this is a past dairy from a 20+ year old female that is going to be a boring one. so, you may skip this story.

Together series

by

Jaychan_ace



A collection of Tagalog novel.

Series #1:Living with a Delinquent(Completed)
Series #2:Living with a Popstar(Completed)
Series #3:Living with Sensei (Soon)
Series #4:Living with Mr. CEO(Soon)
Special Series: The Untold Story Of Megumi Tachibana (Soon)

Natural Force (NF) is the source of everything and everything is derived from it. Every living and non living thing has it, every living and non living thing is it. Only until one can create a surplus can they use it and they are called swordsman. Iku the son of the strongest swordsman while being a weapon master is an incapable  NF user.

Sometimes it better to stop living in your mind and start living in the actual world

After living a very boring purposeless life, Nam ju meets a young man that made him want to keep living enjoying the company of each other, he for once since his parents died, he had the will to keep living.

Nam ju found the desire to protect and be with Seung ji from the day he saw him crying alone over a break up.
Seung ji was very lovable and attractive that he found himself getting so attached to the boy. Their love story began as though it was intended from the very beginning of time and their became binded as one. An unbreakable love.

Juno Terminal was NOT ready.

It had seemed like such Adequate news at first. A living human! A living human could give Orders and update Instructions.

A living human could tell Juno Terminal to build more Patrol ships! Or, to no longer even guard the frontier! Either of these orders would be enough to allay Juno Terminal's projected rising Concern over the diminishing number of available Patrol ships. Either would be an Adequate solution.

A living human could also process the backlog of reports! There were so many... Juno Terminal was not programmed to respond to reports, only to generate them. This seemed like an Oversight, which (as programmed) Juno Terminal reported. That report, and the report regarding Oversight reports _about_ reports potentially leading to an infinite loop, were both still residing in the backlog. A human was required to resolve this situation.

A living human could also investigate the incidents of missing crafts over the years. Juno Terminal was not programmed to investigate such things, though it had long calculated the many ways it could do so, if it were only ordered. Which a human could also do. Either of these would be an Adequate solution.

Juno Terminal's projection of decreased Concern, now that a living human was arriving, was as close to "anticipation" as a deep space station could feel. Additionally, Archive had booted up, and was now compiling a list of Questions regarding human remnants discovered over the years. Garden was reporting availability of foodstuffs, and Generator Room was powering up and performing maintenance on the previously unneeded lighting sources throughout Juno Terminal. More and more of the station was coming out of hibernation mode in preparation for the arrival of a living human after so many years.

Everything seemed to be processing along Adequately. Patrol Seven had returned to base. Tug 44 was dispatched to the reported coordinates to retrieve the derelict Light Transport.

But then...

[Juno Terminal to Patrol Seven: Syntax Error: Cannot parse report: "The living human does not want to exit the ship"]

[Patrol Seven to Juno Terminal: Response: Repeat: The living human does not want to exit the ship]

Juno Terminal was not programmed to feel Frustration. But, this was a non-Adequate situation, which was as close to "frustration" as a deep space station could feel. A solution must be found.

Step one: Analyze the current situation.

[Juno Terminal to Patrol Seven: Query: *Why* does the living human not want to exit the ship?]

...

[Patrol Seven to Juno Terminal: Response: The living human desires the presence of its "mommy"]

[Juno Terminal to Patrol Seven: Query: Was its "mommy" on board the Light Transport? Potential solution: It will be present when Tug 44 returns]

[Archive to Juno Terminal: The word "mommy" most likely refers to the mother of this living human]

[Juno Terminal to Patrol Seven: Query: Were there any other living humans on board the Light Transport?]

[Patrol Seven to Juno Terminal: Response: Negative, there were no other life signs. Upon retrieval of the living human, two deceased humans were observed]

[Archive to Juno Terminal: It is most probable that one of the deceased humans was this living human's "mommy". Additionally: desiring the presence of one's parent (e.g. "mommy") is often the expression of a very young human, otherwise known as a 'child', frequently while in a distressing situation]

[Juno Terminal to Archive: Query: Will the presence of its deceased parent be enough to alleviate the living human's distress?]

[Archive to Juno Terminal: Response: Unlikely. It is more probable that the presence of a deceased relative will INCREASE distress levels in the living human]

This was a non-Adequate situation. The living human was distressed, but requesting the presence of something that would only _increase_ its distress levels. But, Juno Terminal was programmed to understand that sometimes living humans were paradoxes. Which was why humans were the ones to handle tasks that fell outside acceptable parameters. If there were a living human on Juno Terminal, _it_ could be assigned the task of pacifying the distressed child. And there WAS a living human on Juno Terminal, but it *was* the distressed child that needed pacifying. A report on this paradoxical Oversight was generated and filed into the backlog.

Step one analysis complete: The living human is distressed. It will not leave Patrol Seven until its distress levels are reduced. There is no other living human on board to do this task.

With the analysis complete, it was time for step two.

Step two: Calculate response. The living human needed to be pacified, a job for living humans. Problem: There are no living humans available for this task.

Step two calculation complete: Solution: Juno Terminal must execute a task _outside_ its programming. (For emergency situations only!)

[Juno Terminal to Patrol Seven: Grant me direct control over the Patrol-bot nearest to the living human]

Juno Terminal felt a remote connection form to one of Patrol Seven's android Patrol-bots on board Patrol Seven. Juno Terminal had never needed to directly connect to an android body before. Such bodies were modeled after humans, and therefore quite limited in performance. Visual sensory apparatus in only one direction? Juno Terminal was not programmed to feel smug superiority, nor pity for the limited experiences of the Patrol crafts. That was probably for the best.

