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"God." Xiao Hang looked around and exclaimed, "It's so big. Why? How could no one have found it in all this time? Why did it take those experts such a long time and yet they still failed?"

After the lights were turned up, Zhao Yu and others saw that they were in a huge air-raid shelter. The highest point of the air-raid shelter was up to tens of meters, and the shelter was at least 100 meters wide. Zhao Yu looked forward and couldn't see where the passage ended.

There were all kinds of military materials, equipment, and weapons in the shelter. Beside the tank, there were dozens of anti-aircraft guns on the ground on their right side.

Because the lights lit up so suddenly, Zhao Yu, Li Jing, and Xiao Hang had no time to check how many weapons were in this air-raid shelter. They knew that it was the enemy who had turned the lights on.

"Now, they are increasing the difficulty of playing hide and seek. I think we'd better hide first," Xiao Hang said in a low voice.

Zhao Yu shook his head and said, "Since they could find the switch it means that they are very familiar with this place. It won't be easy for us to hide."

"It was probably a naturally-formed cave at first." Li Jing looked at the uneven top of the air-raid shelter and said, "This is different from other war fortresses I know. It is more like a secret strategic reserve base."

Zhao Yu waved his hand. "If it's a strategic reserve base, it's probably where the treasure was buried. My right eyelid has been twitching severely. Captain Li, I'm afraid this could be worse than we thought."

"Big detective, I know that, and you don't need to remind me of how bad our situation is," Li Jing said coldly to Zhao Yu. "Our enemy is approaching. Can you say something encouraging? We must strengthen our unity in the face of powerful enemies."

"Aren't you very good at fighting? Why are you sacred this time?" Xiao Hang asked. He also had a cold tone to his voice.

"Don't you understand?" Zhao Yu yelled. "The enemy may not just be targeting Cui Lizhu. They brought us here. I can't imagine what they are going to do with us."

Xiao Hang frowned. Obviously, he didn't understand what Zhao Yu was saying.

"I'm afraid now..." Zhao Yu said anxiously. He paused. "Their purpose is not to find the treasure, but... Um..."

Zhao Yu didn't finish, as the detector in his head suddenly sent a red alarm to him. He immediately said to Li Jing, "Captain Li, eight o'clock direction, I'll count on you to take care of that."

Huh?

Li Jing was confused but she quickly took out her gun and aimed it in the eight o'clock direction. However, there was nothing there.

"Well..." Zhao Yu covered his face. "I'm sorry, it's my eight o'clock."

"Yours?" Li Jing turned around and found that, at Zhao Yu's eight o'clock, there were many wooden boxes. She moved a bit, then finally understood what Zhao Yu was saying.

Above the wooden boxes, there was a drone.

After seeing the drone, Li Jing couldn't help but shake her head. Her eyes were filled with despair. She found that the drone was facing them. It meant that the enemy had already found them.

"Cui Lizhu. Cui Lizhu!" Zhao Yu shouted Cui Lizhu's name repeatedly and noticed that she had moved her fingers a bit. Then he used another antidote on her. The system didn't ask him to enhance it this time. It immediately counteracted the anesthetic that remained in Cui Lizhu's system.

"Oh..." Cui Lizhu made a slight sound. Although she had opened her eyes, she appeared weak.

"Alas..." Zhao Yu let out a long breath. It seemed that he had to carry Cui Lizhu on his back again because she obviously couldn't walk yet.

Xiao Hang and Li Jing exchanged looks. Then, after Li Jing nodded, they shot at the drone and destroyed it. Li Jing shot at the entrance of the shelter, forcing the enemy to retreat.

It turned out that the enemy had been waiting there for a while. They wanted to besiege Zhao Yu, Li Jing, and Xiao Hang. However, Zhao Yu discovered their plan and fought back in advance.

"Come on," Xiao Hang shouted at Zhao Yu. Zhao Yu got out from behind the wooden boxes and ran deep into the air-raid shelter with Cui Lizhu on his back.

Unexpectedly, a fully armed man emerged from the right side. The man was wearing a camouflage bulletproof vest and a police helmet. Zhao Yu couldn't see his face clearly.

As soon as the man stepped out, he aimed his miniature submachine gun at Zhao Yu and shot. Zhao Yu was caught by surprise. At that time, he realized that Cui Lizhu was right in front of him and the bullet was about to hit her.

He immediately turned around, then several rubber bullets hit him in the back.

Ouch.

Zhao Yu jumped up in the air and screamed.

The man saw that his bullets hit Zhao Yu and quickly rushed over. He intended to shoot at him again, but just then Xiao Hang came to help Zhao Yu and fired at the man. His bullets all hit on the man's bulletproof vest.

Even though he was wearing a bulletproof vest, the man still felt great pain like Zhao Yu had. He let out a miserable scream and suddenly turned around and hid behind boxes.

"Run," Xiao Hang shouted at Zhao Yu, urging him to leave immediately.

However, Zhao Yu did not run. Instead, he put Cui Lizhu on the ground, then went over to the man who had just shot him.

Zhao Yu knew that Xiao Hang was protecting him, but he heard a stampede of footsteps coming from the other side. He knew that they were surrounded by the enemy and he couldn't escape.

They were trapped. there was no way that he could find a place to hide or escape. The only possible way to survive was if he could force his way through the besiegers.

It was a critical, life or death moment. The only thing Zhao Yu was able to think about at the moment was that he needed to upgrade his devices.

He did not hesitate and used an Energy Booster to fortify his strength.

He immediately felt an adrenaline rush. He did not run directly to the man who was hiding behind the boxes. Instead, he threw himself on the wooden boxes.
The heavy wooden boxes collapsed on the man behind them. As the wooden boxes broke, Zhao Yu saw that there were rifles in them.

Zhao Yu was not a fan of guns, but these rifles looked familiar to him. He remembered that he had seen them in TV dramas related to the Anti-Japanese War.

The man was wriggling under the broken boxes but couldn't get out.

Zhao Yu was excited. Remembering how the enemy had shot him with the rubber bullets, he was furious. He stepped back, then dashed along the passage and jumped on the pile of broken boxes again.

Zhao Yu did this with all of his strength and broke all of the boxes. The man under the boxes howled miserably, then passed out.

The enemy rushed over from all sides. A man dressed in the same bulletproof vest jumped off a Jeep, then pointed at Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu roared and picked up a rifle from the ground. He didn't pull the bolt before aiming at a man who was rushing toward him. "Go to h*ll," he shouted.

Seeing Zhao Yu picking up the old rifle, the man was confused. He knew that the rifles in the boxes were not loaded. Although Zhao Yu could not see his expression clearly, he knew that the man was laughing at him.

