'Jiang Ying Yue awoke in her bedroom from a nightmare but it wasn't a nightmare it was her life, her previous one at least startled she rushed to the mirror in the mirror was herself, her 15-year-old self at least'

After facing tragedy over tragedy in her past life Jiang Ying Yue decided to take back her own fate and save herself from letting history repeat itself and take revenge for her past self.

Desiree gasped, and raised a hand to her mouth in shock. Where her bungalow had previously stood, there was now a large half-timbered building. She frowned in confusion. Was she going mad? Her home had been a simple one-storey bungalow with plain, whitewashed walls, identical to the other buildings in Walnut Close. But what stood before her was a large, three-storey building, with a black timber frame surrounding a pale plaster infill. As she gazed upon this new structure, she wondered where it had come from, and what had happened to her bungalow.
She looked around. There still did not seem to have been any reaction at all from any of her neighbours. Surely they must all have heard the impact as the falling piece of sky crashed into her bungalow? Had not one of them even looked out of a window to see what was going on?
But the cul-de-sac was still deserted. Not one of her neighbours had emerged from their own modern semi-detached house to investigate the loud crash. Not one of them was staring in horror at the debris that now littered the road. Not one of them had rushed out to check that she was alright.
She frowned angrily, annoyed by the implication that none of her neighbours cared about her well-being. What if the falling piece of sky had destroyed their home? She would certainly have rushed out of her home to check that they were alright, and to offer any assistance she could. She sighed. Perhaps they were all too worried about what would happen if they were seen outside during the day. But surely the authorities would be understanding, given the circumstances?
She shook her head. Confusing thoughts were hurtling around her head. The bungalow had been destroyed. Her bungalow! The sky was falling in. The sky! Her head was pounding, and things were not making any sense, so she closed her eyes and tried to think rationally.
How could the sky crack? It was the sky, not a glass bowl! How could a piece fall from the sky and destroy her home? That was clearly a ridiculous notion. Even if the sky were actually a glass bowl that had cracked, a small piece of glass would not be enough to completely destroy her home. And where had this large timber-framed building come from?
She felt a sudden gust of wind, and heard the soft rustling sound of the leaves in the trees. It sounded like they were whispering furtively among themselves. Her head pounded. Was this all a delusion brought on by her headache?
Desiree opened her eyes, and looked around once more. There was a nagging thought in the back of her mind. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there seemed to be something different about the world. She looked upwards, confused. There were no cracks in the sky. How could there be? How could she have imagined that there were? Now she was absolutely certain that she was going mad.
She sighed in resignation, and looked around at the fragments of debris that were scattered across the road. Clearly, something bad had happened. Had something crashed into her home? Or was she imagining the debris as well?
She rubber her temples. Her headache was still pounding away. She tried to concentrate, and focussed on the large timber-framed building that stood before her. As she cast her eyes over the structure, taking in every structural and ornamental detail, a wave of relief washed over her. The slate roof was still intact, and the timber frames did not appear to have suffered any structural damage. None of the windows appeared to have been broken. There was some minor damage to the plaster infill, but that could easily be fixed. Whatever it was that had fallen from the sky, it didn't appear to have caused any serious damage to her home.
Rubbing her forehead once more, she stumbled wearily along the path leading to the front door of her house. She stepped absent-mindedly over the small pieces of debris that were scattered across the path. As she opened the door and stepped inside, these small fragments of brick, tile, plaster, and glass all seemed to melt into the ground, as if they were cubes of ice left outside on a hot summer day.
Desiree closed the door and leant wearily against it. Her head was still throbbing. She wasn't certain that she knew what was going on any more, or even if she believed what she had seen with her own eyes. She sank to the floor in despair, and placed her head in her hands. Was this what going mad felt like?
Inhaling deeply, she attempted to pull together all the disparate thoughts that were running around in her head, to try to make sense of everything that had happened. Had she seen cracks form in the sky, or had she imagined it? If the cracks had been real, what had happened to them? Did a piece of the sky fall to the ground, or had she imagined that as well? And why was there still that nagging thought in the back of her mind that something had somehow changed?
She clambered unsteadily to her feet, using the door handle as a support, and staggered into the front room. She carefully made her way around the coffee table, worried that she might collapse at any moment, and slumped into her rocking chair. Still breathing deeply, she reached forward and picked up her mug. She took a sip of the tea. It was stone cold. She sighed with disappointment, and struggled to her feet.
She noticed that the book she had been reading was lying on the floor next to the fireplace. She groaned as she bent down to pick it up. Her back still hurt from her earlier fall.
As she stood back up, still groaning, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the small mirror above the fireplace. She frowned. Something wasn't right. She stared at her reflection for a moment, puzzled. Certainly it was her. 45 years old. Dark skin. brown eyes. Long black hair. And yet, there was something not quite right. Weren't there pictures above the fireplace?
She looked around the room. Everything seemed to be in order. Her rocking chair sat next to the coffee table, opposite the brown leather couch that lay against the wall to her left. The wall to her right contained the sooty, blackened fireplace with its ornate mahogany surround. Within the fireplace sat a small mound of chopped wood, ready should she ever need to light the fire for warmth. Directly in front of her, against the back wall, sat the ornately carved oak sideboard and the solid oak bookcase stuffed with tomes on a variety of different subjects.
She frowned. There was definitely something not quite right about the room, but she couldn't work out what it was. She glanced down at the book in her hand, and smiled ruefully. Sighing deeply, she tossed the book on to her rocking chair and headed out of the room, along the hallway, and into the kitchen.
She tipped the contents of her mug into the kitchen sink. As the cold tea swirled down the plug-hole with a soft gurgling sound, she shuffled wearily over to the worktop behind the door, where the kettle stood waiting to be used. She placed her mug on the worktop, and retrieved a fresh tea bag from the nearby caddy. She dropped this into the empty mug, and inspected the kettle. There was clearly not enough water left to make a mug of tea.
She picked up the kettle with a mournful sigh, and shuffled back over to the sink. Holding the kettle under the cold water tap, she filled it with just enough water for a fresh mug of tea. A thought suddenly occurred to her as she shuffled back across the kitchen. Why do kitchen sinks have separate hot and cold taps? Surely having a single tap would be better? That way, you could easily mix hot and cold water to get the temperature you wanted.
She placed the kettle back on the worktop and switched it on. Suddenly frowning again, she looked back at the sink. She could have sworn that her kitchen did have a mixer tap. But the evidence was there before her eyes. She shook her head sorrowfully. She must still be imagining things. Like the cracks in the sky earlier. Had it all been brought on by her headache? 
She looked around, frowning once more. She was beginning to get the same feeling in the kitchen as in the front room. Something was not quite right. For one thing, she couldn't remember where she had put the painkillers. She pulled open the nearest drawer, and peered inside. There were a variety of items within the drawer; batteries, food bags, even a torch. But no painkillers. She rooted through the other drawers in the kitchen, her search becoming ever more frantic. Was she losing her mind? It seemed that she was losing her memory, at least.
