked man. Jia and Takeo looked at each other. They still looked as though they could as much as brothers as they felt. As much as they loved playing tricks on servants by switching places as late as their teens, there was no possibility of them being able to fake being the other without getting caught. "They were waiting on him to arrive before they acted. His identity however is unknown."

"It makes you wonder if the Dragon Emperor's blood even sits on the throne." A woman in a deep orange cloak replied. Takeo couldn't place her accent and Jia didn't look as though he recognized her voice. She was thin and muscular. Takeo caught a glimpse of a necklace made from sharp feline fangs and red glass beads. "And they say my bloodline is full of false kings and queens. Ha, ha, ha!"

"As soon as we find his name, I want your assassins to find his family. " The leader ordered the woman in orange. He hit the table with his fist. The ringing echoed in the room. "A man loyal to a ruler doesn't just leave to fade into obscurity for no reason. The Prince could've committed an unforgive able act that either angered him or insulted him, but he could've found a woman."

"As you say, Master, just be sure to keep your end of the bargain." She answered.

"You will have your brother's throne, as promised."  The leader turned from her to the Draconian man in the purple cloak. "As for you, sky pirate, . . . "

"I already have the perfect spots picked out for the bodies. My crew is on stand by. Just say the word, pay me the gold and consider it done." The Draconian answered. His muscles shown though the fabric. He turned to the man in the grey cloak. "So, did our guest eat well tonight?"

"He drank the both and left crumbs of the bread." The grey cloaked man was indifferent. He looked to be an old man, not a Draconian though. "Even if he escapes, he'll be dead in a week."

"Plan B, I take it?" Asked the leader. The purple skypirate shook his head and laughed with grin.

"Goodness, no! Plan B is use him as a human shield. This is Plan E." He corrected. "You won't catch this captain off guard untill the sea goddess swallows him whole, but even then don't think you've heard the last of Captain James Storm McCloud." 

"Then let us turn in for the night. You have your assignments; succeed and your reward will be beyond your wildest dream." The leader cackled. His tone immediately changed as they started to leave. "But fail and you'll wish for the gallows."

They paused a moment before leaving. A woman cloaked in indigo had a cold aura about her; although she hadn't said a word, Takeo felt like he knew her and that made his blood run colder than usual. A clock began to ring and Jia motioned Takeo that they needed to leave as well. "In one hour, they'll the guards watching me. We need to leave while they still think I'm the their prisoner."

"That doesn't leave us much time."  Takeo answered. Jia felt along the wall.

"We can use this passage. I remember father telling me the labyrinth fortresses from the olden times had a hidden central staircase. It was always placed near the war room behind a two way mirror." Explained the Prince. He hands were looking for something.

"Which way do we go?" Asked the ninja. 

"The opposite way the dragon is going." Answered Jia in a slightly annoyed tone. He kept running his hands along the wall.

"Which is . . . .?" They didn't have much time before Jia's escape would be discovered. Takeo wouldn't have put it past the villians to burn the fortress to the ground if they couldn't find Jia. 

Jia smiled as he found the craved dragon in the wall. "Back the way we came. Be warned though. There's many more mirrors and vents before we get to the bottom."

"You plan on cutting that traitor's throat if you see him?" 

"Let's just say I wish these walls had better sound proofing around the dungeon and be grateful your ears aren't as sharp as mine. And if we see that green man, he will pay for insulting my Rin!"

An Ice Ninja serves the Emperor, trying to keep the land at peace while avoiding his former clan.

