Tyler couldn't understand why Dean was behaving like this. If he were still in the previous world, David would've just blurted out everything in his mind like a talkative person and asked him already about what made him cry. And if Tyler had refused to say anything, the person playing the male lead would've teased him until he uttered the truth.
The male lead in the previous world was more bold, blunt, talkative, and even shy at times.
But Dean was more preserved. He seemed like he was hiding many things that he didn't want to share with anyone, not even Tyler. He also appeared to maintain a distance with Tyler, always standing a foot away. And even if Tyler hid something, the other person wouldn't bug him as David would. Dean would just ignore him, minding his own business.
Had Tyler been wrong with assuming that the person playing Dean and David was the same?
But if he wasn't the same person, then why was he able to OOC like this the moment Tyler entered the world?
Was there more than one person who played the male leads' role, just like Tyler in this transmigration system?
Such conclusions made Tyler extremely confused, but he didn't dwell on it anymore. Right now, he went upstairs in one of the bedrooms, following behind Dean. Crouching on the ground, he saw a person with gold-rimmed glasses scraping something on the wall using his fingernails. Tyler could see traces of blood on his fingers, but the person with glasses still didn't stop and continued to draw weird shapes.
What was he doing?
Deam then spoke to clarify the matter. "When you were in illusion, I saw this person upstairs, who's also in illusion from God knows how long. And the current condition is that he's so engrossed in his illusion that he has forgotten his reality."
That means if Dean hadn't woken up Tyler from his dream, the latter would've stayed in that illusion with imaginary David just like this person with glasses. Would he also have turned into a lunatic like this?!
Thinking about it gave Tyler chills down his spine.
"Did you try hitting him?"
Dean nodded and frowned. "I did, but no use."
The other person nodded and shook his head. "Let's find a way out."
Both of them dragged the glasses person downstairs, who still remained in a daze. He was trying to scribble a few more words before reluctantly giving in as Tyler and Dean gripped both the arms of this person.
When the three of them came down, Tyler immediately went over to the mirrors and squinted his eyes. Just as he was about to touch the surface of the mirror again with his fingers, a fair hand suddenly gripped his wrist and pulled him back.
"Don't touch, or else you'll fall in the illusion again."
Tyler nodded in understanding and parted his lips. "There's something wrong with this mirror. If this mirror sends us to the illusion as soon as we touch it, then it means it might be our way out."
The male lead thought for a moment and nodded before taking out a handkerchief. "Wipe it with this."
Tyler male lead nodded and started wiping the right side mirror with the cloth. After a long time, the mirror was finally clean. Both Tyler's and Dean's appearances were clearly seen on the surface, reflecting without any hindrances.
Just then, a voice shrieked loudly from behind.
"Don't go there!" The glasses person, who had been scrambling on the ground randomly, suddenly stood up as soon as Tyler wiped the mirror surface and screamed aloud as if he had just woken up from a trance. "There's a trap! You will see the things that you love and never want to part with them! Stay far away from that devil of a mirror!"
Tyler frowned. How come cleaning the mirror brought this person back to the present? Just when he was about to speak, the male lead's voice cut him off.
"Aren't you too late to warn us?"
The glasses man was stunned and quickly fixed his appearance with his trembling fingers. "Does that mean you also…?"
Dean shook his head. "Not me, but my friend." He pointed his fingers at Tyler.
The latter squinted his eyes at the person with glasses. He still didn't know what kind of things this person had experienced so far to scramble crazily on the ground or wall, but he wasn't that curious. He was just glad that the male lead had brought him out on time.
"This mirror's our way out. Let's go."
"No! I won't go!" Finally, the man with glasses revealed a frightened expression and fell on his knees. His legs and hands were trembling terribly. He glanced at the mirror with a pale face and said, "If you look into the wrong mirror, you will be sucked, and you will die immediately! Don't go!"
"What do you mean?" Tyler asked.
"I-My friends. They died like that. They all chose the left mirror and were sucked, and they haven't come back yet!"
Tyler frowned, but before he could take any action, he felt someone touching his palms. He looked down to see the male lead was grabbing the handkerchief from his palms. But the moment their hands touched, a familiar feeling broke through Tyler's chest, making him feel as if flowers had bloomed in his garden, giving him an intoxicating warmth.
He remembered that in the previous world, whenever he had touched David, he would feel exactly like this whenever their fingers brushed against each other unconsciously. And this time, when the hands touched, this feeling came so fast that Tyler didn't get a chance to react. Fortunately, Dean's hands didn't touch his fingers for a long time before the male lead took back his cloth and started wiping the left mirror.
The man with glasses was stupefied with this action, and he suddenly marched forward, grabbing Dean's hand. "No! Don't go there!"
Tyler came back to himself after listening to this voice and darted his eyes toward the person with glasses, who was still holding Dean's wrist. His expressions darkened.
Even though he was still confused about the other person's identity, it didn't give other people to touch Dean! He quickly went forward and separated the two of them. "Do you have any other options?"
The man with glasses was stunned and thought for a while before timidly shaking his head.
Tyler nodded and turned toward Dean only to find the latter was looking at him with a frown on his face.
"What?" He couldn't help but ask.
"Nothing." Dean had to take several breaths before he could let out a single word and turned toward the mirror. His expression immediately became serious, and he wiped the surface furiously as if finding a way to vent out his feelings.
Just when the mirror was cleaned, the vision before their eyes blurred instantly. The next moment when they blinked their eyes, they found themselves in a large room with the only light coming from the ground. There were square tiles on the floor. The entire room was completely dark, and Tyler couldn't tell if there were walls on either side of the square-shaped ground with square tiles.
But what surprised him the most was how the ground was designed. Every tile had a number. A few tiles had a design of a ladder reaching on another number mentioned on the top. Some tiles also had snakes with a hissing posture with their tails hanging down.
Wait, why did this scene look more like the game famously known as "snakes and ladders"?!


"I'll follow you to the depths of hell no matter the price I have to pay just to bring you back to me."
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Tyler had been transmigrating from one world to another without any breaks. Without any memory of his past, his heart was pretty much exhausted. Unfortunately for him, the system would often choose the worlds where Tyler would play a villainous role, dying a tragic death. Slowly, his survival goal became—

1. Get as far away from the leads as possible
2. Try to live a peaceful life
3. Avoid tragic death
4. Take revenge, if necessary

The main characters would often act according to the role. But suddenly, one of the male protagonists started OOCing without any prior warning! Even more shocking was that every male lead after that began to stick to Tyler like a puppy dog faithfully.

Tyler, "What the hell is wrong with you people?!"

Male leads, saying in unison, "I love you, baby."

Tyler flipped the table in anger.

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"Yi Yun? He’s looking for Yi Yun!?"
 
Upon hearing the black cloaked man asking for Yi Yun, the youths were shocked. Why was such an important person looking for Yi Yun for?
 
Although Yi Yun was outstanding, he was just a rookie that would not attract the attention of such important people.
 
"I am." Yi Yun stepped forward. He gave a Tai Ah Divine Kingdom military salute to the law-enforcer.
 
The black-cloaked middle-aged man sized up Yi Yun as if he was trying to figure out what was so special about this youth.
 
This little fellow was really surprising for a mid-stage Purple Blood thirteen-year-old.
 
The black-cloaked man smiled and said lightly, "Follow us, the Elder wants to see you."
 
With that said, the black-cloaked man turned to leave.
 
Behind him, Zhou Kui and the other bunch of youths were stunned upon hearing this!
 
What did that black-cloaked guy say?
 
Elder!?
 
What Elder?
 
Many of them had not recovered from the shock. They looked at each other. It seems… in the entire Tai Ah Divine City, the people who were qualified to be referred to as Elders were only a handful of people. Each of them was a pillar of support for the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom and they were an exceptional existence that could battle a primordial strain.
 
They were Sages!
 
A human Sage wanted to see Yi Yun!?
 
They were shocked. Not even the youths, but even Baldy Qin was baffled.
 