Soon she had searched through all the drawers in the kitchen, without locating any painkillers. She was certain that she had some left, that she hadn't already used the last ones. In desperation, she flung open the door of the cupboard containing the glassware and other drinking vessels. Ah! There they were! Nestling behind one of the spare mugs. She shook her head, a mix of relief and confusion etched on her face. What on earth had possessed her to hide the painkillers there?
As she retrieved the small box of pills from their hiding place, she sighed in resignation. Perhaps this was just another side-effect of her headache. Or perhaps she was going mad. Either way, there wasn't much she could do apart from take some painkillers and wait for her headache to subside. She opened the box and tipped two small white pills out on to the worktop, before placing the box back in its hiding place among the tumblers and mugs.
While she waited for the kettle to boil, she leaned wearily against the worktop and looked around the kitchen. Perhaps if she worked out what was wrong in here, she would be able to work out what was wrong in the front room as well.
It was a reasonably well-appointed kitchen, with a free-standing gas cooker and large fridge-freezer. The sink sat in the corner by the window, separated from the cooker by a small draining board. Jars of herbs and spices lined the worktops that ran along two of the walls. Various culinary implements hung from hooks on the wall. Some of them she had rarely used. Others she barely recognised. She sighed again. She still couldn't work out exactly what it was that was wrong. She turned and glared at the kettle. It seemed to be taking a long time to boil.
Sighing impatiently, she looked out of the kitchen window. The garden outside was in need of some attention. She screwed her face up and tried to remember when Martin, the gardener, was next due to come round. It must be in the next couple of days, judging by the length of the grass, but she couldn't remember exactly when. She sighed again, and looked back at the kettle. It still hadn't boiled. Why was it taking so long?
Suddenly, she froze. She was sure there had been another splintering sound, similar to the previous ones only much quieter. It had seemed to come from one of the rooms upstairs. A puzzled expression crossed her face. But her home was a bungalow, wasn't it?
She moaned in anguish and shook her head violently from side to side, to try to banish the confusing thoughts that were flooding her mind. Of course her home wasn't a bungalow. Her home was a large three-storey house. Why was she imagining that it was a bungalow?
She sighed and rubbed her temples again. If only this blasted headache would go away, she would be able to concentrate properly. She thought she had better go and investigate this latest noise. In any case, the kettle still hadn't boiled yet.
She strode purposefully out of the kitchen, heading along the hallway to the bottom of the stairs. As she passed the line of family photographs that hung on the wall, they started to sway gently in the light breeze generated by her passage. In the front room, the rocking chair started to move slowly back and forth, creaking softly with each change in direction.
She tilted her head to one side as she climbed the stairs, listening for any further noises. But it was still deathly quiet. She stopped at the top of the stairs, and looked out of the window. The branches of the nearby trees were swaying gently in the breeze, but she could not hear any birds singing, or any sounds of traffic on the nearby main road.
She groaned. Maybe the pounding of her headache was drowning out all other sounds in her head. She rubbed her forehead, and pushed open the door to the bathroom. She glanced inside. Everything appeared to be in good order. Nothing was broken. She pulled the door shut behind her, and moved along the landing towards her daughter's bedroom. She could now hear a soft, fluttering sound, like a piece of loose fabric flapping in the wind.
She pushed open the door, and looked inside. The bedroom had lain empty for the past few months, as her daughter was away at university. She looked around the room. There was a thin layer of dust on every surface, but nothing appeared to be broken, or even out-of-place. She frowned as she looked at the large mirror on the side wall. Behind the mirror, the paint was flaking off the wall, in places revealing the bare brickwork. She had intended to repaint the entire wall at some point, but had never quite got around to it.
She turned and walked out of her daughter's bedroom, closing the door behind her. She pushed open the door of her own bedroom, and peered inside. The room was dark. She was briefly overcome with panic, as she wondered why the room was dark, and what terrors were waiting for her in the darkness.
She took a step backwards, and the feeling of panic subsided as quickly as it had arrived. She shook her head and tutted, chastising herself for her gullibility. Get a grip, Desiree! She had simply forgotten to open the curtain that morning. She strode purposefully over to the window and pulled the curtain back.
Light flooded into the room. She looked around, and sighed with relief. Nothing appeared to have been broken. The mirror on the wall was crooked, so she straightened it. The ornamental owl on the bedside table was facing the wrong way, so she turned it around. Nothing else seemed to be out-of-place, so she turned and headed out of the room.
As she moved along the landing and approached the door to her mother's bedroom, the fluttering sound became louder. Nervously, she gently pushed at the door, suddenly worried that a window had broken and a bird had flown into the room.
The door swung gently open, and she hesitantly looked into the room. There didn't appear to be any birds flying about, or any loose pieces of fabric flapping in the breeze. But the fluttering sound definitely seemed to be coming from within the room.
She cautiously entered her mother's bedroom, and looked around. The window was thankfully not broken. She couldn't see anything else that could have caused the earlier splintering sound, nor anything that could be causing the fluttering sound that seemed to echo around the room.
She shivered, although there was no breeze in the room. Just standing in her mother's bedroom made her uneasy. As she turned to leave, she caught a glimpse of herself in the large mirror on the wall. She stopped, as if frozen in place. The fluttering sound seemed to be emanating from the mirror itself. As she stared at her reflection in the mirror, it seemed to move and shimmer, like a piece of fabric caught in a stiff breeze.
She blinked, and the image reflected in the mirror suddenly changed. She was no longer staring at her own reflection, but an image of her mother. She frowned uncertainly. For some reason, that seemed to make sense. She was in her mother's bedroom, after all. But how could that make sense? Mirrors reflect what is there, in the room. She sighed with despair. Maybe she was going mad after all. 
She glared suspiciously at the reflected image of her mother. Her mother seemed to smile back at her. Nervously, she approached the mirror and placed her hand lightly on its surface. Her mother did the same. The mirror seemed to vibrate in response to her touch, or to her mother's touch. One or the other.
Ripples began to form on the surface of the mirror, radiating outwards from her hand. She frowned. She knew that these ripples were no more than an illusion, the light playing tricks on her mind. Like the reflection of her mother. She was seeing things that clearly were not there. She could feel the mirror beneath her hand, a simple sheet of crystalline glass, solid and unyielding.
As the ripples moved back and forth across the surface of the mirror, they began to merge together, forming a regular, rhythmic oscillation. The reflected image of her mother warped under this oscillation, changing shape like a reflection in one of those distorting mirrors often found at funfairs. She thought she could hear her mother's voice, chiding her. "Be a good girl," the voice seemed to whisper.
She lifted her hand away from the mirror in shock. Almost instantly, the ripples faded from view, along with the reflection of her mother. In its place was an image of a sturdily-built man in his late forties, with dark brown skin, brown eyes, and tightly-cropped black hair. He was standing before a mirror in the hallway of his home, adjusting his tie.
Desiree smiled, and nodded in understanding. She knew what needed to be done.

