A collection of self-written poems in Filipino, English, and a little bit of French

A collection of self-written poems in Filipino (Volume I), English (Volume II), and a little bit of French (Volume III)

Sharing the world through poetry. Art should cultivate love, the self, and the society.

I also post these on IG @Je_personify

this is a collection of poems written by me about different themes and with different points of view about the life, the love, hate, loneliness and much more. 
this collection of poems would be in Spanish and English.

just a collection of sad and short poems written by me

This is an ongoing, ever - changing collection of short and meaningful poems.

A mass murderer is on the loose, feeding on the life forces of his victims with the hope that it will make him immortal. To stop him, a coven of witches must team up with a group of mortal magicians.

Have we ever thought about the meaning of a promise? A person we give promise, or something that we promise that makes it very meaningful?

Inspired by the true story that happened in parts of West Bandung and Purwakarta.

The beauty of togetherness Aris with friends in the youth, and Kirana romance behind the nature splendor of Tanah Merah, the stretch of the Cisomang railway bridge, and the earth charm of the Cirata PLTA. Destiny mutually unite them in a fulfillment of promises.

Friendship with love tells each other in the romance of life and death of young people.

October 10th, Sunday…
Qiao Liang had published the first episode of Repent and be Saved's complete walkthrough. Satisfied, he refreshed the browser, reading the entertaining netizens' comments and waiting for the video to gain popularity. 
The comments section was going crazy. 
"So fast!" 
"It's finally here. I'm so happy!" 
"Ah, Old Qiao's video is finally out. I'll like it first to show my support!"
"Old Qiao's train of thought is very clear while playing the game. He really has thoroughly researched it." 
"Indeed, Old Qiao has done his homework well. He tried to experience the game from the perspective of a lousy player and displayed great techniques to progress in the game, even in the difficult areas. This is really useful!" 
"How professional! We also see a lot of foreshadowing of the plot. I'll give you 66 likes!" 
"My brain: I know now! My hand: No, you don't." 
"I feel like I'm playing a completely different game from Teacher Qiao. Why does it look so easy for him?" 
The netizens were bootlicking Qiao Liang; he could not help but feel pleased with himself. 
I produce professional game commentaries; how can others compare to me? 
Qiao Liang was very happy with the episode he had just produced. 
It was not a video meant to show off his amazing gaming skills. Instead, it was meant to take the perspective of ordinary players. He was aiming to show them an easier way for gamers to complete the game. 
Of course, Qiao Liang would save a new file every time he met special monsters. This allowed him to show different ways of progressing through the area, so that his viewers could pick whichever suited them best. 
There were other interesting things about the video, such as the hidden details and Easter eggs in the game, the testing of the official novel's plot, and Qiao Liang's opinion on the unclear parts of the game's storyline.
Qiao Liang watched the quickly-rising number of fans, feeling gratified and elated. 
Whom should he thank? 
Boss Pei, of course! 
If Boss Pei had not invited Qiao Liang to Jingzhou to test the game in advance, how could he have been so much faster than other UP Masters?
Qiao Liang could not help but imagine himself still suffering and stumbling through the game if Boss Pei had not invited him to play it earlier than everyone else. Maybe he would be half-dead by now! 
How else could I refer to myself as Boss Pei's loved one?! 
Not only did he invite me to play the game in advance, but he also edited the game based on my feedback. I contributed to the game's success, didn't I? 
Looking at the bigger picture, can I call myself the 'assistant designer' of Repent and be Saved? Or should I call myself the 'special tester of Repent and be Saved'? 
Hehe, they're both not wrong! 
Qiao Liang began interacting with his fans by randomly picking a few comments to reply to. 
Soon, the video—termed by the audience as 'the best video of October'—rose up in ranks through the charts. It first appeared on the ranking board of the games channel… and then on the ranking board for content across Aili Island! 
Qiao Liang scanned the videos on the ranking board and saw a familiar UP Master's name. 
It was Hao Shuaiqi! 
His video was titled 'When a Foreign UP Master Livestreams Repent and be Saved on Link Live'. 
His video was still gaining popularity at the moment, and it was following closely behind Qiao Liang's walkthrough. 
"Eh, this brother is quite efficient. Let me see how our foreign friend is doing." 
Qiao Liang clicked on the video. 
He had to say that Hao Shuaiqi lived up to his name—he was quite charming[1]. He gave off a foolish vibe, and he looked like someone who knew how to entertain others. 
This foreign, energetic fellow had edited the recording of his livestream on Link Live, added special effects and subtitles, and then uploaded it on Aili Island. 
It was obvious that Hao Shuaiqi had taken a completely different path from Teacher Qiao with his video. 
Teacher Qiao's video was a walkthrough. It was not fast-paced, but it was rich in content. He had planned the entire process and filmed everything according to the script. He needed to cause his viewers to feel like the game was quite simple. 
Hao Shuaiqi's video was a different story. It was filmed in one take and was naturally filled with scenes of him being killed by various different monsters. In one livestream alone, he could be killed by the same monster several times. Hao Shuaiqi edited these death scenes to make his video more entertaining. 
Hao Shuaiqi had written 'he died' on his own epitaph. Coupled with his expressions as caught by the camera, his video showed viewers shadows of themselves playing the game. It was quite explosive.
From the bullet screen comments, Qiao Liang could tell that Hao Shuaiqi's viewers remained extremely happy even though he kept dying. 
"Hahaha, the streamer died again."
"He's me; there's no doubt about it." 
"The 'he died' message is so smart."
"I suggest that the livestreamer change the words on the epitaph to 'lousy' on your second try. The effect will be outstanding!" 
"Tengda Games has brought glory to our country?!" 
"He's making our foreign friends suffer and hurting international relations!" 
