TALES UNLIMITED

Synopsis:

These are good theme based stories for Teens and also meant for all human beings.
Many sayings, many proverbs, many quotes are given here in this TALES UNLIMITED, which impress all the readers. Also good for utility in schools/colleges/Movies utility and also for TV serial utility content.

by
Mantri PragadaMarkandeyulu, Litt.D.,
Poet, Novelist, Song and Story Writer
B. Com, DBM, PGDCA, DCP.,
Honorary Doctorate in Litt. from ITMUT, BRAZIL.,
Royal Success International Book of Records Honour
Gujarat Sahitya Academy and Motivational Strips Honour
Literary Brigadier Honour from Story Mirror, Mumbai, India
Spotlight Superstar Honour from Story Mirror, Mumbai, India

Plot No. 37,
House No.1-6-53/1,
Anupuram, ECIL POST,
Hyderabad - 500062
Telangana State  India
Email : mrkndyl@gmail.com
Phone No.
+91-9951038802

Nikami POV

I opened the book, then gently placed it on the table.

I caressed the front page and skimmed through the book until I found an interesting topic.

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MPM is very common for all magic users.

MPM, or Main Point Of Mana, is where most of our Mana is at. 

Mana circulates around our bodies, but MPM is where it is the most strongest.

It is so strong there in fact, that sometimes when the emotions of a magic-user get out of control…

They will generate their main element in where their MPM is.

In each element, there are different common MPMs.

For water, it is the palm, for fire it is the knuckles, for earth, it is the feet, for wind it is the knees.

For the MPM of Light, Dark, and Healing… It varies from person to person, some can even manipulate where their MPM is.

That is what makes Light, Dark, and Healing Elements special. And due to their flexible MPMs, it is natural that they would be strong. 

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Yasachu seeing both of us now starting to read, panicked, since she felt like she was being left out.

She quickly tried to get the nearest book possible and she took out an animal book.

When she took out the book from its shelf, a smaller and thinner book all in grey fell.

"Ah..?" Yasachu was slightly surprised at the thinner book being dropped.

"Ho? What's this?" Yuutsu bent down and picked up the book.

"Ehh... It's super dusty…." Yuutsu groaned and patted the dust off.

Shukona looked up from her book and sighed.

"Why are you two so noisy? This is a library." Shukona glares at Yasachu and Yuutsu.

"A-ahh! Amatarini-sama… It is because of this small dusty book that fell out when I took a book…" Yasachu shivered to see Shukona glare at her.

"It seems like it has been a few years since this was opened! Wow, this might be an ancient spell or something…" Yuutsu grins and keeps slowly patting the dust off the book.

"How unusual…" I thought out loud.

"Hm? How so Nika?" Shukona turned her head towards me and tilted her head.

"Afosíosi Magic Academy is a very high-class institution… And to leave such a dirty book here in the library, it doesn't make sense…" I told them, wondering why it was there.

"Oh well! Weird or not, this is an interesting find! Alright, opeeenn sesame!" Yuutsu opens the thin dusty book, her tail swaying around excitedly. Her eyes glimmered with hope for this book to be amazing.

Her excitedness and expectations rubbed off us, her overdramatic outlook made us want something intriguing inside the book as well.

"..." I was silent, but really wanted something good as well. After all I am always a fan of new spells and ancient magic.

"Oka-okay!" Yasachu smiled at Yuutsu opening the book, her face full of excitement. The large lock of hair on top of her hair swung around heartily. 

"Hmph! As if something like that would exist here!" Shukona groaned but did want it to happen.

But it all died down when Yuutsu's face turned from bright to brooding.

So we all expected something un-engaging because of that.

"Ugh, it's just a normal poem! Ahh, I expected something more…" Yuutsu sighed.

"O-oh… that's Unfortunate…" Yuutsu nervously laughed.

"..." I lightly tapped into the table, signaling my disappointment.

"Kh, I told you! You two are just so imaginative!" Shukona rolls her eyes.

"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to read it now…" Yuutsu caressed the first page with her index finger and started to read.

"In all times, in all of our lives. You were always by my side. Reincarnated to always meet. Without you, I am incomplete." Yuutsu started to read the poem. 

I flinched at the sudden talk of Reincarnation since I was in that situation before.

Since… I was reincarnated here...

[What the… No way, this isn't just a simple coincidence, right? It has to be a coincidence… But… No… I-] In my head I was conflicted, why, out of everything that poem could have been… Why reincarnation?

"Reincarnation? Such an original concept, so original in fact, that it has been talked about for thousands of years…" Shukona spoke sarcastically, groaning.

I nodded to Shukona's words. 

"That's right… It's a common theme… But still, why here, and why now? This book feels like it hasn't been touched for a while…" I thought, still feeling eerie from the situation. 

"Ah… Romance…" Yasachu smiled at this, like any normal girl… She also has dreamed of magical love, when Yasachu thought that she would turn to me.

My eyes goes to her, wondering why she would look at me.

Yasachu turned red and covered her face with the animal book she got earlier.

I brushed this off and continued listening to Yuutsu. 

"This time I was chosen as a crow, I never stooped so low. Dark and evil, a source of bad omen. Another life, I have awoken." Yuutsu continued to read.

"Oh, How tragic…" Yasachu felt pity for the character, her smile quickly turned into a frown.

"Hah? You feel sorry for someone that you don't even have any connections with? Kh, you really are so soft, aren't you? Commoner." Shukona glares at Yasachu.

"..." As always, I stayed silent as I observed them.

"Seeing your petals, I knew you were a flower. Why did I feel like I shouldn't bother? Your existence is too good for me. A puny crow on a tree." Yuutsu dramatically said it in a sorrowful way, putting her hands on her chest and then wiping off a non-existent tear.

Yasachu let out a giggle due to Yuutsu's over-dramaticness but continued to listen.

"Kh, really, fake noble? You can't do anything better than that? And besides, reading it like that makes the already bad poem worse. How inelegant." Shukona sighed.

I nodded in agreement.

"Ahahaha! Geez, it's really hard to please you two, huh? Well, The more tough you are on the outside, the softer you are on the inside~" Yuutsu winked at both of us, grinning. 

"Continue." I commanded, I was interested in what this poem was.

After all, it has a theme of reincarnation.

"Okay okay geez…" Yuutsu giggled at my demands. Fliping a page of the dusty thin book.

"You were beautiful and colorful. Cheerful, powerful, and wonderful. Just looking at you makes me full." Yuutsu continued to read.

"Awww how sweet… They are really in love with them…" Yasachu smiles at the poem, still feeling like a maiden in love.

"Does that even count as rhyming?! They just abused the «Ful» ending!" Shukona groans at this, quite obviously disgruntled about this.

"..." I was slightly dissatisfied with this, I kept tapping my finger on the table.

"Even so, I took care of you, providing you water, sheltering you. To you, I flew, even if I was black and blue. When you started to wilt, my heart melt. Was my love too much? Or was it too little?" Yuutsu read the poem.

"O-oh no!" Yasachu exclaimed, feeling anxious about the situation.

"Poor flower…" Yasachu lowered her head, looking down. Sadded about what happened to the flower.