Wildbridge was a sleepy town. Nothing much happened there. Well, not since... Martin. And that suited Serina just fine. But everything was about to change. Or had it already started changing, and all that was about to happen was that people were going to start noticing? Well, it's difficult not to notice when people start turning up dead. Murdered. Especially when you're a senior member of the Serious Crime Investigation team.

Meanwhile, many light years away on the non-aligned planet of Jahanna, changes were already afoot, and there were whispers of rebellion and revolution on the streets. But death is not far away here, either. As the well-oiled machinery of the bureaucracy begins to stutter and creak under the weight of murder and betrayal, just how far will the Council go to maintain the status quo?

How could the events in Wildbridge possibly have any bearing on Jahanna?

And what exactly happened on Bershevah?

"Wenlong? Pei Hu?" Xia Meili called out twice at the door, but there was not even an echo inside the Haunted House; it felt like the sound was swallowed by some monster hiding in the dark.
What happened to the two of them? She did not want to return to the lovey-dovey Wang Hailong and Dou Menglu, but she wanted to explore the place alone even less. Don't tell me something happened to them? But that scream from Wenlong does not sound like he was in danger.
Xia Meili stood at the doors for some time before finally pushing the door closest to her open.
304? Why is there a number on the door? What is the meaning? Xia Meili peered inside. It was different from she expected; the room was very clean.
Why do I feel so worried even though the place is so clean? She stood at the door and called her friends' names twice. The more she called, the more worried she became. Where could these two large men have wandered off to?
She took out her phone to shine some light around, but the light only made her surroundings look darker, and there appeared to be something moving in the corridor behind her.
It's too dangerous standing outside. I'd better go in first. Xia Meili entered room 304 and closed the door behind her. This room looks very normal, like a typical rental room, but the more normal it seems, the higher the chance there's something scary. The Haunted House's boss would not build a set like this just for decoration.
She was cautious and braver than most girls. With her body against the wall, she looked around the room before taking the first small step. Xia Meili finished examining the room after a few minutes and found nothing weird.
There's nothing scary in the living room, so the danger is probably in the other two rooms! Wenlong and Pei Hu probably let their guard down and fell for the trap that was placed in the other rooms. Xia Meili gripped the phone tightly as she moved to the bedroom.
The bedroom does not have a door, so there will not be an actor hiding behind it. However, there are still blind spots behind the door frame. I need to be careful. She moved slowly, but her heart beat ever faster. When she reached the bedroom room, Xia Meili activated the video recorder on her phone and reached the phone into the room and turned it around.
After taking a full video, she examined it on the phone. The video was dark, but it was enough to confirm that there was no one hiding in the bedroom.
There's no one in the bedroom? Ah, I almost forgot! I haven't checked the area under the bed. She retreated back to the living room, selected a specific angle, squatted down, and aimed the flashlight on her phone at the space underneath the bed.
There's really nothing. Looks like I've watched a few too many scary movies. Xia Meili relaxed slightly. If I was the designer, of course, I would not waste this precious spot that is under the bed. I would put some trap on it to make a mannequin jump out when someone sits on the bed.
Then Xia Meili wandered into the bedroom. There really were no traps or tricks. There was, however, a light scent of detergent.
Even the table cloth has the scent of detergent to it; looks like the tenant has a strong obsession with cleanliness. After exiting the bedroom, Xia Meili turned to look at the last available room. The toilet is also a prime location, but this toilet is small and has no cubicle. There's not even a place for a person to hide.
Xia Meili treated the visit to the Haunted House as some sort of survival game. She was very careful and took deliberate steps. This type of visitor was horrid for Haunted House proprietors because they would come up with all kinds of solutions to undo the traps set up by the Haunted House. When the traps were exposed beforehand, the scary effect would greatly dwindle.
The layout of Hai Ming Apartments' toilets was interesting to say the least. The mirror was facing the toilet door, so whether the resident was passing the toilet or entering it, their attention would be pulled to the mirror. It was the same for Xia Meili. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she felt uneasy. Is this the environment or a trick of the eyes? How come I feel like the person inside the mirror is not me?
She stood at the door and shone her phone on the mirror. It reflects light, so it is an actual mirror, not an actor standing behind it to scare people.
She held the wall as she entered the toilet. The space inside was small, and soon, she found herself standing before the mirror.
Either there is no a trap to this room or the people hiding inside this place left after they scared Wenlong and Pei Hu. Xia Meili reached out to touch the mirror, and her tensed feelings relaxed. It's just a fake scare. This is all Pei Hu's fault; I've been infected by his cowardice.
She looked at herself in the mirror, and upon closer inspection, it looked much more normal. This is just a regular Haunted House; we have been scaring ourselves for naught. Since Wenlong and Pei Hu aren't in this room, they should be in one of the other two rooms.
Xia Meili tried calling Wang Wenlong again. The sound seems to be coming from next door.
She leaned to her side to listen, and right then, a drop of water fell from the ceiling and landed on the edge of the sink. Xia Meili's focus was fully zeroed in on determining the source of the ringtone, so she did not wonder why water was leaking from the ceiling.
It's definitely coming from next door—Room 303.
Another droplet of water fell from the ceiling. This time, it fell on the tip of Xia Meili's shoes. Before she could react, the third drop fell on her nose, and it slid down her face. Finally, Xia Meili noticed it. This Haunted House is leaking?
She frowned and turned her head up. In the partition above her head lay a woman who was completely drenched. Her face that was twisted from pain looked at Xia Meili quietly. A head of black hair fell down her face, and it would soon reach Xia Meili's eyes!
No wonder I could not find anything… it was hiding up there.
Something more viscous than water fell on Xia Meili's face. She wiped at it and realized it was as red as blood. Her body weakened, and Xia Meili collapsed to the floor with a thud.
…
Chen Ge exited the sealed classroom. Where is the mannequin that I left out here?
The girl mannequin had disappeared, and Chen Ge rushed toward the entrance. He remembered the warning on the black phone. Once the spirits left the Haunted House, they might go berserk.
Chen Ge examined the wooden boards at the entrance, and they were unmoved. He sighed in relief. It's almost time to get them out already.
He did not even grab the iron mallet and entered the scenario with just a bloodied shirt. He was halfway down the corridor when he heard an ear-splitting female scream coming from the direction of the female dormitory!
That sounds like it came from the Pen Spirit's room, but the Pen Spirit doesn't seem aggressive enough to have caused something like this.
Chen Ge increased his pace and soon saw a woman in hot pants who had lost her heels running his way at full speed.


The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. 
At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

