What if forces were shapeless entities that guided the delicate balance of nature? What if forces constantly battled each other similarly to the way many mammals fight to stay alive? In this story, forces such as the structure of disease and atrophy are that of a shapeless being. One in which hopes to devour a boy named Samael; however, challenges do arise when there’s more than one force looking for a meal.

Chapter 20: Evelyn, Part 8
I wasn't sure what had just happened, but I felt cold as ice, and like my insides had been scooped out in a hurry. Walking back slowly into the house, energy drained, I barely noticed when William almost ran me over. "Ah, sorry!" he said, steadying himself as he grabbed my shoulder. "I didn't see you there. Still gonna make sandwiches?"
"I'm not hungry, but sure."
He gently turned me around to face him, and he visibly struggled to keep himself from jumping back. "What's wrong with you?"
"What?" I moved past him trying to get to my car keys from the kitchen counter.
"You look like you've seen a—you look pasty and sweaty."
"So what, I was exercising," I lied, shrugging my shoulders.
"But your face looks sunken in, Evey."
After waving him off from following me, I picked up my keys and headed towards the front door. "I'll be fine."
"I'm driving you to the appointment, remember?" He grabbed an apple off the counter for himself before catching up to me. "Seriously, it looks like if you just lay down, you'd be a full-blown corpse."
Flinching at the thought, I kind of was like a walking corpse with how sluggish and horrible I felt. I gave in with a heavy sigh. "Here," I said, and threw him the keys.
The drive there was spent with William trying to beat it into me that we agreed I wouldn't drive for the time being, and I tried to bring the life back into my cheeks as I furiously pinched them. The energy was slowly returning, but not before the gum-smacking receptionist could gasp at my arrival. "Wow, you look as white as a ghost," she said shamelessly. "Bad day?"
I simply nodded and sat down while I waited for the session. William had dropped me off to run an errand, and I was glad for the few minutes to myself.
Dr. Laura didn't seem alarmed when she saw me, but instead, she kept her professional and friendly composure as she ushered me in. I managed to explain away my appearance with stress and lack of sleep, which she believed, but cautioned me to force a nap that day. At first, I felt uncomfortable keeping everything from her, but I quickly realized it was the only thing I could do. However, I kept the session going, discussing my talks with William and Alice since last week, and I successfully fooled her into thinking I'd made a healthy step forward. My heart felt sunken in my chest as I spoke because I had come so far before the visions and time ripple came into the picture. It seemed like I had only just gotten through the first wave of the horror of losing my parents, and gotten a hold of my OCD. I was performing with the symphony again, sleeping and eating regularly, and showing some semblance of living at last; but all of that was whisked away in one night, my confidence shattered.
There was a lull as Dr. Laura took a moment to sip her tiny cup of green tea. I couldn't help but wonder what she'd really say if she knew how fearful I was of everything. I had to keep it hidden from her now, and especially from William. I couldn’t let him worry about me anymore. He had his life figured out and he was happy with Alice. If he found out anything, it would bring back old problems and even strain his relationship with her. I wouldn’t allow myself to get in the way again.
When my parents died, William sacrificed so much to take care of me that he neglected Alice for months at a time. Being the compassionate woman she is, Alice understood and never once outwardly complained. I knew she was suffering though, wondering if William was ever going to come back around and if I was going to get well enough for him to do so without guilt plaguing him. He may have wanted it, but my place wasn't at home with them when they were to be married, no matter how much William thought it was. When and where could I be sane and happy? Where exactly was my place in the world? I wanted to shout it out, to crunch it into a ball and hurl it across the western hemisphere, but instead, I wore it around my neck like a weighted chain as a slave to my fears. The inner torment would continue, and I had to keep my head straight.
When it was over, I went outside and stood by the door to wait for my black Jeep to make its appearance. Glancing inside on occasion I could see the receptionist busying herself over some paperwork before she suddenly walked to the door with paper towels and cleaner in her hands. I quickly stepped out of the way, and she beamed at me as she pushed it open. "Don't have your car today?"
I shook my head. "Can't drive today, but my ride's coming."
"Ah. Excuse me," she said, shutting the door after coming back out. I left her to spray and wipe down first the outside then the inside of the glass door, until I saw her return and tape up a flyer on the inside. Through the glass at the top of the flyer read in bold letters, "A Study of Past Lives" and in regular font directly underneath, "Group Regression Therapy at the Globe Center, Thursday through Saturday mornings, starting at ten o'clock." Regression therapy, what could that mean? I suddenly jumped when the receptionist's bright smile popped out the side of the flyer.
"Hey, you interested?" she said, coming outside again. I shook my head. "You looked curious to me."
"I was just curious what it was," I said, a little annoyed with her persistence.
She shrugged, and eyeing the flyer she said, "I never really got that stuff, it's just weird if you want my opinion."
"Studying past lives?"
"Yeah, it's so ridiculous. I get that many cultures believe in reincarnation, but I don't really see the science behind it," she said with a frown and went back inside.
One of my eyebrows perked up, and my eyes widened. That day at the performance, it was like they were looking at me so clearly. That's why it seemed like a vision or a vivid dream. Could it be? It could've been a memory, and I might not have recognized what I saw because it wasn't my memory! All the images I saw during the migraine, the dreams, and . . . wait. If my visions of Delling weren't visions, but memories, then how could they really be of Delling? Were the memories of someone else?
Typing "regression therapy" in my phone, I was surprised my search revealed that group sessions were sometimes advertised at universities, or convention centers just like this one. So, it wasn't anything unusual, and I knew Dr. Laura would never advertise any therapy conventions or doctors she didn't respect. Besides, in a group session I could show up and survey the situation, anything odd at all, and I could slip out without being noticed. The Internet said it had a lot to do with hypnosis. Great, would they make me bark or dance like a chicken? The more I read through more websites, the more the information really seemed like serious work.
It may have been strange, but maybe it only seemed that way. Frankly, I was willing to try almost anything to get to the truth. I needed to know what was wrong with me. Maybe the therapy wasn’t actually about finding the cure of an answer from a past life but making people feel better. I could use a moment or two of feeling good again, for real.
William pulled up in my Jeep just then, and I snapped a picture of the flyer before hopping into the passenger seat. Whatever the future held for me, maybe this was the answer that could help me get to it, through the past.

As a professional pianist, it is only in music that Evelyn Bell allows herself to let go of reality. After the loss of her parents, Evey struggles with obsessive-compulsive disorder and remains fixated on an echo of the past—until her life is turned upside down once more. Trapped within a vision, she locks eyes with a mysterious young man. Without answers, time literally stops around her.

Ailis is a woman of the Celts, the daughter of a chief. She must protect her people from invaders. When she loses her brother it is only the beginning. With help from other clans, she tries to keep her father’s alliance alive long enough to save them all. Will Ailis be able to protect her people against all odds?

Evey and Ailis will fight for their freedom and embark on a journey through memories and strife where they must learn to embrace their true destiny.

A Bell Sound Everlasting is created by J.Z.N. McCauley, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Han Su-Yeong continued to write.
The short period of time given to her during the wee hours was completely devoted to Kim Dok-Ja.
"Hey, Dokkaebi King."
"Yes, my dear god."
"....I told you to stop calling me that. Anyways. The 'Ways of Survival' will be published seven in the evenings from now on. The website doesn't have the feature to schedule the chapter releases ahead of time yet, so you hold onto the manuscript and upload them on time for me. If I upload them during dawn, that kid is going to stay up late and wait. He won't get any sleep."
"I shall do as you command."
Han Su-Yeong spat out a lengthy groan and shifted her gaze back to the manuscript she'd been working on.
⸢Yu Jung-Hyeok examined the events of the previous regression turn.⸥
She couldn't possibly write a life that lasted for 1863rd regression turns. 3149 chapters were simply too short to contain a life lived for 1864 times. She had to omit some regression turns, while some others had to be greatly reduced in length.
She knew that life didn't really work that way. But at the same time, she had to acknowledge that some lives could only be written in such a manner. Once she came to accept that, writing those lives didn't prove to be too difficult for her.
The life of 1863rd turn Yu Jung-Hyeok was given to her in its entirety, while she also possessed information from the 3rd turn Kim Dok-Ja, as well. Most importantly, though, she was an excellent writer.
The margins she couldn't fill up, they would instead be lived out by Yu Jung-Hyeok himself.
Yu Jung-Hyeok, who'd take his breaths among the flowing contexts of the words, and step above the hard ground covered by the pitch-black letters.
All she could do was to deliver such Yu Jung-Hyeok's story.
Every time she wrote a single chapter, Kim Dok-Ja's life was extended by yet another day. As one sentence after another was compiled and recorded, her own time also ticked forward little by little.
The 13-year-old Han Su-Yeong became 14. Then, 15 years old.
⸢A serialisation that would last for ten long, arduous years had begun.⸥
It was tough. She didn't have enough stamina, and her young body was simply too frail. Even then, Han Su-Yeong endured. She thought about Kim Dok-Ja beyond the computer screen, also getting older like her. Kim Dok-Ja, who hadn't died, hadn't given up, and was still enduring his life.
- Dear author-nim, Today, Jung-Hyeok did...
Are you really enjoying a story like this?
Although half in doubt, Han Su-Yeong still continued to write the story.
⸢"The information I gave you will come in handy later down the line. So, take a look whenever you have time."⸥
The story would not end as long as someone was reading it.
That's how it was with the 1863rd regression turn, once thought to be the last.
- Author-nim. I've been thinking, how about creating a new character by using this opportunity....?
She checked the comments Kim Dok-Ja left behind every day. As she was active only around the early hours, communicating with him in real-time was difficult, but she did reply to the questions that seemingly required one.
- Should I create another main character?
- If possible, might as well as make her a pretty female character...
- Aha, you mean a beautiful young girl.
⸢Facial features more than enough to slap Yu Jung-Hyeok's cheeks twice. A beautiful young boy with brilliant blonde locks glared at Yu Jung-Hyeok and shouted out. "Hey you, dumpling man."⸥
- ….But, author-nim??
Kim Dok-Ja, 16 years old. 17, 18.
He'd consume this story and grow older, and eventually, become the 'Most Ancient Dream'. Despite knowing that fact, Han Su-Yeong still enjoyed this time period. A world of a pure-white snowfield where letters were wandering around freely. Above this world existed Kim Dok-Ja, and so did Han Su-Yeong.
- Author-nim. I was wondering if Jung-Hyeok-ee is suffering way too much lately...
Sometimes, she'd put Yu Jung-Hyeok through the wringer. It only happened because of her desire to realistically copy and paste the story she already knew. While writing the novel in this manner, she'd fall into a pit of confusion every now and then.
Did this event really happen in the past?
Couldn't it be more like, it happened because I wrote this?
Whatever the truth was, she still gave it her all. She took pride in her work. But at the same time, she had to admit that it was impossible for her to completely rule over her own work.
⸢With a pair of seething, boiling eyes, Yu Jung-Hyeok glared up into the heavens.⸥
Sometime in the future, Yu Jung-Hyeok created by the tips of her hands would meet that Kim Dok-Ja for real. Just thinking about that event nearly made her go crazy from time to time.
- Unprecedented hit novel! ⸢⸢SSSSS-grade Infinite Regressor⸥⸥!
Around that time, the 'daytime ego' began working as an author in earnest, as well. Of course, she had stolen the nighttime Han Su-Yeong's talents wholesale, so there was no way that her novel would fail. Not only that, the 'daytime ego' even went to the trouble of creating an anonymous account to leave behind a toxic comment on the 'Ways of Survival', too.
- I'm really worried about the life of the dear author-nim actually writing this junk.
….What was even more flabbergast-inducing was Kim Dok-Ja's DM.
- Author-nim! Do know about the novel called SSSSS-grade Infinite Regressor? That novel's setting is exactly the same as the Ways of...
Han Su-Yeong smirked and began typing her reply. She thought, right, the dude writing a DM like this accused me of being a plagiarist during the 1863rd turn, did you?
- I'm happy that my viewcount has gone up thanks to the exposure, actually.
When she was finished typing the reply, the faint rays of the daybreak had cast onto the world outside the window. Starting from a while ago, she didn't feel refreshed even after waking up. She'd often use up all of her allotted time on writing the novel, and there were times when she couldn't endure the fatigue anymore and fall asleep despite the self-regulated activity period not having ended yet.
To make matters worse, her memories were gradually deteriorating, as well.
Information she heard from Yu Jung-Hyeok, and received from Kim Dok-Ja – she couldn't recall them well. Things that happened back in the 1863rd turn were getting blurrier. And also...

[Your Fable is being consumed.]

Even the length of her self-regulated activity period was decreasing gradually.

*

The time continued to tick by, and Han Su-Yeong continued to write almost every day.
At times, she couldn't wake up and ended up wasting an entire day. And due to the worsening fatigue, the number of days she couldn't read Kim Dok-Ja's comments increased as well.
- Author-nim. I'll be joining the military the day after tomorrow. Looks like I'll be sent to the frontlines.
- It's Kim Dok-Ja. I'm here at Yanggu.
- Jung-Hyeok-ah... I wonder, have you ever shovelled snow before?
20 years old, 21, 22...
371st turn, 621st, 972nd...
As Yu Jung-Hyeok's regression turn numbers grew higher, so did Kim Dok-Ja's age. Kim Dok-Ja feeding on Yu Jung-Hyeok's tragedy became a high school student, then a university student and eventually, a soldier.
Han Su-Yeong observed the growth of such a man.
Her free time decreased even more as the 'daytime ego', now an adult herself, began staying up during the dawn as well. As the time to polish up the novel gradually dissipated, the Dokkaebi King's role also naturally grew much more substantial.
"Please don't worry. I shall fix all the errors," said the Dokkaebi King.
"Do you even know anything about grammar?"
"Yes, I do. I'm planning to earn my living that way. A publisher was looking for a part-time proofreader, so I confidently applied for the position."
This guy still came across as somewhat unreliable, but she couldn't get anyone else to help her, anyway. She definitely couldn't get the help from the 'daytime ego', for instance. A lot of her strength had been exhausted and her forgetfulness had worsened greatly in recent times so it took a lot out of her just to post a reply to Kim Dok-Ja's comments.
⸢And just like that, a few more years went by like fleeting magic.⸥
While writing that sentence, Han Su-Yeong thought that her life wasn't all that different from Yu Jung-Hyeok's, in some ways.
Sometimes, a life really did get omitted like this. However, that didn't mean a life omitted as such left nothing of itself behind, either. That's what she thought while staring at the novel numbering over 3000 chapters currently compiled before her eyes.
On a certain day before the completion, Han Su-Yeong opened up the platform's chat window in order to write a comment as usual.
- Please don't give up, dear reader-nim.
….Did I post a comment like this before?
Initially, she figured this was a result of her typing some random things while half-submerged in drowsiness. However, there was more than one post that she couldn't remember ever posting here.
- To answer your question...
Just when did she post such replies before? No matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn't recall. Not only that, the timestamps of the posts were weird, as well.
- Actually, rather than a mistake in the setting, it's...
Han Su-Yeong summoned the Dokkaebi King right away. When she did, the creature wearing a fedora appeared from the thin air accompanied by the 'Tsu-chuchut!' noise.
She asked. "Did you write this?"
"Yes."
"On whose authority?"
"I sincerely apologise for not getting your permission beforehand. You seemed very tired lately."
Han Su-Yeong quietly stared at the Dokkaebi King.
This creature came to this world searching for its 'god'. And it now knew who its creator was.
"Just what are you aiming for?"
"I am merely a 'storyteller'. And as it is with every storyteller, I love to tell a great epic. The world you have created, of course."
"There is only one reader of this story, though."
"Do you really believe so?"
She narrowed her eyes and shot back. "I already know what you're scheming, okay? You're planning to turn my novel into a 'paid service', aren't you?"
Ever since arriving in this world, she constantly thought about 'that day'.
The novel she wrote would become the 'scenario' that would go on to destroy this universe. However, who would dare to do something so horrifying like that? The answer was quite simple when she thought about it.
There was only one existence capable of doing something like that in this world-line, after all.
"You brought me here for that very purpose, didn't you?"
"I won't deny that. Even though it hadn't been long since I realised what my true role was."
Faint sparks were dancing all over the Dokkaebi King's body. That was the evidence of the system's Probability growing stronger. Also, it meant that this Dokkaebi was gradually regaining the power of the King of the storytellers.
Han Su-Yeong stared at the dancing sparks before speaking up. "....So, then. The apocalypse will really begin, is that it?"
"Yes."
"Honestly, I don't get it at all. You know the chronological sequence doesn't make sense, either."
"....The chronological sequence?"
"The only reason why I can write this is because Yu Jung-Hyeok will live his life in the future, and Kim Dok-Ja had read the novel. But for me to write a novel that Kim Dok-Ja will read, that's...."
"....The time paradox. That's what humans call this. However, there are universes that do operate on that principle. A universe where the future is written before the past, and the cause is created for the purpose of the end result. I'm sure you're already familiar with such a universe?"
Han Su-Yeong frowned as if to ask, what on earth are you talking about?
The Dokkaebi King grinned and lightly tapped the computer monitor. "Aren't you currently writing one?"
The stray thoughts and fragments of letters she had thrown around could be found in there.
Countless scenes existing outside the time itself, outside the world, waiting to be connected as one. Some scenes became futures despite being written earlier, while some scenes, despite being written later, became the past. Han Su-Yeong's eyes trembled. ".....Are you saying this whole universe is just a novel?"
"If I am to compare it, then yes, something like that."
The letters within the screen seemed to ripple. Letters wishing to be loved by someone were flowing outside the monitor after forming pairs and groups with each other.
Sentences, that sparkled like the stars.
Some sentences willingly became the darkness for other sentences, while a certain sentence became light only through those dark words. Some sentences existed for the next sentence, while the next sentence gained its meaning because the first sentence existed.
"There is no 'before and after' in this universe. And that is precisely the reason why the 'First World-line' is being completed very last." Within this giant, endlessly connecting chain, the Dokkaebi King was smiling rapturously. "The universe was created just now, but at the same time, it has existed for the past billions of years, as well. And a certain beginning only appears after the apocalypse has commenced."
Sentences cascaded like a meteor shower.
<Star Stream> was singing towards its god.
Because Han Su-Yeong wrote the Ways of Survival, Kim Dok-Ja got to read it.
Because Kim Dok-Ja read the Ways of Survival, Yu Jung-Hyeok began his regression.
Because Yu Jung-Hyeok began his regression, Han Su-Yeong was able to write the 'Ways of Survival.'
She might have written them, but these words were completed only after leaving her hands.
⸢The story that would save someone, destroy, and help him live.⸥
Han Su-Yeong stared at the horrifying trajectory drawn out by those words and became acutely aware of the fact that she had been thrown into this neverending cycle.
She might be the author responsible for creating this world, but she was also a powerless god. A god that couldn't even save a single reader. A god who was simply a part of this vast, boundless story.

[<Star Stream> is smiling in your direction.]

"Now, behold. Isn't this a truly perfect story?"


<Epilogue 3. Author's words (3)> Fin.

Only I know the end of this world.
One day our MC finds himself stuck in the world of his favorite webnovel. What does he do to survive? It is a world struck by catastrophe and danger all around.
His edge? He knows the plot of the story to end. Because he was the sole reader that stuck with it. Read his story to see how he survives!

Soon all the three of them, