Maggie Rembrandt was a special forces agent 'demoted' to a common city cops who found herself entangled in a middle of quizzical events.  She was being fed constantly with riddles and clues which she herself had no idea where it would lead her, why she was chosen, and who's helping her - or was it really help that she's getting.

What happens when two worlds collide. A runner and a hi-caste K-sec Lieutenant officer run into each other after faith has been in prison for 2 years.

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

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

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

A ghost who fell in love with a human or a human who fell in love with a ghost stay tuned and watch them as they get through their problems together (their is a major and huge plot twist and i upload chapters everyday with 1000+ words each

The sound of rushing water filled Jehane's room, with both her sink and bath faucets running at full. It was a poor insulation against the roaring cacophony that battered the Tower, but it was significantly better than putting her head under the covers.
Nightfall was always hard for Jehane; she could sense the aggressive wildlife in the same way she could sense both people and Awakened. Emotions were always high during Nightfall, making the usual music of the Tower strident and threatening. And to top it off, the storms seemed to serve as an amplifier for the shadow music. It left her with a headache no painkiller could touch.
Her gaze moved across her room, pausing on each of the digital windows projected by Kentigern's motes. Instead of showing a local view, each one displayed a video loop of landscapes from Earth: a forest grotto, a night meadow, and a rustic village street. They'd been selected by Kentigern when she moved into the room, and she'd never bothered to change them.
There wasn't much in the room that really felt like it belonged to her. A few mirrors. A magnifying glass on a stand. A stuffed monster and a battered doll. A collection of hats she never wore. Her clothes. She read a lot, but almost exclusively on tablets.
A twilight proxy, one of the decoy dolls that Seth had wanted her to learn to track, sat all alone on a shelf beside her bed. Its creepy little song was a nasty undercurrent to the dissonance all around her. She stared at it for a while as she rode the waves of pain. There was something strange in its music, and she could almost identify it—
—something to do with Kentigern?
Kentigern said, "No!" One by one, the motes maintaining her digital windows abandoned that task and flew to the twilight proxy. The thin, reedy song of the decoy changed, becoming much closer to the song of an Awakened.
The thing expanded, sliding off the shelf to the floor as it grew. It developed gangly limbs and a blank face, with metal extrusions, like a giant rag doll with too-large spikes for a skeleton.
Jehane lay very still, watching as it unfolded and swung its arms around. It was far more humanoid than the Awakened she'd grown up beside, but otherwise it felt just like old times. She made her mind as smooth as polished metal, and when it probed the room, it didn't see her as prey.
She wondered if she could befriend it, as she'd befriended an Awakened as a child. It whipped its arms around, knocking over her magnifying glass and a mirror. Then it moved to the door, fumbling at the latch. It was determined to find something to fight.
Slowly, she stood up. It was between her and the only way out. She stepped lightly behind it, then chirped, letting the smoothness of her mind evaporate.
The featureless head swung around, spiked palms flying through the air. But she was ready. She was faster. She swung at it, her stage 2 weapon flickering into existence a few inches from the monster, slicing into it on a bias right in the middle of the torso. It was always best, she thought clinically, to separate the upper half from the lower half. Even if being cut in half didn't stop the nightmare, it made it a lot harder for it to chase you.
But this time, bisection seemed to be enough. Even before her weapon had flickered out, the twilight proxy had collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.
She opened the door. A cool breeze wafted in from the hall outside, carrying the scent of burnt ozone and the land outside the tower. Shaking her head, she kicked the remains of the monster into the hall, then stepped out over them, closing her door behind her.
Her monster remains weren't the only mess on the floor. As she wandered down the hall, she came across several other piles of gangly rag-doll limbs. One of them had been burned. Several of the walls had been taken apart and not repaired, too.
"Kentigern?" Jehane said tentatively. She heard the shift in the background hum that suggested Kentigern was about to speak, but he didn't.
Down one hall, she thought she heard Seth arguing with somebody. She hesitated, but decided not to find him. Seth wasn't the right person for this.
She encountered Elian at another intersection, standing in a position of attention, holding what looked like an axe with a long thin blade on one side, and a spike on the other side.
"Elian!" she said, surprised. "Is that…?"
"Stage 3," he grinned. "Stable, too. Comes the time comes the man, I guess. I've been guarding this passage. That way leads to the outer curtain. Stuff sometimes shows up. Hey, you're not going to fight, are you?" And he gave her that look she was so used to.
"I don't know. Not at the curtain, though. Would you come with me, to help me if something attacks?"
Elian's thin chest puffed out. "Of course. Where are you going?"
"Kentigern's core."
The lounge surrounding Kentigern's core was still disordered. Somebody had made a token effort to restore the furniture tumbled over by the cambion's attack, but the walls were still damaged and swarming with motes. Upstairs, there was the distant murmur of voices from the Reader Carta Lab, but Jehane wasn't interested in that.
"Kentigern," she said. The motes paused their frantic activity, as if listening. "You've been activating machines."
"So I've been told," said Kentigern, a brooding note in his voice.
"You're defending yourself against us. And talking about Lailoken," said Elian worriedly.
"I know. I'm sorry."
"Oh, poor Kentigern," said Jehane. "That cambion damaged you so much."
The motes all shivered in unison. "It isn't just that, I'm afraid," Kentigern said slowly. "I am very old. Very, very old. All of the towers have decayed over time. I was crazed when I found humanity. Crazed and alien. That old damage has never really been repaired, just patched. But even patches wear through."
The mote shivered again, as if Kentigern was sighing. "The other towers are sleeping now. It was work to get them there. But it's a good thing. They haven't been through as much as me now. Maybe one of them can wake and accept you. It won't be long now, before I shut down for good."