Alice inserted the bronze key into the door and turns the key towards her right side, she opened the door and looked towards Adam who was staring at the door that slowly swung open.
"This is your apartment for your stay in the Kingdom." Alice pointed towards the inside of the apartment as the lights turned on by itself when the door fully opened.
Adam entered the apartment and looked around the large apartment that has a living room right on the opposite side of the entrance door, a large kitchen on his right side, and a hallway that was on the opposite side of the living room which has a couple of wooden doors inside it.
Adam took off his shoes and walked towards the living room of his apartment with Alice behind him who walked towards the hallway that was right behind Adam, she opened one of the wooden doors and looked towards Adam who was still looking around the living room "This is your bedroom."
Adam turned around and walked towards Alice who entered the bedroom, he stands right beside Alice and looked towards the bed that has a couple of items on top of it.
He saw his white case that was sitting on the end of the bed, a set of clothing with a pair of shoes on top of it besides it, and a small diamond-shaped wooden box right beside it that was near the edge of the bed. Alice walked towards the edge of the bed and grabbed the diamond-shaped wooden box, she opened the wooden box and took out a large diamond-shaped light blue metal that has clear glass in a shape of a diamond right in the middle of it.
"This is your new mask for the game it will wrap itself around your neck and will cover your head," Alice explained as she gave Adam the diamond-shaped metal.
"Wow, that sounds cool can I try it?" Adam asked as he grabbed the mask from Alice's hand with his right hand, he took a closer look at the mask while moving it around his hand and noticed small writing on the glass part of the mask. He squinted his eye and saw that his name was etched in the middle of the glass part of the mask.
"Yes, you can use it please align the glass that's in the middle of the metal to the nape of your neck and the mask will instantly wrap itself around your neck covering your entire head," Alice explained as she pointed towards the glass of the mask.
Adam nodded as he took off the white mask that he was wearing with his left hand, he dropped his white mask from his hand as he lined up the glass part of his new mask to the nape of his neck. As soon as the cold glass hits Adam's nape all the sides of the mask opened up on its own and wrapped itself around Adam's neck.
A bright light came out from the back of Adam's mask as a large patch of thick light brown fur grew out from it that instantly grew all over Adam's mask and covered his head with it, Alice looked towards Adam and gave him a thumbs up "Wow that really really suits you."
Adam looked towards the corner of the room that has a large mirror on the wall and walked towards it, he looked towards the reflection of himself and saw his head that was covered with a lion head. He slowly moved his head around while staring at his reflection "Wow this is amazing! It looks like a real lion head and look it can even follow my mouth movement!"
Adam reached to the fur that was near his neck and starts brushing it with his hand, as he brushed the fur a couple more times he turned his head and looked towards Alice who stands behind him  "Wow this feels like a real lion fur."
"Yes that is the technology of the mask, it will feel very real and it will cover your face but it won't disturb your view at all. It will feel like you are not wearing a mask, that mask will help in your games and your day to day life here in the Kingdom it will display all the information that you need," Alice explained as she looked towards Adam who was still brushing the fur that was near his neck.
"Yeah you're right it doesn't feel like I'm wearing a mask at all, can I touch my face under the mask?" Adam asked as he tried to touch his face that was under the mask, his hand instantly sunk inside the mask and touched his face that was underneath it.
"The mask can detect anything that's coming towards it from every angle and it will allow your hand to get through it, so if you want to eat or drink it will allow you to do so. It has been created in a way that will not bother the contestants." Alice explained while looking towards Adam.
"Now your first game will take apart within a week from tomorrow if you have any questions I will be in my apartment room number eighty-nine right beside your apartment, I will leave your apartment now and give you some time to rest see you tomorrow morning Adam." Alice slightly bowed towards Adam as she left Adam in his room who bowed back towards Alice, Adam turned his head back towards the mirror and moved his head around.
"Wow, it looks just like what I saw on the games amazing." Adam smiled as he grabbed the mask from his nape, it turns off and turns back into its diamond shape.
Adam puts down the mask to a table on the side of his bed along with the Bowie knife that he got from the test area, he walked towards his white case that was sitting on his bed and opened it "Time to take a shower."
Adam grabbed a set of clothes from his white case and walked towards a wooden door that was right in front of his bedroom, a couple of minutes passed by as Adam went out of the bathroom with a green towel on his head.
He walked back inside his bedroom and puts down his large white case beside his bed, he looked over towards the set of clothes that were in the middle of his bed and picked up the pair of dark green high top sneakers that have a golden crown in the middle of its tongue "Wow these are some high-quality shoes can't wait to wear this."
Adam puts down the shoes on the wooden floor right beside him and grabbed the set of clothes that was sitting on his bed. The set of clothes was consist of a large green bomber jacket that has a small golden pin on its left chest that was in a shape of a lion head, an orange sweatshirt underneath it that have courage written in the middle of it that was done in graffiti, and a black pair of jeans below it "Wow they have a great taste I can't wait to wear this too."
Adam smiled as he hanged the set of clothes on the handle of his bedroom door while he walked out of his bedroom, he walked towards the kitchen grabbed a large bag of chips and a can of soda from the small island in the kitchen that was filled with all kind of snacks and drinks "They gave me a lot of foods that's really nice of them."
Adam walked towards the living room while opening the large bag of chips and sat down in the middle of the red couch while staring at the television in front of him, he grabbed a black remote that was on top of the glass table right in front of him and pressed a green button that was at the top of the remote.
The television turned on and the news came up, Adam watched the news while grabbing a handful of chips from the bag "What a day, I killed ten people and now I'm here eating a bag of chips while watching the television."
Adam finished the bag of chips and the can of soda as he turns off the television, he threw the empty bag of chips and can of soda into a trash can as he went inside his room.
"What a wild day time for rest," Adam mumbled as he walked towards his bed.

True peace was achieved after one hundred years of devastating world war that was called Armageddon; which means no more crime, no more violence, and most importantly no more evil in the world.

The world has been living in its true peace for hundreds of years.

But it doesn't last for long.

The year 248 AA. Adam, a young man that's seeking revenge for his father who he watched dying with his own eyes when he was little. Now at the age of nineteen years old, he finally able to enter the game where his dad had died on "The King's Game".

Will he be able to avenge his father? What is The Kings Game? What kind of obstacles that he will run into? Read to find out!



Lydia's POV 

(Two days later) 

I was sitting and chilling on the bed. I looked around the dorm. It was crystal clear. I dont know why, but Aaron came and emptied our dorm the day before yesterday. 

Me and Em were totally confused. I dont know why, but i feel that my assumptions are correct! 

He told us that today we should pack our rest of the clothes. This morning Drake came and took them with him. 

Aaron said that we should reach the apartment's building at 4pm sharp. It was 3:49 already. "Hey Em lets go!" I told her and we left in five minutes. 

I sat in my new car. I had recieved it yesterday. My car was my life. It was super comfortable. 

We drove to the building in no time and parked our cars. Lexi and Drake were already waiting for us. We got out of car and Lexi hugged us both while me and Drake did our handshake. 

"We have to blindfold you guys. Lyd dont look at me like that. Aaron's command" he said and blindfolded us. They took us somewhere. 

Then we stopped in the elevator. I felt it go up. My stomach fluttered with excitement. I guess my assumptions are damn correct. 

I felt Lexi drag me out of elevator. We walked and stopped somewhere. "Okay guys! Now do not faint when i show you this" Lexi informed us and took off our blindfolds. 

The moment i saw the apartment my heart stopped. We were standing infront of an apartment which had become twice of wjat we saw. 

It was clear that Aaron bought us other apartment too. We entered the apartment or should i say 'condo'. The living room was beautiful. Wholly designed and furnished. 

The living room was huge. It had a large seating area with a small table and two chairs. Next to it was a book shelf with loads of novels. 

After the above, was the L-shaped couch. It had a main table. Then was the unit with a large tv. At the both ends of the unit were two large glass vases with long sticks in it. 

The living room also had a gallery area with large with french windows. In between was a door to open the windows. I had to admit that the apartment was better than my last home. 

Drake also told us that the lights can be switched on and off with the help of a remote. The living room was really damn beautiful. 

I can stay here for all my life. 

Then, we went to the kitchen. The kitchen was connected with the dining area. It literally took my breath away. It was so damn huge. 

The kitchen was amazing. There was a kitchen island table with chairs. Then there was the kitchen platform which had oven, dishwasher and microwave attached to it. 

After the right end of the platform, there was a huge fridge. Then were cabinets for storage and then large windows with the same breath taking view again. 

What really shocked me was that there was extra space for two three-seater couches and a table in between them. I am so glad thar this condo was on 9th floor. 

"Okay now the best part guys! Who's room first, Lyd or Em?" Deake asked and Em chose first. We then went to her amazing room￼ 

............................................................... 

I was now sitting in my beautiful room. I was a master bedroom. Both, mine and Em's rooms were master bedrooms. I am gonna hug Aaron when he comes to meet us. 

This is the best room ever. When you enter, there are two doors. One is for washroom and other is for closet. If you go straight ahead, you enter the bedroom. 

￼ 

 The bedroom was amazing. When you enter and look straight ahead, there is the huge bedroom with huge glass windows and a huge gallery. 

The room was enormous. There was the bed. Infront of it was the unit with a huge tv. Next to the unit's ends were huge vases with curly sticks. 

Next to the bed were two beautiful night stands with lamps on the both side. Infront of the balcony were two one-seater couches with a coffee table to enjoy the scene. 

I had not seen the bathroom yet. So, i decided to explore it. The washroom was large too. There were two sinks with a huge mirror infront of them. Next to it was a small cabinet with bathrobes, towels and other stuff. 

There was then the toilet, shower area and the bath tub area, all seperated by huge glass. There was a glass door. You enter it and there is the toilet on the left, shower on the right and bathtub straight ahead. 

You had a glass door to enter in each. This was just too much for me. Even with this much money, i had never stayed in such a beautiful home. 

It was overwhelming for me. I went out of the washroom. Infront of it was the closet room. It was larger than the usual. All of my clothes were hung perfectly. 

There was a large, bed type, thing to sit on. Then there were my below the clothes rack. All of it was perfect. There was a large wall-length mirror on one of the wall. 

Believe me, it was also beautiful. I love this apartment. It was really an apartment that someone would dream of. I just loved it. 

.......................................................... 

I was sitting in the living room, reading a book. Em, Drake and Lexi had ditched me. Em went to meet Aaron while Lexi and Drake went on a date. 

I was sitting in front of the gallery. I had opened the wondows and there was heavenly air in the whole house. 

I was waiting for Aaron. And in no time Aaron came to meet me. "Aaron!" I exclaimed and hugged him. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I kept on repeating. 

"You are the best brother ever!" I told him and he smirked. "I know and your welcome." He said and went to kitchen to drink water. 

Then we had our brother-sister time. 

........................................................... 

Julia's POV 

I was chilling sitting on the couch. I miss Lydia with all my life. Nate told me that he had recieved a text from her. 

It was his birthday that day. He looked so happy after recieving the text. Blake has changed a lot. 

He has become a man-whore but i understand. His reasons are totally clear. I remember one time, he got drunk and started crying infront of me. 

He told me he missed Lydia. I have also seen his wallpaper. It is Lydia's picture. She looked so happy. 

I hope she is happy with her decision. Mother told us that she is planning on visiting during summer. I saw how Blake's jaw clenched on mention of her name. 

I wish Lydia forgives us all. But, as far as i know her, she would probably stay at a hotel or something and ignore us to the fullest. 

And well me, i would just ask her to forgive me. I would follow her everywhere she goes. She is my sister and nothing is more important than her. 

I miss you Lydia!

Lydia has shifted to Sydney. She meets her new roomie named Emily Winston. She had not forgotten Alessa and Julia though.

Emily becomes Lydia's best friend. Lydia's closest cousin Aaron Smith meets her at the same university.

Emily is a good girl like Lydia. Though she is not nerd.

Blake is finding Lydia.

Blake had changed his ways since Lydia had shifted. Partying, drinking and one night stands was all Blake thought of. But what else could he do if his love has left him?

He still loved Lydia. He had now started working as CEO of Parker's enterprise along with studying for holding his degree of business management.

What happens when Blake and Lydia are forced into arrange marriage by their parents? Will they accept it?

Welcome again to the journey of #BLYDIA, full of dramas and more heartbreaks and even..... suspense?

Reji obediently followed Kaiden and me back to our room
"We need to arrange a sleeping area for Reji," I said
"not a problem my lady"  Reji replied "I will look for some extra blankets and a pillow I can sleep in a corner anywhere," he said "I am a rat-man"
"no Reji rat-man or not you will not sleep on the floor in some random corner," I said patiently "there must be some things around here I found a cupboard in the bedroom
inside was a folded up flat mattress with extra sheets and blankets
there we are I said he took them out and I looked around the bedroom it was big enough it could be split in half
so I did just that moving a screen and putting it across the room
moving some furniture with my magic I arranged the room until it was satisfactory
Reji would have a place to sleep and Kaiden and I would still have our privacy
"ok Reji this is your space for the duration of the trials," I said to him
"thank you, my lady," he said bowing his head he quickly set up his bed and made himself comfortable
"I will show you other chores that need to be done for Princess Mikela later," Kaiden said
"thank you my lord" Reji replied "may I rest now?" he asked you "can do so Reji
when we don't need you for anything you can use your time as you like"
"thank you, my lord," Reji said bowing his head
"it's time to open our prizes," I said as I walked to a nearby table Kaiden summoned out everything we received
"let's see what we got here," he said we had various potions some crafting items one of them a strange black metal stick with runes inscribed on it
Kaiden gasped as he picked it up "Mikky do you know what this is?" he asked
I shook my head "give me the gun" he said I unstrapped it from my thigh
it was a handgun brought in from the human world an old fashioned
small handheld ladies double-barreled derringer pistol in white and gold
I had done some modifications to it but it wasn't entirely finished yet
this gun would be able to shoot spell bullets instead of actual bullets
I could load it with nonlethal spells for the knock out battles
like static bullets that would work something thing like a taser shot
currently, Kaiden and I working on status effecting spells for the knock out rounds
using crumble and my other spells were far too lethal
the reason why I could use static was caused by my natural resonance
it was what my magic was like in its raw form the little white bolts of energy in my hands could be amped up without refining it,
I could always generate static it was what I had used to heal myself before I knew I was a witch
it was just a matter of being able to peel back the layers of my magic cultivation
and call out my raw unrefined magic and controlling its force
I could generate large bolts of raw electricity but it was very uncontrollable if I used it in a large capacity
electricity in its raw form became lightning it was a force of nature that could affect everything around me
like all magical powers, I could not use them, unwisely after doing some research in my amulet I discovered my lightning magic was a trait that had appeared
when my ancestor's bloodline become mixed with the bloodlines of people from the dragon clan historically speaking my bloodline since the days of our ancestors originated in Dhakem
so it was an inherited ability used by an ancestor known as the Mistress of Thunder
"This is a transformation rod," Kaiden said  "watch this" he put the gun and the rod together on the table
and cast a glowing purple magic circle around them as blue magic energy
appeared and began swirling around them and a blue orb appeared around them the rod and the gun floated inside the orb and  the symbols on the stick glowed
and then it floated into the barrel of the gun attributes began to appear next to the gun
"now Mikaela what kind of gun do you want?" Kaiden asked what kind of gun? I thought with narrowed eyes hmm
"I want it to be able to use multiple types of spell bullets I have to be able to fire rapidly short burst," I said "whatever status affecting spells we can use I want it to be able to fire anything"
the gun began to transform a spin barrel it could hold three racks of small bullets appeared ooh interesting I thought I could load it with a variety of spells
it would look much like a cowboys gun it was very cool and the gun itself was very pretty it had a white grip while the metal parts of the gun were gold 
with a long barrel the entire gun had black magical runes inscribed all over it making it look very stylish
"then how about something I can use with my upper dantian a gun that can shoot long-distance something very precise and high powered but something I can carry," I said
the gun changed form into an elegant gold and white sniper rifle it even had a scope on it
"wow I breathed thats wicked" "ok how about something that can take down a big monster
that can fire a variety of different types of spell bullets even explosive ones"
the gun changed again into a double-barreled high powered rifle with a clip and
what looked like a large barrel underneath for what could only be much bigger explosive spells
"How big of a spell could this hold?" I wondered out loud in awe
it was freaking big and scary looking "the white and gold were gone this gun was black with gold runes inscribed however these runes were drawn to look sharp like prickly thorns it radiated deadly beauty
"Can I carry that?" I asked "I'm small it could be heavy"
the gun became more streamlined taking on a more futuristic tech look a strap appeared and that strap had extra clips attached it was meant to be worn across the chest
"dam " I breathed "now thats more like it"
"do I have to choose only one?" I asked
"no!" Kaiden smiled "thats the beauty in the transformation rod"
"it can change your weapon into any form you want but it will only keep the base form of the
item it's paired with you cant turn a gun into something else for instance
but it can turn into whatever other kinds of guns you want you can also add more parts to the weapon and build it much more easily we can use its small form for now until we build-up to the sniper and ultra canon for the third test he said this way do you want to permanently bond them together?" he asked
"do it!" I said, "we will figure out what spells it can be loaded with later right?" I asked
"correct!" he said smiling "you are getting used to this"
I called out my magic and with Kaiden's guidance, I refined my newest weapon bonding the gun to its transformation rod
when it was finished I held it in my hands it felt warm with magic energy and it was slightly heavier than before
it had changed back to its previous form of a small ladies purse revolver  but now it had three transformations I needed to build the canon for the third round however
and the magic runes were now permanently inscribed all over it
it was very beautiful strangely enough I wasn't scared to hold such a weapon in my hand
I strapped it to my thigh again and we continued looking through the items we had gotten
we received some magical herbs as well finding nothing else suitable for use at the moment for ourselves
"is there anything Reji needs?" I asked, "you're going to train him later right?" I said
"yes but it will be a while before he's at the stage to use magical items," Kaiden said
"theres a scryer here," I said holding up the small handheld mirror it had a cover
inside a leather casing so that the mirror wouldn't get broken it was a very convenient pocket scryer
"Reji come here" I called him "yes my lady," he said coming out of the bedroom
"if we are away you can use this to send us a message" I explained he came forward
"yes my lady"
"watch closely I will show you how to use it," I said activating the mirror letting him watch
I sent a message from that mirror to Kaiden's a little butterfly took off fluttering through the air and disappeared a moment
later it burst out of Kaiden's mirror
flying around Kaiden's head to alert him "do you understand how it works?" I asked him
"my lady let me try," he said I handed him the mirror and he activated it and sent Kaiden another message