"Now what will the crow do?" Shukona seems to be slightly interested in the poem, now that the climax is here.

"..." I kept tapping on the table, waiting for what they will do?

Yuutsu flipped another page and then looked stunned.

"Huh… Weird, the last page is ripped off?" Yuutsu caressed the left of the torn off the page.

"Ri-ripped off?! Eh? Why?" Yasachu stands up, and goes over to Yuutsu. 

She looked at the thin book, and there wasn't a page there. There were small pieces of paper left from the rip.

"How inelegant! Ripping off a books page!" Shukona groans at this, even annoyed that the poem isn't finished.

"We must tell Kiyu-sama, this book is Afosíosi Magic Academy's property. And the person who did this needs to be punished." I spoke up, with the same cold voice that I have. My voice was more furious than usual.

[I love books, I completely cherish them… And to think someone would disrespect them like this! Such small things… They give such wonderful knowledge, even though that poem was awful… It was still part of the library.] I thought, still furious about the page.

Then there were two noblewomen going to our table and bumped into Yasachu who was standing up. Looking at Yuutsu who had the thin book in her hand.

"Tch! Watch it, commoner!" One of the noble ladies sneered.

"So disgusting." The other noble lady spat.

"O-oh! I-I'm so sorry…" Yasachu lowered down her head, and started bowing.

Even though they were the ones who bumped into Yasachu she was the one who apologized, and they could have even avoided her.

"..." I stared at them, I was already irritated about the book. And now them?

Hameru Matasoto was a very cheerful and stubborn girl, everyone liked her. even the bullies, she was called as the "sunshine" and "princess" of the school. but Hameru died, it is indeed true that all good things would come to an end, or.... did it?

Hameru met Sun the God of Light and Fate the God of Fate. It seems that she died without Fate even knowing, as an apology Fate made Hameru reincarnate. With a wish to make she chose to make her life to be normal, but.... Fate unknowingly said "A Exciting Life" Oops...? 

Follow Hameru, now known as Nikami in her journey in another world, with magic and beautiful wonders! Though... Didn't I say to reincarnate me Normaly?! Not in this Yuri game!!


Just as I was about to go back having watching something that only watched on a computer screen for real, I saw the system panel in front of our MC.

Mission complete: Conquer Mo lingxin's heart

Then both Su Lang and my cultivation broke through 4th qi refinement.

"Su Lang you broke through." I heard the joyful voice of a girl who was happy for her love.

"Yeah! Maybe I was too happy to be with you." Su Lang replied.

'That bastard' I could help but curse.

I went to my place for my watch duty. 

Soon morning came, and we continued our journey.

Mo Lingxin was in a very good mood for all of the journey.

"Brother Lu Shu, Su Yang wrote a poem for me," she called out to me.

"Oh really!" I was really surprised he would do something like that.

Maybe he isn't as bad as I think him to be.

"Yep, it goes like

"O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile"


Fuck! I take my word back. 

He really is a bastard.

I thought he wrote some poem from his heart but he plagiarised Robert Burns 'A Red, Red Rose'.

Brother, where is your copyright? How can you steal other's work?

Well on a second note, this is a good idea nobody will know if he copied someone else work after all we are from a different world.

"Brother, how is it?" Mo lingxin asked me in an expectant tone.

"It really is a good poem. It's written right from the heart. It seems like basta..cough cough Brother really loves you." I replied.

Only I knew he was just a pervert with no artistic talent.

So while having some idle chat we reached our destination aatma village.

After asking around we found a good inn, we booked two rooms.

Why not three you ask, it's for reasons that I can not mention.

(Author: You know what I mean 😏)

We had a good dinner.

But I couldn't get an ounce of sleep due to some vigorous activities next door.




Loram "My Brother"

Jule "My Slav- my friend"

After the 'moving' conversation they want to the school 

The first class that Jule has is English and it's was Jule favorite class Why is simple 

Jule 'Ms.Canli is so hot'😤

Ms.Canli  "Good morning class today's assignment is simple and really fun"

Jule "We are going to sleep 😃?"

Ms. Canli " No we are not"

All class "Buuu"

Ms.Canli "Today's assignment is to create a poem"

Student A "It's has to be from a book or our own?"

Ms. Canli "Your own"

Jule was not really the creative type and much less a poetry so to him this was really tought 

Jule 'Hmmm what kind of poem should I made I can't think of anything good'

System [O woo you can't think about anything so weiiird🤭]

Jule 'Shut up and see how a made a great poem'

System [Yea sure you are going to leave me shocked]

Jule 'So you don't believe ah, than do you want to bet'

System [Sure bring on bicht]

Jule 'If I make a poem that can shock the teacher and I win Than you have to level up all my martial arts to level 10'

System [And if you lose all your martial arts are going back to level 0]

Jule 'Deal'

Since he was at it Jule also bet with Loram and it's a simple bet

Jule "The one with the worse poem has to run nude in the school campus"

Loram "Deal"

See a simple bet, right?

And just like that like that they started writing the poems 

Jule 'Hmm I need inspiration, inspiration agh I can thin of anything'

Jule was empty he couldn't think of anything special but than he remembered 

Jule 'Special? Interesting? Amusing?'

Jule 'Pffff ahah I am really stupid don't I already experience those things myself?'

Jule 'Yea That is right so think about what have you done the people that you had humiliated and how good it felt'

And Jule was Finally inspired 

The poem 

In the hottest day that I ever experienced I was walking with only frien while thinking about myself 

All the time fooling around never thinking about the past 

When we parted ways I passed by the park and what I see make me think
'Damn what a hot girl' while my mouth was wide open

And since that day I started thinking 'To be with such a hot girl I need to be a hot guy'

And I accomplished that goal and now I am that hot guy that girls talk about but it not enough because I want to have more fun.

End

Jule 'I should name this poem 'the rise of the loser' good name, right'

System [Hey host is not fair doesn't matter how I see it this really I going to shock the teacher but in a different way]

Ms. Calin "Okay everybody it's time to turn in your poems"

Ten minutes later 

[All your martial arts skills have level up to 10]

System [Danm it]

Jule "Hahahah"

Jule "Loram show me you poem to see which of us win the bet"

Loram "Ah well you know my poem is a little weird"

Loram poem 

No food, no life

No water, no life 

If there is no happiness there is no life

And the most Important of all

No porn, no life 


Jule 'Thanks god the bet I did with was about the best poem and no the most insane one because I would have lost'

Jule "I win "

Loram "Please Don't made Run naked in the school I bed you "

Jule couldn't see his best friend like that so he gave two simple but difficult options 

Jule "Loram you are my friend so I will give two options 1 If you don't run naked I wouldn't give you my porn collection 2 if you run I will give to you"

See simple options  but really difficult 

Loram "Number 2"

But to some people is really easy to decide and not necessarily the best option 

System [Even I am shocked of how quickly he decided]

Jule 'Bi kidding'

Jule 'Well better stop the joke here even if I am a sadist I don't want my only friend to go to jail'

Jule "Hey Loram you do-"

Before Jule could finish his sentence Loram was already outside without clothes 

Girls "haaaaaaasaaaa a pervert call the police "

Jule "Fuckkkkkk!"

One day our Jule Beltra  founds a S&M Magazine and when he touched the magazine ir disappeared in the next moment  he heared a voice in his head 

[Congratulations you are the new host of the perfect sadist system]

"Ahh!!!! What the??”

Follow the story of Jule and watch how he becomes a all powerful being.... and sadistic man


This is my first novel so please write any comments that can help me thank you



CHAPTER 72 

DESTINY 

Memories roll back 

Age can’t go back 

 To move with Time 

Time take us to destiny ǁ 

Each second people becoming old 

Value of second can’t be judged 

Greatness on the utility of second 

Life meaning with seconds’ ǁ 

 

Poem Content Gist: 

Life on Earth moves forward along with Time. | 

Time never stops. So also Life never stops. | 

People become old. | 

New generations come and old generation go. | 

Each second is important in life. | 

One has to move along time. | 

One should know the value of second. | 

The utility of a second in life is a great. | 

Time is Priceless. | 

Also Life is Priceless 

...... 

DANCE 

Costly Time, 

O Boys, My Dance Is For You 

Steps Make You Dance 

No Shy, Day Is Yours’ 

Band and Song Is Yours 

Dance Is Yours 

 Darling Friends 

Drink and Dance 

Golden Time 

No High, Dance and Dine || 

DANCE 

 Poem Content Gist: 

 

Its Time utility. Drink and Dance in a rave party. 

No problem. 

But, to be in limits. 

 Tempting song. 

Invite to dine and dance program. No waste of time at party. 

No to drink high. 

 Step and dance appeal by dancer. Says Band and Song enjoy and dance according to the tune and music. 

Appeal audience to enjoy dance in the ‘Dine and Dance Program. 

........ 

ALLIANCE 

 

Thought she rejected me 

 Was hoping for a success alliance 

 No reply came from her side 

 Doubted this marriage alliance || 

 

 Couple of weeks passed 

 Message came from her 

 Was ready for an alliance 

 Accepted outright for this good proposal || 

ALLIANCE 

Poem Content Gist: 

 

It’s a shy love one side imagination. 

Expected a successful tie-up. 

Initially not successful. 

After few weeks, message received. 

Love became success. 

Ready for an alliance. 

Accepted the marriage proposal. 

Got married. 

Life running smooth. 

Finally successful in my Project “Love" 

.... 

LIFE 

 

Know Rainbow colors 

Life has many colors 

Eyes have Multi-colours 

Life has colourful colors 

Thinking has lovely colors 

 Shrewdness, an ideal aspect 

Life be with best principles 

Will power, a success to Life || 

Poem content Gist: 

Everybody’s life has countless number of colors. 

One may be knowing Rainbow colors. 

It’s true that our eyes too have countless number of colourful colors. 

Even our Life and Life’s thinking has many colors. 

It’s up to a person, how best be utilized with these multiple-colors for growth of our life. 

The success of one’s life depends upon these colors, in any field, for that matter. 

Moreover, will power with colors of thinking will lead to success. The added attraction of life is with Principles, which one should not 

avoid or neglect. 

..... 

 

WAR Worry 

 

Dangers of war 

 War scenario 

Fighters hovering clouds 

Gun Fires 

Rockets and bombings 

Disturbing people Peace 

World people worried 

 People became spectators 

 Helpless People 

Maintain peace and harmony 

Time to open dialogue || 

 

Poem content: 

 

Making aggressive War on selfish ends. 

 To become World No.1 Country is not correct. 

Discussion and dialogues for peace and harmony is invited. 

Possible through table discussions. 

People suffer and loose life due to War. 

Damages caused due to War cannot be recovered. 

Most people worried for war-like-scenario. 

People become helpless. 

 Become simple spectators. 

It’s Time to Open Dialogue 

No War – No War 

Discussion is best 

Peace is good. 

.... 

PRIORITIES 

Humanity 

 Mankind and Peace 

 Present day needs and priorities 

One has no authority 

Not pollute the environment 

Maintain Peace and harmony 

The priorities of 21st century 

Can’t afford to lose lives 

 No damages|| 

Poem content: 

21st Century priorities are Peace and Harmony. 

Not to pollute the environment. 

One has no authority. 

Can’t afford to lose lives of innocent people 

One should not expect any damages. 

Present day needs and priorities are more 

The foremost one is Humanity. 

Peace and Harmony are essential 

Basic essentials are Food, Clothing and Shelter. 

Work for Human cause 

Mankind is great. 

_______________ 

SERVICE 

Support Peoples’ Taste 

No Suffer Innocent People 

Extend Philanthropy 

It's Children's' Future 

We Reps. of God 

Extend Best, Change the Society 

Honor others, Get Self-honor 

Humanity and Mankind Essential 

No need as Professional 

Be Principled for Harmony 

Pleasantness, A Lifeline 

SERVICE: Poem Content Gist: 

On this Earth, we the People have to support all 

Mostly, children, aged, poor, and unaffordable people. 

Every person have their own taste. 

One has to extend Philanthropy 

Future belongs to children 

We must change the Society 

Honor others 

Self honor one get 

Essentials are Humanity 

It’s Mankind 

Harmony and Pleasantness important 

Discipline, a Life-Line 

___________

STORY-LINE SYNOPSIS
(WAR Paranormal Urban Fiction and Paranormal Day)

PART- I

An evil “King Kong Raj” who rules in a Planet called “King Kong Raj Planet”. He troubles and tortures all the people in his Planet and robs all their gold, jewelry and diamonds. People of that Planet fed-up with his rule.  This evil King has his own army who frequently robs and tortures people to gain an upper hand for this evil King. This evil King had some super-natural powers and  also maya, mantra, tantra by virtue of his staunch Prayers to Sun God. He even creates a big evil appearing thing, called “BING THING”, which cannot be killed or destroyed by anybody until the evil King Kong Raj gets killed. Maharshis and Rushis of this Planet also were tortured with cruelty. This Kings hefty soldiers and army rapes women, enjoys, robs and even destroys their properties. The battle is through Sword Fights, Dagger Fights, Arrow Fights and Fights with Maya (Illusion) and with the BING THING too.

An opponent group leader “The True Hero”, by name Vishal always tries to defend people and fights against this evil King Kong Raj many times, but in vain.  The Hero has the full support of the Maharshis and Rushis in this Planet and also Queen’s Angels
Angels of the nearby Planet called “Queens Planet”, and the Sun God also support “The True Hero Vishal”, who is a staunch supporter of the Sun God and Maharshis and Rushis. Vishal gets the blessings of all the people of the planet, Maharshis, Rushis, Queen’s Angels and the Sun God. 

In the long “save our souls” battle at the evil King’s Planet, the evil King Kong Raj ultimately gets defeated and dies. The True Hero Vishal also gets severely injured and dies. Vishal takes rebirth at the Earth as per the blessings of all the Maharshis, Rushis, Queen’s Angels and the Sun God. The True Hero Vishal becomes a Doctor.