Ajax Holdren didn't think his life could get much worse, until a pretty girl with a sword decided to fight a monster right outside his house. But it turns out the monster is after him, and she's what passes for a guardian angel.

They call themselves Nightlights, and they use the remains of alien technology-- and magical swords-- to fight the living darkness that preys on sentient life. They live in a tower discovered by humanity a thousand years ago via portals controlled by the tower itself. And the very best Nightlights are young adults. Most of them begin the training as children...

Once Ajax meets Natalie, he can't go back, can't pretend the monsters aren't there. The power awakened inside him-- and his own relentless need for a place-- drives him forward. But stepping through that portal takes him into a alien world, where the walls talk and the sun never shines, and humankind's worst enemy isn't the monsters who stalk the street but the people who make them.

This pocket dimension was strange. It was so strange that it trumped over practically all the bizarre things I've seen so far. For this parallel dimension was a seemingly infinite room, with mirrors all over. 

Floating, attached to walls, shattered ones, new ones just being made. And it was not just mirrors too, as I turned out, any reflective surface was included. Mostly liquids, but few were things like knives or screens. 

This monochrome world was a great hub of all things reflective, a global or was possibly even an inter-dimensional centre for such things. And, the strangest thing was, that they were all portals.

Basically, any reflective surface I got into contact with here, allowed me to basically see through the other side. Like some sort of one way mirror, except I could go through its partially transparent surface and enter the other side. And it worked both ways.

Now, I don't know about anyone else, but if I were to use it for my own selfish deeds, I would probably use it to spy on people. 

As would everyone else probably, anyways. Once I had entered this strange mirror dimension, I found that I wasn't alone.

At least, not at first. Waking down the well lit halls of the dimension, I could hear my footsteps echo as I moved forward. 

But then I heard another, more louder sound, one that made me frown in disgust. For it was a joyous cackle, whoever was laughing had a bad habit of snorting noisily. Amongst the phlegmy, discordant giggles were also slick sounds. Wet and chilling. It was very uncomfortable.

Despite my annoyance, I understood what those sounds were. They were the demons I had summoned. "Hmm, guess I should go over." Swiftly hopping over, I activated the Teleportation function Sol had graciously allowed me to use infinitely. 

And in a puff of glittery yellow and purple smoke, I was gone. Then, well, then I saw them.

Demons. Four in fact. I now understood what the sounds had been. The first demon I laid my eyes on had an appearance that was relatively tame than the others.

I believe it was a Goblin? Or some form mutated variant at least, the Goblin was no taller than a sheep, possibly at least the size of a Golden Retriever. 

It was small and lanky, with a deep green complexion. The goblin's elongated nose was dripping with wax-like snot, to which it practically inhaled through its nostrils repetitively, but it was no use as more snot would replace the old. 

The cackling goblin had a wide grin, his sharp ears perking up, it was leering at me, pointing at me since my arrival. 

The little green blighter was jumping up and down, letting its ragged worn cloth fly up a little. I couldn't help but notice that it was wearing a loincloth. 