“You’re a Warlock… Ah, I remember this feeling. You must be from the Magus  World, right?” The ancient Wisdom Tree spoke slowly, each syllable taking a  significantly long time. It was enough for any quick-tempered Magus to get  annoyed. 

However, there were no traces of impatience on Leylin’s face. On the contrary,  he was full of respect towards the ancient Wisdom Tree, especially since his  advancement to rank 3 was all thanks to it. Hence, he bowed deferentially. 

“Yes! I am Leylin Farlier, a rank 4 Warlock of the Magus World. Greetings,  mighty Enlightener!” 

The Enlightener was a title given to the ancient Wisdom Tree by the combined  decision of all the Magi in the Magus World. 

It was rumoured that the ancient Wisdom Tree was the culmination of all  wisdom. It was even knowledgeable in all the mysteries of the cosmos and the  universe. There were countless high-ranked Magi who had gained enlightenment  with its help, and even the glamour of the ancient era was, in part, possible  thanks to its guidance. 

However, the mighty ancient tree which had granted enlightenment and solved  riddles had disappeared from the Magus World all of a sudden. No matter how  hard the ancient Magi tried to find it, no traces were left behind. 

In the following generations, many Magus historians had attributed the fall of  the ancient era to the lack of guidance from the Wisdom Tree, leading to many  ancient Magi walking a path ridden with errors. 

Though Leylin did not really agree with this standpoint, it was true that it  was very knowledgeable regarding Magi. 

“The Magus World!” The ancient Wisdom Tree’s large eyes flashed with  nostalgia, “I still remember… 20 or 25 dark ages ago, the Magi were all  adorable little children. Oh! There was one called Aten, and he was pretty good  at barbeques…” 

The mighty ancient Wisdom Tree was like an old man trying to chase after the  past, jabbering on and on. 

Leylin waited silently at the side, while Toad Quark was beginning to get  annoyed, “Old friend, are you moving again? You’ve only lived here for 87,000  years… I’ve only taken a nap, and you’re already moving again?” 

‘An 87,000 year… nap?’ Leylin was speechless. 

“Yes, my friend! I feel the descent of terror. Even the end of the world can’t  hinder the spying of such power. The aftermath of the ancient era will continue  to cause ripples, involving other worlds…” 

The ancient Wisdom Tree said something that sounded like a prophecy, causing  Leylin to be surprised. However, no matter how he inquired, it would not make a  sound. 

‘It doesn’t finish its words, ugh…’ Leylin rolled its eyes inside, but then  heard the sounds of the Wisdom Tree after speaking to the toad. “And there’s  you, you adorable thing. I can answer one question of yours as a present. Of  course, it cannot touch upon the topic from before…” 

“Many thanks, mighty Enlightener!” Leylin was elated. An opportunity to have  the Wisdom Tree solve a riddle was not something any Magus could have even in  ancient times. Even a Breaking Dawn Magus would smash their own head in for  such a chance. 

However, after the moment of ecstasy, he grew perplexed. 

‘What should I ask? How to attain immortality? That’s too vague!’ Leylin  opened his lips, but eventually did not ask the question. 

After an intense struggle, Leylin’s pupils flashed with soberness. ‘Even if  it’s truly the ancient Wisdom Tree, it’s only one of the ancient legends. It’s  probably at rank 8 or 9 as a Magus, and even such a being needs to defend  itself. Asking about is pointless. I need to think of something more suitable  for myself…’ 

Having thought it through, the fog in Leylin’s mind finally completely  dissipated. 

Leylin took in a deep breath, clenched his fists, and asked the ancient Wisdom  Tree this question, “I would like to know how to break through the bloodline  shackles of Warlocks!” 

For now, there was nothing more important to him than solving this issue. 

“This…” The ancient Wisdom Tree raised a root and propped it against its lips,  looking extremely similar to a human in thought. “You can…” 

…… 

The fog disappeared, and Leylin was started awake. 

He rubbed his forehead that was slightly aching and glanced at the grey slabs  on the ground. The fog was dissipating from the surroundings, and buildings  were gradually revealing themselves. The lost look in his eyes disappeared and  was replaced with confusion. 

“Was that scene real, or an illusion?” 

Leylin glanced at his hands, ‘I’m already at Morning Star. Under the scan of  my soul force, any illusory spells should have been seen through. Furthermore…’ 

Leylin felt his heart beat. ‘The answer from the Wisdom Tree is still deep in  my heart. It’s very feasible.’ 

Such a situation left Leylin bewildered. 

“Perhaps the Path of Quandary was a superior illusion, allowing intruders to  find answers amidst their perplexment about where they were. This answer might  already be deep in the intruder’s heart, and only made known at this point. Of  course, if it can’t be found, they would remain lost there…” 

Combined with his former knowledge and experience, Leylin came to a specious  conclusion. Inside, however, he felt as if what had just happened was real. 

With the strength of ancient Magi, it was not impossible to create a scene  like that. Another plausible reason would be that through endless flowing from  the river of time, many scenarios had converged at this point. 

In other words, Leylin’s mind had passed through the isolation of time and  space, reaching one of the spatial fragments in the ancient era, and met the  true ancient Wisdom Tree. 

‘Hah! I don’t care anymore! There are only benefits for me here anyway! If it  doesn’t make sense, then so be it. When I get enough strength, I might even  understand all of this naturally…’ Leylin thought optimistically. 

There were no cons whatsoever in coming to the Path of Quandary. He had even  obtained a method to solve the issue of his bloodline shackles. While this was  merely a tentative plan, it was still very precious. It might not even compare  to all the benefits from Scarlet Crescent! 

“However, since I’ve gone through the Path of Quandary, I should be getting  some rewards.” Leylin touched his chin, watching the large Magus building that  had completely revealed itself, as a smile appeared on his face. 

What had appeared in front of Leylin was a little western-styled building that  was two storeys high. The window at the balcony was still open, as if the owner  had only been gone a short period of time. 

The brass door handle had a simple yet splendid lustre, and seemed to have  been used regularly. 

Leylin knew, though, that this building had been abandoned for at least over  ten thousand years. It was naturally magic that resulted in this effect. 

*Ka-cha!* After gripping the handle and putting some strength into it, the  door was easily pushed open, revealing a hall with a giant fireplace. The  firewood in there was still crackling and burning, a wave of heat gathering  indoors. 

“Besides what’s on their bodies, Magi keep their most precious objects only in  the bedroom, study room and laboratory…” 

Leylin scanned the area quickly and immediately gave up on the living room,  going up to the second level of the building. 

He first found the study room. There seemed to have been some spatial spells  used here, and upon opening it, what was presented in front of Leylin was an  enormous space comparable to a football field. There were large bookshelves  that towered at ten or so metres tall, but everything there was empty, leaving  behind only a pile of ash in the compartments. 

Leylin rummaged through the area quite a few times and had the A.I. Chip check  the area repeatedly without giving up, but he eventually resigned himself to  the situation and left the study room. 

“I never expected that all the books and research materials would have been  taken away… What would else would be left?” 

Leylin was slightly dejected, but still searched through room after room. He  then found the original owner’s bedroom. 

Unexpectedly, he was easily rewarded with something on the makeup table. 

A blood-red earring in the shape of a crescent moon lay quietly in an opened  jewellery box. After Leylin confirmed it was not a trap, he took it in his  hand, and a stream of information was immediately transmitted over. 

“Scarlet Earring! High-grade magic equipment. Work of Mefylk! … Ah! This is  presented to my goddess, Jonase, my true love…” 

From the opened jewellery box, it seemed that the owner had been preparing to  wear the earring, but everything had suddenly come to an abrupt stop. 

Leylin was confused as he looked through the bedroom, but still did not find  anything that looked suspicious. 

“A strange set-up!” Leylin mumbled to himself, keeping the Scarlet Earring and  adding many seals outside. 

Even if it it was a trap, a piece of high-grade magic equipment was worth the  risk. Besides, Leylin was very confident in his judgment and the A.I. Chip’s  scans. 

While leaving, he consciously took a look at the mirror frame at the makeup  table. 

There was a large oval silver mirror inside, reflecting Leylin’s image.  Strangely enough, the Leylin inside had a secretive laugh, causing him to be  startled. 

By the time he came back to himself, everything in the mirror seemed to have  returned to normal, as if all that had just happened had merely been an  illusion. 

But would Morning Star Magi hallucinate? That was impossible! 

Leylin’s expression became gloomy as he gritted his teeth, quickly keeping the  mirror and running out of the bedroom and out of the villa. 

The moment he left the villa, it completely vanished, leaving behind a large  depression that looked to have been gnawed at by beasts. 

*Bang!* 

A fist smashed onto a table, causing dust to fly, “Despicable! Damn it! He’s  actually taken it away! That was the magic equipment that was the easiest to  obtain, and it was even of a high-grade at that!” 

In an unadorned crystal private room, an old Magus looked annoyed, unwilling  to accept this. 

“It’s not just that. He even took ‘that’ away!” 

The old man’s expression changed a few times before he made his mind.  



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*

The victorian house groaned as Anna made her way up the stairs. Her bedroom was on the first floor at the front of the property.  Her parents room was to the rear of the building and the long bathroom stretched the length of the hallway. The staircase continued to wrap around the second floor which Anna had not managed to explore. Flicking the switch on the first floor, Anna decided she would continue to the second floor where all the junk and numerous boxes yet to be unpacked had been dumped. 
The second floor was a small square landing at the top of the house . A tall internal door with a golden knob stood out on the shabby landing. The rain was still pounding on the sky light window but the warmth of the property made Anna forget the horrid weather outside. 
Anna went to the lonely door and pushed hard to open the it and discover the treasures which were hidden within the room. 
The loft space was dreary and other than a few boxes from their old house it held items which hadn't been touched for years and years. Cobwebs hung low from the rafters of the room and dust had settled on almost every available space. The bare floorboards creaked as Anna made her way into the room ready to investigate the many items untouched in this empty house. 
The only light which entered into the room was that from the daylight outside which poked its way into the room through the small circular window. 
Pushing a large cobweb to one side Anna dusted off the first cardboard box which attracted her attention. With the words 'do not open' its always the most intriguing of items. Opening the box, Anna found a variety of hats and scarves in the box. Large round formal hats with fur lining they looked beautiful and well kept. Small moth balls had been packed in to the box to protect the items within it, indicating they were once loved and meant something to someone a long time ago. 
The next few boxes all contained clothing which appeared to belong to a man and lady but nothing Anna recognised in her era. The stale smell of dust lingered in the room indicating just how long the items had probably been left unattended and stranded in the empty loft space. 
Anna turned around to see what other items were in the space, old but grand furniture covered the space. The loft was a vast space which covered the entirety of the building. Anna thought the space would make a beautiful study for her to come and do her homework and generally relax. As she skulked around the room in a general day dream a beautifully crafted full length mirror caught Anna's eye. Covered behind an old sheet, Anna made her way to the mirror to take a closer loom. She removed the sheet to reveal the white baroque style finish with intricate detail. The mirror was exquisite. Anna thought it would look beautiful in her new room so made an attempt to lift it to tKe it back downstairs. 
As Anna stepped to grab the mirror, her foot caught in the sheet she had dropped, she struggled to keep her footing as she held the mirror. The sheer weight of the mirror prevented her from keeping her balance, Anna fell with the mirror crashing in front of her, the largest crash boomed across the house as the mirror shattered into a 1000 pieces across the wood floor boards.

When Anna moves to a different town she has to get to start again making new friends and learning to blend in to the crowd. But after a run in with an ancient mirror, a strange character appears and ensures that Anna does anything but blend in. 
Follow Anna as she tries to understand who this character is and face the long battle ahead for inner peace or an unexpected death.

...

She swallowed. Her breaths turned fast as she carefully assessed her youthful skin and her small fingers.
...

She was enthralled and at the same time, she was confused. What comes next after death? Where does the soul go after death? Would it just dissipate into nothingness? She thinks not. However, never had she expected she would suddenly wake inside a body, not hers. 

Especially a child's body...


Her brows furrowed as she blinked. Without further thought, her feet sought towards the edge of the bed. The furry carpets met the delicate soles of her feet making her feel slightly ticklish. She slid and slid herself off the edge of the bed and realized how big the bed was. It actually reached up to her chest.

She looked around and finally saw a mirror peeking through the parted red curtains. With her small feet, she walked over and pulled the red fabric making it fall to the ground. What it revealed was a massive mirror. It appeared as a part of the walls of the bed chambers. The moment she pulled the clothing, she paused.

...

Beautiful round golden eyes and the youthful and adorable face of a child. Her tiny fingers reached for her auburn hair, reddish with a tinge of orange and brown. The child in the mirror looked very cute. Dressed in a plain white dress, her milky skin was pale and fair, her bright eyes were like two golden suns. She would become very beautiful in the future, she thought. However, she knew that the person in the mirror wasn't some other person. 

She was her. Lumina's reflection.

"Oh god..." she muttered. Her eyes were wide in disbelief. "What happened to me?"

Even her voice sounded strange. Exactly like a child's!

She placed her small hand on the mirror and breathe. 
It's okay... it's okay... everything is alright. There's a perfectly good explanation for this...

She exhaled and once again gazed at her reflection. However. When she looked deep into her own eyes, a mind-breaking pain pierced her head. It was excruciating!

Lumina groaned and whimpered as her knees sank to the floor. Words suddenly imprinted themselves in her mind. Like stamping them and rewriting them. It hurts so much! 

She gritted her teeth as she held her head with both hands. "Agh!..."

It echoed and echoed in her mind like endless voices in an endless cave.


'I am Lumina, daughter of the heavens. The next heavenly maiden to serve the gods...

From this day forward, I will serve to watch over the lands of Aegar... 

To relay crucial events to the upper realm and to love my servitude... 

My body and mind are now mine and only alone... 

Until I grow to be a hundred years old, this lowly body will remain youthful... 

When my century will pass, I will grow to become a woman of the heavens...

And to choose what to become... to live among the creatures of Aegar or to ascend and live among my gods...

I will never leave this tower until then...'

Lumina gasped. She leaned herself on the mirror and groaned. She had bitten her lips too much, enough to draw blood. As tasks and information entered her mind, the pain lessened in her head. She panted as she curled her body. 


 "Aegar..." She exhaled. Her eyes slowly opened. Her curved lashes fluttered open. The crease between her brows remained as he took a glimpse at her small form in the mirror. "I... am the... heavenly maiden?..."

She then remembered the voices and the gentle touch of kind hands when she died. Although she had believed some things in stories, she didn't know that one of those fantasies would come to her. She knew she wasn't transferred in some child's body. It was a body specifically made from her inner soul. 

From the information she received, she was a child created to become a heavenly maiden. She must not leave this tower but if she did, she must return on the 3rd day of the 3rd month of her disappearance. If she fails to return, she would die and her body would wither. A consequence of violating the rules of the tower. Only when she grows to her 23rd year after a century of servitude will she be able to leave the tower. Given the choice to choose if she wants to stay in Aegar or to ascend to the heavenly realm and be one with the gods.

One hundred years of serving. Her forehead creased. After those one hundred years, she will begin to grow from her child-like vessel and choose her future? Disbelief marred her face. Seriously?...


She gradually pushed herself off the mirror and stood up with her wobbly legs. Her eyes swept across the lavish room. It was made for a princess. The giant canopy bed of the bedroom was elegant and luxurious,  the long chaise sofa looked soft with their tasseled cushion pillows. Up in the ceiling, there were hanging colored silks that give out different ethereal colored lights with the warm light of the floating orbs.

There were elegantly curved doorways leading to different rooms. A large library with a sky-like ceiling, white clouds rolling over the top of the bookcase, a garden terrace filled with beautifully strange plants that she doesn't recognize, and more rooms she doesn't comprehend the use of them. What was a room full of mirrors used for?

There were no doors.

Only the translucent silk curtains of the doorways served to divide the rooms. 

The view of the tower was strange as well...


Her bare feet ran to the terrace of her bedroom. A strange idea had appeared in her mind and she wasn't sure if it was true or not.

She held the banister and looked downwards. "...!"

The moment she did she abruptly removed herself from the edge, taking several steps back.

She could not see any land or water below! This was that possible?! There were only endless clouds. Thousands and thousands of feet beneath was a sea of clouds. Completely, covering the supposedly wondrous view of the lands of Aegar.

"What..." Panic began to rise inside her chest. She breathed rapidly.

'Am I suppose to live here for a hundred and twenty-three years? Alone?!'

Even if she had lived the rest of her life alone in a basement this isn't what she wanted!


As she backed away from the banister, her back hit the edge of a marble table. She hastily turned her head and saw a large crystal orb. It had a strange translucent color, much like a gemstone of ethereal hues. Reflecting her child-like face, it rested at the center of the marble table, appearing so mysterious and mystifying.

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Lumina wished to see another world. A world where no one had ever seen. A world she would go where she cannot take the pain with her. A world for a new beginning.

She would love to see the creatures no one in her life had ever seen and touched. Creatures no one had known about. To see flying islands and seas in the sky. People would call her insane and crazy but it was what she truly wished for. 

When death had taken the young woman's life, she was thrusted into the body of a young  immortal girl locked within a room where she could not escape but could see everything. Every little event, every wondrous scene, every dreadful thing, every man and woman in the strange world, and every creature dwelling on land, air, and water. Everything inside her little crystal orb.

Too see but not touch was absolutely unacceptable! She could not believe it! 

But just when she thinks she would live alone in solitary in her heavenly tower. She spots a little boy, inside her mirror. As curious as her, as interesting as her, she instantly felt enthusiastic. 

Unknown to her this little boy was destined to become the most ruthless god in the whole world. Countries would grovel at his feet. Kings would be his slaves, even the High Celestial Lords would fear him.

Whats happens when love blossoms but then fate cruelly pulls them apart? Years of searching of the little girl in his mirror, will he be able to find her? Or will she find him?



WARNING!
This novel includes:
1. Gore
2. Inappropriate language
3. Smut


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Millian woke up, she saw herself on the floor of a wooden house close to the the entrance door, she gently stood up, the bag of money that laid on her stomach fell to the floor it reminded her of what she was about to do before she was woken up by the old lady at the sauna, she was about to get some snacks from the market with the bag of money, she wasn't hungry anymore and decided to explore the wooden house, she walked to the table where herbs where kept, keeping the bag of money she clumsily fell one of the cups that laid on the table which fell, rolled and stopped in front of a curtain that could scarcely be noticed because it was at a hidden corner of the house she got curious and opened the curtain to see what was behind it, behold it was a large room filled with books of different sizes carefully arranged on long large shelves she was surprised her curiosity was bricked even more she went closer and pick one of the books opening it she went through it's pages quickly not really going through all the pages of the book she kept it where she had picked it from and picked another book she repeated desame process for all the books hoping to see any one of interest not finding any, she decided to explore the room, she thought it must have been the priestess's library, she came across a wooden table at one side of the wall still inside the library it had a mirror attached to it and a large black bowel on its table, everything on the wooden table and the table itself looked quite old.............................
         she curiously walked closer to take a look, looking inside the black wide bowel that was filled with water, it's content started changing colour till it completely changed to red then a figures of knights on battled field  appeared Millian was shocked at what she saw and did not understand shortly after the revolution the liquid changed the colour of it's content to white then a very rare beautiful phonex flower appeared, Millian mumbled to herself " what is going on, what is this beautiful flower?", immediately, the mirror before her sparkled which attracted her attention and she look up to the mirror which was filled with write-ups, it read that what she just saw was the defeat of the Kuro kingdom by the Gawan kingdom and the phonex was the only thing that could bring back the peace that existed between the kingdoms, it assured her that the Kuro kingdom will never win the battle but could restore peace only with the phonex, she was a little confused but was able to ask the mirror where the phonex flower was and how she could get it another write up appeared telling her that she wasn't the one destined to hold the flower that she was only in charge of relying the massage and assisting the ones destined to get it and if the flower ends up in the wrong hands it will fade away and never exist again.
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Millian asked the mirror who it was that was destined to hold the flower and how it was going to bring peace back to the kingdoms, there was no reply and the mirror stopped glowing.......
She stood there for a while, waiting for a reply but none came, leaving the library she suddenly remembered what she was instructed to do by the king and was about to go to the palace looking at her clothes she remembered that she hasn't had her bath and walked into the bathroom where an anciently designed bathroom was, there was a bar of soap and a used sponge there, she took the soap and bathed without a sponge thankfully there was a large pot of water there.............................
After taking her shower she walked out of the bathroom with all her features exposed looking for a towel inside the bedroom but found none she gave up and searched for clothes, not knowing where Kimani kept her clothes it was quite difficult finding any, confused and remembering she had seen a bag filled with materials that looked like clothes on the chair next to the table herbs were kept she opened her curtains and walking towards the herbs table she hoped to find something to wear, unknown to her Bruss, after knocking serval times on the door welcomed himself in and waited for her, he was shocked at the sight he beheld and was mesmerized.

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