[FLASHBACK ]
A COUPLE OF MONTHS BEFORE THE COMMENCEMENT OF THE DEFENCE EXAMS.
TIME : 6:00PM
LOCATION : CELESTE MANOR.
Killian is seen kneeling before two individuals; one male and the other female. Both are dressed in rather expensive night dresses and were seated on a rather lush couch.
The room in which they were in seems to be quite exquisite with beautiful designs atop the chairs, walls and floors. The room was lit by candle holsters placed at specific points in the room to give it a certain feel while also giving the room appropriate lighting.
A butler stood just beside were the richly dressed individuals sat with a bottle in hand, he poured out some wine for the couple and they both took a sip from their respective wine glasses before they finally spoke.
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"Killian rise."
The male individual spoke, gesturing with his hand with Killian obliging.
"You called for me, Mr and Mrs Celeste." 
Killian remarked with his head down.
"Indeed we did, Killian."
Mrs. Celeste replied with a rather nosy accent.
"How is my daughter faring with her training??"
Mr. Celeste asks.
"She is doing well this far, sir. She is a bright student. I'm happy that you chose me to teach her how to fight."
Killian remarks calmly.
"That's good. It seems I was right to place her under your tutelage. Don't you think so Millian."
Mr. Celeste remarks turning his attention to his butler who in turn made a slight bow as he heard his name.
"I am glad that my family reserves the honor to be of service to the Celeste family. I am proud of my son for his works thus far."
Millian responds.
"indeed you should be. It is a privilege that you serve us."
Mrs. Celeste remarks with a rather nosy demeanor.
"Ahem… how long before she is ready for the exams??"
Mr. Celeste questions.
"To be honest, her training will continue till the time for the exams are near. We cannot be certain that she won't meet powerful foes during the exams."
Killian responds.
"if that is the case then so be it. Mira is my beloved daughter and I would never want her to get hurt in any way. But then she has expressed her utmost desire to become part of the D.O.D and I am a father that always fulfills the wishes of his children. This brings me some dilemma as I realize that she might get hurt during the exams but still I cannot stop her from going."
Mr. Celeste remarks as his stately demeanor turns to a rather solemn affair.
"May I say something, Mr. Celeste." 
Killian asks putting his head up.
"Go ahead."
"I do not think you need to worry about Mira's safety on the slightest. Mira is a strong girl and when she puts her mind to something she makes sure to finish so I believe that she would come back successful in the exams. If that doesn't make you feel any better then I give you my word that I will protect Mira with my life and no harm shall befall her."
Killian asserts with determination resounding in his voice.
"Hmm. You sound like you know what you are saying. You have been a part of this family ever since your father brought you here to work. I see you as a child of my own and so I am willing to trust you with the safety of my daughter. If anything, even if she does not pass the exams, I want you to make sure that she comes back home without a scratch, for my sake."
Mr. Celeste says.
"I give you my word."
Killian says.
"Well then I entrust my daughter into your care. Take care of Mira for my sake."
Mr. Celeste says with Killian obliging as he stood up to leave. 
[FLASHBACK ENDS ]
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"Now I realize that it's not just your father, Mira. Even I don't want any harm to befall you. So no matter what, heed my words and fight like your life depended on it. Beat that guy to a pulp" 
Killian mutters under his breath. 
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Pan throws a punch to catch Mira off her feet but is unsuccessful as Mira goes low and attacks his side with a blow of her own.
"You really are good at close combat, ma'am. How about we get real with things."
Pan remarks with a smirk as he drops an elbow on Mira's back, dropping her down in one strike.
Mira cries out in pain as she hits the ground with a thud.