As if to calm the goblin down, another demon nuzzled the goblin with its hand, messing up its already messy brown hair. 

This demon was tall, with a somewhat lanky figure. He was pale, like a corpse. And his dark eyes were encircled by a ring of red. A peculiar feature this demon had, which I thought to be due to it being some sort of mutation, was that he had four horns. One straight and rough, having visible ridges in it whole the the other was curved and very smooth.

They blended in naturally with his jet black hair, and from the strong smell emitting from him, I assumed that he was an alcoholic. Which led me to think he was a sinner. As he adorned a suit and trousers, complete with a tie.

He looked exactly like a normal salaryman, except for the red circles around his eyes and horns. Only problem was, demons who were once humans by having sinned could not be summoned with this sort of ritual. Unless, he was a cambion. 

Which was a different thing altogether. Cambions, as I've learnt from the list of demons that could be summoned with the ritual, was a creature born from the union of a human and demon. Usually a succubus or an incubus.

The last two, were quite, well. Gluttonous. Both were large muscular demons with jet black skin, their mouths unhinged like a snake, they chewed noisily to the point that they had to generate sickening amounts of saliva to ease all the food down.

Their sharp incisors and canines munched down and obliterated the hard bones and what I assumed to be rocks. I was severely puzzled by how they could eat all that without dying, since, rocks were not edible in any way. 

If my vision was working right, I think that they're literally eating everything they could. Even the plates before them were crushed within their gaping maws. 

In my mind, I already had no intention of keeping these two. So I let them go. I pointed towards them and imagined their bodies freezing. With a fierce gaze, I looked on as the two massive demons had ice crystallising over their flesh. Killing them effectively.

I then faced towards the last two demons, both were standing there, unflinching and unsurprised by my actions. "Well, since those two are eliminated. Guess that means you two are the winners. State your name, type of demon and any other information and we'll talk about our contract." 

The two glanced at each other before facing me, the suspected cambion spoke first, "My name is Patrick Robert Danielson, But my friends call me Sixer. I am an Imp Variant, one of my ancestors was an Imp King and his strong bloodline has been passed down ever since. Once we sinned, our family goes straight down to the Imp Zone." Patrick was quite an amusing case, as he wasn't a cambion, but an actual Imp, or more rather a descendant of one. 

Causing him to earn an exception, and not be punished in one of the Fields of Punishment down in the Underworld. 

Satisfied with the answer I turned to the Goblin, who spoke with a slight nasally voice, "Pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Razzaø. That is R-A-Z-Z-A-O, the O is silent. I am a Forest Goblin, previously one of the gardeners for Lady Prosperina." My mouth contorted, I had no knowledge of a Prosperina in the Underworld. 

But, it was strangely familiar for reasons unknown to me. Just then, Sol decided to intervene and explained.

[Prosperina is the Romanised form of the Ancient Greek deity; Persephone. Goddess of Spring, Queen of all things below the lands, and of the Underworld.]. At that moment, it clicked for me.

The Daughter of Demeter who brings her mother to tears, the latter, transforming the ancient lands into a harsh and bleak winter once her daughter leaves for her husband. 

"I see. Well, then. I will instate you two as my familiar servants. I shall provide with whatever reasonable requests you may have, and in return you must do as I say. Of course you can refuse, I won't force you. Now, what do you say?" I placed my left arm behind my back and reached outwards with my other hand, fingers curled slightly. Making me looks little more menacing.

And just as I'd hope they would, they agreed, on one condition, "Give us power. Make use of whatever you can to change us into stronger demons. After all, we can't help you if we're weak." Patrick and Razzaø spoke simultaneously, and I had to say, I couldn't refute their logic.

So I agreed. I grinned, letting the chthonian powers flow through me, swearing an eternal vow to the river of unbreakable oaths, even by the Gods. 

A bright green light coalesced in my palms, "So, we have a deal then?" A mild shockwave blasted any outsiders, not that there were any, from the epicentre, as to make sure the swearing of oaths was uninterrupted.

The ice statues I created out of the demons from before had shattered from the blast, with nothing but fine snow tainted with black blood remaining from it. 

Razzaø was first, as he did not hesitate to take my hand. Green flames enveloped his body, forming a black cocoon with a green glow to it. 

Patrick, was a little hesitant, but shook my hand in the end. Becoming engulfed in the flames and forming a spiralling chrysalis all the same.