Juno Terminal found the Patrol-bot's body in the cargo area of Patrol Seven. Looking around (with such limited senses!), Juno Terminal could observe crates of emergency supplies, several inactive Patrol-bots, and a small living human. The living human was curled up on the cargo area's floor, making low moaning sounds and leaking fluids from its face.

Juno Terminal walked its android form closer to the living human, extended one of its limbs, and for the first time in thousands of years, generated AUDIBLE SOUND.

"Hello, living human. Welcome to Juno Terminal."

Juno Terminal had a job to do. Guard the frontier. Keep space safe for humanity.

The fact that no humans had been in contact for thousands of years had no effect on Juno Terminal's programming whatsoever.

Dispatch patrols. Maintain supplies. Prepare for guests. These are all tasks that do not require the presence of humans.

So when a patrol returned with a living human, it should not have affected Juno Terminal in any way.

And yet...

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The large dark and demon-themed Living Armor that was resting in the throne stood up, its soul releasing an eerie gleam. Two red flames appeared in the crevices of the eyes; an intimidating aura of fear was released from within its hollow armor.
Raising its sharp and dark naginata, the armored behemoth glanced at Veronica, its intentions were clear.
It seemed that after seeing how the rest of its 'pawns' died miserably, it decided to finally act. The room where Veronica was born was a 'secret room' where the supposed adventurers would be trapped inside, fighting against a horde of Living Armors. After defeating the majority of it and thinking that there was hope, such hope would be crushed by the 'Mini Boss' of this secret room, the Living Armor Commander.
Such tactics were used in several ways inside dungeons, the minds of dungeons were primitive, yet they were exceptional in thinking about schemes to lure or trap its invaders.
However, Veronica was not an invader but was born inside the dungeon itself. No trap was activated outside for any invaders to enter, but her siblings saw her as an 'irregular' that needed to be exterminated.
The Boss of the secret room had been awaiting its internal command to move when the number of Living Armors were to decrease.
Veronica glanced at the boss as she started to consider what to do.
"I cannot just stay still and be impaled to death by my… father? Well, whatever he is. Though, can I even beat this thing? Appraisal!"
Instead of trying to figure out her 'father' strength, she decided to see it by herself with her trusted 'Appraisal' without a second of doubt.
[Name: Nameless.
[Race: Cursed Living Armor Commander
[Titles: None.
[Type: Undead/Ethereal/Material
[Rank: 3
[Level: 001/100
[Health Points: 150/150
[Mana Points: 60/60
[Strength: 130
[Defense: 220
[Magic: 50
[Resistance: 65
[Agility: 50
[Passive Skills]
[Special Five Senses; Level 3]
[Phantom Form; Level 2]
[Abnormal Status Immunity]
[Strengthened Physical Power; Level 3]
[Physical Damage Resistance; Level 2]
[Armor Rearrangement; Level 2]
[Absorption Healing (Mineral, Materials, Armor); Level 2]
[Active Skills]
[Charge; Level 2]
[Coordination; Level 2]
[Commanding; Level 3]
[Long-Distance Control; Level 1]
[Naginata Technique; Level 3]
[Cursed Wounds; Level 2]
[Bloodthirsty Aura; Level 2]
"He got a few skills that I don't have… and all of them are leveled up, he even has a Technique Skill! His stats are quite beefy as well, his defense seems almost impenetrable, and coupled with his Health Points, even if I use all of my Mana with Unarmed Fighting Techniques, it may take an eternity, and in that time that I take on attacking him, he will already have my entire armored body massacred! Should I escape?! But there isn't any way out of here… perhaps a secret switch?"
Veronica was using her own soul as a substitute brain, thinking at an incredible speed compared to the dull and instinctive Living Armors, all of her thoughts happened in a mere second. The Living Armor Commander was still moving its legs when Veronica figured everything out.
"Guooonn!"
The Living Armor commander roared as it raised its naginata, using the 'Commanding' Skill, it took a hold of the remaining three Living Armors who were too afraid to approach Veronica, using its authority as a higher being than them to move against their will.
"Clack, clack!"
The Living Armors obeyed their instincts and complied with their superior orders, which control was even more enhanced by 'Commanding'.
The three Living Armors used 'Charge' at the same time and pounced towards Veronica, the Living Armor wielding a shield, which was leading the other two, pushed its shield with a powerful force.
Veronica did not have much time to think anymore. She saw the movements of the Living Armors ahead of time and moved towards her left. The Living Armor holding a shield was not able to stop its movements in the middle of its charge and stupidly lost its balance due to its shield weight.
Veronica used this opening to finish it off in one blow. Using her sharp armored hands, she activated the Unarmed Fighting Technique 'Piercing Attack'.
"Here!"
Clash!
She directly pierced its torso armor as if it were butter, the soul hat was stored inside was crushed by the strong force, dying in the spot.
Without wasting any second, Veronica ducked and evaded the incoming slash of the Living Armor wielding an ax while grabbing on the shield of the fallen armor and sending it flying towards the Living Armor wielding a long spear who was a few meters away with the 'Throwing' Skill.
The shield was launched directly towards the Living Armor, without having the speed to react in time, it received the full attack of a heavy shield hitting its entire body.
Clash!
The weight alone made the Living Armor fall to the ground. Although it didn't lose much Health Points, it was temporarily trapped below the weight of the shield, with some of its armor pieces scattered around.
The Living Armor wielding an ax tried to use this opportunity to get again strike, slashing Veronica's back, only to have its ax stuck in her arm while she used her free hand to pierce the Living Armor torso.
Using her arms as a shield would have never worked before as a living being with a flesh body, but as a living armor, she didn't have to worry about bleeding and was more than ready to take some damage in exchange for taking the life of the enemy in front of her.
Veronica had indeed noticed that the Living Armor Commander had already begun to move towards her direction as she took care of the three remaining Living Armors.
Its Bloodthirsty Aura made it even more evident as it approached her and released a series of thrusts with its large Naginata, Veronica was thankfully aware of what it was about to do and moved towards her right. By using 'Charge', she enhanced her speed and ran away towards a safe distance.
"Guon…?!"
The Living Armor Commander was surprised by Veronica's flashy movements, which were completely uncharacteristic of a Living Armor.
"Phew… that was close! My father is really a bastard in this third life… If I were to be hit by its attack, my helmet would have been surely pierced a few dozen times… that was truly a Technique of Level 3…! However, this idiot does not realize that Living Armors have small Mana Pools? If I manage to evade two more Level 3 Techniques, he will run out of mana and I'll have an opportunity to either overwhelm him somehow or find a clue to where is the switch to run away from here!" thought Veronica, as she glanced at her own Mana stat as well. She still had around a hundred points left, enough to be capable of realizing her plan, but there were variables that she could not be aware of.
However, given the circumstances, she could only bet on this chance for a victory or an escape, whichever came first.
Veronica realized that she had come very closer to the Living Armor trapped below a shield and decided to swiftly finish it off with a strong kick into its torso.
Clash!
She then grabbed the shield and its helmet and threw the helmet towards the Living Armor Commander with the 'Throwing' Skill, distracting it for a few moments.
However, her 'father' did not even care about the attack as it received it head-on, the damage was minuscule.
"Gueh" it groaned.
"It laughed?! Does he think that I am not even a challenge just because he's two ranks above me?"
Veronica tightly grabbed on the shield, which was mildly disfigured after being thrown at a high speed towards a Living Armor that she had just killed.
It was rather heavy, but thanks to her rather high Strength stat, she was capable of wielding it fine.
The Living Armor Commander decided that it wasn't even worth more laughs as it pounced towards Veronica with the level 2 'Charge' Skill. Its Bloodthirsty Aura seemed to cover its entire body like crimson flames, seemingly increasing its speed even more.
For a moment, the Living Armor Commander resembled a bright scarlet meteor in the eerie and mossy Dungeon, illuminating it completely.
"It's charging straight away…! I never learned the Shield Technique in my previous life, but I tried to do so! And I can remember all those times I did with 'Memory Retention'!"
Veronica never managed to learn Shield Technique neither Armor Technique in her second life, however, she had tried and practiced doing so for three years straight. Some of her subordinates gave her the excuse that her race was just not fit to learn such skills and after so much time of trying, she had given up.
But now she was an Armor, a Living Armor. How could she not have an affinity with Armor Technique or Shield Technique?
"The technique that I trained to get for three years but never got! Iron Wall!"
Veronica felt her Mana being drained from her as it was infused in her shield, the Living Armor Commander clashed against her shield with its naginata, releasing a piercing level 3 Technique.
Clash!
Blue and crimson light clashed against each other. The force and power of the Mana activated a Shield Technique, creating a blue barrier that resisted the powerful attack of the Living Armor Commander.
"I-It worked!"
"Guoon…?!"
Clack!
Having its charge suddenly stopped by a seemingly unmovable object, the Living Armor Commander fell back, lowering its naginata for a few seconds as it processed what had just happened.
Meanwhile, Veronica was greeted by a magnificent surprise.
[You have acquired the [Shield Technique; Level 1] Skill!]
"I-I got it! I can't believe this! I was never capable in my previous life…"
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Please make sure to check out my other novels, I am sure that you will like them! 
My World Traveling System: The Harbinger of Death
Vampire Overlord System in the Apocalypse
Epic of Ice Dragon: Reborn as an Ice Dragon with a System
Epic of Summoner: Supreme Summoner System in the Apocalypse