Pan leaps back and puts his hands into his back pack and takes out what seems to dust with a dark brown coloration after which he clamps his palms together.
Mira gets up and looks at him with annoyance.
"Why so angry??"
Pan remarks with a tease as he releases his palms.
"I'm gonna make you pay for that…"
Mira trails off as she slams her palm into the ground.
"Mirāato : Hansha Bimū ( Mirror art : Reflection beam)."
Mira speaks out as a wall of mirrors form behind her and begin to glow a bright yellow.
"Tch. You think you are the only one with tricks. You kid yourself."
Pan retorts with a smirk.
"Just shut up and lose already."
Mira yells as a bright yellow beam shoots out of the mirror wall with speeds breaking through the sound barrier.
Pan forms two black circular molds in his palms and heaves them towards the beam. A massive explosion occurs as the molds make impact with the beam causing a large dust cloud to erupt.
"Ah!!!!"
Mira yells out as the shock wave from the explosion hits her with a bang, causing her to be thrown back a bit.
Mira manages to stable herself before finally getting to her feet. The dust cloud clears and Pan is seen standing a couple of meters from Mira with a grin across his face.
"What did you think about that show of pure art just now."
Pan remarks with confusion creeping into Mira as she stared blankly at him.
 "What in the world are you talking about??"
Mira retorts.
"Oh come on. That explosion just now was totally beautiful. A pure work of art right there."
Pan replies gesturing with his hands to drive home his point.
"Huh."
Mira gets even more confused as she listened to Pan speak.
"Oh never mind. Only geniuses are able to behold such beauty and call it art." 
Pan remarks as he begins to walk towards Mira.
"Tch, I don't even know why I'm listening to you blabber like a crazy person."
Mira remarks as she readies herself.
Pan weighs his options for a moment before grinning wildly after which he charges forward, moving forward without a care in the world.
Mira doesn't stand on ceremony as she rushes forward as well. She comes within a few meters of Pan but something struck her as odd the moment she sighted his fist covered in dark brown dust causing her to use the one of the mirrors behind her as a shield, dragging it forward to block Pan's fist.
Pan connects with mirror and the mirror explodes on impact, shattering into a million pieces with the shock wave blasting Mira back with immense force causing her to yell.
"Nice instinct. I actually thought you'd try to go at me blow for blow but I guess you're smarter than I thought. I'll he fun blowing your mirrors to pieces."
Pan remarks with a chuckle. Mira attempts to stand to her feet but finds herself unable to keep her balance as she struggles slightly.
"This is not what I was expecting…."
Mira mutters under her breath as she looks up at Pan revealing a bloodied face.
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[FLASHBACK]
A COUPLE OF MONTHS BEFORE THE COMMENCEMENT OF THE DEFENSE EXAMS. 
TIME : 3:00PM
LOCATION : MARTIAL GROUND, CELESTE MANOR.
"Come at me again." 
Killian orders in a firm voice standing a couple of meters away from Mira who seems to have received quite a beating as she had her hands on her knees and was breathing heavily.
"Can we take a break now. I am exhausted."
Mira replies in a tired voice.
"Mira, you were the one that decided to take part in the Defense exams after Agent Mae approached you. We cannot slack off on your training even for a minute else you end up going there and making a fool out of yourself."
Killian remarks with Mira rolling her eyes.
"Oh come on. Most of the participants are just going to be regular paupers. I don't think I have anything to fear from a bunch of nobodies."
Mira retorts with an air of pride.
Killian squints at her words and immediately charges for her without warning, Mira is taken by surprise as she tries to put up a block but is unsuccessful as Killian grabs her arm and trips her, causing her to land painfully on the ground with her butt.
"Ow. What was that for??... You didn't even give me a heads up or something." 
Mira remarks with a pained expression on her face as she rubbed her butt to numb the pain she felt. 