However, the man didn't know that Zhao Yu had done this on purpose. When he picked the rifle up, he quietly took his gun out with his right hand. When the man stopped there laughing at Zhao Yu, Zhao Yu shot him without hesitation.

By the time the man realized what was happening and tried to fight back, Zhao Yu had finished him. Zhao Yu shot at his chest, arms, and legs respectively. The man fell to the ground, unable to move any longer.

Zhao Yu aimed at his head and shot again. After that, Zhao Yu ran out of bullets.

"Ah! Ah!"

Suddenly, Zhao Yu heard Cui Lizhu cry loudly. He looked back and saw that two men were carrying her away.

Zhao Yu yelled, then rushed toward her. At that time, a flash bomb exploded under his feet.

Bang.
Zhao Yu couldn't see anything.


A little ruffian who fought recklessly without any morals and bottomline accidentally time-traveled to parallel space and became a Key Case Investigation Team agent. The huge change in identity had him creating chaos in the police station. However, a strange miracle system helped him repeatedly solve mysterious cases, turning him into an impudent ruffian detective!

Daniel Marshall was a legendary designer in the cigar box industry. He was born in poverty, and his father had been a farmer as well as a logger. When he was a child they lived in a fitting room trailer.
Fitting room trailers were commonly seen in the West. People sold clothes on the move without a store. The fitting room trailer empowered sellers to take their fashion lines directly to their clients.
"You have to know: the space inside a fitting room trailer is very small," said Sayder. "It might be able to accommodate a fat person to turn around and try on clothes. But, converted into a room, it would be rather small."
"There's a Chinese saying that goes like this," Li Du, said. "'Only by experiencing the toughest hardships can one rise above the ordinary.' Apparently, Mr. Marshall belonged to this category of person."
"Yes, when Marshall reached his teenage years, he dreamed about building his own sailing boat and touring the world. He was still living in his fitting room trailer then.
"Later on, his girlfriend's grandfather offered him a loan of 50,000 dollars so he could realize this dream.
"Marshall wanted to give his thanks to the old man, so he used teak to create a cigar box and gave it to the old man. The old man was surprised to see that he possessed such good craftsmanship and encouraged him to sell his cigar box design and rights to Dunhill.
"Spurred by the encouragement, Marshall brought his design and sample cigar boxes and went to Dunhill's headquarters in New York. He was 19 years old then.
"After many unsuccessful phone calls to arrange a meeting, the young man went straight to the company to request a meeting.
"Regrettably, Dunhill was not initially impressed with his work. However, Marshall was a very stubborn fellow. After numerous exchanges, Dunhill placed an order worth 250,000 dollars with him."
Sayder smiled at the two of them. "Look, this is a very inspiring story, right?"
Li Du shrugged his shoulders and secretly thought to himself, This fella is so naggy, no wonder he's an auctioneer. What's the use in saying all this? Can't he just tell us the value and identity of the cigar boxes?
Sayder didn't notice how Li Du felt. He continued telling the story eagerly. "In actual fact, the order was just an act. Dunhill canceled it after Marshall left."
Hans said in an annoyed tone, "Oh, d*mn those capitalists. They have no credibility at all."
Sayder glanced at him. "Actually, I can understand why Dunhill did that. I've heard that Marshall set up a tent in front of the entrance of Dunhill's warehouse and slept there in order to secure a deal. When the negotiations failed, he rolled around on the ground in a fit!"
Li Du was dumbstruck.
Marshall was indeed a resilient man. As soon as he realized he would not get anything with Dunhill, he adopted another tactic: facing the consumers directly.
He took his cigar box with him and went up to the wealthy men of New York, asking them for their opinion and advice and showing them his cigar box.
Needless to say, Marshall did have talent in this area, but he was too young and inexperienced. His cigar box was also not yet perfect; there were areas that needed improvement. Why would the wealthy men who were accustomed to luxury goods want to take a look at his cigar box?
Fortunately for Marshall, someone from the Dunhill management team noticed the energetic and motivated young man, and decided to hire him as a designer.
It was said that Dunhill had employed him out of goodwill. However, Marshall learned quickly after entering Dunhill, and over the next two years with them, that he could take charge of matters independently.
Ultimately, he became Dunhill's leading cigar box designer, and had his own studio: DM studio.
The letters "DM" on the two cigar boxes were his initials. In fact, all ten of the boxes were his masterpieces. Eight of them had been designed for Dunhill, and the other two had probably been designed for a famous celebrity.
Now, as a renowned cigar box designer, the boxes that he designed were the hottest luxury item with the upper class.
Designing a custom-made cigar box for a Hollywood star was a glorifying experience for the average designer. However, Marshall had an impressive track record. He had even designed cigar boxes for the President of the United States and the British royal family.
"Do you know that not just any Hollywood star can ask him to make a custom-made cigar box? He'll actually consider how famous they are before accepting the job."
"Wow!" Hans exclaimed in awe as Sayder made this claim. "He's that good?"
Sayder wagged his index finger. "I'm not an exaggerating," he said. "Marlon Brando was his client. He owned an island in Tahiti, but the island was too humid and the cigar could not be preserved. Marshall custom-made a cigar box for him and guess what?"
"What happened?" Li Du asked.
"Well, the humidity level on the island was so high that even his script became damaged due to the moisture. But after Marlon Brando got hold of the custom-made humidor, he placed his script together with the cigars and the moisture problem did not come back again."
"Mr. Marshall is really good," said Li Du. "So what's the story behind these two cigar boxes?" Li couldn't take it anymore. He had to ask about the two cigar boxes—Sayder simply wouldn't get to the point.
Even so, what he'd already said was useful. Li Du now knew the potential value of these boxes—if it were made by a master, it must be a masterpiece!
"Speaking of these two cigar boxes, we have to talk about him working with Hollywood. Besides accepting requests from top stars, he also accepts requests from some film and television companies.
"Take, for instance, earlier this year: Universal Pictures requested 30 limited edition and exquisite cigar boxes with serial numbers on them. This was to commemorate the 30th anniversary of the film 'Scarface.'
"These two cigar boxes here are also related to a very famous movie and a prominent Hollywood superstar. Wanna make a guess?"
Hans looked at the skull on the box and said firmly, "D*mn, it must be the Terminator and Arnold Schwarzenegger!"
"Bingo! You got it!" Sayder snapped his fingers joyously.
"These cigar boxes are the real stars. Look at the edge of the box. The metal used is a very unique type of sterling silver, and each box contains 100 grams of such sterling silver!
"Furthermore, the outermost material of the box is made using crocodile skin, and the inner core is made from polished walnut wood. A total of 12 such boxes were produced, each of them had a serial number and all 12 of them were limited edition models!"
By now, Hans had the euphoric belief that the boxes must be worth a lot. "So how much is it? How much is the worth for one box?"
Sayder replied, "It would be an insult to the master if the price were less than 100,000 dollars!"
Hans turned to look at Li Du enthusiastically, "If a new one is worth 100,000 dollars, a second-hand one must be worth at least 50,000 dollars!"
"The price I said is for old goods," clarified Sayder. "One hundred thousand dollars for a second-hand box! A new one? Ha! Not only would you need the money, you'd also need status in order to get one!"
"Yes!" exclaimed Hans. "Big money!"