While I was waiting for them to end their metamorphosis, I opened my other rewards. 

The mysterious reward with no name, and the Life Creation reward. As I wasn't particularly curious, I just opened the latter option and saved the best for last.

However, what I didn't expect was to find something extremely ludicrous and law breaking, that I felt so awkward on what to do with it.

Because, well, it was way too powerful.

[Life Creation: This is an ability rewarded by the Goddess of Life, the Earth Mother Alavita as thanks for saving the one she patrons.

Life Creation is a Conceptual/World type ability. Granting the power to not only manipulate life, but create them. The user of this ability can even gift life into inanimate objects or something that doesn't and shouldn't exist. Any and all concepts can be literally brought to life through this ability.

Note: This ability works as long as any form of energy exists and the concept of life exists as well. 

Note: Due to the weakness of the current user, four restrictions are applied.

One: Creating sentient life from scratch requires a full moon.

Two: Cresting life from scratch requires materials.

Three: The more intelligent and complex a life form is, the more materials are required. 

Four: When creating an embodiment of any abstract concept or even bringing a fake figure into life, a design is needed to be made for focus.

Note: Modifications, upgrades and alterations to a current existing being is possible.

Note: This ability is only truly limited by the wielder's imaginations].

My jaw was agape, and even Sol was surprised. [What the actual... Is this even legal?]. "Or ethical for that matter." I added, I mean creating life, tampering and even straight up manipulating life as a whole was bound to have some severe repercussions.

But, there was none. It seems like the entire universe, er, universes were okay with me controlling all of life and bending reality to my will to do so. Okay, that last one may not be true, but it was sure something like that. 

"Wait, does that mean I can make myself immortal?" I thought about it and found it plausible, after all, immortal life was still a life. Maybe, just maybe, I can work around mortality and find a way to become immortal! 

Or even, cure death? Ha, what am I thinking. Death is inevitable unless you were truly immortal. 

Besides, what would being immortal bring for me anyways? Loneliness. That's what. So, unless I could make my entire family and group of friends immortal, immortality is not worth it, for now.

But, it was very useful nonetheless, especially the life upgrade and modification ability. "Sol, I accept the reward. Now, open the last one." 

Setting my plans aside for later, I decided to make it quick and find out for myself what hides behind those question marks.

A new blue screen appeared right before me, with three large, white question marks on it. Just as I was about to press on it, the screen moved by itself. Becoming animate. 

The question marks glitched, and were replaced with three new words, [Ultimate Gift Bag]. 

"Ooh. What's this? A gift bag? Well you're kinda late on that already. I mean, can you surpass Life Creation?" I remarked, feeling confused as to why I didn't get this sooner.

[I didn't think a Goddess from another world would be so generous. As such, I changed a lot of the items in the gift box for more, higher quality items that you'll definitely love]. 

Hearing his response, I was instantly excited and asked Sol to open it already. With haste, the words in the screen flashed and the blue screen rapidly faded and was replaced with a yellow one.

This time with a display of items and their descriptions. 

[Magic Cup- Unnamed cup that changes any liquids inside the cup into a high quality drink of whatever the user desires]. 

[Magic Syringe- Unnamed syringe that draws in moisture from the air when plunger is pulled back and turns the moisture into an amnestic that erases memories of specified times]. 

[Magic Beaker- Unnamed beaker that can create any chemical substance within a 30 cm vicinity of the holder].

[Magic Lantern- Unnamed Turkish lantern that heals anyone within the range of light of the lamp].

[Magic Pen- Unnamed pen that changes reality accordingly to what is written with it]. 

[Magic Eraser- Unnamed eraser that disintegrates whatever it rubs heavily on. (Must be rubbed at least twice on a surface for it to work)].

[Magic Compass- Unnamed compass that takes you to your destination, no matter how far or what interferes with it. It can also show the best possible trail to go on].

[Magic Iron- Unnamed iron that can flatten virtually anything].

[Magic Binoculars- Unnamed binoculars that enable one to see from the eyes of another].

[Magic Magnifying Glass- Unnamed magnifying glass that manipulated the size and mass of whatever the light focused through the glass comes into contact with]. 

[Magic Pillow- Unnamed pillow that generates golden dust that send targets to sleep]. 

[Magic Mattress- Unnamed mattress that is super soft and enables anyone in it to restore energy quickly. It is also a gateway to a Dream Dimension]. 

[Magic Bed- Unnamed wooden bed frame where the mattress should go. Bed is capable of transportation, becoming weightless to allow for flight, enabling intangibility for anything on it and shooting out invisible lasers that can shoot through anything. 

When used in conjunction with the Unnamed Magic Mattress, anyone dreaming on the bed will have their dreams become a reality as if it were a prophetic dream]. 

[Magic Pajamas- Unnamed pair of nightshirt and shorts that enable its wearer to astral project]. 

[Magic Blanket- Unnamed blanket that is extremely durable and can be used for offensive purposes. It can also change size and store a number of items within itself. When used in conjunction with Pajamas, Bed, Mattress and Pillow. Wielder will be able to manifest dreams and desires into reality with no limitations whatsoever]...



What if one day, all of a sudden, you were given a system that would help you achieve the dreams of all teenage boys. Becoming an OP character, become more attractive and wealthy and of course: have a Harem. Only problem was; you’re gay. 

Surprised? As was I! Now I have to live with a kind and generous System (which makes me oddly guilty), and suffer through countless missions in which I have to hit on girls. Ugh. 

And so begins my weary life as the only System Wielder in the world, with a System that I have no need for... And my attempts to reform it.

A lot of things happens when Feng Xiong makes it up his mind to change the Fotia daily life towards the future. Now Fotia kingdom has a proper drain and sewer system, all road around the city are more clean and stable with a new road system, Feng Xiong has introduced to all citizens. Including, the new royal department such as police enforcement to keep the citizen safety inside the Kingdom, being the law of justice and they now also have their own justice court department to whom that do any false or crime will be judged in the court, they also provide them a lawyer and prosecutor.

After completing all the changes to the capital city of Fotia, many major changes took place and on top of it is that the Fotia Kingdom has been chosen to be the main trading centre of all Vasillianz continent.

And also the City of Fotia is among the safest and neutral countries of any other kingdom. It is also a free nation filled with various races including elves, dwarves, giants even dark elves too.


The Former people of ammos kingdom have already familiarized themselves as the permanent citizen of the Fotia kingdom. With the sincere give from Feng Xiong, they are able to accommodate their family life far better than they were when they as a people of ammo. Now their lives are no longer humiliated, able to send their children to school or academy after His Highness King Tsukasa opens learning opportunities to ordinary people studying with other nobles without hindrance in all classes.


In all part of city region centre that near the Kingdom capital, they have made a statue of Feng Xiong as their God Of War has been worship by the people even by the visitors, some has made Feng Xiong as the father of the future, some has made a statue of Feng Xiong as the God Of Love because a lot of girls would be grouping near his statue that sometime when Feng Xiong saw this event happen he would facepalm himself feeling shy and awkward after seeing a lot of girls will be kissing his mini statue lips with a lot of passion, the statue is built in real size of Feng Xiong. Feng Xiong has been admired by all except his own uncle and his cousin that still have a grudge toward Feng Xiong, jealousy and greed controlling their heart planning to ruin Feng Xiong life after he been famous around the continent. The person that they had been called through of all his life, being bullied by other and Feng Xiong never fight back but now it all change, now Feng Xiong was known as a hero, the person that there has been mock without stop now was on top of them. Now they who have been joining mocking Feng Xiong since childhood now has to feel ashamed for what they have done.

Those who have been bullying and abusing Feng Xiong since childhood is now ashamed of Feng Xiong's success, now known as Viscount Marshal Feng Xiong.
Now all the official armies cloths, Feng Xiong had the new formal dress design and he used the clothes by the zarf army in the animated series of "Gundam seed destiny" which was different from the epitome of the rank and also the difference between the dress of the regular member and the upper garment of the officer.

Feng Xiong also introduced a new weapon known as a Gatling crossbow with a drum cartridge with 50 arrows in the cartridge rolls for the crossbow arrow, a built-in crossbow that able to shoot an arrows without the need to reload each time the shot was fired and empowered to the new infantry units that were acted as a foot soldier short-long range army. He also introduced weapons that were redesign into a portable catapult, an artillery weapon brought by one person who was also a driver and catapult commander it is for replacement the tank for a while as there were not enough resources at this time to make a real battle tank that made by iron. Feng Xiong also redesign a ballista to be the " general purpose machine gun" but instead of using bullet it would use an arrow for now because Feng Xiong doesn't have the blueprint for making the real "GPMG" so he is using a ballista with a drum cartridge, 1 cartridge has 30 ballista arrow in a cartridge roll. He put the ballista on top of kingdom wall as a defence system being controlled by 2 people per each ballista.

He also built his own spotlight by taking some ideas from the manufacture of classic spotlights that only use kerosene lamps and mirrors to refract light on an area so brightly at the place they want to check and it also comes with a telescope to make it easier for them to see at a distance by introducing the magnifying glass as its core. And from there he also makes optical eyeglasses for a short sight elderly or long sight youngsters to make them easy to read or move and see.

Wherever Feng Xiong goes through the route of the city of Fotia, he is sure to be escorted by his special escort accompanied by the cries of love from the girls who are nearby.

City guards or policemen enforcer who was patrolling will give a military salute when they meet Feng Xiong, all enforcement really admired Feng Xiong from the bottom of their heart.

Now Feng Xiong is well-respected and feared by some of the clan members who inadvertently encounter him will be subject to fear, some of which will bow with respect toward him, as he replied with a simple happy smile.

Now all the citizen including visitors already know that Feng Xiong is a foster child to His Highness Tsukasa and automatically is also the brother of the future crown prince and princess, His Highness also gives a special title to describe Feng Xiong as a royals with the title of young King and His Highness Tsukasa's has been title as an emperor as the nation of Fotia is now 4 times bigger than any other kingdom.

English is not my 2nd language, so...ya..im sorry if apart of it you lot can't understand it. I'm so sorry.

This story is about a child [MC] Feng Xiong that grew up from child to teenagers and spent his time every day inward inside a hospital due to his illness, He is a child with heart cancer and it's already staged 4.

    The only thing that he can do is play a game from his phone and what's more, He is using a cheat engine with it, well everything is to remove his boredom. When his time finally came, he smiled as he spoke, "So this is it".
          
                   Closing his eyes as he accepted his fate, he sighed and laid flatly on the bed.

     But to his surprise, when he opened his eyes, what he first saw is a wide space and everything is white, then a voice came as a silhouette appeared, A handsome man spoke to him as He said:" 
                                            
  Who are you? ask MC
            
???? -  "your people usually call me God". 

Let's watch and see how our MC will handle his new found life!. 
           
Join us Here at Tales Of The Undefeated Legend.  And follow his journey to a new path and become a legend.

tags: #WeakToStrong, #Brotherhood, #MilitaryFaction, Remix #FanFiction


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It is no doubt from the start that Wilfred wanted to get rid of me. I knew it. Going here is a mistake. But I don't have a choice. It's either I die alone or my family dies with me. 

I watch myself in front of the mirrors in the hall. It is a magnificent hall lined with mirrors along the walls with golden chandeliers set high up on red ceilings. There are statues here of the symbolic Bird of the South. But even with all the hall's beauty, it is quite disheartening that this will be the last thing I see.

The last thing I see before I die.

The maid behind me hustles me to move down the hall a little bit faster. Seems like the Baltan Royal family couldn't wait any longer to be finished off with me. Well, Princess Dania do seemed excited and eager to have whatever I have.

The mark of the gods.

The chosen one by the gods.

The summoned one--whatever they call it.

It's not like this 'title' and responsibility of being the gods' vessel mean much to me.

"Here you are, miss." The maid stops in front of a room with paper screen doors. She opens one flap of the door to let me in. My white uniform boots scrape their way into the rough paper floor. I see a long mirror in front of me and through it, I glimpse a look of my face--one that I haven't seen since being part of the Enlisted. Beside the mirror is a dresser where a neatly folded blue-green garment is placed along with accessories and matching silk shoes. 

The maid enters after me. And tries to help me take my clothes off but I refused her offer. She offers to wait for me outside after I dress, reluctantly going out of the room. 

I unfolded the garment. And yes, it is heavy. But beautiful with curling gold embroidery and birds. I guess I'd die in these clothes today. I choose to wear the heavy robe over my white Level One uniform. I feel the heat start to envelope me in the minute that I did. Wearing my thick uniform under layers and layers of linen and silk is indeed heavy and hot. Unable to tie the white silk ribbon perfectly, I decided to let the maid in and help me. She ties it perfectly behind my back. I hide the silk shoes before she can try to make me wear it, pretending that I already did. The robe's length was a meter past my feet anyway. She helps me mount the accessories. In the mirror, I look the same with my hair brushed back into an elaborate bun. The accessories decorates me simply. Four golden bangles. A pair of golden loop earrings. After powdering my face to complete the look, I go out of the room, looking the ordinary me in a beautiful dress. 

She leads me again through yet another corridor where the passage ends at a wide garden somewhere inside the Palace. My boots crunch noisily on the grey pebbles littering every inch of ground. In the middle of the shrubs and bonsai trees is a stone circle, raised up from the ground with a set of steps in two sides. The maid makes me climb up one. Then she leaves me. Alone in the garden underneath a clear starry night sky. I wait with bated breath. Standing still and frozen as I can in the silence. 

Are they supposed to stab me directly? 

Or are they supposed to perform a ritual? 

I clench and unclench my sweaty hands. My eyes alert for anyone trying to jump out of the darkness and kill me. 

Not longer than a minute, I hear footsteps on the pebbled ground. The first I see is Wilfred, the tallest among the approaching group of royals, his familiar raven hair head several inches above the short bonsai trees. He glimpses my way in the corners of his eyes behind shiny black rectangular spectacles. A solemn look on his face with his brows furrowed. He wears a different garment. Similarly like mine. But he has matching trousers underneath a long woody green hanfu tied at the waist by a white band. His rapier hangs shiny on the band. His cropped hair is slicked back, magnifying his darkly colored fox eyes that sweep over me as if he's bored. I grit my teeth together. And the moment the Imperial Family emerges out of the bonsai trees, I bite down a breath. Anger stirring up inside me. 

"Ready?" Princess Dara sneers, dressed in midnight violet. I do not answer. She whips out a yellow paper from inside her robe. Bites her finger, wipes her blood on the paper, and sticks it to my clothing. 

Suddenly, vines crawl all over me, grasping my limbs under my robe, unseen, pinning me to my place. 

"For security." She says, patting me on the arm. 

Monks follow the king, still dressed in the same clothes. Princess Dania is nowhere to be seen but I feel deep in my gut that she's somewhere behind the seven monks chanting behind the king. The monks display a beaded bracelet with a golden bird. They chant for Princess Dana's preparation, singing the tunes of the Old Language. Then, when the monks have stood their ground in the circle, Princess Dania appears, dressed ethereally in red and gold robes. On her head is a golden headdress of golden beads strung into curtains with birds and curved lines. Her face is painted geisha white. She takes the place in the middle of the circle. 

The king and Wilfred stands on the ground out of the circle, watching the ceremony take place. One of the monks draws out his wrinkly hand and waves it in front of him. A stone slab appears out of the ground as the circle rotates. It emerges just on the space between Princess Dania and me. The vines underneath my robes squeeze tight, bringing me forwards. The vines make me kneel, my head on the stone slab. 

The monks start to chant an eerie tune. 

Elmas damos tares juwi lamas aradein
Jarden borjn shadoist vu! 

They chant it over and over again while one of the monks present a silver sword to Princess Dania who takes it and wields it with one hand. 

Princes Dania steps forward.  And her hands are angled above me, ready to strike. 

I close my eyes as the chanting of the monks intensifies, going faster every second. 

I wait for the blow to slice my head off. 

But the blow never comes.

I hear the sword crash with a metal clang. I hear the loud gasps and Princess Dana's chortled scream as I stumble away out of the circle, free from the vines that bind me down. Dagor grips my arm tightly and he leads me to a run. I struggled with the dress to keep up. 

"Dagor! What are you doing here?" I shout at him, panting while we both ran away. 

"Saving you obviously!" He answers loudly, as we both jump over a hedge. 

"Where are we headed?" 

"A secret path. Just keep running!"  He says, as we both jump over yet another hedge. 

I hear the King barking orders from behind me. A harsh wind slaps me on my cheeks. Vines grow out of the ground to pin me. I struggled against it, stumbling again. But Dagor's grip never loses its hold. I ripped away the yellow paper stuck to my dress. And since then, vines didn't grow out to stop me. Another harsh wind before I can hear Dagor grunt under his breath, "He should pipe it down a little--" 

"Dagor! Are we there yet?" I ask. Soldiers emerge out of the bonsai trees, fast in at our heels, their metal boots and metal armor clanking. 