A twist of fate or more like an unexpected turn of events send four individuals on a journey across the realms of Ra'as, a world of superpowers and extraordinary individuals. 

An adventure that will put them against powerful foes and will enable them uncover the secrets behind the real origins of their world is about to begin.

Unknown to our protagonists though is the fact that the threat of war looms over the Planet Ra'as with several factions getting into a struggle for the possession of the omnipotent device known as the Spirit orbs.

An epic tale of love and loss, pain and suffering, despair and revenge awaits all those willing to embark on this adventure with our protagonists.


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At this moment, the young Magus that had collapsed to the ground immediately  shouted out, “Lord Ancestor, you can’t let him off so easily! He attacked our  Farlier family and even indirectly caused Grandpa Damien’s death!” 

“Oh?!” Leylin furrowed his brows. Black flames blazed as he instantly moved to  the youth’s side. With just a scan, he understood the youth’s body like the  back of his own hand. “Did the Spirit Slaying Sect give you that wound on your  chest?” 

“Yes. I got hit by the attack of a soul plague from the sect disciples, and  was also poisoned by a Malaria Spider!” The youth looked defeated, but then had  an excited flush on his face. 

“A small issue.” Leylin’s finger moved, and the bandages around the youth’s  chest automatically fell off to reveal twisted muscles and horrifying wounds. 

“Bear with it for a bit.” Leylin dripped a crimson potion onto the youth’s  injuries. White gas steamed from the wounds, causing the youth to cry out in  pain involuntarily. Shortly after, black gas streamed out of the wound and the  flesh began to mend itself rapidly. The wounds were healing. 

“WHAT?” Darlie shouted from not far away, “That’s even faster than a rank 3  healer! Is this an ancient healing potion from legends?” 

Leylin had no wish to answer Darlie’s question. Instead, he noticed Alric  beginning to make a move. “Tch, so stubborn.” 

*Rumble!* Countless holy javelins made of platinum flames appeared around him,  shooting towards Leylin like thousands of arrows being launched at the same  time. Alric himself revealed a large pair of wings as he took to the skies. 

“I said, stay there quietly. Did you not understand the first time?” Leylin’s  expression darkened, and an aura several times more terrifying and powerful  than Alric’s descended. Formless energy rippled, causing those javelins to  explode in the air and dissipate into motes of light. 

Seeing Leylin take care of his attack, Alric made a strange sound from  mid-air, spreading his wings and escaping as far as he could go. 

“Get down here!” Leylin’s right hand pulled downwards, and Alric gave a  blood-curdling cry from within the streak of light. He fell down, the two wings  on his back being torn off by a formless force. Some flesh and blood remained  at the end, revealing long gashes on his back from which blood spurted forth. 

The cage with pillars of light that sealed off the region had, with a sound as  if it could not hold on for longer, exploded bit by bit. 

“…” His wound completely healed, the youth now stood up and watched the scene  silently. He was surprised, yes, but the events that had played out so far had  far exceeded what he could take. He was now numb to everything. 

When he’d been fleeing from the sect disciples, a voice in his mind urged him  to change course, veering towards Teljose City. Before the Spirit Slaying Sect  disciples who were after him could attack him, Alric appeared. Faced against  the sect disciple and a rank 3 Magus who both had grudges against him, the  youth would rather be caught by the sect that even see Alric’s face. 

However, things were far from over. Just when he thought everything was done  for, an even more bizarre thing had happened. Leylin, the genius from his  Farlier Family who’d been missing for centuries, had suddenly reappeared. On  top of that, he dominated and defeated Alric the moment he showed himself! 

The youth watched Alric lying on the ground like a dead dog, his expression  stiff. He had a strong suspicion that this could be a mere clone, or perhaps a  fraud. Since when was a rank 3 Magus, the best of the south coast, so weak? 

‘Or is it that he isn’t weak, but the Lord Ancestor is just that powerful?’  The youth watched Leylin’s masked face, his eyes full of admiration. He was  fully privy to Alric’s prowess. Under the forcefield the rank 3 Magus had shown  off, he would have been killed like an ant… 

However, Leylin had defeated his opponent with a mere wave of the arm. How  large was the disparity between them? 

“Your wounds are all healed up. By the way, what’s your name?” Leylin’s face  held some rare gentleness as he faced this descendant. 

“My– My name is Krupp, I’m Audi’s descendant…” Krupp knew Leylin had no  interest in his family tree, and directly mentioned the person in Leylin’s  generation. 

“Audi? Did this happen after I left?” Leylin stroked his chin. 

“Yes, he’s your brother, born two years after you left…” Krupp carefully  watched Leylin’s expression, and then pointed at Alric, “Lord Ancestor, he once  sent people to attack our Farlier family and almost caused us to be completely  uprooted from the Chernobyl Islands. Only a few of us escaped under Grandpa  Damien’s protection. You must take revenge for us!” 

Having said all this, Krupp clenched his fists tightly, his eyes brimming with  tears. 