The divine city's elder wanted to see Yi Yun? This was really… unbelievable…
 
In the history of the Tai Ah Divine City, there may not be a single human Sage in 500 years!
 
Baldy Qin obviously knew that the reason the Elder wanted see Yi Yun was definitely not because he could insert a few Primal Arrows into the purple tungsten wall.
 
Yi Yun's three Primal Arrows were indeed not bad, but it was definitely not worthy of the Elder's concern.
 
Ignoring people like Qin Haotian, even new recruits like Qiuniu could match Yi Yun's standard.
 
This achievement, in the eyes of a Human Sage, was like a passing cloud, it was absolutely negligible.
 
Then… why did the Elder want to see Yi Yun?
 
"Instructor Qin, I’m leaving for a bit. For that reward, sorry for bothering you." Yi Yun bade farewell to Baldy Qin and followed the black-cloaked man.
 
Baldy Qin was still stunned and did not react, nor did he make a sound.
 
Behind Baldy Qin, Zhou Kui and the other youths were already dumbfounded. Their agape mouths did not close even when Yi Yun disappeared from their sight.
 
Zhou Kui suddenly recalled that before Yi Yun lifted the Primal Arrow, Yi Yun had mentioned that he was in a rush because someone might want to see him in a while.
 
At that time, Zhou Kui thought that it was some medicine child that Yi Yun picked herbs with. But now he realized that the person who wanted to meet him was the Tai Ah Divine City Elder!
 
The person Yi Yun casually said he was meeting was actually the Tai Ah Divine City's Elder!
 
Zhou Kui began wondering if he had a mental problem.
 
"Instructor Qin, What… the hell is going on?" Someone asked Baldy Qin, but Baldy Qin shook his head. He had no idea too.
 
"Dismissed!" Baldy Qin waved his hand.
 
For Yi Yun to be summoned by the Elder, this was definitely a huge matter in the recruit camp. Baldy Qin did not know what Yi Yun did that could involve the Elder.
 
He was prepared to ask Wang in a moment.
 
…
 
And at that moment, Yi Yun had already followed the law-enforcer to the central divine tower.
 
Despite seeing the huge and majestic central divine tower several times, Yi Yun was still shocked by its majesty.
 
It was like a majestic mountain. The huge airships that flew in and out of the central divine tower were as small as flying bugs compared to it.
 
The black-cloaked man said, "The Tai Ah Divine City has five Elders. The one meeting you later is Elder Jian Ge! Elder Jian Ge is currently in the central divine tower's Earth Fire Alchemy Lab."
 
As the black-cloaked man spoke, he took Yi Yun into the central divine tower. The hall's passageway was five floors high, it gave the people who walked through it a feeling like they were tiny.
 
There were huge mural paintings and sculptures lining up along the two sides of the passage and the floor was made of flat tiles.
 
These tiles were black and they were so bright that you could use them as a mirror. When Yi Yun stepped on the tiles, he could feel his blood circulation speed up. There was a faint feeling that his body's blood was connected to the floor tiles.
 
These tiles…
 
Yi Yun suddenly recalled the description of the central divine tower from the "Divine Wilderness" book. The tiles used in the central divine tower were specially made.
 
These tiles were three feet and three inches in length and three feet and three-sixteenth inches wide. The tiles were smooth and they were as hard as steel. They had a special name, Beast Blood Midnight Tiles.
 
Midnight was used to describe the blackness of the tiles, while the Beast Blood was used because each tile was sprayed with desolate beast blood before being placed into the furnace.
 
It was hard to imagine how much desolate beast blood was used to build this central divine tower.
 
Tiles baked in a furnace with beast blood would absorb the blood's strength. With the array master's elaborate setup, the central divine tower became a huge treasure, allowing it to gather all the Heaven Earth Yuan Qi within 500,000 kilometers of it.
 
It could be said that the central divine tower was built using an extreme amount of wealth and materials when the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom was extremely strong. This was the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom's symbol!
 
The black-robed man pushed a heavy stone door, which revealed a spiraling staircase that led downwards behind it.
 
"Follow me." The black-cloaked man said and started walking down the spiral staircase. The spiral staircase was not wide and it could only allow four to five people to walk up or down it at the same time. Yi Yun guessed that this was a small path that led underground.
 
However, because Elder Jian Ge lived underground in the divine tower and not at the central divine tower's peak,  Yi Yun was disappointed.
 
Yi Yun really wanted to take a look at the levels above the ninetieth floor of the central divine tower. He wanted to see the legendary top-class rooms!
 
The top-class rooms were mysterious and they were of the utmost grandeur among cultivators in the Tai Ah Divine City.
 
Ignoring normal cultivators, even a person like Qin Haotian, who had cultivated in the Tai Ah Divine City for six years, might not be eligible to stay in one of those top-class rooms!
 
The spiral staircase, which did not seem to have an ending, had lit lamps on both sides of the wall. Yi Yun estimated that he had descended a few hundred meters before they arrived in front of a metal door.
 
This metal door was engraved with all sorts of complex patterns. The black-cloaked man stood in front of the door and bowed, "Elder Jian Ge, I have brought Yi Yun."
 
"Alright…" A muffled voice transmitted from the big door. It lacked any might, but the sound did not dissipate and kept echoing.
 
Yi Yun held his breath. He was worried about meeting the Elder.
 
Without anyone pushing the door, the door opened by itself.
 
A stream of hot gas rushed forward.
 
Hot!
 
This was Yi Yun's first feeling. In front of him was the Earth Fire Alchemy Lab. A furnace made of brass stood in the middle of the hall.
 
The furnace was the height of a person, and on the surface were carvings of flowers, birds, insects, and fish.
 
Below the furnace, a green flame burned. This flame was silent. The flame was steady and it did not jump. This was the so-called "Earth Fire".
 
In the basement of the central divine tower, there was an Earth Fire array that gathered the Divine Wilderness's fire for the Elder to be used in refining elixirs!
 
And in front of the furnace stood a green-shirted elder. He had very ordinary looks and he was slightly thin. As such, his green alchemist robes looked baggy.
 
Behind the green-shirted elder was a sword. The sword was wrapped up in cloth, only revealing an unsophisticated hilt. It made it hard to imagine what the sword looked like.
 
This elder looked like he had spent a long time in the Earth Fire Alchemy Lab. His eyes even looked tired, making him look listless.
 
It was difficult to imagine that this groggy-looking old man, who did not look like anyone special, was one of the strongest experts in the Tai Ah Divine Kingdom!
 
"Elder Jian Ge, I have brought Yi Yun here." After the black-cloaked man bowed, he silently backed out and closed the door.
 
Suddenly, there was only Yi Yun and the green-shirted elder left in the alchemy lab.
 
Yi Yun held his breath!
 
He told himself to remain calm, but still, his heart beat even faster.
 
He had seen many strong desolate beasts in the past, but when facing them, Yi Yun had no fear. However, in front of this elder, even though the elder did not do anything and looked listless, Yi Yun still felt a tremendous pressure. He felt like a mortal trapped in a cage with a fierce tiger.
 
"You are Yi Yun?" The green-shirted elder lightly asked. The eyes that were originally half-closed suddenly opened, reflecting Yi Yun's figure in his black pupils.
 
As if he was looking at a mirror, Yi Yun could clearly see himself through the elder's pupils.
 
Yi Yun tightened up immediately!
 
He felt that the eyes were looking through him.
 
His every inch of flesh and blood, his dantian, his organs, his three hundred and sixty acupuncture points, the twelve regular meridians and the eight special meridians were all being scanned by the elder!
 
Heaven's Eye…
 
Yi Yun felt a tremor in his heart. He wished he could stop his beating heart.
 
But reality went contrary to his wishes, and Yi Yun's heart began beating even faster.
 
Within his heart, the Purple Crystal throbbed along with his heart and pulsated along. Yi Yun's palms began to ooze sweat. 
 
The Purple Crystal did not react to the green-shirted elder's scan.
 
But, when the green-shirted elder's scan swept past the Purple Crystal, he did not stop.
 