"Cause of death: 'this monster doesn't look that powerful'." 
"I came from Teacher Qiao's video. I'm eating one dish twice over—the entertainment effect is so explosive!"
"This is strange. When I tried this game on my own, I got so frustrated that I kept smashing my controller. Why am I having so much fun watching others play it, then?" 
"Please, Hao Shuaiqi. Look for a coach. I can't watch this any longer!" 
Hao Shuaiqi had an online dictionary opened in a browser, and a huge physical dictionary set up next to him. Each time he met with words he did not understand in the game, he would look them up. 
In order to prevent foreigners from falling for the game, Pei Qian added a lot of poetry and ancient Mandarin into the game. He even hid riddles that would unlock secondary plot details. 
Although Qiao Liang's knowledge of ancient Mandarin was not great, he did know a bit. At the very least, he could guess what was happening in the game. 
However, someone like Hao Shuaiqi would have a much tougher time. Often, he failed to find the words he was looking for in the dictionaries. He had no choice but to ask his friends and passionate viewers for assistance. 
Nevertheless, each time Hao Shuaiqi uncovered the meaning behind a certain poem or riddle, he would become particularly excited and feel an overwhelming sense of achievement. 
Pei Qian thought about hiding the riddles in ancient poems—that would have been more ruthless. However, it would also have required a lot more work. That was why Pei Qian gave up; there was simply no way they could do it! 
Even literature majors did not take courses on writing ancient poetry. Even if Pei Qian did manage to force fresh graduates to write poems for the game, the poems would be a far cry from classic ancient poems. 
Also, Ma Yiqun and Zhu Xingan were busy writing the game's plot. They did not have the time or energy to weigh each word and produce meaningful poems.
That was why they picked out relatively neglected but deep poems that fit into the context of the game and forced them into the storyline. 
With the help of his physical and online dictionaries, Hao Shuaiqi expended a lot of effort solving these riddles. 
Each time, he would explain the meaning behind these riddles and be praised with comments like 'woo', 'lol', or 'awesome'. 
There were no bullet screen comments on Link Live, but the audience could still post their comments in real-time as the livestream progressed. That was how they interacted with the host. 
Hao Shuaiqi also very considerately recorded his foreign viewers' comments and translated the meaning behind these comments periodically. These were to be displayed at the end of the video. 
Take this episode for example. He displayed a couple of comments from his foreign viewers at the end. 
"This is a very meaningful game. I wish there were more games like that!" 
"Can anyone tell me where I can purchase this game?" 
"It looks like this game was really created for players; it is quite enlightening." 
"It looks rich in content. The hand sensitivity and graphics are not bad, too. I can't wait to see more content!" 
"We need English!" 
"We need Japanese!" 
Qiao Liang could not help but smile as he read these comments. 
"He could refer to his dictionary and play the game at the same time? It's about time to let our friends from overseas suffer! Speaking of which, the game is so hardcore. It's no wonder that foreigners are becoming fond of it. 
"I'll give him a like." 
Qiao Liang shared Hao Shuaiqi's video, pleased that they could ride on each other's fame. 
… 
At Tengda Games…
Li Yada saw the backend figures for Repent and be Saved and then scanned the game's ratings and comments on TPDb. Satisfied, she nodded. 
Mm, everything was thriving!
The backend figures were increasing steadily. While the sales volume increased, the refund rate decreased. Before, it had been over 20%; now, it was less than 10%. 
The game's ratings on TPDb were also constantly changing. Now, it had an overall rating of 8.1, but it looked like this figure would continue to increase in the near future. 
The most important part of all of these was that the media reviews would be released in a few days. 
In order for the local games media to review this game, everyone in the editing team had to complete it. 
Repent and be Saved was extremely difficult, and the games media staff were but human. Since they could not complete the game in such a short period, they naturally decided against writing a review for the game. Thus, Repent and be Saved still had zero games media reviews so far. 
If a few media platforms rated the game highly, the ratings on TPDb would increase for sure. 
"Boss Pei can indeed devise plans while in the tent. He has not come to the office for two days, and yet the game is developing just as he expected. Indeed, he is a confident man." 
Li Yada could not help but feel moved. 
Once again, she browsed the comments section. It was then that she realized many new, popular comments. 
"We need English!" 
The comments looked about the same, and they came one after another. However, the users posting these comments were different. 
Li Yada paused for a moment, stunned. 
At first, she had thought that someone was playing a trick on them. After all, they had not advertised the game online. Why would foreigners be interested in it? 
However, on closer inspection, she realized there were many similar comments. 
Li Yada looked further into these comments and verified their sources. 
These users had been directed here by a UP Master on Aili Island named Hao Shuaiqi. Hao Shuaiqi had livestreamed himself playing Repent and be Saved. That was how the game caught the foreigners' attention. 
It looked like these viewers were quite eager, too. However, Repent and be Saved would be way too difficult for people who did not understand Mandarin to complete. These people would have no choice but to give up solving the riddles in the game. 
Li Yada pondered for a moment and decided to report the matter to Boss Pei. 
After all, the overseas market was vast. 
They could spend some money getting the game translated. Once they produced an English version, they could hire a foreign publisher to market it overseas. That would help them generate more profit. 
At that thought, Li Yada decided to give Boss Pei a call. 
Translating the game and looking for foreign publishers were no minor tasks. Both required money. Li Yada had to ask Boss Pei to make the final call. 
"I'll ask Boss Pei for guidance and see if he's interested in producing an English version."
[1] 'Hao Shuaiqi' means 'very charming' in Mandarin.