“Don’t worry,” Leylin nodded. After hearing news that the Farlier family had  almost been destroyed, he strangely felt no anger. It was as if he was hearing  someone else’s story; even he was surprised at his reaction. 

Leylin immediately thought of the reason for this. He was someone who’d come  from another world, and wasn’t the original Leylin who was just a playboy.  Because he had the A.I. Chip and was a grandmaster in the field of souls,  issues with things like soul fragments that were retained from the original  soul causing melodrama wouldn’t be an issue for him. 

The old Leylin’s soul had long since been annihilated, with not a trace left  behind. He would not be able to affect Fang Ming the slightest. Hence, after  hearing that the Farlier family had almost been wiped out, he’ only nodded  slightly in acknowledgement. 

Emotions and the responsibility towards one’s bloodline were different,  however. Leylin believed he still had some work to do in that regard. 

Krupp and Darlie felt the temperature of their surroundings lower in an  instant. A slight explosion could be heard from Alric’s body, and it seemed  like he was strangled at his throat by a formless strength. He now hung before  Leylin. 

“My…” Alric tried to sound from his throat. With a blink of Leylin’s eyes, his  face had flushed red. He squirmed as the blood drained from his face; it turned  an ashen grey. 

In that short moment, Leylin had destroyed Alric’s spiritual force. He was now  just slightly stronger than a regular human. 

“You’ve really got some guts. To dare go against the unwritten rules of the  south coast and take revenge on my family…” Leylin’s hand grabbed at the void,  and crackling sounds were heard from Alric’s body. The bones automatically  broke apart inch by inch, but Alric was still awake and had to deal with the  suffering alone. Soon enough, blood spurted from his mouth, and some of his  teeth were broken. 

“I believe there’s a need to set a precedent, so that the other Magi will be  aware.” A thin crimson thread was extracted from his body and hovered in front  of Leylin. 

“Let’s see!” A trace of blood-red light could be seen in Leylin’s eyes as  countless translucent mirrors opened up before him, revealing vague figures  within. 

“NOO…” Alric immediately grew agitated upon seeing them, his body trembling  unceasingly as his eyes pleaded with Leylin. 

However, Leylin himself cared nothing for this, “Mm, you don’t have any direct  descendants yourself, but there are a lot of other branches. Siblings?” 

Alric did not answer, his tongue had long since been bitten off. If not for  Leylin intentionally keeping him alive, he would have died long ago. Alric  would much rather die early than face what was to come. 

“You know my character. I rarely use curses or other spells in that vein. It’s  not because I’m unfamiliar with them, but because they’re troublesome; not only  is the preparatory work tedious, there’s also a backlash,” Leylin continued on  as if he were chatting with a friend, “But things are different here. The  backlash from some rank 1 and 2 Magi, and even regular humans, means nothing to  me…” 

As he spoke, leylin produced a large amount of materials from his spatial  pouch, carving strange altar-like runes on the ground. 

“Trace back the path of the bloodline to all branches…” Terrifying curses  rolled off Leylin’s tongue in a strange accent, “Ye of his blood, shall become  the source of the curse!” After a few ceremonies, Leylin extracted some blood  with a dagger and threw it onto the altar under Alric’s look of despair. 

“AAAAHH…” With sounds of anguish being transmitted from the altar, a faint  distorted face with empty eyes wailed as it pounced into the air. 

“Go!” Leylin snapped his fingers. 

*Bzzt bzzt…* Formless ripples spread, and immediately after a blond Magus’  expression changed in one of the round mirrors, green warts appearing all over  his body. They then exploded, spurting out corrosive liquid that caused him to  become a pile of white bones amidst his howls. 

Black fog occupied the entirety of a castle elsewhere, and broken limbs were  thrown out of it every once in a while. 

“Noooo…” Alric lowered his head. All that remained in his dead eyes was  boundless hatred. 

“Did you think that was all?” Leylin could not help but laugh as he saw Alric  in this state. 