The green-shirted elder carefully sized up Yi Yun a feel times and he looked through Yi Yun inside out. But even after sweeping past Yi Yun's heart a few times, he still did not detect the presence of the Purple Crystal.
 
Finally, the green-shirted elder withdrew his sensing.
 
The short few seconds made Yi Yun feel like he was in a great war. It was extremely exhausting, it was much more tiring than capturing the Heaven Purple Yang Ginseng!
 
The green-shirted elder looked at Yi Yun with a surprise, "You have formed Heaven's eyeball?"
 
Since the green-shirted elder's senses were sharp, the fact that Yi Yun had formed Heaven's eyeball naturally could not escape his eyes.


With the strongest experts from the 33 Skies the Human Emperor, Lin Ming, and his opponent, the Abyssal Demon King, were embroiled in a final battle. In the end, the Human Emperor destroyed the Abyssal World and killed the Abyssal Demon King. By then, a godly artifact, the mysterious purple card that had previously sealed the Abyssal Demon King, had long since disappeared into the space-time vortex, tunneling through infinite spacetime together with one of Lin Ming’s loved ones.

In the vast wilderness, where martial arts was still slowly growing in its infancy, several peerless masters tried to find their path in the world of martial arts. A young adult named Yi Yun from modern Earth unwittingly stumbles into such a world and begins his journey with a purple card of unknown origin. This is a magnificent yet unknown true martial world! This is the story of a normal young adult and his adventures!!    

Amber snuggled into her bed, it being more comfortable than the previous nights. A hand connected with her shoulder, gently shaking her.

"Miss wake up," a voice pulled her from her sleep.

Amber was surprised, this was more gentler than the other times she'd been woken up. She was either thrown off the bed or cold water was dumped all over her.

"Miss, wake up master is waiting for you." the woman said and Amber got up from the bed taking in the room she lied in. The walls were adorned with pale pink instead of the sticky grew walls her eyes were met with for the past ten years of her life. The room had a windows seat, a book shelf, a chest at the end of the bed all in white with red and pink textiles.

"Miss?" a voice drawled her from her bewilderment, "i have prepared a bath for you, please follow me to the bathroom."

Amber stiffly nodded and followed the woman into a room connected to the one she was sleeping in. She walked into the bathroom, trailing behind the woman, her breath was caught inherited throat as she looked at the mesmerizing bathroom. Long gone was the slimy stained white wall and floor tiles with a single shower head at the room. Pure white tiles dotted with a swirling pattern of black circles plastered the walls accompanied with black tiles. An enormous bathtub took up most of the space in the room as it extended from the wall to the middle of the room, the other end had a toilet seat along with a spacious shower cubicle. I whipped my head around and saw a two sinks on built into dark wood drawers with a mirror hanging above it. I could see my scrawny reflection standing out in the midst of all the luxury.

"Miss, your bath is ready." the woman announced, snapping Amber from her dazed state. She grabbed her shoulders and led me to the bathtub.

"Please call me Amber," she said politely after noticing how young she looked, she might have been a few years older than Amber

"Okay miss, I mean Amber. I'll help bathe you now." she said and Amber looked at her with an incredious expression.

"I know how to bath." she deadpanned and then dismissed her.

"But master said--" she started.

"I don't care what your master said" Amber cut her off "but I will not let you bath me. I'm a grown woman, now leave!"

"Yes miss," she said lowering her head and Amber frowned administering the harshness to her tone.

"Sorry," she mumbled "But please leave so that I can have  my bath."

"Okay," she sighed in defeat slowly exiting the bathroom, closing the door once she was out. Amber proceeded to remove her worn out black T-shirt and faded black jeans she then stripped off the outgrown underwear she wore, tossing it on top of the pile her clothes made.

She walked over to the bathtub filled with rosewater and milk, slowly dipping her feet into the tub as if she was afraid she would slip into an endless abyss. She settled into the bathtub and took the sponge which was next to her, she rubbed the soap onto it and started scrubbing her body. Soon, the milky white water turned into a disgusting brown, making Amber scrunch her nose in disgust thinking of how filthy she was. She stepped out of the tub and opened the plunger, the water swirling out of the tub, the walked over to the shower cubicle to shampoo her hair, washing it gently, her nails scrubbing her dirty scalp, after twenty minutes, she opened the faucet warm water raining over head dripping off as a must brown. She washed it all over again until the water dripping from her hair was clean.

Wrapping a towel around her body and another on her head, she stepped out of the bathroom but froze as she saw the young man lazily seated on the bed she previously occupied looking rather out of place in the girly room.

"Amber," he greeted with a sly smile his eyes roaming all over her towel clad body, his body tingling with excitement but he did not dare show it on his face as his features were hard and unreadable.

"My eyes are up here," she announced once she realized he was eye raping her.

"I know," he said icily trying to keep his eyes on her face which had an unnatural glow.

"Get out!" she commanded, her voice hard but she was burning with embarrassment inside.

"Wear this," he said shoving a shopping bag into her arms and then leaving the room altogether. Curiosity bewildered her as she peaked into the fancy shopping bag, her jaw dropping to the floor.

In the bag there was a yellow floral gown with spaghetti straps that rested on her knees paired with brown wedge heels and pearl earrings. She also found and pair of lingerie at the bottom of the bag but she only wore the sheer underwear leaving out the bra because of the dress's straps. She walked to the wall to floor mirror and looked at her reflection, awestruck by the person staring back at her.

This was definitely not her. 

In front of her was a beautiful young lady, who held nothing but beauty, elegance and innocence not the rowdy, rogue Amber Rose.

Amber Rose is a young strong-willed teen whom despite living in a brothel for ten years managed to keep her purity. She would rather have herself cleaning until her fingers bled instead of indulge herself in pleasuring men.

Amber has never seen what was beyond the walls of the whore house, she was always trapped inside with no window or connection to the outside world.

Lin Xuan is a rich young Chinese master who was jus looking for a night of pleasure before going back home but instead he was met with an enchanting beauty that he made a sole mission to get her by hook or crook.

Dragged to the other side of Earth in an unfamiliar continent, Amber has no choice but to follow Lin Xuan like a shadow. She will have a lot to learn has to adapt to this new society.

Read Amber Rose to find out what happens to an American girl in China with only one person who can shelter her. 

All she ever wanted was freedom but it seems every where she goes she is trapped. Will she achieve her goals or will she walk in Lin Xuan's shadow?

During a wild kiss, she slowly slipped onto the royal rod.
'I don't understand…  does the alcohol doing this? I'm so excited… in the water I shouldn't be accepting in his cock so smoothly, but he just sucked me at himself. '
Their lips parted as she accepted the rod to the base.
"Ahh."
While Ariana gasped for air as the man's penis filled her, and then moved slowly up and down… Jerome played diligently with her breasts.
He sucked or bit her nipples a little harder than usual… but she still went crazy from the feeling. She wanted the man so much… she couldn't hold back…
"Jerome… don't play around! Fuck me hard! "
Finally, it slipped out from her mouth. So far she had minor feedback during sex, but she always tried to keep the role of the dignified lady - but now it's over.
She froze for a moment as she realized what she had done… but by the time she could divert her gaze to look at the king's reaction, he threw the girl away from himself.
The queen found herself kneeling on the tiles by the pool surrounded by mirrors, and her husband knelt on of his knee behind her.
"As you wish."
He declared it a little mechanically, then pulled the girl onto his dick with all his might, and as if he was posessed, he pushed the big and rock-hard phallus in an insane intensive tempo. He gripped her hips so that Ariana felt she would be able to take a fingerprint of the man the next day using her body.
"Ah..ahhh… ahn… uhm… ahh!"
Her mouth quickly dried out, she couldn't close it… she moaned involuntarily at every push… looking in the mirror, she felt like a porn slut now being fucked in front of cameras… she knew the staff in the hallway could hear everything… as his hip slammed into her ass… as she almost shouts… but it felt so good.
"Is this good huh? Do you enjoy it? "
He asked with a cruel grin on his face.
"Uhnn .. ah… yes… ah… do not stop…!"
She moaned with her hands clenched into fists.
Jerome saw in the mirror her gaze completely obscured… as her face distorted from pleasure, as she cummed between two push again… and again…
It was as if the man did not want this moment to end… but since hunger was the greater lord, and he had run out of strength… he had to end this sultry togetherness.
They lay panting on the cold tiles, side by side. Ariana lay on her side, Jerome on his back.
The man apparently wanted to say something… but in the end that was all he said.
"By now, they must have set up the dinner table."
'I must have surprised him… maybe he wanted to compare me to a prostitute again… but anyway… it is clear that it was just as good for him… well, I dare say he enjoyed it even more…'
"Go ahead…"
The girl sat up.
"All right."
Jerome stood up, picked up his robe, and left the bathroom. Then came two maids who helped the queen become salon-able.
Dinner was quiet. They were both hungry, so the king only spoke at dessert.
"I hope your birthday went well. Unfortunately, I will not have the opportunity to visit you next week. "
"I understand."
'I am aware of it… as you only spend the hunter ceremony with your lover…'
„Ariana…"
"Yes?"
"You know you're very important to me, don't you?"
"Sure."
'I will carry your offspring…afterall.'
The king smiled, then stood up from the table, gave one last kiss, and retired to the main palace.
"It's such a waste… we're so good together…"
She tilted her head back in the armchair.