PART II
Vishals takes birth again on Earth. The story of Vishal starts from his childhood and he becomes Physician and a Doctor in a family.

Jiang Lixing was stunned for a while, and his eyes had a flash of surprise when he heard Ning Huanxin's words. "I… I don't use perfume."
"Oh, is it?"
Ning Huanxin gave an awkward smile. "My nose… it looks like I am having some trouble. Umm… I think it's the flu!" 
Jiang Lixing glanced at her and kept quiet. But before the film crew packed up and returned to the courtyard, Jiang Lixing's assistant gave some flu medicine to Ning Huanxin before everyone rested for the night.
After returning to her tiny room, Ning Huanxin kept staring at the box of flu medicine as she laid on the single bed.
This was the flu medicine sent by the assistant of the country's god-like figure!
Was this an onset of a romantic love story?
Oh… Ning Huaxin really wished she could keep the flu medicine forever!
But, this was ten years in the past.
Ning Huanxin's eyes became serious, and her gaze sharpened.
All of this place would not be the real events in the past.
Could it be an illusory world of memories?
If it was indeed a world of memories, then, whose memories had she entered?
"Ten years, by the living and the dead."
Ning Huanxin sighed and put the flu medicine down as she muttered the phrase from a popular poem to herself. These lines of the poem were used by the poet to mourn his lost wife.
"Set Apart for Ten years, by the living and the dead! O such a great void in our hearts!"
As Ning Huanxin leaned against the wall, she recited the first line of the poem completely.
"Your lonely tomb lies a thousand miles away. Where can I pour my sorrows?"
A clear and crisp voice of a female suddenly sounded from the other side of the wall. Was that Zhang Yan's voice?
Ning Huanxin suddenly remembered at this time that Zhang Yan stayed right next door, and the two of them were only separated by a wall.
Well, this room was not exactly soundproof.
"Sister Ning, do you also like this poem by Su Shi?" Zhang Yan's voice from the other side of the wall sounded excited as she continued, "I also like this poem, I have a whole collection of Su Shi's poems. It's on the bookshelf, Sister Ning can have a look if you like." 
"Okay," Ning Huanxin answered lightly.
"It's getting late, I'm going to rest first. Sister Ning, you should also rest, goodnight."
After bidding goodnight to Ning Huanxin, there was no more voice from Zhang Yan.
She was indeed a likable and cheerful young girl.
Ning Huanxin stood up. Relying on the dim light, she looked at the bookshelf on the other side of the room.
The little girl had indeed collected many books.
Ning Huanxin slowly walked to the bookshelf. She was not much into reading, but being in such a strange place, she couldn't really fall asleep. Perhaps, reading could hypnotize her and drift her to sleep.
The books were arranged neatly and orderly, reflecting the book-lover nature of Zhang Yan.
Ning Huanxin's finger ran through the row of books before she suddenly stopped and pulled out a book.
It was Su Shi's poem collection that Zhang Yan had mentioned!
New and exquisite, it was a limited edition book with a hardcover. The position of the book also proved that the owner really loved it and read it often. 
There was also a bookmark in the book, made of platinum. With a single glance, Ning Huanxin could tell that the bookmark was from a known brand and would not have been easy to buy.
This was definitely not something Zhang Yan could buy. Could it be a gift?
"Could it be a gift from someone in the film crew?"
Ning Huanxin contemplated for a bit and eventually placed the book back. This book is undoubtedly the owner's beloved book, she would not dare to casually flip through, in case she ruined it. Even if Ning Huaxin used all her current assets, she could not possibly pay for it!


After stumbling into the Underworld Chat Group out of the blue, she accidentally becomes the good friend of King Hades.
Thus begins the journey of Ning Huanxin as she uses her abilities to interact with spirits and uncover the truth behind mysteries. The main theme of this book is suspense, with romance as a side tale. 
 
Female Lead: That night, there was a strange downpour of red rainfall and I climbed out of a tomb. Ever since then, my third eye opened and I started being capable of seeing spirits. 
King Hades: Weren't you the extra acting as a female ghost in a graveyard scene of a horror movie?  
Female Lead: Hey, it is hard enough being a human, don't expose me! 
King Hades: I'm not a human, I'm a ghost~
Female Lead: Author, I strongly request to change my husband!

A total of ten rounds.

Winning six rounds meant overall victory.

Quite a number of people on the team behind Master Wei could no longer sit still. This was no longer a competition where friendship came first, and competition came second. If the other party was a master, it was still alright. They would not say anything about it as they wouldn't feel ashamed of losing. However, with their opponent being some nobody, this made these calligraphers feel that they had lost face. It was too shameful.

"Heh, I don't believe it!

"If it were ancient melody poems, I'll go up myself!"

"If it's five word poems, leave it to me!"

"Just a kid, yet he doesn't give any face to us seniors!"

"Haha, Old Yu and Old Lu, the both of you want to go up? Sure, then count me in too. No matter what, we need to get serious, or there's no where to put our faces."

"I really don't believe he is so all-powerful."

"At such a young age, how deep can his knowledge be!?"

These calligraphers began to sharpen their weapons, ready for a fight.

When Zhang Ye saw this, he sought Wu Zeqing's view. "President Wu, should we lose a few rounds? Of course we will definitely have to win the rest, but in this process..." According to Zhang Ye's intent, he didn't mind. This was after all Wu Zeqing's birthday and it was her circle. Zhang Ye was afraid President Wu found it inappropriate, so he sought her opinion to see what her attitude was.

Wu Zeqing retorted, "Why should we lose?"

Zhang Ye said, "The other side are all seniors of the calligraphy world. I'm afraid you would..."

Wu Zeqing gave a faint smile and said, "In art, there is no modesty. If you are really lacking in ability, which results in your loss, then that's just too bad, but if you can win, why don't you win?"

Zhang Ye blinked his eyes as he said, "It's fine even if we win?"

"What problems would there be?" Wu Zeqing sipped her tea.

Zhang Ye got an idea of her attitude. "Alright, I was just waiting for those words of yours!"

Offend people? Since when was Zhang Ye afraid of that? This fellow had never concerned himself with this. He was afraid Wu Zeqing would eventually be put in a tough spot, however, President Wu's words wiped all his concerns away. He finally understood why he liked Old Wu so much. Just like back when she invited him to teach, any typical President of an esteemed school of higher learning would never dare to take such risks. Furthermore, he had such a shocking theory about ‘Dream of the Red Chamber’, yet Wu Zeqing did not even ask him about it before supporting him. She never doubted the person she chose. From a certain point of view, Wu Zeqing was even more bold than Zhang Ye. She was indeed very different from a typical woman!

Win?

That was of course not a problem!

If you want to win, I'll win it for you!

"I'll do the draw." Zhang Ye took the initiative and went over.

The fourth round's topic came out. An ancient melody poem, and the last word had to have the word 'liu' (flow).

This sort of topic was a little more difficult. If it was just the first word, it would have been easy. Just giving it some thought would allow people to recall one. After all, everyone read a poem from beginning to end. However, if it was the last word, even if it were a poem one knew inside out, not everyone would be able to remember it. They would have to go from the first word all the way down to the last word. This increased the difficulty due to the time constraints.