“Soul extraction!” A translucent figure was pulled out from Alric’s forehead. 



Leylin is transported from an advanced technological era into a medieval world— except there’s magic. Equipped with only his quick wits and an A.I. chip fused to his soul, he sets out to become the most powerful magus the world has ever known. In a land divided into the Light and Dark Magi, the weak can either be cattle or disposable slaves. Only the strong can determine their lives, and only they have the luxury for virtue. Yet strength is only a tool for Leylin, like any other. His goal, in the end, is his own.

Translator’s desc:
What happens when a scientist from a futuristic world reincarnates in a World of Magic and Knights?

An awesome MC — that’s what happens!

A scientist’s goal is to explore the secrets of the universe, and this is exactly what Leylin sets out to do when he is reincarnated. Dark, cold and calculating, he makes use of all his resources as he sets off on his adventures to meet his goal.

Face? Who needs that… Hmmm… that guy seems too powerful for me to take on now… I better keep a low profile for now.

You want me to help you? Sure… but what benefit can I get out of it? Nothing? Bye. 

Hmmm… that guy looks like he might cause me problems in the future. Should I let him off for now and let him grow into someone that can threaten me….. Nahhh. *kill*

It had been 4 days and prom was a wee away. Kuroo came up with the genius idea of 'helping' Kenma pick a suit. After class was over Kuroo dragged Kenma off to the tailor for a fitting. Truth be told Kenma had planned on wearing a blazer and sweatpants. If only it were that easy he thought as then walked into the tailors. Not too long after their arrival Kenma was  quickly seized by tailors. Measuring and pulling and turning. It lasted a while but they eventually got all the things they needed. Now that the hard part was over they were ready to select the suite pieces they thought would best suit him. After going through a red suit, a blue suit, a brown suit, and a white suit They finally found one that looked right. It was a traditional black suite. One of the tailors quickly added a red tie with gold accent to complement the gold cuff links of the sleeves of the suit jacket, and the small gold detail of the lip on the dress should someone had shoved at him. After looking down at all the things that had been piled on him he eventually walked out of the fitting room. He came out from behind the curtain and saw Kuroo sitting on a sofa, legs crossed with the same laid back expression he always had. He got up to take a closer look at the outfit as Kenma stepped out further into the main room. "Hmm." Kuroo looked indifferent towards the suite. Maybe it was the shoes, or… the tie Kenma thought as his palms got sweaty. 
"W-what do you think?" He tried to ask as noshelantly as possible, as he looked away glancing across the room. After a moment of awkward silence Kuroo finally exhaled and answered his question.
 "I think the black is simplistic and not too flashy , making it more elegant, so it works for you. I like the red, it adds a little bit of color without throwing off the minimalistic dynamic of the set. And I like the subtle gold accents because they bring out your eyes." 
Kenma was taken aback by that, he had no clue that Kuroo really thought about this. It made the situation a little less unbearable. He was embarrassed and had to say something in response.  
"Are you even supposed to be here? Isn't it bad luck or something?" 
Kenma said as he walked out further into the room, making his way over to the mirrors. 
"What are we? Getting married?" Kuroo asked as he walked to his right, meeting Kenma by the mirrors as he nuzzled his chin into kenma's shoulder, and slid his hands around his waist. Kenma blushed at the thought but quickly tried to cover it with hostility.
 "Well if you like it, it'll work." Kenma said, trying to look anywhere but  the mirrors now. "It doesn't matter if I like it, it matters if you like it. Do you like it, Kenma?" He asked as he hugged him a little bit tighter and rested the side of his face on Kenmas neck.
 " Yeah I like it-" Kenma said as he started to blush, trying to pry Kuroo's arms off of his waist. "Will you get off me so I can go change?" He asked, still trying to break away from Kuroo. 
"Change? Already? But I like Kenma in a suit, just 5 more minutes?" He asked, still not letting go. "No you'll see plenty of the actual night of the dance, now let go you clingy chicken!" At this point he was squirming like a cat in a bathtub, it seemed the more he resisted the more Kuroo attached. He finally let go, a look of confusion flushed across his face.
 "Chicken? Well if i'm a chicken then I guess that makes you my ki-" "No!" Kenma said forcefully as he covered Kuroo's mouth. "Do not say that." Kenma ordered as he slowly let go of Kuroo's face, proceeding with caution. 
" FiNe… My gInGeR cAt." "WHAT DID I SAY!" "What? You said I couldn't call you Kitten." "Kuroo!" 
"Alright, alright. Go change and we'll grab lunch." He just glared at Kuroo for a second before retreating to the fitting room to change back into his clothes.