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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Unaware that he had been betrayed by his girlfriend, Qin Guan was making financial plans for the holidays.
"Shall we go to the cinema tomorrow? ‘Heroes’ will be in theaters in North America."
"Which one do you want to watch first?"
Both of his films were being distributed by Miramax. One of them was a foreign film introduced in North America, while the other was an indie film. Miramax had assigned different significance to the two of them.
Qin Guan wasn’t concerned about that. Shrugging, he said, "We can watch ‘Heroes’ at the nearby cinema, then watch ‘Confessions of a Dangerous Mind’ the next day."
Cong Nianwei stared at Qin Guan with a meaningful expression in her eyes. "So they are in theaters on different days?"
"Of course. Don't look at me like that. I’m melting..."
"Stop!"
It was wonderful to be back home.
The next day, Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei went to the cinema with Sister Xue’s tickets.
The Chinese commercial film had been publicized in North America for a whole month. The American youth paid to see the film thanks to their love for Jet Li. They were also curious about the mysterious Asian film.
The first screening started at nine o’clock in the morning. It seemed that the cinema was confident about the film.
The big screen turned on. About 60% of the average-sized theater was occupied, which was a gratifying achievement.
Cong Nianwei was interested in the film, but Qin Guan was nervous.
It was easy for a Chinese audience to enjoy a foreign film with an English audio and Chinese subtitles. Fans of American, Korean and Japanese TV shows were a good example of this.
 American people couldn’t follow subtitles though.
 In the film, actors were shouting at each other in Chinese, and the emperor was giving a lesson to the audience in standard Mandarin. The English subtitles were flashing by quickly at the bottom of the screen.
Qin Guan's reading ability was enough to read them, but the young people around him were frowning.
"What is he talking about?"
"No idea. The subtitles are too fast."
Idioms were extremely important, but English sentences were always too long. In half an hour, the confused audience began to leave. Cong Nianwei was worried. "What's the matter?" she whispered to Qin Guan.
Qin Guan tried to comfort her. "We’ll just rely on the reviews tomorrow and the box office statistics."
To their delight, most of the audience stayed till the end of the film. Qin Guan couldn't control public opinion, but he would definitely buy some newspapers the next day.
As they walked out of the cinema, Cong Nianwei burst into laughter and pointed to his lips. "You look strange with that beard on!"
Qin Guan smiled in reply. No matter how much facial hair he had on, he would always be a good actor.
The two of them walked home chatting and laughing. The next day, Qin Guan bought some shrimp wontons from a Chinese restaurant for breakfast and bought some newspapers on the way home.
When he returned, Cong Nianwei had prepared some round pancakes. She put a plate of pickles on the table as Qin Guan finished the newspapers.
The box office of the opening day had been more than 100 million dollars. His film was at the top of the weekend box office.
This was an uncommon achievement during the summer, but the reviews were much more interesting than the box office.
The audience was divided. Qin Guan’s fans were crazy about the film, while his haters couldn't wait to diss it.
The mainstream media talked very highly of the film. They thought it was as mysterious as Chinese culture and wanted to travel among China’s beautiful mountains and rivers, which were as beautiful as Wonderland.
Each scene was meaningful, and each actor left a memorable impression. Their words were as elegant as poems, expressing the essence of Chinese culture and philosophy.
Some reviews came from prestigious art lovers and insiders of the film circle, including directors, photographers and producers. Everyone thought it was an outstanding visual feast.
Of course, some people, who were fans of Jet Li, were fond of popular Kung Fu stars.
There was also a group of people who disliked the film. They ranked it with an F, which was the lowest possible rating.
Most young people hated it. They couldn't follow the dialogue and had no idea what was going on. What does the director want to say? That the ancient Chinese could fly in the sky?