I recommend this book for those readers, who doesn't want to watch a porn in TV but want to read it...
There are a lot of swearing, and from a certain point ( chapter 15 ;) ) most of the story will be about the lead characters sexual desires, and actions...

Samantha is a straight, heartbroken women in her late 20's.
She dies after reading her BFF's book, about a country, where an insanely handsome king fell in love with an angel like man...and almost every other character from the book is also in love with the "lover"... Of course the story had a looser woman character too... The queen.
She was only kept for giving birth to the prince, and after that she was executed, so the happy family of three man could live without any thorns.
Sadly after arguing with her frend about the thrashy book, Samantha died in a gas explosion...and woke up as the queen with the tragic ending...
But heads up! She is only 11 years old, she has plenty of time to save herself from the deathly marriage with the king!

Hope you like it! :)

Reive felt like the worst kind of scoundrel, bursting into the bathroom of a helpless naked girl. Just to embarrass her. Just for the fun of it.
What had he become? This was unheard of discourtesy for a high-blooded earl. However, he couldn't help himself. Angelina attracted him like a magnet. 
This was an indirect result of his spending seven hundred years without a woman. 
Reive tried to convince himself that was the reason. Actually, it wasn't.
The necromancer went into the little bathroom and purposely closed the door loudly behind himself. His pulse was racing as it did before a good fight.
 What the draugr was he doing? What he wanted was still impossible for him anyway. He had to wait. Not only because the little one hadn't had any men, yet but because of another extremely important reason that had become obvious only a couple of minutes ago. 
Something he hadn't understood for such a long time became clear to him. Angelina was Ulfricus' descendant. The magic in the veins of the old traitor's descendants was much diluted after seven hundred years. But the very fact that the king and the duchess, his last direct heirs, had mixed their blood, gave a surprising result. The girl turned out to have not only her ancestor's disease, but also, to all appearances, his gift.
There were very few people worldwide who possessed so-called golden blood, or the blood of the sun. Ulfricus was one of them. Now, thanks to the fateful accident of her birth, Angelina appeared to have such a peculiarity too.
The girl didn't know about it yet. Golden blood allowed one to be both a necromancer and a Druid. To embody two magical origins. And maybe, even more.
Except in the case of his little one, the gift was yet dormant.
Reive was overwhelmed with nervous excitement. He so much wanted to check the girl's abilities and to find out if he hadn't been mistaken.
Golden blood was a difficult trait, once inherited it fades away so quickly. Only incest could lead to such a strange result. 
"What the ghoul are you doing here?!" Angelina screamed, almost repeating his own thoughts of a couple of minutes ago. 
Reive took a step, and the warm steam touched his skin covering him like a soft blanket and seeping into his lungs, warming him up inside.
"Little one, I've brought you a towel," Reive said as cheerfully as he could. However, his voice had already acquired soft roaring tones. "And trust me, I'm not looking!"
"Yeah, right!"
Reive pointedly turned his head to one side, feeling an almost painful desire to examine the girl in detail. To see her shining wet skin and her hair flowing loose around her shoulders, her rounded, full breasts with the wet pink little tips…
The blood beat in his temples in such a way that his vision darkened. Reive swallowed hard, seeing out of the corner of his eye how the girl's frail body moved in the copper bath, just a couple of steps away from him. 
"Are you mad? Why are you? Dash my buttons!"
Angelina was cursing in a comical way.
"Calm down, little one, I'm really not looking," he said too hoarsely and closed his eyes.
The chaotic splashes in the bathtub stopped. It would seem the girl was watching him carefully.
"Why did you come in?" she snorted, seizing the towel from him.
Why? the man repeated in his mind, trying hard to remember the answer to the question.
Yeah, right.  He was aching with the desire to check his theory. To look at the girl's anarel with twilight vision.
Of course, he had already done that and seen nothing special. However, he had another way to reassure her.
"Little one, what do you know about the Twilight world?"
Angelina sighed, "Of course, now is the perfect time to talk about that..."
The necromancer clearly heard some curiosity in her voice.
He liked this quality in her. He liked the youth of her spirit. Whatever happened, Angelina retained her ardor and a lively interest. She was never indifferent.
That's why he didn't have to ask her again.
"What about the Twilight world?" she exclaimed. 
Reive smiled, raising his brows.
"Close your eyes, you!" she added at once.
"Don't you see I was looking at the wall?" the necromancer asked, putting into these words all the vestiges of innocence that still remained in him, at least in theory. "So, about Twilight. Have you ever been there?"
Angelina gave a loud snort. Judging by the sound, she'd begun to lather her sponge. 
"No one has been there. There are thirty levels full of black magic in the Twilight world. And hideous creatures living on each level. What's more, on the bottom levels, there are dark gods and the Dark itself that even necromancers aren't capable of subjugating."
"But tell me, would you like to go there? At least for a little while?" he asked, paying no attention to her words about nobody ever having been there. That wasn't how it was – take it from him.
Angelina paused.
"But... It's impossible. Anyway, what could I do in a world that's only inhabited by monsters?"
"I don't know. Maybe you'd play hide-and-seek with a howler or chat with a banshee?"
The girl looked at him in such silent confusion that the necromancer chuckled, shaking his head.
"On the first level, there aren't any monsters. And usually, only spirits live on the second level. So what of it, little one?"
Reive concentrated his gaze on the wall opposite him, which was covered with light-pink tiles. Angelina was behind him and a bit to his left. He felt her look with his back of the head. He wanted to look back at her very much. 
"Vague doubts are teasing me. I think you want to offer me an adventure," she said. "But I still can't understand what kind."
Reive smiled. How quick-witted, she was!
"I want to suggest we go for a walk. Nothing forbidden or terrible."
"It still sounds fishy." 
Her laugh rang out and the necromancer smiled again. Then, he closed his eyes, commanding the Dark to go down in front of him, spread around the tiles, and show him everything that was behind his back.
The dark magic obediently spread along with the tiles, turning into something like a mirror visible only with twilight vision. The reflection resembled liquid obsidian, within which moved the outlines and shapes of objects.
Now, Reive could see Angelina.
"And where will this walk, take place?" the girl asked cheerfully, rising a little to reach for the shampoo. 
The enchanted tiles hid nothing. He saw her hair glistening with water and clinging to her back and shoulders, her slim waist and the erotic slope of her spine, the semicircles of her breast as the soft foam flowed around them. The only thing the tiles couldn't show was the color. The reflection was as gray as ash and soot.
Reive breathed out tensely, wanting only one thing — the damn mirror to show him the shade of the girl's skin.
"It's a secret, little one," Reive answered in a low hoarse voice as if a dead man was squeezing his throat with its bony hand. "Get dressed. Your outfit is there, under the case."
He waved his hand to the side without looking back, at the same time breaking the spell. 
The Dark scattered around the room like black scraps, gradually dissolving. 
"And... loosen your hair."
Angelina, suspicious, went quiet.  The back of Reive's head ached from her glare again.
"Okay..."
The necromancer got out of the heated room as fast as he could. His brain seemed to be melting like a pitch on fire. 
Angelina appeared at the threshold surprisingly quickly. As if she wanted to know very much of what she was invited. Reive was... pleased.
He even felt ill at ease that the reason for his invitation was such a mercenary one. However, the necromancer quickly dismissed such nonsense. For the King of the Dead, it was essential to know the truth about the golden blood in the girl's veins. If, of course, she had it.
"You look stunning," the man said, casting an admiring gaze at his companion.
Angelina blushed a little bit, crumpling the hem of one of the casual dresses he had chosen for her. The dark-cherry silk with translucent lace. A blue cape with some small light flowers embroidered on the breast.
Her long platinum-color hair was lying on her shoulders like a glistening wave, attracting Reive's attention.
"Does it matter that my hair's wet?"
"It won't matter in the place where we're going," Reive said, holding out his hand.
The girl's eyelashes trembled, and her frail hand touched his in response a little nervously. 
Reive smiled.
"Don't be afraid, little one," he said. He sharply pulled her towards him, pressing her up against his body.
The next moment, the Dark was roused, stirring around them like a huge hungry sea.
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Reive, the mightiest undead ruler is now freed from the terrible curse and seeks to reclaim his throne and take revenge on the descendants of those who betrayed him.

Angelina dreams only of keeping the details of her birth secret and becoming a real necromancer. Is this girl as simple as she seems?

Will the Undead King help this unknown girl or will he use her mysterious blood to regain his own power and speed his way to the throne? What can they both do when passion begins to ruin all their plans, and dark desires call forth the worst poison?

On that day it will become clear that the insane madness of the living can be more, more terrible than the bloody hunger of the undead….

Guys, please, don't hesitate and leave your comments. Let me know, if you like the translation. English is not my mother tongue, so this issue is essential for me. Thank you for reading my story!

"you never know..."
Sarah
It's 4:23 pm and I drank all of Champagne's drink, but don't feel a hint of the alcohol she mixed into it. The first time in my life I regret, that I have braught my own metal straw and can't chew on a flexible plastic straw. I found out, that Chay and Amy went to the same primary school and yet how Champagne builds her sentences in Amy's audience I mention, that the friendship of them both needs to be some kind of a partnership of convenience, the purpose of which I haven't been quite able to fathom. Amanda instinctively gets closer to her boyfriend when Champagne leans at Cham's shoulder and I really didn't think she'd be a jealous person. That's something making her hateable, I think, even though it's not fair, but I can't help it. I don't like her. I thought I'd do, but I changed my mind.
What am I even doing? I don'hate her, I hate him and he's not that hot. Cham's quiet and Max or rather my One-night-stand is also quiet and the word One-night-stand even sounds disgusting, when I say it in my mind. Sometime I can't do that anymore-sitting here, thinking my thoughts- , so I excuse myself and go to the restrooms. Well, no it's a toilet, can't call it restroom, but anyway...
When I come out again I nearly get a heartattack and Imean it. Because first I just saw inthe mirror I don't look that bad, so secondI was able to give myself a little more self-confidence about my reflection,but third it all doesn't bring me anything,because I was not expecting, that he'dstand right in front of me, when I come out oft he toilet and look up from thegrey, dirty floor-tiles. And on top it all I directly look into his grey eyesand my gaze gets lost for a moment until I try to overplay, that I've even seenhim and stare back onto the grey floor tiles. It's offensive that I've seen himand he just needs to touch my arm for short, that I turn back and look at thoselips I kissed just two nights before. And I might not blush from the outside,but on the inside I can feel heat

Sarah James wants to get out of New Yorks rich society. Too bad for her to fall in love with Max Connors-or is it luck?

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'Danger, danger.' A small voice screamed inside her head from the man that has been staring at her from one of the VIP corners of this dark room that was packed with sweaty bodies jumping on the pulsating music that floats through the room of this unnamed bar.
The man looks like the devil incarnated himself. He was wearing all black with brooding eyes.
Leaning lazily on the backrest of the leather couch he's sitting, he watched her from the rim of his drink. His long legs stretched in front of him, his knees are exposed in his ripped jeans like a car headlight on a dark highway in the middle of the night, his eyes -- oh his eyes were burning with lust, watching her every move on the dance floor.
"He is bad news." Her friend Koko shouted in her ear.
"I know," she screamed back. Then peek a glance over the man, and her eyes are drawn to the glistening silver ring adorning his plump lower lip. She wonders how it would feel if she runs her tongue over them, and how it would feel when he nibbles her soft skin.
She smirked when their eyes met again across the room. She playful crooked her index finger on him. Asking him to join her on the dance floor, but he just raised his glass in the air in a mock salute.
'Did he just refuse my invitation?' Her pride was bruised.
"Let it go. There are other hot guys at this party!" her friend who saw what happened, shouted in her ear.
But that's the thing. Easy men are not her cup of tea. She likes them when they try to say no. She giggled in her head. The night was still young, she glanced at the man. He was nursing his drink, it's either he was just passing by in this bar or he was drinking slowly for he would be staying for the night.
If it is the first one, that's not good for her. She doesn't know who to ask to find out about him. She just recently moved to the city. She doesn't have a circle of friends in this place yet.
That's why she begged her friend Koko, who was living in LA, to visit her so that she has someone to party with. London was never on her list of places she wanted to live, so she never tried to make friends here.
However, with the scandal back home involving her friend Andrei, and how both of their families came to a complete standstill because of how shocking the scandal was. She fled from her mother's constant nagging, and also because she became tired of the patronizing looks she had been getting everywhere she goes.
It happened that she got a job offer from a company based here in London from one of the side projects she did to help a friend. To be honest, when she accepted the job and signed the contract she didn't check out the company nor she bothered to find out her job description.
The contract was finalized when she was still in the Philippines. Her friend told her that the company was a private organization that does in-depth research. And she can do research, it offers a salary and most especially, it is far from home.
She signed the damn contract, packed her bags to move to this country ten thousand seven hundred seventy-eight kilometers away from home.
Everyone back home thought she was heartbroken from what happened in Hong Kong that they left her alone. Even her mother became soft at her for a few months, however, when she realized the fact that she was thousands of miles away from home where she can't watch her under a microscope, she started to panic.
Every now and then, her mother would start a conversation about how she could survive the gloomy weather of London. She would tell her how the weather was sunny back home.
Of course, she hated the weather here. It's worse than her worst case of monthly hormones madness. The London weather is as bitchy as a woman in her period with how it changes its mood throughout the day. You got confused with how the weather could change in a flick of a finger.
The job was menial. She was one of the disposable employees at the bottom of the company. Yes, it was a decent company but she was fresh out of college, not only that she has no work experience or whatsoever since she was nothing but a brat that only knew how to swipe her father's credit card in a drop of a hat.
The job was something that is not related to her degree and for the first time, her Asian blood worked against her. No one takes her seriously at work when she looks like a kid that is still in high school.
It's easy to say that she is miserable. She is miserable as the gloomy London weather.
Yet, she would rather die in misery in this city than go home to listen to her mother's nagging.
She badly needed a distraction. And that guy would do the job.
She pulled her friend's elbow to let her know that she would use the restroom. When she nodded, she made her way out of the sticky bodies grinding disgustingly to each other. But who cares, when everyone was intoxicated with all the cheap alcohol sold at a high price and everyone was so high with the energy of the place. This is one of the few places in the city that has a decent DJ.
After being pushed and groped in places that were unacceptable to touch if she was in a broad daylight, she finally got off the dance floor. She made her way to the restroom to freshen up.
The restroom was a dingy room in white and black tiles. With industrial looking lights fixtures. The black and white square tiles made her dizzy than all of the alcohol she had already consumed.
She opened the tap and whisked some water on her hair to fix it for it looked like someone pulled her hair from all that jumping she did on the dance floor. She pulled out some tissue and wiped her sweat.
She tried to salvage her mascara but it was useless. Instead, she wet a tissue and deliberately smudged her mascara to give her a grunge look. She scoffed at her reflection on the mirror for she looked like she was on her emo phase if she wasn't wearing a tight black dress that hugged her body in all proper places.
She gave her image from the mirror a look over and there was something missing with her looks. She was interrupted from checking herself in the mirror when another woman entered the bathroom.
She went directly to the lavatory mirror and swiped a red lipstick on her lips. Their eyes met in the mirror, she smiled awkwardly at the woman.
"You want?" she asked.
She was startled when she talked to her, handing her something. When she looked at what she had in her hand, she grinned. "Thanks."
"No worries," she said and sauntered out of the bathroom.
She smiled at her reflection and she was happy with what she saw. The bloody lipstick from that woman completed the look she was after.
She pulled down her skimpy dress to cover her cold ass when she realized she was about to hunt her prey.
She bent over forward in front of the mirror, shoved her hand in her brassiere, and cupped her breast to the middle of her chest. She repeated the action to her other breast, stood up, and winked at her reflection, satisfied with her breast round and full in the scoop of her dress.
"Let's have fun and break some heart." She blew her reflection a kiss before she sauntered out of the restroom -- to hunt her target.

"What the fuck did you send over, Nicky?" Laurie is screaming over the phone at six fucking  o'clock in the morning.

"It has a note. And I believe that the message was clear." the name Nicky answered.

"Well that's exactly, why I am asking!"  she exclaimed angrily, glaring at the innocently looking red leather pill box, that is instantly recognizable as a famous jewelry brand, sitting on her kitchen counter, with a note that says - I heard you cry over a guy, here's a small gift to let you know that I'd marry you anytime.

With the familiar scrawling penmanship in the white piece of paper, she would know who sent her the note, even without calling the guy on the phone.

***
When the guy you confessed to rejected you, and your two exes came back running—declaring they would marry you any time, what would you do?

Would you choose a familiar old love or the one that has your heart but doesn't want you?

And to add to the chaos, her mother is on a mission to marry her nearing thirty-something ass to any man who breathes. 

What should a girl do in such a situation? Run away, of course! 

But then, how far can you run away until all the life's decisions you screwed up in the past caught up with you and you ended up with no choice but to face them. 

Welcome to Laurie’s adventure and just to be clear this is not a love story BUT a quest.

[WARNING: Some chapters may contain mature R-18 content.]

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Book cover by Sendaline_16

A gentle knock woke Aeris from his dreamless slumber. He sighed and sat up not bothering to get himself dressed. His tired hand wrapped around the knob of his door and drug it open. 

"Good morning!" Percy chirped

"Time to run drills?" Aeris said with a weary sigh.

"Indeed it is, I took the liberty to fetch young Phenius for you as well my lord." Percy mocked 

"Let me get dressed and I'll meet the two of you in the garden." 

The door closed and Aeris felt an overwhelming temptation to crawl back into his bed. He resisted and instead splashed his face with cold water from a crystal bowl by his door, and got dressed for training. 

The morning air had a bit of a chill to it as night time winds from the sea washed ashore. Aeris held a small box in his hands as he found the two men waiting on him.

"What do you know of wand dueling Phenius?"

"I know the basics." Phenius replied uneasily.

Aeris sat the box down on a stone pedestal and opened it. "Come pick out a wand."

Phenius approached cautiously and Aeris took a few slow steps to the left. After a few seconds he grabbed a short oak wand, it was straight and had no decorations on it but it would get the job done.

"A fine choice." Aeris said warmly, "now show me form 1." 

Phenius nodded and awkwardly held the wand in the palm of his hand tucking his elbow in and holding the forearm out at an odd angle. Aeris stepped forward and paused 

"May i make a few adjustments?"

Phenius nodded and Aeris moved the elbow closer to the hip and gently guided his forearm to a 75 degree angle from the body. 

"Ease your grip just a tad." Percy helped from the sidelines

Phenius relaxed his hand, the wand resting on the palm of his hand. 

"The art of dueling itself is a dance, the wand is your partner. One must be comfortable with their partner in order to make a good show." Aeris said stepping back from Phenius.

"Of course the show is only half of the duel." Percy added

"The more important half." Aeris chuckled "Percy grab yourself a wand and pair off against young Phenius."

Percy rolled his eyes and grabbed a wand from the box waving it at Aeris harmlessly,

"Phenius what can you tell me about form 1?"

"Form 1 is highly adaptive using both offensive and defensive moves to its advantage. It is also the perfect counter to form 3." 

Aeris raised his eyebrows, "just the basics?" He said with a chuckle

"I like to read." 

"An excellent pass time, can you tell me what form one's counter is?" 

"Form 3?"

"Are you sure?"

"No"

"It is form 2, Percy show us form 2."

Percy complied, gripping his wand in his fingers fully extending his arm out in front of him placing the same foot forward and turning his body sideways.

"Can you tell me why form 1 would be weak to this?" Aeris asked

"His body is turned sideways so he's harder to target with the type of maneuvers I'd be able to fluidly pull off from this stance." 

"That's the obvious answer but anyone skilled enough in form 1 will be able to take on anyone using form 2."

"Is that what you're going to teach me?"

"Is that what you want to learn?"

There was a long pause. Phenius lowered his arm, he thought for a moment and then turned to Aeris.

"I want to learn what you do."

"Be an absolute ass?" Percy said with a chuckle

"I think what he means is to mirror. You know I've taught Percy to mirror but he still favors form 4."

"So you're saying I can't learn?"

"On the contrary, I will teach you to mirror and if you decide you prefer one form over the others I will help you excel in that form."

"Now comes the fun part." Percy said returning his wand to the box

"Yes indeed, Phenius how fast can you run?"

The three spent the morning running, doing drills to practice the basic moves of each form and doing other exercises. When the sun was at its highest they finished. Now in the sitting area Aeris was scanning the books he'd brought from his old house. He found one titled "The Glacier Wars" and handed it to Phenius.

"Have you read this?" 

"I can't say that I have." Phenius said studying the cover. 

"Well read it and in a month we will talk over it." Aeris said with a smile. 

A loud knock bounced off the walls of the study. Percy looked to Aeris with a confused look and he shrugged, stepped to the door and quickly opened it.

"Master Aeris, Lord Selaise has requested your presence." Came the brief reply of a palace guard.

"Excellent, inform him I'll be right there." 

"Right away sire." The guard said and rushed off into the hall

Aeris turned to the two men sitting in the study, "it appears I have been summoned." Aeris said with a deep bow.

"      "

The Lord's wing was heavily guarded, a group of guards patrolled the hallways, eyes alert and backs stiff. A pair of armed guards stood at the door to the Lord's study. 

"Greetings Master Aeris, the lord awaits you." 

"Thank you gentlemen." He said with a smile

Aeris found himself amazed, a feeling he was getting used to, by the interior of the study. He stepped onto plush violet carpet with gold filigree splashed about. The walls were mostly floor to ceiling bookshelves and the center of the room was dominated by a large globe. A small desk was nestled in the back corner of the room which is where the lord sat, accompanied by a raven haired woman. When he entered both of them turned to see him. Aeris's eyes met the stunning violet pupils of Lady Olivia Selaise. She greeted him with a smile that showered his mind with sparks.  His breath hitched and he stopped in his tracks. 

"Excellent!" Lord Selaise said breaking the brief tension that started to form. "This is my Sister and spymaster. Lady Olivia, of course no one outside this room knows of her secondary title."

"We've met." Olivia said with a slight incline of her head.

"At the ball" Aeris managed to squeeze out.

A boisterous laugh boomed from the Lord. "You must tell me of the tale sometime, for now we have business."

"Business?" Aeris asked finally prying his eyes from Lady Selaise 

"Indeed, first order of business is you've been invited to the city of Chancia to spar with Kinaas Everwai the Champion of the city."

"Ah, we briefly spoke of it last night." Aeris recalled

"So you'll be accepting? I would very much like to see how you fare against the Lion of Chancia." Lord Selaise said raising his eyebrow

"Absolutely, I will accept." 

"Noted, I'll inform you of the time and date, next we have to oversee a duel in Chapel Square at sundown." The Lord said reading off a list on his desk.

"A duel?"

"Indeed, when one of my Nobles is challenged or makes a challenge it is mine and my champion's duty to oversee them."

"Which of your Nobles was challenged?"

"Count Maris, it appears him and one of the merchants have fallen for the same woman."

"Intriguing." Aeris said with a smile

If there was one thing Aeris enjoyed more than dueling it was watching duels. He'd watched Percy duel many times, and enjoyed them all. Of course that might have been because he was watching his best friend but he watched other duels before.

"And lastly Lady Selaise has something to discuss."

"Indeed, I had my eyes open at the ball last night and most everything seemed alright but towards the end one of my spies noticed a figure lurking in the gardens, we tracked him down and captured him but he refuses to answer any questions."

"Do you still have him?" The Lord asked

"Of course, we won't let him go until he answers us."

"What do you think of this Aeris?"

"If there's something he isn't telling us it probably means he was up to no good. I suggest easing up a bit, let him stew in it. Let his mind wander a bit about what comes next. Then put the pressure on him."

Lady Selaise looked thoughtful as she hummed "that's good advice." 

"Glad you approve." 

"      "

Chapel Square was one district away from the Lord's estate, a large Cathedral took up the majority of the square, it's walls old and painted with cracks. Fine white film covered the once grey stones. A half circle of stairs led up to the front and at the base of these stairs stood two finely dressed men. 

"Count Maris?" Aeris questioned

"That would be me," said the shorter of the two

He wore shimmering silver silk, a half foot length wand resting in his hand. His short auburn hair slicked back. He stood uneasily on the balls of his feet constantly shifting his weight. 

"Aeris Argent, the new Champion of Denerae." 

"Ah a pleasure, my apologies we did not meet last night I was a tad preoccupied." 

"As I can see" Aeris said with a sly grin

Instead of reply the man looked over his shoulder at his future opponent. 

"Is it Confrontium?" Aeris asked

"Indeed it is." The count said before swallowing hard

"Have you considered maybe a Parlay? Less permanent outcome."

The count locked eyes with Aeris, who remained neutral and nonplussed "what are you suggesting Champion?"

"That you consider changing the duel, you don't want to hurt this man. Even the rats in the Cathedral could see that."

"Would that I could, but Franklin was the one who issued the challenge."

"Give me just a minute."

Aeris made his way towards the challenger, Franklin it seemed, and was met with the same uneasy eyes as his future opponent. 

"Did the count send you to inform me of his withdrawal?" Franklin said his voice calm

"On the contrary, I've come to negotiate a change in duel."

"Oh?"

"I suggest a parlay,"

Relief quickly flashed through Franklin's face. "He wants to parlay?"

"Indeed,"

"Is this a trick?"

"I do not know Count Maris well enough to answer that question but you have my word as the champion of this city that I will  not allow any harm to befall either of you."

"Fair enough,"

"Do you agree?"

"I do."

"Excellent"

Aeris left Franklin, and informed Maris if the change. Soon the lord arrived and they were set to begin the duel.

"Count Maris, Franklin Leonis you have both agreed to duel Via Parlay, as challenger Master Leon's gets to choose the battle of wits you will both partake in."

"I choose Rune Chess." Franklin said after a brief pause

A moment later a table was set up and the two sat across from each other. Both with a stack of round flat disks of wood. 

"You both know the rules, we will have four rounds, you can each only use one tile once, and must use two in one round. You may begin."

Franklin went first and he set his first tile down the rune sparked once and a glowing golden knight wielding a large sword materialized on the table. Slowly the Count set his tiles down sliding them apart so they both sat flat. Two silver rogues materialized over the tiles. 

The knight rushed the two rogues the rogue on the left used a small crossbow to shoot the knight as he charged and the other rolled to the side as the knight's golden blade struck the crossbow rogue the other stabbed him in the back of the legs bringing out a crossbow of his own and shooting him in the back of the head the three figures faded and both men took their tiles setting them in the bags they came in.

The next round was the Count's turn to go first. He set a tile down and a silver knight holding a halberd materialized. Franklin paused considering his tiles. Aeris bit his tongue trying not to speak out of place to give advice. The obvious choice was to double down on pawns like Maris did but it wasn't the most effective. 

Franklin impressed Aeris as he sat his tile down and a Quill Hawk made of golden light materialized. The bird was covered in fur-like quills and flew with remarkable speed. The knight swung wildly but missed each time as the hawk hit it three times with quill and beak. The last blow was the bird swooping in and driving its beak into the base of the Knights neck.

The count scowled and scooped up his tile, tossing it into the bag. Franklin looked smug as he slid his tile from the table quickly grabbing his tiles and looking over them. By Aeris's count Franklin had 2 rooks, a knight, 2 wizards, a wyvern, a king, 4 pawns, and 3 beasts left. Both men had 3 points currently.

Franklin slid two tiles down and two towers appeared both had arms and legs and wielded a tree trunk. Aeris smirked to himself, Franklin played the count remarkably by baiting him into using two tiles in the first turn. The count seemed to notice this as well as he scowled harder. 

Count Maris slapped a tile onto the table with a loud crack. A silver wyvern materialized shortly after his hand left the tile. Aeris shook his head,

"He could have pulled this around before he played his wyvern." Lord Selaise whispered to Aeris

Aeris remained silent but nodded his agreement to the lord, the wyvern started the turn breathing ice across the battlefield, Franklin's rooks moved into formation one stepping back to avoid the hit and the other absorbing both hits itself as the ice faded both rooks rushed the wyvern. With a Savage swing the first rook slammed its club into the wyvern's face. It turned whipping the rook with it's tail in retaliation. Which left it open to the second rook, who slammed the tree trunk it held down onto the beasts back twice before it whirled around and snapped it's jaw down on the second rook. The first rook swung at the wyvern's tail as the wyvern threw the second rook back its tail slammed into the rooks chest and he vanished just as the second rook smashed the tree trunk into the beasts head. Both lights vanished and Franklin grabbed his tiles with a smirk.

Fury boiling inside the count he put down his king tile and a man sitting on a throne materialized out of silver light, again Aeris shook his head. A brief pause came and Franklin sat down a tile spawning a frail old man in golden robes and holding a staff. 

The king rose from his throne wielding a sword and shield. The wizard blasted a bolt of golden lightning towards the king as he raised his shield. The bolt hit him in the chest sending him back into his throne. Without a second thought the wizard twirled his staff around sending two balls of golden flame at the king who took one but managed to block the other. The king swung his sword as he leapt from the throne, the sword sliced through another ball of flame. He rushed forward shield up and  sword ready the shield met the wizard dead on causing him to stumble back and the king capitalized swinging his sword at the wizard. The blade slashed through the wizard who conjured a wall of flame between himself and the king. Leaping back the wizard sent another bolt of lightning through the wall at the king. The bolt hit him and another came right after it. The second bolt blasted the miniature king out of existence and the wizard faded triumphantly. 

"Well there you have it, Franklin Leonis is today's victor. Good game gentlemen." The lord said standing from his plush seat.

Count Maris scowled as he handed the bag to the Paige who brought it to him he quickly drew his wand and swung it towards Franklin, who's back was turned as he helped the Paige with their clean up.

The swing never finished as Aeris leapt to action his hand quickly wrapping around the Count's wrist. 

"Count Maris, I surely hope you weren't thinking of dishonoring the results of this duel after humbly requesting a change." Aeris said, his voice cold.

Franklin turned and saw the scene. He nodded at Aeris and took his leave feeling satisfied with his victory and grateful to Aeris for keeping his word. A moment of silence filled the square.