two best friends who have been inseparable their entire lives realize that they are both in love with each other, and have no idea how to tell one another how they truly feel until it finally comes out one day on the walk to school...

Benjamin was doing it, he was exploring some of the world he wished to visit before in his life. He was heading to Russia as a tour. He was so very excited about his trip to Russia. Benjamin Fenderson ate a lot of food lower than his own, such as peanuts and other things. He'd rather be eating his nicely salted anchovies, but they did okay for the plane trip.

A short while later, and Ben was the most bored you probably could be as a normal human.

Finally, Benjamin made it to Russia. He got everything checked out and finished. Russia was a great sight to Ben, he wished he had lived there all his life and enjoyed their food and their culture. Of course, since Benjamin was born in Australia, he loved it there much more, but this was now and he was in Russia and enjoying it. Ben went to rent a room in a hotel to stay with a portion of his money he had received from the people back in Sri Lanka. Ben rested on his bed after checking it for the bed bugs. His body relaxed as he fell into his own dreams and desires.

Benjamin awoke in a weird spot, everything was different and opposite colors of themselves. The dirt was dark blue. The sky was a light brown. And in front of him was himself. He blinked and opened his eyes to a funhouse. Mirrors surrounding him, but in the mirrors was not him, it was Himalayan Hamson. He warned him of a visit of a cook so great, his food brought destruction and chaos. His name was Hubert Waterson. A young fourteen-year-old Indian boy.

Benjamin scoffed and said, "I don't think a boy could bring destruction of the world." Himalayan Hamson assured him that he would and withered away.

Ben awoke in a bit of a sweat. The sight of a fellow anchovy cook withering and decaying was not a pleasant sight. Benjamin went out to eat some dishes such as beef stroganoff.

A stranger asked him what was wrong. Benjamin explained what had happened and the destruction that was soon to come to the world. The stranger said: "That's okay, the world was bound to end sooner or later. Hey, who knows," He chuckled at his thoughts, "Maybe you'll even save the world or something like that," he laughed some more. The way the stranger said that in his Russian accent made him laugh along with it too.

Benjamin thought it over. He bought a small run-down building in Moscow, decorated and furnished it. It was called "The place of places for food." Benjamin started cooking his own recipes besides his anchovies, such as sirloin steak, shrimp and other things. He felt a strong desire to cook better and save the world from total disaster and chaos.

“This is a true prophecy that came to me from the heavens."

I finished this story two years ago. It is very fascinating, and I would like to call it one of the best light novels in the world!

This story revolves around Benjamin Fenderson, an average homeless anchovy cook on the streets of the US. Follow him and his adventures into becoming the legendary world-renowned 'man who became the dude on the street’s master french style cuisine anchovy perfectionist.'

Ben's story starts small but the former later becomes the greatest anchovy cook in the world! He overcomes many obstacles in his way like Himalayan Hamson, a great cook that many have known, Gabriel Herring, an anchovy professional who knows almost every anchovy recipe in the world, and last but not least, Hubert Waterson, a young Indian boy who was always neglected so he tries to destroy the world!

In Benjamin's adventure, he had seen many things. One of them included even the man on the moon! I would like you, the readers, to please give this story a try, as you may end up thinking that this story is a masterpiece, just like I have.

If someone would please make me a cover photo, that'd be cool.

My feet echo on the symmetric tiled floor. The entire room is filled with the scent of old wood, like my mother's chess set at home. Plush red seats line the wooden clad walls, like a beautiful carving on a stern plate of armour.
My eyes are instantly drawn to the light hanging between the staircase. Slender ropes of crystals spiral around the bulbs and hoist them upwards in a net of elegance. I can feel everyone else in the room gaze at it in wonder in perfect synchronisation to me.
And who can blame us? Summer Haven may have been a castle, but it was no palace. There were beautiful things yes, but in a rough way. Soft cotton sheets instead of velvet and silk. Daisies and wildflowers instead of roses and lilies. 
An Eerie crosses our path. She stands strong, midnight blue hair and eyes that twinkle like stars, her features only emphasised by her coal-black robes. She pays little attention to us. I can't blame her. Some of the girls are still crying over their hair change. It makes me severely irritated. Their blonde hair has been replaced with anything from raven black, bubblegum pink, spring water blue. One girl has hair a violent shade of red, symbolising blood it seems. 
A huge mirror lines the wall. I start as I see a figure staring back at me, only calming down when I realise it's me. My once blue eyes have transformed into a crystalising grey, and my hair has gone from brown to entirely white, throwing pieces of light back at the glass.
I sigh at the girl who is supposed to be me. I suppose there is no going back. No walking back to Summer Haven. No sleeping in my bedroom. No waking up to the stupid chickens. Dear Lord, I'm now thinking about those wretched chickens fondly. I must be that homesick.
"All right everyone." Our guide - Allirah, I hear her name is, a solemn woman with hair like grass, light brown skin and earthy brown eyes - "Here is where you will be staying for your time training as an Eerie. Does anyone have any questions?"
A tiny girl, no more than ten really, raises her hand with teary eyes. "Can I go home?"
Allirah shakes her head. "No, Natyar."
The ten-year-old bursts into tears here and now. A tall girl with black skin, curly dark hair in an afro, and eyes like coals pats her back. "But we will get to see our families right miss?"
"Of course." Allirah's eyes run over the group, counting over everyone. The boys were lead off by a tall man with a heavy rolling accent earlier today. She pulls out a list from her pocket and starts ticking off names. "Kaleem, this is your room..." The dark-skinned girl from earlier walks into a room. "Tysua... here please..." She absent-mindedly rubs the belt on her waist. "Ah. Tana Graves? This is your room."
My feet pad towards the door, swing it open, and close it behind me. What's inside takes my breath away. I was expecting a regular college dormitory, like the ones they showed us when we went on school trips to Rains Academy where they train doctors. 
Instead, I'm presented with a large room with huge windows. A light like the one from the staircase hangs from the ceiling, illuminating the whole room. The floor is made of dark wood and the walls coated with some sort of light grey wallpaper. The bed is the same size as the bathroom at home. Mirrors line the wall, and I can see they did not hesitate with the amount of grey in the room.
It's not that I hate grey. Greys are nice. The fact that there is barely a single pinch of colour in this room though, is slightly irritating.
I walk to one of the windows for some sanity. Outside, perfectly trimmed trees are scattered across the garden. Flowers and vines crawl across the ancient stone walls. In front of my window, is a bush of pure white roses. Not a single flaw or mistake. I suppose, when you have Eeries who control plants, the task is easier than it sounds. 
My heart began to ache at the idea that this is now my home. Endless riches and luxuries, whilst my mother and stepfather Jacah, are probably already asleep after a regular meal. I wish I could be with them right now.
Suddenly the weight of it all collapses over me. I'm not going home. I probably never will. A muffled sob erupts from my throat. Unsure of where to go, I throw myself under the silky covers of my new bed and cry myself to sleep.

Tana Graves thought she was ordinary.

Until she found out she was an Eerie: one of the lucky few who can control an element. Since then, she's been trying to discover why the world so desperately needs someone who can control glass.

(This isn't a romance story by the way. I have no idea why this is tagged as a romance novel)

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