"Finally there is a designated word constraint. I'll do it!" Teacher Yu came forward.

However, Zhang Ye had already picked up a brush and began writing.

"Lady Yu, the Royal Beauty"

Spring flowers and autumn moon, O when will all these end?

How much of my past I comprehend?

Last night, to my loft once more, the vernal east wind came;

 In moonlight, I could not bear to look back towards my homeland rid of my name.

Jade steps and carved railings may still as ever be there,

Though changed are the faces fair.

O how great, how grave, I ask, can my woe and sorrow be?

Just like the River's swelling spring-tide waters rolling east to the sea.

Zhang Ye put down his brush, having finished writing it. Then he looked at his opponent.

Teacher Yu came over with a smile while brimming in confidence. He was in no hurry, and took a cursory glance at the melody poem that Zhang Ye had written. Then, his smile transformed into another expression. His face alternated between red and green. In the end, it changed into an action as he smacked himself in the forehead!

F**k!

You can even write melody poems?

And this is another impromptu creation!?

Teacher Yu wished he had not spoken just now. I'll do it? Doing nothing but fart! After a few seconds of silence, he turned around at a loss of whether to laugh or cry before running back dejectedly towards Master Wei's side.

Master Zhou was amused. "Old Yu?"

Teacher Yu waved his hand. "I'm not writing."

"Then you have abstained?" Master Zhou asked.

Teacher Yu felt that was nonsense. "It will be pointless to continue writing it, so forget it, I give up." This melody poem's literary value was too shocking. His calligraphy was also written very beautifully. Teacher Yu believed that even though his calligraphy attainment was higher than his opponent’s, it was not much higher. However, no matter what he wrote, it would definitely not be better than his opponent's "Lady Yu, the Royal Beauty". It would only incur ridicule on himself.

The surrounding crowd was dumbfounded. Even Teacher Yu admitted defeat? He was a famous calligrapher who won first place at this year's calligraphy competition!

Master Zhou said, "Then let's begin the fifth round."

The fifth rounds topic was reminiscing and remembrance.

The topic was very broad, but the broader it was, the harder it became to come up with something appropriate.

No one from the other side came forward, as if they were waiting to see what Zhang Ye had to write.

Zhang Ye drank a mouthful of wine and without any further ado, he grabbed the brush and dipped it in ink without any thought.

"The Lavishly Decorated Zither"

The lavishly decorated zither, for no reason, has fifty strings; each string, each bridge, reminiscing a magnificent year.

Master Zhuang lost himself in the morning dream of being a butterfly; Emperor Wang's amorous spring heart was entrusted to the cuckoo.

Deep under the vast azure sea, reflected the bright moonlight, pearls cry tears; In Indigo Mountain, bathed under the warm sunlight, jade releases smoke.

This feeling might have become something to be remembered later on; Merely, at that time I was already perplexed and lost.

When he finally put down the brush, there were already people giving their kudos!

Su Na exclaimed out and clapped forcefully. "Nice! Nicely written!"

This poem was liked by many of the women present. Their thoughts also seemed to float away a bit. "This feeling might be something to remember later on; Merely, at that time I was... already perplexed and lost?"

Many people were engrossed just by listening to it!

No one from Master Wei's side spoke a word!

What is this guy doing? One poem after another, how are you f**king throwing out all these excellent poems worthy of being classics out like they cost nothing? Can you at least write some poem that we are familiar with!?

Who's going forward?

Who can take down this round?

We can't have no one taking up the challenge, or not only would we lose, we would lose our stance!

They nudged one another and eventually, as there was really no one, someone from the team bit the bullet and came forward. He wrote a relevant poem, which was quite long. He took a long time to write the exaggerated tale filled with high-flown phraseology. A long poem allowed a time extension, so this person was probably trying to use his calligraphy skills to win this round.

However, when he finished writing, Master Zhou still announced that Wu Zeqing's team won. There was no other reason. No matter how high a calligraphy standard one had, it needed to be expressed through text. The poem the youth in shades wrote was enough to blanket out anything else. It even increased his calligraphy by an entire realm!

Another round was won again!

Wu Zeqing decided not to even stand up. She just sat there, drinking her tea and watching the bustle.

The surrounding people began to discuss in murmurs. Some women began pointing at Zhang Ye.

"He's so amazing!"

"This young lad is godly!"

"Why is he wearing sunglasses? I can't see his face!"

"I sure didn't come to this anniversary for nothing. I managed to experience such fun!"

Master Zhou announced, "The sixth round begins." After both sides drew their lots, he said, "The topic this round is Mourning Day, and it has to be used at least twice."

Oh?

Mourning Day?

The topic was random. There really was no poem that began with Mourning Day.

However, the people on Master Wei's side were no ordinary people. Immediately, a young talent stepped forward. He stood in front of the table and with the brush in hand, began to compose something on the spot. Do you think you are the only one who can compose?

Zhang Ye was also writing.

"Mourning Day"

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day;

The mourner's heart is breaking on his way.

Where can a wine house be found to drown his sadness?

A cowherd points to Almond Flower Village in the distance.

Before he was done, he ended a paragraph, and added his name out of habit.

When the youth from Master Wei's team had written half of his poem, he curiously gave Zhang Ye's side a glance. The moment he saw it, his eyes nearly popped out. With a few coughs, he lowered his head to look at the poem he composed. With a sigh, he placed the brush down, no longer wishing to carry on.

"I admit defeat." The youth was convinced.

Master Zhou asked, "Aren't you going to finish it?"

The youth said with a wry smile, "Forget it, I don't want to incur ridicule on myself."

Six rounds!

Zhang Ye had won all of them!

Master Zhou said with a laugh, "There are still four rounds remaining, yet the victor has already been decided, so should we carry on?"

Wu Zeqing said, "I'm fine with anything."

Master Wei did not speak, but quite a few people behind him said,

"Yes!"

"Why shouldn't we?"

"There are still four rounds."

Although they had already lost, the result was no longer important at this moment. So what if Master Zhou's calligraphy piece went to Wu Zeqing, what they needed to do was recover what was left of their face. At least, at the very least, they should win one round, right? We cannot let him wipe us out completely! If it spread out, it would become a joke!

Master Zhou smiled and said, "Alright, then let's carry on."

A young calligrapher said, "Master Zhou, I think this competition isn't fair. It's a calligraphy competition, but why has it become a poetry competition? We all know calligraphy cannot be void of expression and cannot do without text or poetry, but poetry is not everything in calligraphy. We have already witnessed the prowess of this friend's ability in creating poetry. He is indeed better than us, but that doesn't mean his calligraphy skills are better than ours, right?"

Master Zhou opened up his arms. "But, those are the competition's rules. Every anniversary has always had these rules."

Was it fair?

It was indeed unfair!

Master Zhou knew it, Master Wei knew it, and Wu Zeqing also knew it.