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

अभिव्यंजना is a Sanskrit / Hindi word which means 'expression of ideas, thoughts and feelings'.
I am a blogger, author, musician and a poet. I write in Hindi, Urdu and English. This particular book is for my Hindi Poems. I also plan to publish another one especially for my English Poem Collection.
I created my first poem when I was in 6th grade / class. It was year 2000. It was a silly one of course. The first poem that won me a prize was " Plantation" (Hindi Poem) and "Adventures of India" ( an English Poem) in 2003 while I was in High School in a Rural Town.

Later I posted some poems in my blog, and at the request of a few Readers created a Separate Blog titled 'Abhivyanajanaa' www.abhivyanjanaa.blogspot.com 
I decided to share my poems here to see the response based on which I may write Novels and Short Stories in Hindi as well.

After the Norman conquest of England in 1066, the written form of the Anglo-Saxon language became less common. Under the influence of the new aristocracy, French became the standard language of courts, parliament, and polite society. As the invaders integrated, their language and literature mingled with that of the natives, and the Norman dialects of the ruling classes became Anglo-Norman. From then until the 12th century, Anglo-Saxon underwent a gradual transition into Middle English. Political power was no longer in English hands, so that the West Saxon literary language had no more influence than any other dialect and Middle English literature was written in the many dialects that corresponded to the region, history, culture, and background of individual writers.[19]

In this period religious literature continued to enjoy popularity and Hagiographies were written, adapted and translated: for example, The Life of Saint Audrey, Eadmer's (c. 1060 – c. 1126).[20] At the end of the 12th century, Layamon in Brut adapted the Norman-French of Wace to produce the first English-language work to present the legends of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table.[21] It was also the first historiography written in English since the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle.


Middle English Bible translations, notably Wycliffe's Bible, helped to establish English as a literary language. Wycliffe's Bible is the name now given to a group of Bible translations into Middle English that were made under the direction of, or at the instigation of, John Wycliffe. They appeared between about 1382 and 1395.[22] These Bible translations were the chief inspiration and cause of the Lollard movement, a pre-Reformation movement that rejected many of the teachings of the Roman Catholic Church.

Another literary genre, that of Romances, appears in English from the 13th century, with King Horn and Havelock the Dane, based on Anglo-Norman originals such as the Romance of Horn (ca. 1170),[23] but it was in the 14th century that major writers in English first appeared. These were William Langland, Geoffrey Chaucer and the so-called Pearl Poet, whose most famous work is Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.[24]

Langland's Piers Plowman (written ca. 1360–87) or Visio Willelmi de Petro Plowman (William's Vision of Piers Plowman) is a Middle English allegoricalnarrative poem, written in unrhymed alliterative verse.[25]

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight is a late 14th-century Middle English alliterative romance. It is one of the better-known Arthurian stories of an established type known as the "beheading game". Developing from Welsh, Irish and English tradition, Sir Gawain highlights the importance of honour and chivalry. Preserved in the same manuscript with Sir Gawayne were three other poems, now generally accepted as the work of the same author, including an intricate elegiac poem, Pearl.[26] The English dialect of these poems from the Midlands is markedly different from that of the London-based Chaucer and, though influenced by French in the scenes at court in Sir Gawain, there are in the poems also many dialect words, often of Scandinavian origin, that belonged to northwest England.[26]


Middle English lasted until the 1470s, when the Chancery Standard, a London-based form of English, became widespread and the printing press started to standardise the language. Chaucer is best known today for The Canterbury Tales. This is a collection of stories written in Middle English (mostly in verse although some are in prose), that are presented as part of a story-telling contest by a group of pilgrims as they travel together from Southwark to the shrine of St Thomas Becket at Canterbury Cathedral. Chaucer is a significant figure in the development of the legitimacy of the vernacular, Middle English, at a time when the dominant literary languages in England were still French and Latin.

At this time, literature in England was being written in various languages, including Latin, Norman-French, and English: the multilingual nature of the audience for literature in the 14th century is illustrated by the example of John Gower (c. 1330 – October 1408). A contemporary of William Langland and a personal friend of Chaucer, Gower is remembered primarily for three major works: the Mirroir de l'Omme, Vox Clamantis, and Confessio Amantis, three long poems written in Anglo-Norman, Latin and Middle English respectively, which are united by common moral and political themes.[27]

Significant religious works were also created in the 14th century, including those of Julian of Norwich (ca. 1342 – ca. 1416) and Richard Rolle. Julian's Revelations of Divine Love (about 1393) is believed to be the first published book written by a woman in the English language.[28]

A major work from the 15th century is Le Morte d'Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory, which was printed by Caxton in 1485.[29]This is a compilation of some French and English Arthurian romances, and was among the earliest books printed in England. It was popular and influential in the later revival of interest in the Arthurian legends.[30]

Medieval theatre

In the Middle Ages, drama in the vernacular languages of Europe may have emerged from enactments of the liturgy. Mystery plays were presented in the porches of cathedrals or by strolling players on feast days. Miracle and mystery plays, along with morality plays(or "interludes"), later evolved into more elaborate forms of drama, such as was seen on the Elizabethan stages. Another form of medieval theatre was the mummers' plays, a form of early street theatre associated with the Morris dance, concentrating on themes such as Saint George and the Dragon and Robin Hood. These were folk tales re-telling old stories, and the actors travelled from town to town performing these for their audiences in return for money and hospitality.[31]

Mystery plays and miracle plays are among the earliest formally developed plays in medieval Europe. Medieval mystery plays focused on the representation of Bible stories in churches as tableaux with accompanying antiphonal song. They developed from the 10th to the 16th century, reaching the height of their popularity in the 15th century before being rendered obsolete by the rise of professional theatre.[32]


19th century engraving of a performance from the Chester mystery play cycle.

There are four complete or nearly complete extant English biblical collections of plays from the late medieval period. The most complete is the York cycle of 48 pageants. They were performed in the city of York, from the middle of the 14th century until 1569.[33] Besides the Middle English drama, there are three surviving plays in Cornish known as the Ordinalia.[34]

Having grown out of the religiously based mystery plays of the Middle Ages, the morality play is a genre of medieval and early Tudor theatrical entertainment, which represented a shift towards a more secular base for European theatre.[35] Morality plays are a type of allegory in which the protagonist is met by personifications of various moralattributes who try to prompt him to choose a godly life over one of evil. The plays were most popular in Europe during the 15th and 16th centuries.[36]

The Somonyng of Everyman (The Summoning of Everyman) (c. 1509 – 1519), usually referred to simply as Everyman, is a late 15th-century English morality play. Like John Bunyan's allegory Pilgrim's Progress (1678), Everyman examines the question of Christian salvation through the use of allegorical characters.[

this is made for the purpose of getting the authors badge  at any rate I'll just compile world literature

"Two Days" continuously said the young one armed man sitting on a shabby bed. He felt like someone was holding a sword right on top of his head.

'I'm definitely not going to survive without help...'

The sole idea of being alone, in this cut throat world for an entire year with the mental capacity of a two year old was chilling. Prometheus didn't think that just because the village had helped him after the attack of the bandits they would also care about him for an entire year after he began to behave like a mentally impeded child.

Not even in a aristocratic house they would do something like that. Probably in a royal family they would keep you and try to sold you of to connect the family to some rich merchant clan, but that was only because of the royal title. 

Poor people? They would probably kill him themselves and feel good about it.

This was what he thought at least. He wasn't an expert on poor people living in Illusory Thunder. In fact he didn't know much about how poor people lived in Illusory Thunder. Yes, he was from here, but didn't even know what region of the world was the one he was reborn in. 

Illusory Thunder was a huge world after all.

Just take the kingdom where he was born in his first life, the Illuria Kingdom, as example: first, it was only one of the fifty-eight regions of the Luma Empire. Comparing it to a country from Earth, the Illuria Kingdom was about the size of modern day Russia. Even so, it was only one of the smallest region of the Empire. Plus, the Empire itself was only a small power in the North-East of Atlante, the Central and only Continent in Illusory Thunder. All around, spread the tumultuous Sage Sea and even farther there was the legendary Crown of Fire, an impassable mount range dominated by the most powerful organizations in the whole Illusory Thunder.

'Yes, that's about all what I remember about this world' considered the young man, trying to recall other information about Illusory Thunder that could help him.

For the moment, everything he remembered proved to be completely useless. He was a prince in his first life, after all. He didn't have much common sense knowledge. He knew a bit of general geography, lots of history about his own Illuria Kingdom and the Empire it served, and could recite and explain tons of poems and literary works. That was it. 

He had no real skill, nor he had been trained on how to find help while being a complete destitute.

In his first life, most of his time had been spent preparing to marry inside the Imperial Family. Ah yes, he - Prince Seven- had been chosen by the Emperor himself to be the husband of his third daughter. It was because of a weird celestial sign that seemingly connected with the one that appeared when the princess was born. And again, yes: they were born in the same day. 

Weird stuff. But not the weirdest thing that ever happened to him.

So, the Emperor decided that he had to marry his daughter. Probably that was the reason he was killed in the first place. 

In the seventeen years of his first life, he only learned about good manners and the history of the Empire. He was also forced to memorized poems and other literary works, when his royal family discovered that the imperial princess was passionate about those things. Him? Oh, he hated that with all his heart.  

Not being able to cultivate, his parents forced him to stay always inside the castle, fearing that some other power would try to assassinate him. 

Well, they were kinda right. However, even staying holed up inside his royal castle didn't save him from death. A death that probably occurred while he was sleeping, as he didn't remember it at all.

Which was a thing that Prometheus had always been grateful of. Just imagining how much disturbing would it be to remember his own assassination made him shiver. How could somebody peacefully live remembering their own death? 

Especially one caused by a wife that they never met. How would you be able to ever form a meaningful relationship with such a disturbing memory?

Prometheus laughed lightly.

'Marriage killed me... hahaha... wait?' 

The young man suddenly stopped laughing, his face freezing in a strange expression for a couple of minutes. 

'I'm a genius' 

"A GENIUS" he exclaimed his face brimming with joy.

He just had an incredible idea, something that would allow him to survive an entire year without being left to die.

"... marriage"

He mumbled. His eyes suddenly opened wide and he bounced up from the bed, his body exploding with new energy. This was an incredible idea! 

"HAHAHAHA, YES MARRIAGE!" 

He screamed with passion, hope returning to lift his spirit. That was a genius idea! Why didn't he think about it before? There were plenty of poems and myths were the hero lost his mind for a period of time and was cared about by his wife.

Yes, they were only literature, but stories had some truth on them.

"HAHAHA, Prometheus you are truly a genius!" he exclaimed loudly, slapping his tight.

"Mmm? A genius? Who's this Prometheus?" 

A vibrant voice came out from the door. Looking at it, Prometheus saw a tall fit girl with flaming short red hair. Her dark eyes looked at him with curiosity as she entered the room.

'Who the fuck is she?' 

Seeing that the maimed young man completely silent, the girl seemed to be offended. "Ehy, dummy! I asked you a question!" she said angrily, moving closer to the bed.

'System!'

An black interface appeared around the pretty face of the girl, enclosing it in a frame of some sort and displaying a multitude of information about her in black boxes around it.

[Name: Syndra]
[Surnames: Flower Picker, Firehead Syndy]
[Age: 16]
[...]

Lots of information remembered Prometheus about who she was and what relationship she had with the predecessor owner of his body: she was his best friend and hunt companion.

'Best friend?'

Prometheus looked at the girl more closely: she clearly was a beauty. The tomboy kind. A flash passed between his eyes, as he tried to think about the information that he read about her before. 

'Fuck, I should have payed more attention!'

Maybe was the confusion caused by his recent inter-dimensional travel from Earth to Illusory Thunder, maybe it was the panic of having so little time before becoming a retard or maybe was his mind regression having an effect on his memory, but he couldn't remember much about the things that he read just not too long ago about her.

'What the hell?'

[Short term memory compromised by the decreasing of consciousness] informed him the system, with the weird english-french accent.

'Fuck! This is broken! I hate this system! I should be invincible and have free packs of super useful stuff, not getting a useless lizard tattoo and fucking Alzheimer!'

"Hey silly, I'm talking to you!" said the red haired girl, putting an arm on her side while stopping right in front of the bed. 

"Oh sorry, I was distracted" nervously said Prometheus, trying to gain time. At the same time he ordered the system: ' System! Was Sif close with this girl? Not friendship close... I mean, very close...'

[Please provide examples of "very close"] asked the System.

'Damn you stupid thing! You are truly useless... you know... walking under the moon or some thing like that...' started the youth, thinking of some random things that could rapidly confirm to him that they really were childhood sweethearts. '...or doing thing naked together' he immediately added after thinking of it. 

[Indeed, Sif and Sydra have talked many times under the moon and bathed naked together in numerous occasion] revealed the system.

Prometheus eyes lit up with surprise, but then he thought about it more and realized that it was probably things that happened when they were children. 'Yeah probably when they were younger... no, I'm talking about recent stuff!'

[The most recent time was 3 days and 13 hours before the bandit assault] responded the System.

'Oh? That's... amazing! I don't even need to work on it!' Prometheus almost couldn't hold back from exploding in laughter at the news.

'Fuck it, if the power of the mc is disgusting but at least I have the childhood love interest that can help me stay safe.' thought the Illuria prince. He just needed to ask her without rising any suspicion. Maybe he didn't even need to marry her in the end. 

'No, I still need to make it sure!' he decided after a moment of thought. What would happen if someone else tried to take her hand or some other crazy thing like that? In this world she was already supposed to be married. 

"Ahaha, of course... I was just in awe of you beauty Syndra, you look amazing today" confidently said Prometheus, after having received confirmation about their relationship from the system why would he feel nervous? 

"Uh? Good, you clearly are feeling better today, at least your brain is surely working better" said the girl with a radiant smile. She seemed pretty happy about the compliment. 

'I'm saved! The Heavens truly do have eyes!'

Thanks to the Beast Master System, Prometheus can bind any creature to his will and use their strength to fight and improve his cultivation base.

His journey will take him from being the son of a simple commoner hunter, to the greatest Beast Master ever existed.

Ah, did I told you that this isn't his first reincarnation? Yes, he has plenty of old enemies to take care of.

Cover by Halycoon.

----- Content of The Novel ----
Cultivation, System, Vengeance, Wedding Contract, Slaves, Pet Army, Artifact Forging, Kingdom Building, Weak-To-Strong, Merchants, Magical Beasts, Academy


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