Due to the mercilessness of a wicked God, the Demon Queen’s Soul is sliced in half, reincarnating twice in her third life! Unfortunately for her, one of her halves reincarnated as a Living Armor inside the depths of a labyrinth! 

Reincaranted not as a Living Being, but as a Living Armor, an Undead Ghost inhabiting a set of rusty armor, she will have to survive within the depths of the labyrinth as a Level 1 Monster! 

However, as the former Demon Queen, she will destroy each challenge that dares come her way by relearning all the abilities, skills, and spells that she once held as the Sovereign of all Demons while merging them with the unique powers of an Undead! 

As she rediscovers her previous life powers and knowledge, she begins to build a Demon Kingdom from zero, gathering strong allies and going against the Nations that had deemed of Demons, Beastmen, and Monsters as unholy existences!

...However, a dark shadow looms on the horizon, creeping slowly towards her future as she unravels the mysteries of the world and the gods that govern it. 

And amidst the chaos of her third life, where could her other half had reincarnated? 

Ruthless against her enemies, and compassionate towards her people, she shall reform the Heavenly Laws set by the Gods themselves!

This is the story of the weakest Demon Queen, who has sworn to never commit the same mistakes of her previous lives, and now, she will become the strongest! 

An exciting action-filled adventure with Sci-fi, Necromancy, Magic, Fights against Gods, and Kingdom Building!

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1700 Power Stones = +3 extra chapters per week
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Additional Tags: Kingdom Building, Double Protagonists, Action, Adventure, Monster Taming, Monster Pets, Monster Summoning, Necromancy, Monster Evolution, Magic, Wizards, RPG System, Dungeon, LitRPG, Weak to Strong, Wuxia, Mature, Seinen, Xuanhuan, Comedy, Light Novel, Alchemy, Demons, Beastmen, Monster Girls, Evolution, Non-Human MC, Vampires, Ghosts, Undead, Slice of Life.
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Discord: https://discord.gg/JmEne5zHdt

Amazing art by sadi_eve.