"Aeris, you may release the count now." Lord Selaise said before stepping up to the pair.

Aeris released his grip and stepped back bowing his head to the lord. 

"Count Maris, I welcomed you to my court because you are the cousin of the King but you have dishonored me and yourself today. You and I will be having a conversation this afternoon." Lord Selaise said sternly


Aeris Argent is a young mage thrown into the world of politics, after a duel with the cities Champion.

"S-sleep with you?" Tiara gulped as she studied his face while he had said that. Oh god, he was serious.
"Mhm," he nodded and stood up straight again, "I'll see you in my room then. Don't be later than the 23rd hour of the day, or I'll be too sleepy. And...make yourself presentable," he curled his lips in disgust as he assessed her pitiable state and turned around to walk away, leaving Tiara dazed.
As Prince Hao walked out, he giggled and covered his face. "Oh god, Tiara, you're hopeless!" Percy mumbled to himself, "Let's see what you will do with Prince Hao now."
Tiara couldn't move. The cell door was wide open in front of her, but she couldn't' move even one limb. What had that Prince just said? Sleep in his room? He was a stranger! Was he asking for a one night stand? Or what do they call it in the medieval era...ah yes, a concubine perhaps?
Tiara shuddered and hugged herself, "Gaa, what is this? Is this a game or what?"
The guard stood in front of the door with a square face, "If you don't wish to get out, I'll gladly close this and never open it again."
"Ah no no no!" Tiara yelled and got back up before running out of the cell and out of the tunnel, her mind racing. What will she do? She only had the brain of a 12 year old. She wished Prince Hao knew that.
When she stepped out of the temporary dungeon, she was met with three pretty maids dressed in semi silk robes.
"Huh…" her eyes went through the three of them. Their hair was coiled neatly into silken buns and their robes were embroidered so meticulously. Their skin, so flawless and perfect make up on their faces.
"Who are you?"
The maid in the middle spoke, "We are the Crown Prince's personal maids. He wished us to treat you well tonight and prepare you." She looked me once over and a thought passed through her head. This beggar and that prince? But she didn't dare think such thoughts against the Crown so she dispelled them immediately and waited for the Beggar to follow them.
Tiara automatically nodded and let the three maids take her into a lavish guest room.
After they locked the door, the youngest maid turned to her, "Please take off your clothes," she said kindly.
Tiara's face went red and she covered her rags, "No! You perverts! Why would I even do that?"
The three exchanged confused glances and they asked again. "It's so that we may help you bath."
"I know how to bath by myself!" she yelled and snatched the towel from them before tip toeing into the bathroom. The three were lost for words as their Beggar opened the bathroom door and saw her jaw drop to the mat on the floor.
The shine and bling of it almost hurt her eyes. She took in the feast of a bathroom with pleasure. A huge golden tub stood in the centre filled to the rim with pink colored water and strewn with rose petals on top and on the tiles too. The room was huge and enough space for a dance party.
She stepped onto the tiles and felt its cold seep into her toes, calming her. It was a great relief from the heat inside the dungeon. She stepped forward and looked at herself in the mirror.
'Oh God…' she touched her face, 'I'm so ugly.'
She whipped her head around and saw the three maids at the door, waiting. She waved them away, "What are you three standing there for? Go go go."
They sighed and backed off, closing the bathroom door and letting her deal with it by herself.
The three sat around on the floor, discussing.
"Will she know how to open and control the taps?"
"What if she slips and falls on one of those petals?"
The last one shook her head, "She won't clean herself properly. Her face, it needs massaging. Why doesn't she let us do it for her? If I were her, I would have gladly sat in for out services. They were ordered in by the Crown Prince himself."
"Yesm the Crown Prince...he is a cold person from sight. But I never knew he had a soft side. He really must have one to be kind to a person like this girl."
The wooden bathroom door flung open and Tiara peeped out, "I can hear all that, you know?"
The maid who had said that bowed in mild apology and continued other gossip.
About half an hour later, Tiara stepped out and the maids were in for a fright!
They ran around her body and spotted about a million dirt spots and unkempt nails, toes and black heads on Tiara's face.
"The Prince will not like this at all!" the tallest maid said, shaking her head. The youngest maid walked over and lifted Tiara's arms and gasped, "How were you going to the Prince with that much arm hair!!"
Tiara's jaw dropped again as she felt naked in front of these three.
In the end, the maids ended up bathing her themselves. It took a whole evening to do her, nails, toes, clean up her face, condition her hair and shear the body neat.
By the time the sun almost set, they were working on her dress. Tiara sat silently through the whole thing and let them do everything, because they barely listened to anything she said.
At the end, by the 20th hour, Tiara was ready.
They brought in a large mirror for her to gaze upon her face.
.....
Mitchell and the nurse had fished out some chips from the kitchen cup board by now and were munching on it while they sat and watched the two lay still as they had been for the past one hour.
"At least we know it's working," the nurse tried to calm him down. Mitchell was a tiny little ball of anxiety. His knees bobbed up and down on the tiles as he stared at his sister. He too knew that if she took harm or died in the game, it would cause serious repercussions in real life.
He wished he could check on her, or at least monitor what they were doing.
"Can't we do that?" Mitchell asked, "Can't we monitor them?"
The nurse frowned and nodded, "Yeah we can. In Guest Mode, through the Ghost Race. You can last up to 30 minutes alone in the game using Ghost Race, but you can't influence anything in there.��
Mitchell got up and threw the chips packet aside, reaching for the syringes, "What are we waiting for then? Let's dive."
The nurse sighed and took one of the many syringes and injected it. Slowly, they jumped into the Dream System.
…...
Percy was examining his huge room with a curiosity he had never had before. Everything was so delicately detailed that he wondered how long it had taken for Doctor Zha Huang to create this Dimension Zero. Every single pixel looked real to his eyes.
He removed his pointy shoes and jumped on the fluffy bed, laughing to himself at the trap he had set for his new friend. The ceiling was covered with maps of Zirlock and there were other maps he didn't know too. Maybe of other neighbouring countries.
Percy opened up his system interface and scrolled through his options. It was like any game. But he saw one option that stood out.
'Click to take the Qi Test.'
Percy frowned and clicked on the (i) button for more info.
[The Qi Test. A special scan made by the system to check how much energy your body naturally has and how developed it is. This can be useful when becoming a Cultivator. It will provide information on your talent and calibre of the Soul. However, this can't be taken as a final word. Cultivation can be mastered even by pure hard work and zero talent.]
Percy smiled and clicked on Take Test.
A buzz sounded in his head, "Requirements not met. Needed: Level 5 player, Full Mana Bar, and any Sect Symbol."
Percy groaned as he swiped the air and dismissed the screen. So he would have to find a Teacher after all. How would he get the Sect Symbol otherwise, even if he acquired the other two?
His thoughts were broken when a shy knock sounded at his door. Bouncing up, his eyes landed on the door. He looked in the mirror once and made sure everything was right. Pulling down his Prince Hao mask and sitting straight on the bed, he spoke, "Who is it?"
"It's the Beggar you had asked for, your highness," one of the maids spoke.
"Does she not have a name?"
After a short pause, the same maid spoke again, "My apologies, your highness. Tiara Keeser is here to see you."
One side of Percy's mouth tilted up in a smirk.
"Let her in."

In a modern world ruled by advancing tech, humans forget their true roots, the true reason for their existence and the invisible energy that connects them all…the Qi. But this forgotten art starts to pop up again when a passionate doctor creates a system which allows one to cultivate and at the end achieve immortality. Though, playing this game comes with serious repercussions…
After Tiara’s tragic fate, this system proves that it can help her return to her normal self, but what if that includes teaming up with the most annoying, rude and sneakiest jerk ever known! With the help of the system, can cultivation be possible again in the modern world?
Join Tiara on this scary roller coaster journey to find out as she plans to go from zero to hero, take out kingdoms, and become a part of the most talented Ochre Immortal Sect while smacking some jerks on the head…all on her own. 
That’s surely impossible! Or is it?

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