"Yes, we are," His free hand is waving a shape in the air before us while we run. And true enough, just a meter ahead the ground opens up. Using the last of our speed as leverage, we both jump into the abyss Dagor had opened up in the middle of the garden. Barely escaping the soldiers' clutches. 

We fall down into a pit. Dagor landed on his feet. I landed on my stomach. One of the rocks on the pit's walls rip my robe at the hem. Dagor takes my arm again when I rose to my feet. There are three chambers in hear. He chooses the leftmost path and we disappear into the darkness. The ground around us radiates heat. Like from an underground heating--

"It's the heating system." Dagor affirms, pulling me into a fast walking pace. 

Not long, I see a flight of stairs and I can smell the crisp air of the night. We emerge a good mile out of the Inner Walls of the capital--out of the Palace grounds.

But we are still far from being safe.

Dagor and I run towards the column houses where, I see Kiki. I leap a little, a relief in my belly. Beside Kiki is a grey horse, Dagor mounts it and I mount Kiki. He draws his horse into a gallop and I follow. Just over head I can see the Outer Walls and we are heading towards it and I realize this is opposite to the direction for Main Headquarters.

So, I asked Dagor, "Where are we going?"

He laughs a little, "You'll see exactly where. We're going to go beyond the Outer Walls first and put us both out of harm's way."

The fate of the universe lies upon the shoulders of a common girl.
.................................
An ancient enemy is awakening.
And with the gods long forgotten, the modern world of Ivoire does not stand a chance of what is coming--a battle between the living and the undead. 
This has urged the creation of the Enlisted. A slaughter of the young. But an opportunity for the poor.
Yara's troubles are finally over. She is taken to be trained as a cruel warrior who kills for the emperor. But her life unexpected takes an unexpected turn when she puts her heart over duty.
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Please note that this story is a re-imagined fiction based on the ancient four gods of the chinese empire. Some things have been fabricated by the author.

"How about the detector's magic magnifying glass lens?" Anna says.
"What does it do? I ask her.
"The books from the last demon king countdown said that it can lock on to an enemy and magic attacks always lock on to the target." She says.
"That's awesome. How can me obtain and where is it?" I say.
"It's situated in the crystal forest.. Protected by an army of crystal golems." She said.
The detector's magic crystal magnifying glass. Once used by the greatest detective at the time who was the niece of the the greatest mage in the world at the time. She received it as a gift for her raise by her uncle, the greatest mage at the time. Enchanted with the greatest magic in the world (at the time) and could detect magic traces, detect beings by their heat and mana and detect power levels.
I found a map and sucked the information into my SUPERIOR map. I flew again to the area and the amount of golems were insane. The pedestal holding the prize was in the air at one kilometer in the air. It was protected by a shit ton of golems. Some could even fly.
I spammed explosion and Anna helped with some golems on the ground. The explosions filled the sky in red burning ashes. Soon, I collected the prize and looked at the descriptions.
It seems like it can activate at will. To get the ability, I needed to crush the magnifying glass to obtain the ability. I crushed it and some light blue smoke came out of the palm of my clenched fist where the magnifying glass is and enveloped my right eye. I have obtained it's power.
I use it and it's absolutely amazing. I could clearly see Anna's magic and power level. I remember that I haven't checked the description of the scythe. I look at it's stats and it says I can summon an unbreakable hourglass for a 10 minute timer. At the end of the timer, it will disappear and give me a 2x stat boost.
 This is interesting. With the ability of the magnifying glass, I can see people's time left on this world. I try it out and see Anna's life force. It was normal. She dies at the age of 97. I suddenly have a pain in my chest. It's the same as before but it's even stronger. I look down and see the reflection in the pieces of the shattered magnifying glass. I saw my left eye. The sclera turned black as a dark void and with the iris turning white as snow. I catch a glimpse of the timer on my head and it showed not years. I had only months to live. The countdown didn't only my death but also the demon king's arrival into this beautiful world. I then blacked out.

Good morning, mother fucker. This is the story of Yuuto, 15 year old degenerate weeb. This is just a typical fucking isekai where the protagonist has RPG powers and shit. What shall he do and what kind of references shall this story tell? 
//WARNING// This is not for fragile bastards who can't handle some cussing and degeneracy if it wasn't clear already.
Upload schedule: no
Is this all planned out? No. This is just a mess of a fucking novel that comes with anything to mind.
The quality of this is shit since I am a beginner writer and can't write specific things well.

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