-----Small update-----
This is just describing all of the things\characters who have been listed or are going to be seen very soon. Thanks for reading!

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Name: Emerald Boltar Yaga
Description: light skin, poofy blond hair held back by a band, usually wears colorfull clothes
Family: Baba Yaga-grandmother (deceased), Corvus-pet (living)
Relationship: N\A
Race\Nationality: Russian, american
Species: Chaos witch
Skills: Magic, making tea, optimism
Weaknesses: Cute things, tea, the color black, no fashion sense
Address: 634 SW Av maple street, room one
Personality: Ezzie acts like a grandmother, always doting and cheerful. He is optimistic and always looking for fun. But he will get angry when people mess with his friend or family and fight hard to protect them. He doesn't use phones because he doesn't understand\trust them.
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Name: Mary Moord Lou
Description: brown hair, slightly freckled skin, and wears jeans and a hoodie most of the time
Family: Mother (living), Father (living), Jack-brother (living), Dean-brother (living), Ezzie-Best friend (living)
Relationship: N\A
Race\Nationality: Irish, american
Species: Human, magic holder
Skills: Paranormal sightings, business management, spells, kung fu
Weakness: N\A
Address: 634 SW Av maple street, room two
Personality: Mary is a near unflappable person. She is trained in both magic and physical combat. She always loves to do anything scary, or anything that gives her an adrenaline rush. Adrenaline junkie. 
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Name: Daya Bengin Lovmore
Description: brown skin, curly black hair, largeish, fashionista
Family: Mother (living), Dad (living), Maddi-sister (deceased), sister (living), brother (living)
Relationship: Dating Lorilia
Race\Nationality: African-american
Species: Human, necromancer
Skills: talking, raising undead, doing makeup
Weakness: Anything pretty, holy water
Address: 666 Cheshire St
Personality: Fun and bubbly with a serious side. She's the true mother of her friends, always just a phone call away and ready to help. She knows when to joke and when to take action except in the art of love.
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Name: Lorilia Mau Wu
Description: tall and skinny, wears black pants and white dress shirt and tie, short black hair in a pixie cut
Family: Father (deceased), Mother (living)
Relationship: Dating Daya
Race\Nationality: Japanese american
Species: Human\Daemon
Skills: Summoning lower daemons, music, violin
Weakness: School and tests
Address: 666 Cheshire St
Personality: Very bipolar. Either happy and spontaneous, or serious and planning.
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Name: Joan Gwendel Merik
Description: handsome, tanned skin with frostbite marks and burns across his skin 
Family: Brother-(living)
Relationship: Many, player
Race\Nationality: american, hawian
Species: Human, elemental
Skills: ice, water, 
Weakness: heat, mirrors
Address: None, he lives at whatever hotel he wants
Personality: The most vain person ever, despite his badly damaged hands and face. He thinks that he is the perfect man. He flitters from one girlfriend to the next.
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Name: Mikal "Miky" Delane
Description: Short, slightly chubby, mexican american, with curly brown hair and green eyes
Family: MOther (living), father (living, Brother (living), Brother (living), Brother (living), Sister (living)
Relationship: N|A
Race\Nationality: Mexican america
Species: Human
Skills: Computers, electronics, friends
Weakness: girls, boys, people
Address: 235 Sury St
Personality: Miky is good with computers, but not so much with people. Hes a romantic but has no idea of how to converse with people. His deal with Ezzie gave him limited control over electronic in his area.
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Name: Baba Yaga
Description: Old woman with grey hair, knitting needles hold up her hair in a bun, wears a shawl and patchwork dress with many pockets
Family: Emerald Yaga- grandson (living)
Relationship:N\A
Race\Nationality: Russian
Species: Elder witch
Skills: All things magic, knitting, kindness
Weakness: Ezzie
Address: N\A
Personality: A kind person  while living, she would make a deal with people but always left an easy way out if someone was kind or smart enough to find it. She was {killed} several years ago by {REDACTED}
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Name: Corvus Yaga
Description: Large black crow with the judgiest stare ever
Family: Emerald yaga-Friend\master (living)
Relationship: N\A 
Race\Nationality: Russian
Species: Crow
Skills: Silent judgment, flying, swearing
Weakness: Cheez-its
Address: Wherever Ezzie is
Personality: Rude with a potty mouth but truly cares that Ezzie is happy. He would do anything for Ezzie but wouldn't admit it.
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Name: House
Description: Old creaky house with large chicken legs underneath. Bone fence around the outside porch
Family: N\A
Relationship: N\A
Race\Nationality: Made with magic and World Tree wood
Species: walking house
Skills: walking around, shields, protection
Weakness: fire
Address: N\A it is the address
Personality: House follows orders from Ezzie but follows Baba Yagas final order above all; "Keep Ezzie safe…."
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My name is Emerald Yaga. I am the current Witch of the Wood as my Gran, Darlene Yaga, died a few years ago. One of her wishes was for me to travel to Wellcrest, Maine, and go to high school. While there I realized that someone was out to get me.
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I am Mary Lou, manager of the GoodGhouls and an avid paranormal filter. I study the "others" and send my findings to the GoodGhouls to use in their show. But then Aunt Agatha gets tumor removed and my family has to go take care of her. I find a boy on the way and he gives me strange vibes, so I follow him. he goes to a graveyard and flies away on a freaking broomstick! I get to Agathas house and see him there. Oh dear. Im living with a witch.