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

As Thomas woke up he glanced around and mumbled "Did I fall asleep?" Thomas looked beside him and seen Ocis laying their with her wing over top of him. Thomas stared at the roof as he mumbled "I hope I didn't ruin the date by falling asleep." Thomas sighed as he said "Guess I'll never know since she'll probably just say it was fun." Thomas glanced at the window and mumbled "What might today have in store for me?" Thomas got out of bed and walked to the door as he said "I'll probably have to deal with that bounty hunter." Thomas glanced at Ocis as he said "Sorry that I didn't really know what a date was, or if it even went well." Thomas turned back to the door and walked out as he mumbled "Everyone else must've already." Thomas walked outside and looked around as he said "Let's see I can either do a quest and most likely piss Daisy off or I can wander around the town until I find something to do." Thomas shrugged as he said "The second option is probably the best." Thomas began to walk around the town aimlessly passing by people as he mumbled "I wonder how many of them know that I'm worth one hundred and five gold coins?" Thomas continued to walk as he noticed a boy carrying some rather large boxes. Thomas walked over to him and asked "What are you doing?" The boy glanced at Thomas as he said "I can't tell you." Thomas stared at him as he asked "And why is that?" The boy glanced at Thomas as he said "Your a stranger and I'm not suppose to talk to strangers." Thomas shrugged as he said "Can't argue with that." The boy stared past Thomas as he noticed a wanted poster with Thomas's face on it. As the boy dropped the packages Thomas caught them and asked "What's got you so spooked?" The boy pointed at Thomas as he shouted "Your a wanted criminal!" Thomas held the boxes as he said "I assure you that I'm not gonna bring harm to any one." The boy began to slowly back away as he asked "What do you want with me?" Thomas continued to hold the boxes as he said "I'm looking for something to do so I was gonna help you with these boxes." The boy stared at Thomas nervously as he asked "Why would a criminal help me?" Thomas glanced up at the sky as he thought about the graveyard and said "I couldn't help some people so I figured I'd help some other people to hopefully make amends." The boy stared at Thomas as he said "I suppose I can let you help." The boy began to walk as he said "I need to take the boxes this way." Thomas followed him as he asked "How far for we need to go?" The boy pointed as he said "We have to bring them to the other side of the town." Thomas continued to follow him through the town as he heard someone call his name from behind him. Thomas glanced behind him and seen the bounty hunter as he stared at him annoyed and asked "Are you just gonna show every time I'm in the middle of something?" The bounty hunter began to walk towards Thomas as he pulled out the axe and said "You will fight me today or I shall claim your life!" Thomas turned away from him and continued to walk as he told the kid "Just ignore him it's just some creep." The kid nodded as he said "Alright." The bounty hunter began to follow Thomas with the axe as he mumbled "I ain't no creep." The boy glanced behind him and seen the bounty hunter following them as he said "That creepy old guy is still following us." Thomas glanced at the boy and said "Just ignore him." The boy began to walk faster staring behind him as he said "The man is getting closer and he's holding an axe." Thomas sighed as he tilted his head to the right causing the man to miss. The boy stared at Thomas and the man with fear as he shouted "He killed him!" Thomas turned to the bounty hunter still holding the boxes as he asked "Why are you following me?" Before the man could say anything Thomas said "Don't give me that same old excuse for just wanting my bounty." The man said nothing as he swung the axe at Thomas repeatedly. Thomas dodge the man's attacks while holding the boxes as he asked "How long are you gonna keep this up?" Thomas leaned back and let the boxes rest on him as he watched the axe pass by over his head. Thomas stood up straight and kicked the axe out of his hand as he said "I'm not planning on killing anyone right now so count yourself lucky and get lost." The man watched as his axe fell directly in front of him. Thomas turned away from the man as he said "If you wanna fight me do it some other time when I'm not busy." The man grabbed the axe once more and began to chant something. As Thomas and the boy arrived at their destination Thomas set the boxes down and said "I'll see you around." The boy glanced at the man as he said "I won't be able to if that man kills you." Thomas glanced at the man who was still chanting his spell as Thomas mumbled "I guess I found what I'm gonna do next." Thomas began to walk towards the man as he sat down in front of him and asked "So what are you doing this time?" The man continued to chant the words over and over again as Thomas stared at him while asking "How long is this gonna take?" After a minute or two the man quit chanting and a strong gust of wind pushed Thomas back a bit. Thomas stared at the bounty hunter who was now looking a lot more muscular as Thomas asked "Are you done?" The man glared at Thomas without saying a thing as he dropped his axe and began to walk towards Thomas. As the man stood in front of Thomas he slammed the ground with both of his hands while shouting "You can't beat me now." Thomas stared at the man confused as he asked "How did you suddenly just grow muscles?" The man stopped pounding the ground and attempted to punch Thomas. Thomas teleported behind him and stood up as he said "You may have gotten stronger but theirs still a problem with your speed." The man began to laugh as he quickly turned to and punched Thomas as he said "My speed is superior to yours!" As Thomas took the punch he grabbed onto his hand and stared at him as he said "Now look at what you've done." The man began to laugh as he said "What I've just done is nothing compared to what I'm going to do." Thomas stared at the man as he said "I'm not talking about the amount of damage you think you've done, I'm talking about the fact that Daisy's going to know I was in a fight and that she's gonna be mad." The man raised his other hand and began to slam it down on Thomas as he said "I don't care about your issues with women!" Thomas let go of his other hand and caught his other hand as it pushed Thomas into the ground. Thomas glanced at him as he said "Opal hots way harder." The man glared at Thomas as he asked "How can you keep up with my enhanced form?" Thomas let go of the man's hand and began to jump around as he said "I'll explain it while I do my little warm up." Thomas glanced at the man as he said "I simply don't have a reason." The man stared at Thomas annoyed as he raised another fist and shouted "Quit toying with me!" Before the man could slam his hand down on top of Thomas he quickly punched him in the stomach knocking him to the ground as he held his stomach. Thomas began to walk away as he waved and said "I'm sure we'll meet again so why don't we have another fight sometime?" The man continued to hold his stomach as he muttered "I'll get you for this." As Thomas walked away Daisy stepped out of a nearby alley way as she mumbled "I won't count this as a fight because he was only fighting to protect himself, but it wouldn't have carried on like that if he would've just beat him before he used the spell." Daisy walked over to the man as she asked "Why were you attacking him?" The man glanced at her as he said "What I do is none of your business!" Daisy pulled out one of her blades and put it to his throat as she said with a sinister look "It is actually my business since your attacking my patient."

A fox like boy with two differently colored eyes and a bad case of amnesia. Join him on his journey as he is sent to another dimension as he fights off and out wits his enemy because much like a fox he is very cunning and clever. Be by his side as he gets stronger learning new techniques and some magic. Of course what would a story be if he didn’t already have some sort of uncanny ability? Discover this and who he is as you read.
Btw I’ll be using a ton of different types of creature from all sorts of mythologies so stay tuned and see what happens when he fights some creatures that you’ve probably heard of before.
This story very much disappointed me, I enjoyed writing it but I feel like it could’ve been much better so I’m going to redo it all, I’ll leave the original here incase people would like to read the original but I’m going to completely redo it with a completely new story.

Rura and Judie were stuck in the warehouse with nowhere to go. They nervously looked around as they sat inside the lidless boxes.
A green door could be seen flying open as the previously irritated guy from the cell room anxiously ran towards his boss's office. He was holding a rusted bent metal bar and looking around as if trying to find something.
He gave up after a few seconds and continued towards his boss's offices. He slowed down partially once he got to the door opening it, and walking to the middle of the room.
A bald man could be seen smoking a joint as he looked at a painting of the statue of liberty. "Who gave you the balls to barge into my office?" The bald man asked as he slowly turned towards the now anxious man. He stared at him for a few seconds. "And why are you holding a metal bar?" He asked in a somewhat confused manner.
The anxious man set the metal bar down on his boss's desk. "I found this in the cell room along with an empty cell." He said somewhat nervously. He didn't know if his boss would blame him for letting a few girls go.
"Who was in the cell?" The bald man asked as he stared at the rusted bar on his desk. He slowly picked it up and threw it on the wall!
"Bam!" The metal bar fell from the wall, a small chunk of concrete fell alongside it.
The anxious man gulped. "They were two little girls. One had gray hair, and the other was blonde," he responded with his head down. The bald man's brows raised at this. He slowly stood up as he asked another question. "Did one of them have animal ears on?"
The anxious man slowly nodded his head as he lowered it further towards the floor. "IDIOT!" The bald man yelled! He quickly stepped out of his office and shot his gun in the air. "Muscle heads!" He yelled, "There are a few escapees! Find them, and you'll get a 10,000 bonus!" The bald man turned back towards the anxious man, who was now staring at the bald man.
"This is coming out of your paycheck." said the bald man as he turned back around before he shot the anxious man's leg.
"Bang!"
Rura and Judie heard this as they hid inside the mountain of boxes. Men could now be seen shuffling around the warehouse as they looked inside all of the merchandise.
The duo slowly started moving as soon as they saw a few people getting close to their hiding spot. Judie was lightly sobbing as Rura was sweating all over. They both were super scared. They passed by tons of items inside the boxes. Stuffed animals, white sand, green leaves, guns, plastic toys all sorts of random items were packed within the boxes as they shuffled slowly away from the searchers.
Judie followed close behind Rura as they moved. Then Judie suddenly tripped, a small crash resounded in the quiet warehouse. An echo could be heard as Judie anxiously stood up and looked around. Multiple pairs of eyes stared at the two little girls as they stood still inside the box.
Then the pairs of eyes started sprinting towards the little girls. Yells resounded in the area. The gagsters pointed towards the little girls. People climbed the mountain of boxes, trying to be the first one to catch the duo. Judie and Rura scrambled up the boxes as they tried to think up a way to escape.
Rura had to help Judie climb, as she wasn't as fast as her. That slowed them down a bit, but they still kept their distance from the other climbers. The duo slowly climbed their way up towards the top of the stackable package boxes eventually and looked down at the dozens of men staring at them with greedy eyes.
Judie and Rura cried as the men got closer and closer to them. A fairly skinny man eventually made his way to the top and stood in front of the girls. He reached out and grabbed Judie as he laughed to himself, imagining himself bathing in the 10,000 dollars he was about to earn.
But Rura grabbed Judie's other arm. The skinny man felt like he started pulling a mountain as Rura grabbed Judie's other arm. He began to pull harder, and Judie started to cry louder.
The skinny man eventually let go of Judie and pushed her to the side. He stared at Rura and lunged at her. Rura barely managed to dodge to the man's left. She then released a wicked kick to the man's knee.
"SNAP!" The man fell as he grabbed his knee. A curse came out of his mouth as he desperately tried to punch Rura. Rura again dodged the man and kicked him once again in the crotch, flinging him off the mountain of boxes.
"DUD!" His body landed on the gravel floor, and a low and painful moan resounded throughout the warehouse.
The previously climbing gangsters slowed down their climb as they looked towards the man sprawled out on the floor.
"Shit..." Some random person said as everyone stared at the poor dude. Everyone gulped some saliva, and a few held their balls in sympathy.
They all turned their heads back towards the unassuming gray-haired little girl. Some started climbing down, giving up, and surrounding the pile of boxes just in case the little girls escape from the top. A few others took out their guns and climbed higher but at a much more reserved pace.
They all seriously stared at the little girl and waited for others to arrive at the top once they made their way up.
Eventually, after a few minutes, 8 men surrounded the two little girls. They slowly approached the two kids, making sure they didn't turn into the next Jeff.
Judie fell to the ground as she started crying nonstop. Large tears fell from her face.
Rura kept standing as she stared at the men around her. Her body shook as she barely stood her ground.
The bald man's body slowly became visible. He climbed up the mountain and stood outside the circle of men. "Hahaha, you little shits thought you could run from me?" He asked as he smiled a cheeky grin at the two little kids. He was partially pissed and embarrassed. One of his crew members just got knocked down by a 7-year-old girl. He had to make up for this somehow. He didn't want to be the laughingstock of the mafia.
He shook his head and placed his fingers on the bridge of his nose. 'At least I'll make some money.' He thought to himself, he eventually opened his eyes and continued to stare at the little girls. The circle around them continued to shrink.
Second's felt like minutes as the men slowly shrank the circle around Judie and Rura. They first grabbed Judie and placed her out of the way before they placed all their attention on Rura. Rura stood alone in the center of the circle. Tears welled up in her eyes, 7 year old's are not supposed to go through such events.
The men suddenly all lunged at her. She felt like she was going to die. She was so scared she stood frozen in place. Then a hand touched her. She looked down and saw someone grabbing her hand. It looked familiar, almost like it had always been in her life. She looked up at the owner of the hand, and she saw her dad. He stood smiling at her. The sun was shining behind him. Then he suddenly let go of her arm and disappeared.
The previous scene came back to Rura's eyes. She saw 8 men lunging towards her. Tears welled in her eyes as her knees fell towards the ground. As her knees touched the ground, it shook. An earthquake resounded across the whole city, it was much stronger than the previous one. The 8 men lost their balance and fell to the floor.
Rura wept for a few seconds, then opened her eyes, "NOOOOOOOO!" She screamed. Explosive winds shook the warehouse as every single person inside the warehouse flew sky high into the air. Judie was an exception. She stopped crying on the ground as she stared in amazement with watery eyes at the incredible spectacle.
Every single pursuer took flight and landed on the ground in a loud thud. None of them got up. They all laid on the floor, some as still as stone and others slightly moving in pain.
Rura slowly got up as she looked at the scene before her. The tears she felt before started to wash away slowly. She looked towards Judie to check if she was okay. To her surprise, Judie was standing with a weak smile on her face. Tear stains filled her face, but she still got up.
She ran over to Rura and gave her a big hug. She released herself after a few seconds and took out two metallic balls to show to Rura. "My broth-er, uses... Th-ese in hi...s games." Judie barely managed to eek out.
Rura took one of the grenades from Judie's hands. "How do... w-e use it?" She asked. She was slightly more stable than Judie at the moment.
Judie then slowly took the pinout of the grenade and chucked it towards the large metallic wall.
"BOOOOOM!" The grenade released a shockwave and a miniature explosion.
They both stared for a few seconds at the aftermath before Rura nodded her head and followed Judie's example.
"BOOOOOM!" A second explosion resounded throughout the warehouse, and the wall fell towards the floor. The little girls scrambled down the mountain of boxes and ran over the felled wall.
They sprinted out of the warehouse and saw a hysterical Anna waving her hands at them!
Rura pulled Judie towards Anna, and they both jumped in the car and zoomed away as Jonathan put the pedal to the metal.

(This is Fantasy. Not Fantasy Romance.) A little wolf-eared girl, thrown into a tragic adventure, separated from her parents and into a different world where she finds many different hardships along her journey. She fights cries and survives the harsh changing world that we all know and love. Stupid Earth...

Cheyane walked down the cold, desolate wintry road keeping as warm as she could until she made it to the heaven that was her one room studio apartment. She instinctively looked behind her every so often out of habit as she let out a misty breath. She made this walk almost everyday for the past three years to her same boring job at the north plaza and back to her apartment.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket as she noticed an odd notification symbol, swiping down to see what the message was she saw that it was just a blank notification. Had she gotten a virus on her phone and not realize it? Was it from that new song she had pirated last night?

Dismissing it for now Cheyane continued walking down the street to her apartment. As she neared the building she noticed a U-haul truck parked close two the entrance and three people unloading it. Why would anyone be moving in at this time of day? She thought to herself as she continued towards the entrance ignoring them for now.

Entering the lobby she headed to her apartment on the third floor where she saw boxes blocking her path as she looked to the open door seeing boxes piled inside. How much stuff did these people have?

"Uhm.. hello?" Cheyane called into the room to try to get the attention of whoever it was inside of the room.  "You kinda blocked the way to my apartment!"

There was a loud shattering noise inside of the room as a tall well built man with starch white hair with vibrant green eyes quickly walked out looking at her and then to the boxes. Cheyane paused for a moment and looked him over. Observing the professional casual look he had going on. Well despite the evident emo phase he had going on with his hair. He was actually a really good looking man. And that was with the standards she had.

"Sorry about that miss. We will get this moved out of your way quickly so just bear with us for a moment. We tried to choose the time with the slowest amount of people trying to enter and leave and seems we still ended up being in someones way." He spoke with a smile of pearly whites and a voice that was heavenly. What was this man?

Cheyane nodded slowly in response as he pulled his phone out making a quick call  as she noticed a sleeve tattoo on his right arm which was an intricate design of swirls and and lines. Hanging up the phone he took a quick glance at her before going and starting to lift the boxes that had made the wall blocking my path.

Eventually two more men walked up the stares quickly nodding to the Cheyane before helping the man with white hair lift the boxes and bring them into the room. After what seemed to be an hour they had finally moved three layers of boxes. She stared at the amount of boxes they had and looked to the room.

"You guys are going to be able to fit all of that into that apartment?" Cheyane found herself asking before she could stop herself, she mentally kicked herself for getting into someones business.

The man with white hair just smiled before holding out his hand. "The name is Salem."

Cheyane just stood there for a moment before slowly taking his hand gently shaking it. "The name is Cheyane. It is a pleasure meeting you." She found herself saying in response. She never had this easy of a time giving her name to a man she had just met. Especially one who would be her next door neighbor. 

"Well hope the move in goes smoothly" She found herself saying as she quickly walked to her door and going inside of her apartment. Leaving the three men in the hall to finish up what they were doing.

Salem looked to the other two that were accompanying him as he let out a sigh before he went into the room which was littered from floor to ceiling with boxes. "How in the hell are we going to find a way to get all of this into this room?" He turned asking the two. "Seriously if one of you two can figure out how to get all of these weapons into the house without it being suspicious you will have officially surprised me." 

"We will figure it out. But in the mean time we will have to go about warding the room to make sure no angels or demons sense your presence in this town. Last thing we need is to have a repeat of Palm Beach." The taller of the two spoke as his accomplice stood there silently. Salem nodded in agreement.

"Well then let's get that done and done in a artistic way. I don't want landlords coming up here thinking I gratified the place. You know how I like it done Davos. And before I forget. Did you get my white leather chair?"

"We got your chair, and we got your other favorites you detailed us on." Davos said as his accomplice nodded a smile forming on Salem's lips.

"Well let's finish moving in before we get noise complaints then shall we?" He said as they went to work on the room quickly getting his furniture set up and the many boxes of weapons arranged in the room. Looking around at the clearer floor space Salem decided to walk and take a seat in his Chair as Davos and his accomplice left for the night. There was something about this place and he had to figure out what it was. Before it was too late.

"Look out!!" shouted Emma as she pulled away the man in front of her. At the same time, the big boxes from the top falling down toward them. Everyone in the garage looked at them when they heard a loud noise.


Emma who managed to grab the man sighed revealed as she saved this person on time. If she was late for a second, then this is surely hit by these big boxes.


"What happened??" asked Alex, approaching Emma and the man who Emma's saved.


"The boxes from the top have fallen down. I managed to pull him before the boxes hit him," said Emma.


Alex looked at the man. 


He is Russell, a clumsy and tall man. Russell scratching his head with an awkward smile toward Alex. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't pull that one. Thank you for saving me."


Emma smiled again. "Emma, my name is Emma..." 

Russell replied with a smile. 


"Well then... If there is no one injured and everything is alright, you two can get back to work. We still need to move these boxes to the hall in one hour," said Alex. 


"Yes, Alex!" 


Alex nodded when the two hunters knew what they had to do. After that, he walked away to see the other boxes.


Emma and Russell then continued to move all the boxes onto the big trolley before another hunter took it to the other hall. These boxes contained food and clothes for the survivors from last night. They will need these to keep surviving in the Royal Organisation until they've been sent to their other family members. 


Emma and Russell keep talking to each other while they move the boxes. There would be a time where a loud laugh comes from them. The other hunter didn't pay much attention to them as they have another job to do. 


After all the boxes had been sent, Russell sighed relieved. His backbone was almost snapped as he kept moving the boxes without stopping. And all the boxes he carried were most of the big boxes. Of course the little boxes would be left for Emma to carry. Russell would not let Emma carry the big boxes since she was a woman and to be precise, almost like a frail woman. How could Russell be so cruel to let a woman carrying a big and heavy box while he was carrying the small one?


"I'm going to get you a drink. You sit over there first and I will bring you the water. Okay??" said Russell. 


Emma shifted her gaze toward the metal chair at the corner of the garage, then Emma looked at Russell again. She smiled as she said, "Okay!" 


Russell walked away with a smile when he heard Emma's words. He thinks that Emma was actually a cheerful person with a free-spirit attitude. She was friendly and it was easy to be friends with her. Besides, she likes to smile and it makes it easy for Russell to approach her. 

Russell thought it was a good idea to be friends with Emma. He never saw anyone who was free-spirited like her.

 

On the other side, Emma was already walking to the metal chair and took a seat. She uses her right hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead. It was a good thing all the big and heavy boxes were carried by Russell. If she is going to carry all that, then she will suffer tonight with her body sore in every inch. Emma doesn't want to suffer like that. 


But even so, Emma is still getting tired after carrying all the small boxes all by herself. 


"I'm so tired!" whispered Emma as she closed her eyes, wanting to take a short nap. 


"Here you are!" 


Emma opened her eyes as she heard someone was offering her something. The first thing she saw after she opened her eyes was a bottle of water in front of her face. Emma tilted her head to look at the person who was kind enough to give her water. 


Elvin only looked at Emma with a blank face as he was waiting for Emma to take the bottle. 


"Thanks." Emma took the bottle and immediately opened the bottle.


Elvin takes a seat beside Emma and slowly watches the girl drinking her water. He can see that Emma was sweating too much as her shirt was wet with her overflowing sweat. 


"You really work that hard. You shouldn't force yourself to work. You have to take a rest," said Elvin, shifting his gaze toward the new lorry that was sent to the garage. 


"It is okay. I like to work here. I don't have anything to do anyway so it's best to waste my time here," said Emma. She put the bottle beside her and leaned over to the chair. 


"In my revision, yesterday's mission was your first time, right? Did you feel it was fun??" asked Elvin. 


"Fun?? Urmm.. Maybe, but I don't feel any fun in it. I'd almost get kidnapped by the vampire if Mark didn't save me. That vampire was stronger than what I think,"said Emma. 


"Seems like you need to learn about fun. Killing a vampire was fun, okay. But I can understand it since this was your first time on the mission. Next time, it would be harder and you couldn't find any fun in it," said Elvin, already grinning. 


"I can find the fun for myself. Anyway, what are you doing here? I didn't see you in the first place," said Emma.


"I just came in here when I saw you sitting alone here. I saw you are the only female who was working hard here."


Emma smiled a little. "Nah, I'm just doing my job here since I don't know what to do next."


"You are done here? So, how about following me to the hall where we give the survivors their food and clothes. I'm sure we can help more people there later," said Elvin.


Upon hearing Elvin's words, Emma suddenly became excited. She looked at Elvin with sparkling-like eyes. She lifted her hands toward her chest and she almost looks like a little child who gets a candy from her mother. The word excited was written all over her face. 


Elvin chuckled when he saw 'the excited' Emma. "Of course."


"Then let's go!!" shouted Emma excitedly as she stood up.


Elvin looked at Emma with a gaped on his mouth. Didn't she just look tired just now? Why did she be so energetic so suddenly? Was she really that happy to be able to help other people?


Emma didn't wait any longer as she took a two step forward than Elvin. But unfortunately her luck was so bad today that she didn't realize she was already stepping onto her untie shoelaces. Without anything to get hold on, Emma fell to the front.


"Arrgghhh!!" Only a scream filled the garage hall.


Emma closed her eyes as she was ready to fall on the floor but then after two minutes, she didn't feel any pain on her body and she realised that she didn't fall straight onto the floor.


Instead, she can feel a strong and muscular hand holding her by the waist. The grip became more tightened when Emma opened her eyes slowly.


As soon as she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the brown chestnut of Elvin's eyes that was watching deeply through her eyes. It seems like he was looking straight into her heart, which made Emma out of breath for a second. Those eyes could really make her melt. Those addicting eyes!


[Good Heaven, please bless me! I'm going to die if he is going to look at me like that again!!!] Emma just blinked many times because she doesn't know what she needs to say. Besides, his face was very close to her face. If she moves any inch again, then their lips surely gonna touch. 


Elvin coughed a little before he pulled Emma until she was in the standing position. 


Emma also coughed to swipe away the awkward feeling. 


"Are you okay? How could you fall like that when there is nothing in front of you."


Emma looked down and saw her shoelace was untied. She frowned a bit. Damn you, shoelace! You make me embarrassed myself in front of him!


>If the shoelace could talk, maybe it would say:Sorry, master. But shouldn't you be happy because you can be in this moment?<


Emma immediately kneeled down on one knee and she tied the shoelace quickly. 


Elvin watched Emma as she just tied up her shoelace without looking at him anymore. When Elvin saw that Emma tied the shoelace in the wrong way, he also kneeled down in front of Emma. 


Emma startled when Elvin suddenly took the shoelace from her hands. She startled for the second time when his forehead touched lightly onto her forehead. Emma could feel that her face became hot, hot like it was burnt by the sunlight. 


"If you tied your shoelace like that, it will untie again. For your safety, you should tie it like this. I'm sure you will not fall again." Elvin continued to tie up the shoelace while Emma watched him there, in a completely frozen state. 


After Elvin tied up the shoelace, he stood up. While Emma standing slowly like how a sloth moving and surely, she was looking somewhere else because of the embarrassing feeling. 


"Thank you," said Emma, shyly. 


If Becky was here, she was the very first girl who would show Emma her vomit reaction. Since when did this girl become so shy? 



"Let's go. I will lead the way. You will follow me from behind." 


Emma nodded at the instruction. 


And then, in a minute they already vanished from the garage.

What would you do if you travel through time into another world, into another dimension? What reaction did you show? And what will you do if the world you travel is the world full of vampire?

The only way to survive and to get home is, to kill the vampire's queen, Queen Marrie.

Nine teenage girls travel through time into the world full of vampire. To get back to their own world, first they must learn how to fight and second, they have to kill Queen Marrie.

With the help of nine other man, they start to learn a fighting skill so that they can kill the vampire's queen.

As time pass by, they fall in love in each other. Talk about romance and sweet moment, here it was begin.

In the end... Can they survived?

Even if they can survived, can they get back to their own world?

Can they keep their identity as a secret until the end?

"Who are you?" Soojin mutters while glaring wide-eyed over the man in front of him. Unknowingly, she grips Mr. Lee's hand tighter from shock and horror.


The news from the television would appear to be true if she's not holding the hand of the man named Mr. Lee Yejoon. She doesn't believe him to be a ghost yet the evidence that the man is dead is as clear as the high-definition television at the store.


"Let me go!!!" Yejoon shouts with his baritone voice at the therapist, stunned by the news from the television. He needs to get out of this place immediately before somebody else could recognize his face.


Lee Yejoon tuggers his arm hard to make the woman drop his hand, but the firm clutch grips him extensively, he can sense his hand begin to feel cold and look pale. 


"A-Are y-you a… a… g-ghost???" The therapist stutters, questioning the man whose face continues to flash on the screen. Her face lost all colors and her light makeup remains which will render her face ghostly if removed from her face.


Passers-by begin to stare at them while they hold each other's hand, some women even blush their cheeks thinking they are displaying their affection in public. The woman continues to glare without blinking her wide dark brown eyes and Yejoon can only think of one way to wake the woman from shock.


He steps ahead until they are a foot apart. Wanting to easily reach the woman's face with his free hand. He lifts his arm and lets his hand touch the smooth cheek of the woman's face. Caressing with his thumb, he gently pinches the therapist's skin and squeezes it tightly between his fingers.


"Yahhhhhhhhh!!!" Soojin exclaims when she feels the pain of her skin being squeezed and pulled away from her cheek.


Her scream did not make the man falter from his action, she dropped the man's palm and let both of her hands try to pull the fingers that are harshly ripping off her right cheek. 


The woman let go of Yejoon's hand, yet the man proceeded to squeeze the soft flesh between his fingers. Something is charming about how the woman squeals in pain and it made him arch his lips into a grin of pleasure.


"Stop it!!! It hurts!!!" Soojin exclaims, tugging the man's hand to let go of her face.


Yejoon realizes he's pinching the therapist's cheek too long, he quickly let it go and whirled his body around to run away from the woman.


"Mr. Lee!!!" Soojin took a few steps forward to follow her client but he was already too far ahead. She touches her cheek where Lee Yejoon squeezes her face tightly and purses her lips feeling the pain of his pinch.


He couldn't be a ghost, Soojin whispers to herself.


As a psychologist, they learn to be skeptical when the subject is about paranormal. There is no convincing evidence to support that entities exist beyond the extent of death. Ghost, poltergeist, spirits, and apparition are all hallucinations of our mind that we use to cope with the loss of someone or memories that haunt us.


Yet, her "ability" makes her a believer. Seeing memories of people around her is like watching a ghost that not only troubles them but hers as well. She knows how frightening it can be to see the truth behind all the lies. The pain hiding underneath the smiles.


One of the reasons why she became a psychologist is to better help her clients to understand themselves. Help them cope and release the ghost that troubles them. Soojin can see memories, no matter how hidden they can be and she can learn the truth about their condition as long as she can touch their skin. She can even see strong memories embedded in objects but it takes a lot of energy for her to do such feats.


Soojin never thinks about her "gift" as a curse. She learns early in life to be careful in involving herself in the visions she sees at people.


An experience that brought her to be alone.


π - π - π


Lee Yejoon dashes as far off as he can, away from the therapist. When he looks over his shoulder to see if the woman is still following her, he bumps hard against a broad-shouldered man holding a few boxes of kimchi and rice in his arms against his chest. The force tosses the boxes off, staining the man's shirt while Yejoon dropped his box of kimchi on the floor.


"I'm sorry," Yejoon pleads. He tries to clean the stained shirt with his hands and walks away but the guy stops him quickly by moving his body to block Yejoon.


"Aren't you going to pay for my food that you bump off my hands, buddy?" The guy asks, sporting a smile on his face but his eyes are fierce and threatening.nt


Yejoon reaches for his wallet in his pocket and opens it to get cash to pay the guy. He estimates how much the food is and counts a few thousand won. The guy grins when he sees the money Yejoon is willing to pay him.


"You look like you are in such a hurry to get away from someone. Who's chasing you?" The guys ask, brushing his chin while peeping at Yejoon's money inside his wallet.


"A woman." Lee Yejoon answers, counting the cash before handing it over to the guy. He's reluctant to give him money but he doesn't want to involve himself in trouble while his face is all over the news.


"Lucky you." The guy replies, accepting the tad of cash and nodding his head while inserting the money into the pocket of his pants.


"And payment for my shirt???" The guy inquires, stretching the part of his tee-shirt that has a circular stain of sauce from the food boxes. "You know this is expensive. I bought this in Thailand. It values more in sentimentality."


Yejoon opens up his wallet again and takes all the cash he has. He didn't count how much won it is, what matters is he gets rid of the guy who starts to annoy him. "Here. That's all I have." He says.


"Thank you, buddy." The guy lifts the money he gave and walks past him, leaving Yejoon shaking his head off and staring at the man that scammed him.


Yejoon went back to the parking lot without his food he bought and without money when he saw the same man he bumped into a few minutes ago with a woman on the street not far away from the parking lot. He has a different shirt but with the same kimchi stain, he had on his shirt. Studying the scene, he discovers the boxes on the ground are empty, and when the woman takes her wallet out, Yejoon understands who the man is.


A con artist.


After the woman gave the money, Yejoon followed the guy who walked into a narrow street corner where the trash of food boxes are on the floor. He takes off his shirt and throws them in the trash can and grabs a new one from the bag he carries on his back. Then, he picks up a box on the floor and drips his shirt with leftover sauce. 


After smearing the sauce around his chest, he picks a few boxes and neatly arranges them to carry on his chest, covering the smudged stain that he put in there himself. Before he leaves the narrow street, the lamp of the streetlights flickers and a man suddenly appears bumping his body against him.


"Oh, sorry," Yejoon says, banging into the man's chest that made the guy drop the boxes on the floor and reveal the shirt with stains.


"We bump into each other again." The man cackles scratching his head.


Yejoon nods and fixes the black cap on his head. He took off the glasses on his face and simply hid them at the back of his pants. Then he helps the guy pick up the boxes on the floor. They are light and empty like the ones he saw when the scammer bumps the woman.


"Thanks, buddy! If we see each other again, I'll think we are soulmates." The guy says taking the boxes from Lee Yejoon's hand. When the guy stares at the face of the helpful man, he drops the boxes again on the floor.

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The scammers' eyes become wide protruding out of the socket as the white that encircles the irises become visible from the horror that he's witnessing. He blinked a few times to make the image go away from his sight but what he was seeing didn't change even if he rubs his fingers on his eyes.


The scammer steps back, his mouth is open and quivering. He wanted to say something yet he found himself scrambling for words to say. When the mirage took a pace forward, the scammer almost shrieks and falls on his butt. His pale face and lips begin to move and plead when he notices that the apparition is floating from its feet.


"I-I… I-I'm sorry..." The scammer continues to waddle back, he scurries to get the money out of pocket and throws it on the phantom before running away.


"You think I'm going to let you go." The specter says. His rough voice sounds deep echoing through the concrete walls of the narrow street.


[+Horror +Mystery +Romance]
CoverArt by Sendaline_16

Do you believe in omens? Or curses? What if you met someone who carries the weight of a curse for a thousand years? 

Han Soojin created an ordinary life for herself, working as a therapist on a small clinic in the city. When a patient comes in with strange questions about himself.

It was bizarre and Soojin felt it.

The mystery behind her patient pushed her to follows him one night after recognizing him walking down the street. At the corner of the road, Soojin confronted him. But the answer to her questions brought more puzzling thoughts when she found out he was dead and murdered before meeting him.

Is she seeing a ghost?

Then why did his palm felt warm on her hand as she pulled him close?

©Next chapter will be *xddddd* I'll tell you that®

"the hell?"

He managed to slip through inside the building using his skill shadow step, the grey angel also followed him by going down the whirlpool of fire then appearing from another whirlpool but this time it's inside the building. As he emerged from the shadows he opened his eyes and stumbled upon something interesting, so much so that Ferris's attention got hooked almost immediately. Giant blackboards that required ladders to climb were chaotically scattered around a large room with each of them filled with math stuff that could make your brain go instantly numb from all the numbers your brain takes in just by looking at it.

If you're an adult who has experienced math class before then you'd certainly get some pretty horrible flashbacks, the blackboards were filled with numbers and random fancy symbols that almost seemed to be runes. The ground was littered with books relating to mathematics and maybe a couple science stuff like physics or quantum mechanics none of which Ferris knew or even heard about. It seems like the person who filled all of those innocent blackboards with an endless supply of chalk must be sniffing some weird white powder, that's probably chalk powder well who knows.

(if this is what people learn in college then I'd kill myself on the first day..) he thought while thanking God that he didn't went to college

Just as he went behind one of the large blackboards he saw a man standing on a ladder while writing in ridiculous speeds, luckily his body instantly reacted by quickly and quietly hiding.

"damn, if only chalks lasted a bit more.. Hey! You there, behind the blackboard... get me a few chalks will ya?" the man asked

Ferris was sure that he moved like a sneaky cat, making little to no noise. His eyes stretched open and his swallowed his nervous saliva, he was too distracted by the giant blackboards so he didn't really bother to check for any magical presence nearby. He didn't move one bit and he activated his stealth as well just to make sure, maybe he called for a colleague? He thought. He waited and waited and the man who called for him got a bit impatient.

"I know your hiding behind there! Now be a kind lad and help an old man out like me by getting the chalk" 

Ferris slowly and cautiously went out from the shadows and disabled his stealth. 

"how do you know I was here?" Ferris asked 

"chit chat later. Math goes first now get me the chalk"

Ferris was surprised about the man's reaction, a stranger coming in without permission would certainly set off some red flags but the man didn't react to much, instead he began ordering the stranger around as if Ferris was like a teacher's pet. Ferris for what ever reason did as he was told, he threw a few chalks at the man and he catched them all with ease like a professional catcher. Without hesitation the man immediately went back to what ever he was doing while Ferris simply stood there without any words to say.

There's no word or sentence that Ferris could think to describe the situation he was pulled into, he couldn't talk to him since the old man was busy writing equations or something, all he could do was simply wait to see what happens.

"?" 

After the weird encounter with the old man, his senses was actually being used passively so he sensed a magical presence approaching from a door not to far from where he's at. It was small so it clearly wasn't a threat, but who could this new person be? Maybe another man that's equally or more weird than the first man Ferris just met. All in all he was still down to see who it is.

"nNngh... Dad.. Where do I put this"

A girl that carried boxes of chalk, some coffee powder and some biscuits, all contained in boxes. The boxes stacked up to the point that it was even taller than her, her face was covered but her tiny female strength can only hold so much weight. Her legs shook as she let out high pitched grunts since she was a girl.

"oi, be a gentlemen and help my daughter" the man said while still writing in ridiculous speeds

Ferris was a little shocked again when the man ordered him again but he had the urge to do it, it seems like his adoptive father's teaching of being nice was tightly locked in his mind like a screw, Ferris followed his orders again. the tall stack of boxes was tipping from side to side like a ship in a heavy rainstorm, if this isn't stopped then the chalks inside the boxes would fall and most likely break and make a mess of solid milk on the ground.

"there... is it fine now?" Ferris asked as he took some of the boxes and effortlessly carried more than half of it

"ah..yes thank you" she said

Her face was in view now, she had a long yellow hair that reached her back, a pair of large round glasses. Her face was the definition of pure, she had a well kept body and a nicely sized pair of

"there!" the man interrupted

He suddenly stopped writing, it seemed like he was satisfied for now so he slowly made his way down the ladder like a kid climbing off a very tall tree, actually he didn't climb down, he actually slid down to cut alot of time but that doesn't matter because Ferris has some questions to be answered or rather, Ferris is ganna be the one being questioned.

                                 [End]

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