In previous calligraphy competitions, everyone's literary standards were about the same. They were neither too bad nor good. After all, calligraphers were not literary experts. Hence, this sort of competition was usually quite fair. Everyone was pretty much on the same level, but a godly person had appeared in this year’s competition. Not only were his calligraphy skills excellent, his literary foundation was universe startling. This made the competition lose all suspense. Everyone knew that this youth in shades did not win due to his calligraphy but rather by his literary skills!

Calligraphy skills? He could only be said to have a chance against some of the calligraphers present. There were many here who were better than him.

But literary foundations? He alone was enough to steamroll dozens of calligraphers! Yes, steamroll. Steamrolling without any suspense!

One person was enough?

Now many people recalled through hindsight the meaning behind Wu Zeqing's words in the beginning! President Wu was not saying that she alone was enough. She was saying the youth alone was enough! President Wu clearly knew this youth from before, and knew his ability. Hence, when she saw the youth join her team, she declined on having other teammates. She had rejected the request of those who wanted to join her team out of pity! This was because Wu Zeqing knew this youth alone was enough! And that was indeed what had happened! This youth had really won over dozens of calligraphy seniors!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

"Such magnificent form," Horace took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood dripping from his nose. "A red goblin that could reach my head with his arms. Me, a giant even for with my orc brethren was punched in the face by a goblin standing upright. You are just breathtaking. You are my muse! Come and show me everything you have! Show me what makes you a man worth fighting with!"

"What are you, a pervert!" Rock yelled as he charged forward and threw a straight jab that hit Horace chin, shaking his head like a toy rattle. Horace's legs shooked, and he nearly dropped on his knee. His brain danced back and forth in his skull, making him feel the numbness all over his body.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Horace wind backs his arm to deliver his attack. Rock raised his guard in front of his face, but Horace wasn't aiming for his chin. "Here, I come!"

Horace delivered a backhand across Rock's belly and his hand left a bright red mark. But to Horace's surprise, Rock did not fly away like most of his opponents. Not only can Rock perform such impressive strikes, but he could also withstand all kinds of attacks. "Is that all you got? They felt more like an ant bite."

"You really are my muse." Horace straightened his back and puffed out his chest. "Ahem!" Horace cleared his throat.
'All men are strong,
Like A-O-K,
But Rock is stronger,
And that's O-K!'

"What?"

"It's my first attempt in a poem dedicated to this battle," Horace grinned, "What do you think? Please, I must know if it's any good."

"No, it's not good!" Rock yelled and began counting his fingers. "First off, your poem rhymes by repeating ok. Second, why are you talking about men being strong? What does that have to do with the fight? And third, why are you giving a speech about your poem in the middle of a fight?"

Horace's chest deflated, "I see. The diamond is still far too rough.

"Diamond?"

"But I must say that your first point is wrong," Horace said while making odd gestures with his hand. "You see, I played with the rhyming scheme by calling men strong as an oak, but instead of saying oak, I spelled it."

"But oak is spelled as O-A-K. Not A-O-K." Rock pointed out.

"Oh," Horace said, "then that means I need more inspiration! Come to me!" Horace lightly bonked his head, "Hit me with all your might!"

Rock clenched his fist and punched Horace on the nose, and faceplanted him to the ground. But just as he fell, Horace raised his hip and used the momentum to roll back on his feet. Despite his large size, Horace moved with great agility, slipping past Rock's flurry and landed a side hook on his liver. Rock fell on his hand and knee while covering his side with his other hand.

"Such a burst of energy." Horace raised his fist to the sky while blood and mucus poured down his nose. "A new set of words have come before me!"
'I stand alone,
I am alone,
But strong alone!'

"What the hell are you saying?"

"That must be the greatest verse I have ever envisioned." Horace looked down on Rock, "Don't you agree!"

"No," Rock swept Horace off his feet, but Horace sent a blast of mana from his palm, pushing back upright. Rock did not slow down, and he too launched his body off the ground and followed Horace.

With Horace's hands busy trying to stabilize his balance after landing back on his feet, Rock punched Horace across the face without anything blocking his way. The weight of his punch felt heavier than before, and Horace smiled because of it. "That punch was full of vigor." Horace spat out a large ball of blood. "That means you agree, that poem is the best one yet!"

Rock turned in dismay seeing Horace still standing from that attack. But he could only respond at Horace's ridiculous claim of his current verse's validity. "That was the worst one!"

"But I did not make any errors."

"You literally repeated the same word to make it rhyme."

"I see," Horace snapped his fingers, "Doing such a thing only made me look lazy and silly. I remember my master once told me that muses hate primadonnas and love those with a strict work ethic. Maybe he was right, I must not wait for you. I must work for it!" Horace ran towards Rock.

"So, you're finally getting serious!" Rock raised his guard and embraced himself. Horace was now serious, and he expects Horace will punch him in the face, but he did not. Horace fortified his fist with so much mana that it began to flicker faster and faster. Then he landed his devasting left hook on Rock's side and it just as devastating as getting rammed by a mountain goat.

The punch sent Rock flying across the field and landing on a stack of crates. A giant fist imprinted itself on Rock's side belly and his inadequate healing spell could do little at killing the pain.

Horace took a deep breath,
'You may see me struggle,
But even if I fall,
Just like a flower,
I will stand tall,
And have a golden shower.'
"My greatest work has finally dawned on me!" 

"Shut up!" Rock sat up and threw a piece of plank wood at Horace, hitting him on the head. "Who cares about your stupid poem?"

Horace turned to look at Rock, "I do, and that is why you can't beat me. I fight for my love, and you are just the inspiration I need to express my feelings." Horace picked up a wooden plank and broke it in half with his forehead, "That is why no matter how strong you punch me, I will not lose. A man that fights with no love, is a man that will never like a dove." Horace's eyes widened, "Woah, that was good. I need to write that down."

"Looks like your giant goblin is struggling," Jackson and Smoke exchanged blows with their warclubs. Jackson raised his club and summoned mana, surrounding the metal ball. Then he slammed it against Smoke's warclub. The metal handle did not bend or break and Smoke did not give an inch to Jackson. "Just give up,"

"I'm not giving and neither is my brother," Smoke glared at Jackson.

Horace produced a pen and paper out from his pants and began writing down his new ideas. "What do you mean I have no love?" Rock fell on his back, "I have so many people I love. So many people I care about and more important than your poems."

Horace tucked his pen between his ear and wrapped the paper in a leather patch before putting it in his pocket. "That may be true," Horace slowly waked towards Rock, "But where is the romance in that."

Rock stopped using his healing spell on his body and he stared at the deep blue sky. The sun was setting and the colors were slowly getting darker. Eventually, his vision began to fade to black, and before he knew it, he returned to the barn. The clouds turned to spider webs, and the sound of the cold wind rustling the wind became wooden floor creaking. But one thing remained, that was the pain in his liver.

Rock tried to breathe, but the air did not enter his lungs. He rolled to face the ground and tried to stand back up, but his muscles had lost its energy. Rock has yet to realize that he was in a dream. And a memory that haunted him when he was still a tiny goblin still growing inside the dark, cold barn.

Besides him was Sun, crawling to his mother. Sun looked even weaker than he was, but he managed to stand as the victory. Sun once told Rock that the reason he was victorious was that he aimed at Rock's weak spots. Instead of going for his head, which would have shattered his knuckle, Sun went for his liver, which was easier to reach and safer to punch.

Rock took that lesson to heart and landed his punches on Horace's chin. But Horace did not fall to his feet like his brothers. Rock wasn't sure what he was missing, but then he remembered one more event in his life. The day he beat the troll.

He reached the giant's head despite being an ant in comparison. And he won against that giant. He fought that troll for hurting Dawn, he fought that troll to save his tribe, and he fought that troll because he was the only one that could reach the troll. And if Horace saw that fight, he would have no doubt called it romantic. Rock opened his eyes back at the sky, still blue, but the night was slowly creeping its way.

"So you want me to be romantic!" Suddenly, mana exploded out from withing Rock's chest, "Then I'll tell you why I'm fighting!" The mana turned into flame swirling around Rock.

Horace stopped walking and stared in awe at the pyre growing in size. The light from the blue fire dazzled his eyes, making him cry from the beauty of the flame. "What beauty." He whispered.

"I fight for my brothers, for my mother, for my love," Rock stood as tall as Horace. He walked out from the flame a new goblin, "And this is my romance!" Rock skin was no longer red, but it was now deep green. He had a red crown around his head made up of various sizes of feathers pointing towards the sky. His muscles were far larger before, and his green eyes were burning with passion. "Hit my abs one more time! I will show you that I am stronger!"

Horace lunged at Rock, "Give me everything you got, my muse!" Mana began to converge around Horace's fist then punched Rock abs.

Mana exploded on Rock's body but he did not budge. He did not react, not even moving a centimeter. The veins in his arms popped out as he flexed his muscles. "Now it's my turn."

"Yes! Give it to me!" Horace opened his arms to receive Rock's punch. And Rock obliged. His mana began to rise out from feet while exuding great pressure around him. Rock prepares for a wind up before plunging his iron fist on his Horace's face, planting his head to the earth. The ground shook and cracked under the weight of the punch, breaking the earth apart.

When the dust settled, Rock stood proud and tall. And Horace, the aspiring poet, was stuck on the earth, smiling without his teeth after witnessing the glory of his muse.

They should have fought back. They felt his disdain, but no one wanted to believe - believe that they were never loved. That they can just appease him again. Sacrifice their lives again. Conquered their enemies again. Built wonders for his majesty again. And when they finally accepted the truth, it brought them to their knees as his machines burned down their wonders and reduced them back into animals.

But there was still hope. The Stellars told of our survival. Our downfall was just the beginning. Our regression into animals was merely a delay. At the time, our people were split into different tribes. Before the doors to the infinite sea are open. There will be a child born to stand against his machines, born to challenge his majesty. And with a sword in one hand and a scepter on the other, that child - that hero, will lead his kingdom. The kingdom of goblins.

Sun, the goblin child born to save all of goblin kind. A former human from an unknown world died and reborn with little memory of his past. Join him as he takes on the world, make new friends, uncover the secret of his past, and lead the goblin kind from the darkness.

It was already their third morning on the island. When everyone gathered in the dining room for breakfast, the atmosphere was heavier than it was yesterday. 
Saibara and Elen were curious to see Angeal and Dharvey sleeping in the living room with a blanket. The other girls thought that the girls woke up earlier than them but when the old couple asked why they were sleeping outside, they grew curious about the reason why when they just answered that Angeal wanted to sleep outside. 
"Ah... what is the issue now," Ivar whispered, making Gwen fill him in with what Dharvey had told her before they came to the dining room. 
Gwen had told Ivar of the fight that had happened between Frey and Angeal and that Arvid and Dharvey were there to stop them. She also filled him in that there was a confession that had happened between Arvid and Frey, and Arvid and Angeal, making the immortal sigh internally as he shook his head.
"Their friendship is in a dilemma," he commented silently, making Gwen nod in agreement. 
"Why did you sleep in the living room, dear?" Gladios asked, worry evident in his voice. "It is cold out! You even had Dharvey with you," he added, making Angeal speak. 
"Dharvey was still drunk so she wanted to feel a little cooler outside. She slept there so I followed her," Angeal lied, Dharvey slightly narrowing her eyes at her. 
"Yes..." Dharvey internally sighed as she drank her cup of coffee, screaming inside her head. 'If only you're not my friend... I wouldn't follow your web of lies! Oooh~!'
As they ate their bread and drank their coffees in silence, Devin sighed getting their attention as he put his mug on the table, his eyes serious as he looked at the Arvid, Frey, Angeal, and Dharvey, as if wanting to scold them. 
"The four of you were so noisy last night. If the four of you didn't stop your bickering at the last minute, I was about to come out and throw you to the sea."
"Wha—" 
The four who were outside last night were flabbergasted when they heard Devin say that. 
'He has watched us last night!?'
"Bickering?" The old man looked at the four. Arvid was seated beside Frey, and in front of them were Dharvey and Angeal, which explains why the atmosphere was heavy. "What is this bickering that I'm hearing?"
Angeal narrowed her eyes at Devin who was sitting nonchalantly from across the table as he sipped his coffee. She looked at her grandfather, faked a smile, then answered him. 
"Oh, it's a normal fight, Pops! Nothing serious!"
"A normal fight where it's normal to call one a slut?"
'Gah!'
"Angeal and Frey... what is this preposterous disgusting word?"
"Nothing!" 
Frey and Angeal shot Devin a deadly look. The Soul Eater just shrugged his shoulders, not caring about anything and he can do so since he knows that the two can't go against him because he sponsored their trip to the private island. 
'Dare go against me... you know what will happen,' he thought to himself as a smirk appeared on his face, hidden by his mug. 
'Why is he doing this intentionally,' Angeal thought, her fists below the table tightening. 
Ivar understood why Devin was doing this on purpose. Devin's hearing is quite sensitive so he could hear even the tapping of a pen from a different room! If they were shouting last night and it was quite near the villa, he could hear from where he is.
Meaning, his sleep was disturbed... that's why he's doing this intentionally. 
"Levin," Devin called his brother's attention, making him look at his brother. 
"Yes?"
"Do you know some poems about friendship?"
Angeal and Frey coughed on their drinks, making them glare at the Soul Eater from the corner of their eye. 
'You're doing this on purpose!'
"Hmm..." Levin thought out loud, his eyes widening slightly when he recalled of one poem. "I know one by Shel Silverstein. It's entitled Tug 'o War."
"Oh?" Devin leaned his back on the chair he was sitting on. "Do share."
Seeing their master this way, and now understanding that there was an argument that had happened between Angeal and Frey, everyone in the table, except for Levin who was telling the poem, grew silent. 
Now they know that Devin is really doing this on purpose...
~
"I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins"
~
"Ah," Devin commented, everyone's eyes on him as a fake smile crept on his face. "Isn't that a sweet poem? What can you say, Arvid?"
"A-ah..."
The young immortal was quite surprised to hear their master addressing to him! Everyone's eyes were on him now as they waited for him to speak. 
"It is, Master Devin," he answered, the Soul Eater's eyes landing on Dharvey. 
"Now, may I ask you, Dharvey..." The girl gulped a little as she waited for him to continue speaking. "Was there giggling last night? Were there... cuddles? Some hugs, perhaps?"
"I..." 
The girl did not know what to say. Devin smirked as he cocked his head to the side, intimidating her. 
"I don't like liars..."
Dharvey avoided his gaze as she answered under her breath, enough for everyone to hear. 
"There were no such things..."
"That's right," the Soul Eater agreed, looking at the four who were out last night with serious eyes. "It was more of a tugging, no?"
"Yes..."
Hearing Dharvey's answer, Devin's eyes now wandered off and landed on Martha, making her heart jump in fear for a second. 
"Now, Martha... you've been reading books for as long as I can remember! Care to share to us a poem about friendship that you know?"
She blinked her eyes a few times. The dining table was still quiet as ever, Devin's voice only heard. 
"Well, yes," Martha answered. "A Poison Tree by William Blake," she added, Devin gesturing for her to begin to share and so she did. 
~
"I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears
Night & morning with my tears;
And I stunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole,
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree."
~
When Martha finished sharing the poem, Devin nodded as if agreeing with the poem and looked at the four who had disturbed his peace last night. 
"I took everyone out to enjoy and shouldered all the expenses because my stupid servant begged us to have fun since we just came home from a long journey," he said, making Ivar give a violent reaction for being called stupid. 
"Hey!"
But the Soul Eater ignored him, and continued talking. 
"But my peace last night was disturbed by this useless banter!" Devin banged his fist on the dining table, surprising everyone on their seats. "I was about to go out and punish the four of you but you guys were lucky to have stopped before I arrived, but alas! I only had a few hours of sleep!"
Almost everyone held their breaths due to fear. Only Levin who was beside his angry brother was calm as he continued to rant so early in the morning. The four who were outside were especially silent, making Arlo steal glances at them, feeling left out. 
'Was I too drunk last night that I didn't know what happened between the four? Was the fight so serious?'
"We came here on my island with the thought of having fun." He then stood up, looked at everyone as the people around the table, except for Levin, bow down their heads as they listened, "Now if the tension is still this bad and if people continue to disturb my peace, I might leave you in this island forever and you may never come home!"
When Devin had walked out from the dining table, everyone, except for Levin, sighed in relief as Ivar, Gwen, and Dharvey, thought to themselves of abandoning their responsibilities, having the same thought in mind: 
'Can I agitate his peace so I can stay in this island forever?'
"Ah," Levin reacted, getting everyone's attention. "It is our last day today. If he sees this getting worse, who knows what he might do and say," he added, making Angeal and Frey look at their untouched bread, feeling embarrassed.
"He's right, though," Edwin said. "We came here to enjoy. What's happening with kids suddenly fighting in this beautiful island," he added, making Angeal and Frey pout like children being scolded. 
"What happened last night?" Arlo whispered to Dharvey, making her sigh exasperatedly as she remembered what had happened last night. 
"Oh, I wish I was you last night," Dharvey only said, making Arlo cock his head to the side in curiosity. 
No longer bearing the heavy atmosphere around them and the attention given to them, Angeal abruptly stood up, getting everyone's attention. 
"I'm going for a walk," she flatly said, leaving everyone behind in the dining room.
"I'll be inside the room," Frey said and stood up as well as she started heading to the girls' room, everyone's eyes now on Ivar as if they're looking for some answers.
"What now? This seems to be serious," Gwen commented, making Devin's personal servant sigh. 
"We push through with the last agenda for today. For now, we need to give each other time. As angry Devin may be, we have to respect that those two are angry at each other and that they find the difficulty to make up," he answered, making the others nod in agreement. 
Arvid on the other hand, worried so much. He actually couldn't sleep a wink last night as he worried about their friendship! 
He wished that they could go back to when they were children, wherein they couldn't feel this sort of feelings that made things complicated for them.


"Devin, do you love me?"

Hearing her question that had snapped him out of his thoughts, the Soul Eater opened his eyes slowly to meet her blue eyes once more. He smiled foolishly as his right hand reached out to her face, his thumb caressing her bottom lip.

"Is that a question you dare ask your husband?"

Angeal pouted like a child. 

"Tell me you love me... or I’ll cry."

Devin chuckled, making Angeal pout more as she narrowed her eyes at him. When Devin ceased his jovial laughter, he didn’t answer her question. Instead, he bent down as he pulled her closer to him, his lips smoothly landing on hers to give her a loving kiss. 

’I love you, Angeal. Before I even knew it, my heart yearned for you.’

~

Punished by the Almighty Seraphim, Devin was branded a fallen angel and was given a curse to become a Soul Eater—a being who is hungry for souls and feeds on them for sustenance.

Devin was bound on earth, looking for clues on how to cure his irrevocable curse until a desperate old man saw the Soul Eater and begged him to save his newborn granddaughter’s life.

However... it comes with the price of selling both of their souls. 

With the old man giving both of their lives to the Soul Eater, what path lies ahead for Angeal as she grows in a house full of magical immortals?

~

The Almighty Seraphim sighed, shaking herself from her thoughts. She then spoke, planting more curiosity in the mind of the Dominion who was watching over the Soul Eater. 

"Continue watching over them. She is his cure, but it will lead her to oblivion.”

~

With the Soul Eater cursed and with them eventually knowing that the sweet innocent girl he saved is the cure, will their relationship be a boon or a bane?

Will they perhaps have sweet love, forbidden love... or maybe even both?

With the given thoughts at hand, will fate bless their lives... or curse them even more?

Let us know the answers to these questions as we unravel the story of Angeal being the Soul Eater’s Possession.

~

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

[FYI: This book is also a SLOW BURN romance. If you don’t appreciate slow burns, feel free to take a chance on this book if you want to. *wink*]

Volume 1: Nunc Domum
When the Soul Eater, Devin, and his personal servant, Ivar, found no clues about the curse, they finally went home after 18 years. However, when the two arrived in the mansion, Devin's curse suddenly went amok when he met the human girl, Angeal. What could be the girl's involvement in his curse?

Volume 2: Est Ignotum
As the immortals and the mortals spent their days with each other, they are more confused than ever with not only with the feelings they have for a certain person, but also with their background, with their loyalty, and with what lies ahead. To them, there are a lot of things that are unknown...

Volume 3: Actio Culmen Cadentia
The peak of their lives had finally arrived as secrets and revelations, stirring their judgments and what they believe in. As they all go on with their lives, what will they decide for others, and of course, for themselves?

Volume 4: Et Requiem
With all the events that had transpired, each one of them had started to question one's judgment and decisions. Now that these actions had been falling, what will Devin, Angeal, and everyone do to face what's ahead of them?

Volume 5: Insidiamini Torquet
Everyone's lives are now practically caught in series of unexpected twists and turns. As they are to face the challenges that are thrown at them, what would everyone do as everyone is in it for a shocking revelation about their fate? Will they fight for friendship, freedom, or for love?

~

Update Schedule:
Every first day of the month, story ends on December 2021.

Cover commissioned to: Chainslock

Entry for Webnovel Spirity Awards Spring 2020

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