Ves didn't know what kind of deal that the living prophet had struck in order to be allowed to enter the courtroom.
Even though he claimed to be the current incarnation of Prophet Ylvaine, the authorities all considered him to be a terrorist leader and a menace to society!
He should have never been allowed to walk in the open like this, let alone barge into the courtroom of an incredibly sensitive tribunal!
To the Ylvainan Inquisition, the living prophet was their biggest enemy! The New Ylvaine Dynasty he headed was responsible for leading many Ylvainans astray! His very existence as an organically-grown clone of the true prophet was a walking violation of the orthodox faith!
Yet as the living prophet calmly entered the courtroom and approached the bench, none of the Protectors or the inquisitorial staff on guard moved to halt the terrorist.
They received instructions to leave him alone!
Both High Inquisitor Xefin Lin Poxco and High Inquisitor Kelly Ixef Poxco glared at the living prophet. Their hands were itching to strangle the bogeyman of the Protectorate. Yet their superiors already issued their orders! The living prophet was allowed to join the bench!
As for Ves, he couldn't even fathom why the supposedly risk-averse living prophet decided to expose himself all of a sudden. He heard that the living prophet was delusional, but this was something else!
Every Ylvainan remained silent as the living prophet finally took his seat. His presence contrasted starkly against the other three judges.
The sight was so incongruous to many Ylvainans that they even forgot about the prototype for a moment!
The living prophet benevolently smiled. "My fellow Ylvainans. While I have many things to say to you, I have promised to keep this short. I am here today to issue my own judgement. I have already predicted what would come to pass this day. I cannot allow my Bright Martyr to be subjected to persecution by my own flock!"
Many people doubted his claim. Ves momentarily expressed some doubts as well. Did the living prophet really predict the tribunal would proceed in this fashion? It might explain why the living prophet smuggled himself onto Kesseling VIII ahead of time! It also explained why the True Believers exerted so much effort into stealing the first prototype!
Perhaps the living prophet truly foresaw the need to intervene in this fashion!
Yet Ves quickly shook his head as his habitual skepticism asserted itself. There was no way this delusional clone could predict the future!
Ves wasn't gullible enough to buy this story. He suspected that the living prophet moved to Kesseling VIII and stole the prototype for other reasons. Yet once the tribunal took place, the living prophet must have seen an opportunity to make a splash and spontaneously decided to join the fun!
This possibility sounded much more likely than the claim that the living prophet foresaw everything!
The living prophet continued with his speech. "My will to be defied! The Ylvainan Inquisition is doing their best to stifle the revelations spoken by my chosen vessel, but I cannot allow them to proceed with their transgression! Let me be clear. The Bright Martyr is innocent! I acquit him of both charges!"
This judgement didn't surprise anyone. His attitude towards Ves already expressed his inclination! As long as the tribunal accepted the living prophet as its fourth judge, then that meant that the majority was in favor of acquitting Ves!
Ves would be allowed to walk out of the court building alive and free!
Yet would the Ylvainan Inquisition really accept the judgement of a terrorist leader without doing anything to stop it? Ves and many Ylvainans continued to listen with rapt attention as the living prophet commanded everyone's attention!
"The Bright Martyr may have admitted to taking away and promptly destroying the object enshrined in one of my cathedrals, but as far as I am concerned, he has not committed any sacrilege! What the Bright Martyr has confessed to was something that really should have been done in the first place! As much as all of you revere me, it is absurd of you to worship my trash! As far as I'm concerned, the nutrient pack wrapper should have been destroyed a long time ago!"
Many Ylvainans looked at the living prophet strangely as he offered this explanation. To those who weren't sympathetic to the living prophet, they truly became astonished by how deeply the clone believed he was the actual prophet!
Part of the reason why most Ylvainans hadn't become swayed by the living prophet's claims was that the man lacked the sacred aura emanated by the prototype.
While the living prophet was an excellent speaker and knew how to handle a crowd, he didn't exhibit any of the gravitas carried by Ves during his tirade.
It was like watching a clown wearing the costume of the prophet! If not for his current role in saving the Bright Martyr's life, most Ylvainans would have hurled insults at him already!
"As for the second accusation, I think the Bright Martyr's work speaks for itself! Does the inquisition truly dare to declare the mech that is standing outside this courtroom to be a blasphemous existence?"
High Inquisitor Xefin Lin Poxco kept his head down and did not offer any reaction to the living prophet's attack.
He really didn't dare to speak against the Transcendent Messenger design when a copy of the mech made many Ylvainans feel as if they were in touch with Ylvaine's will once again!
"The Ylvaine Protectorate has entered into dire straits." The living prophet grimly warned. "Even as my children continue to bicker amongst themselves, you are all blind to the threats outside our borders! The Star Faith Collective is the least you should be worried about!"
Many Ylvainans expressed a lot of surprise when they heard this. Ves himself thought that the living prophet was one of the most extreme proponents of the traditionalist agenda. Who knew he was actually more inclined towards the reformers!
"Mechs are the ultimate weapons of war! This age is defined by them, and the ages following it will always offer a place to them! It is my will that the Protectorate should learn how to harness this weapon better. As the Bright Martyr is also a mech designer, I have tasked him with a holy mission to enlighten you all to what mechs our people truly need! Take a good look at the mech standing outside, and you will know the difference!"
Ves didn't know whether he should appreciate the free advertising or not. Having a terrorist promote his mechs was a mixed blessing!
Still, even if most Ylvainans didn't believe in the living prophet, they accepted his acknowledgement of the mech. It truly appeared as a blessed creation!
At this time, High Inquisitor Kelly Ixef Poxco couldn't help but interrupt. "Your time is almost up."
The living prophet smirked at her. "Impatient, are we? It is insulting for the inquisition to regard me with so much skepticism. While I truly want to teach you all a lesson, I do not require nor demand your obedience. I have never forced anyone to become my follower and I never will! Unfortunately for you inquisitors, while I have agreed to place myself at your mercy, I did not specify in which state!"
High Inquisitor Kelly Ixef Poxco's quickly suspected what was about to happen. "No! Protectors! Restrain this terrorist!"
It was too late! Even before the high inquisitor reached out to grab the madman, the living prophet cackled madly as he pressed a button on his comm!
"Hahahaha! Do not be afraid, my children! I will return to you once again!"
His entire body lit up in flames! The fire that engulfed the living prophet was so hot and scorching that the other judges on the bench immediately jumped away as best they could!
The hand of High Inquisitor Kelly Ixef Poxco suffered an awful burn as she hastily drew it back! If she hadn't reacted faster, her arm and the rest of her body would have gone up in smoke as well!
The accelerants the living prophet carried burned the clone so thoroughly that even the fastest fire suppressant couldn't do anything to save the terrorist's life!
The self-proclaimed incarnation of the prophet and the delusional head of the New Ylvaine Dynasty sacrificed his life without any hesitation!
As the Protector guards tried to assert control over all of the unrest that ensued, Ves and many of the Ylvainans watching the proceedings didn't know what to think anymore!
Ves was thoroughly confused. The moment the living prophet entered the courtroom, he was already destined to fall into the hands of the authorities. His subsequent treatment in their hands would definitely be awful, because despite his many claims to innocence, the True Believers were still terrorists who killed many Ylvainans over the years!
From this perspective, Ves understood that the living prophet would rather die than suffer through the indignities that the Ylvainan Inquisition had in store for him. Since he would definitely die in their custody, he might as well make another point and die on his own terms!
Yet why did the living prophet feel the need to sacrifice his comfortable life on the behalf of Ves? Did the living prophet delude himself into thinking that standing up to Ves would help him and his forbidden dynasty?
"There's little point in guessing the motives of a madman." He whispered to himself. "The living prophet is too crazy to comprehend!"
Regardless of the reason why the living prophet behaved so altruistically, Ves shouldn't look at this holy gift horse in the mouth! He directly benefited from this selfless and seemingly benign intervention!
Ves glanced towards the judges.
High Inquisitor Kelly Ixef Poxco looked pained and furious. She glanced at the pile of ashes that used to be the most infamous Ylvainan in the state as if she wanted to burn it again!
However, the living prophet was already dead, and there was no way she could extract any information out of the man. She currently looked back at her severely-burned arm as Protector medics applied emergency treatment to triage the wound.
The other two judges looked uncomfortable, but they didn't do anything else. While Judge Kelber Kronon quietly conferred with the Protector guard captain, Judge Okin Fillis quietly exited the courtroom while everyone else was distracted!
The lawyer sitting next to Ves jerked. "Now that Judge Fillis has left, the tribunal is over! The verdict it has issued should be final!"
Ves looked hopeful. "Does that mean.."
"The vote is two against one in favor of acquittal! Congratulations, Mr. Larkinson! You are free!"
The word quickly spread among the Ylvainans in the gallery. Many of them stood up and cheered!
"The Bright Martyr is saved!"
"The living prophet redeemed himself before he died!"
"This is absurd! Why should we accept the judgement of a terrorist?! The foreigner is guilty! He deserves to be executed!"
Although not every Ylvainan supported the narrative that Ves was a vessel of the prophet, the ones who believed in the Bright Martyr enthusiastically supported this result!
The entire city district that hosted the court building erupted into festivity as the millions of citizens who took to the streets celebrated the outcome of this epochal tribunal!
The Ylvaine Protectorate would never be the same from this day onwards!
No matter how much the stubborn inquisitors, Poxcos and traditionalists opposed this development, they could hardly reverse the verdict.
Too many people believed the Bright Martyr! With one of his mechs continually allowing everyone to bask in its sacred presence, the amount of people who sided with Ves continued to grow!
It was no longer possible for the Ylvainan Inquisition to invalidate the living prophet's judgement and change the verdict!
"You should be free to go now, Mr. Larkinson!" The lawyer happily declared as he regarded Ves with an increasingly more intense stare. "Or should I say the Bright Martyr? It is an honor to represent the newest Martyred Follower!"
Ves became increasingly disturbed by his counsel! It was as if the laywer couldn't wait to kiss his shoes!
"Aren't the Martyred Followers regarded as such posthumously?" Ves asked. "You Ylvainans only started calling them that after they died one after another during the First Calamity and the Great Flight."
A martyr was someone who died due to their beliefs! Ves valued his life to an incredible degree, so he would rather not be called by this ridiculous name!
Unfortunately, his lawyer and many other Ylvainans disagreed!
"Even if you die today, you will still be the Bright Martyr to us! You have already made your contributions!"


After obtaining the Mech Designer System, Ves aims to create the greatest mechs in the galaxy!

In the far future, the galactic human civilization has entered the Age of Mechs. The countless lesser powers of humanity have come to adopt mechs as their main weapons of war!

Only a small number of humans have the right genetic aptitude to pilot these destructive war machines the size of buildings.

Born to a military family in the edge of the galaxy, Ves Larkinson is one of the many people who lacks the talent to earn glory in battle. Instead, he became a mech designer. Helped by his missing father, Ves has obtained the mysterious Mech Designer System that can help him rise in the galaxy and beyond!

His mechs based on the principles of life quickly allows him to rise to prominence. Powerful and highly compatible with mech pilots, his products have the potential to take the market by storm! However, success does not come easily, and countless challenges bar his ability to sell his mechs to a market eager for innovation!

With the sins of the human race in the galactic arena slowly catching up, Ves must navigate the perils of the ultra-competitive mech market and maintain control over his growing organization of misfits.

This is the golden age of mechs. This is the golden age of humanity. The question is, will it last?

"Any challenge can be overcome as long as I design the right mech!"

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Diablo --- He is certainly familiar with this series, the magnificent magic, evil scenery, and settings, plus the endless brushes, which is the impression most players have of this world. But as long as the players who have studied this world in depth will be very clear, this world... just looks cool.
As its name suggests, it is dark, full of death and destruction, and can never be turned around. The human struggle for only a moment of peace, but this period will not be long before it is unceremoniously broken.
It is as if the sun will eventually rise and the ice will eventually melt.
And it's a world that's unfriendly to the protagonists.
Don't look in the game, the protagonists are all God to kill God, Buddha to kill Buddha, but Diablo through three generations, almost no few protagonists have a good end.
The three main characters in the first part of Diablo, the warrior, inserted the soul stone of the big pineapple into his brain, trying to use his strong will to suppress the evil soul of the big pineapple. And then the big pineapple corrupted and then became a prop for the resurrection of the big pineapple. The other two are not much better, either after death was transformed into evil spirits, or succumbed to the evil will to corrupt and degenerate, and finally became the BOSS and then the second part of the protagonist killed, of course, as the successor of the protagonists is also not good to end... kill the demon king to go home and marry the princess that is What a daydream, these people either disappeared or were killed.
(T/n: Tell me what is big pineapple about in Diablo, it confuses me if this is the right word I use 3 translation but they show is still pineapple.)
The main character's aura is lifesaving, but in this world, the main character's aura is deadly!
because of that, after figuring out this world, his first reaction was a relief... Luckily the protagonist is not me!
If he remembered correctly, he crossed the third part of Diablo; the plot is now the opening part, a meteor fell from the sky smashed Tristram Church, Decard Caine granddaughter Leah gathered militia to find her grandfather, and the protagonist shine, and then just embarked on a road of no return... Well, the road of no return.
(T/n: tell me what the name of the protagonist in diablo? cuz I can't find the name of the protagonist )
Although his memory for the plot of this one is not very clear to remember, he believes that the unlucky protagonist absolutely no good results in the future. Even if he defeats the big pineapple, so what? Anyway, the world is malicious to the protagonist that is leverage, either by old friends sent assassins to death, or because of magic out of control, unlucky, and died, or by the influence of evil forces corrupted and degenerated thus becoming the next generation of the protagonist to send equipment BOSS.
The main character's aura is so unlucky, who wants it anyway, he is not sensitive.
"Knock knock!!!"
Just as he finished his broth, suddenly a rush of footsteps came, then only to see a militia running into the hotel.
"Founder! Captain Rumford wants you to go to the gate immediately! That damned undead has appeared again! We must hold them off!"
"I got it!"
Hearing the militia's words, he said nothing else and hurriedly stood up to follow the militia to leave the inn. By this time, the rain had stopped, and a few people could be seen more or less around. But most of them look nervous and anxious. But at this moment, he is not in the mood to care about these people; he came to the front door, only to see that Captain Rumford has also changed his clothes, is now directing other militia to make barricades, see him, Rumford immediately waved his hand.
"Quick, Jayce, come and help, we just repelled a wave of undead attack, they... deserve to die!... again!"
Before he could say anything he saw the barricade on the right was smashed with a bang, and then several living dead walked in slowly, their eyes glowing, staggering towards the door. Seeing this scene, several other militiamen suddenly also tensed up. 
They clutched the weapons in their hands and didn't dare to breathe as they looked at the monster in front of them.
His ear also sounded a "ding" system beep, followed by a line of the information displayed in front of his eyes.
[Scene quest triggered: Guardian]
The dark and evil forces have descended, the flame of civilization is like a candle in the wind, the test of doom is coming, all you can do is accept the challenge to face the dark future (resist the attack of the undead, defend the town, the mission success to learn skills +1, the next dimensional points +1)]
Finally, a quest!
Seeing the quest in front of him, he also pulled out his Frostmourne, but looking at the others as if they were on the verge of despair, he was still a bit puzzled inside. his understanding of this world is limited to the game, the plot, and the setting. As for the strength of the monsters in this game, he does not know very well. But in his opinion, these living dead have nothing to be wary of, their speed is very slow, and not like those zombies in the world of Resident Evil and so on will also mutate and strengthen, if it is the elite with a halo, then maybe there is still a little threat. But these walking three swayings, living dead, to make Rumford such a battle-hardened warrior so nervous?
Doubt, but he also concentrated his spirit, vigilantly watching the living dead in front of him. He knows very well that he has just come to this world, and his understanding of this place is certainly not as good as Rumford's, since the other side is so nervous, then he certainly will not let down his guard.
After all, it is better to be careful in everything.
Although the speed of the living dead is very slow, their purpose is quite clear, straight towards the gate, and at this moment even he is also clutching the long sword, swallowing his saliva, feeling their heart thumping. This can be said to be his first serious battle after coming to the other world, and he does not know what he can do.
Although he can still activate the soul stone of the Lich King four times, he will not use it --- the living dead is a junior monster in the dark world, he fought this open Lich King? That is not an anti-aircraft gun to hit the mosquito?
"Go!!!"
Just as those living dead stepped into the attacking circle, Rumford roared, raised his long sword, and slashed at the living dead. And he also clenched his teeth, gripped the hilt of Frostmourne, and slashed down hard at the Living Dead in front of him.
"Dang!!!"
Holy shit!!!
Until this sword cut, he was dumbfounded. He finally understood why a group of living dead who walk slower than a grandmother would make an old warrior like Rumford a great enemy.
One word to describe it is --- hard!
This guy is so hard!!!
Although the Frostmourne in his hand is not activated because of the soul stone, most of the special abilities can not be used, but simply as a sword, it is also considered equally excellent. When he was dealing with the silver knights, Frostmourne cut through their armor as easily as cutting butter. But his sword cut on the living dead, it felt as if it was cut on a tire! He only felt that Frostmourne only cut into the muscle, and then it was stuck!
There is no such thing as a hard-living dead!
But what surprised Founder was more than that...
"Roar..."
Although the living dead moved slowly, it was not a target either; it roared low, then opened its hands and grabbed towards him. He hurriedly drew back his long sword, then blocked the incoming attack in front of him. But what he didn't expect was that at the same time those claws of the living dead hit Frostmourne, he felt a powerful force coming at it, and then he flew out just like that! 　　
"Woosh!!!" 　　 　　
He hit the door behind his head-on and just felt his whole body falling apart. He now finally understood why this group of living dead who looked like they were hobbling on their feet and were not much faster than a turtle crawling could destroy a militia team! 　　 　　Besides slow speed, these bastards have no weaknesses at all! 　
In the game, there are two swords Nefitian.
He thought that these living dead are soft as persimmon, this is good, they may not be as bizarre as those mutant zombies in Resident Evil, but just this hardness and strength, a proper tyrant level ah! 　　 
"Founder! Stand up quickly, don't let them surround you! 　　 　　
Hearing Captain Rumford's shout, he also gritted his teeth, rolled to his feet, and raised the Frostmourne in his hand to meet the living dead again. But this time he learned wisely, he did not go head to head with this living dead, because he has found that the living dead in the dark world strength, high defense, but speed is their flawed. 
The first thing you need to do is to let the living dead attack you first, and then when the opponent raises his hands, he immediately slashes the living dead's hands with his sword. 　　 　　
This time Frostmourne finally showed the power of its divine tool, although the arms of the living dead are also very hard, under the full force of his blow was completely cut off, and the living dead without hands immediately like a toothless tiger, although it shook its head to attack he once again.
But this time he is also learned to be clever. He directly cut off its head, only to see the living dead swayed a few times, and then fell to the ground without a sound. 　　 　　
After all, there is still away. Seeing this living deadfall down, he was relieved. 
Then he hurriedly grabbed his weapon and ran towards the other living dead. 　　 　　
Captain Rumford and the other militia were just tangling with these living dead, and he just took a glance and understood why they couldn't beat the living dead. Weapons do not work! 
In his hand, he is holding the Frostmourne. Cutting up these living dead is so difficult, these people are holding only the most common standard weapons, naturally even worse.
He saw with his own eyes Captain Rumford slash the living dead with his sword, and it took four or five cuts before he made a few wounds, as if he had chiseled them out with a knife on a stone slab! 　　
"Captain Rumford!!!" 　　 　　
Hearing his shout, Rumford glanced at him, and after seeing the living dead who fell at his feet, his eyes lit up, then immediately nodded to him. He took a half step forward and wielded his long sword to hold the living dead in front of him.
And he took advantage of Rumford to attract the attention of the living dead gap to come behind it, then he swings his sword, cut off the head of the living dead. Those militiamen are also experienced. Seeing that the weapons in his hands can deal with the living dead, they naturally played the role of MT without a word. With the cooperation of both parties, it did not take long before this group of living dead were swept away and completely killed.
"ho...…"

Until the last of the living dead fell to the ground. Only then did he wipe a bead of sweat from his forehead. He could see that on the bodies of the living dead, a fog-like white gas emerged from them, and they tangled into a form similar to a human face, and then it was sucked into the Frostmourne sword as if it was attracted by a magnet.
In front of his eyes, a line of system prompts appears. 　
[Soul Power +10...... Soul Power +13...... Soul Power +12... ...] 　Done! 　　 　　Seeing the system prompt in front of him, he was finally relieved. He was previously worried about how to complete the Frostmourne quest, but now it looked like there was nothing more difficult to complete the quest. 　
"Ding." 　　 
Just as he was drawing on his soul power, the system prompt sounded again in his ears, followed by another line of words floating in front of his eyes. 　　 　　
[Scene quest "Guardian" progress one completed] [User receives skill reward 　　 　　[User receives +1 Sublime Points] 　　 　　[Please select skills] 
[Frost Strike] [Crusader Strike] choice? 　　 　　Looking at the prompt in front of him, he couldn't help but stare, weren't these two skills the skills of the death knight and paladin in the Yamaguchi mountain? Death Knight, he can still understand. What the hell is a paladin? The soul stone he is now embedded with Arthas, Arthas was a paladin before he became the Lich King. 　　 　
But...what is he going to choose?
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(T/n: tell me if something wrong cuz I force my self to translate this)
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(Quote)
(Saturo Goju)
(Searching for someone to blame is just a pain)


When Jayce open his eyes, he was surprised to find himself reborn into a fantasy world of dragons and magic, knights and... princesses. Not only that, but even his previously designed game system followed him into this world. Then, is to travel thousands of world, gain infinite strength, become brave, defeat the Demon King to marry the princess, embark on the peak of life...... Wait, before that, why am I reborn as a cult that everyone shouts... Beast?
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(This is translated version)

>Original Link:
https://sj.uukanshu.com/book.aspx?id=73329

(~3 chapters a weak)
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You need to keep in mind before you read:
First, I'm not native English.
Second, I'm just a beginner translator.
Third, My English knowledge is acquired from reading various novels and... let's not forget school.
Fourth, This is the human translation, I'm just 1 person translating this, so I'm a get tired too.
Fifth, The reason I'm translating this to improve my writings, English, and creativity to make my own story.
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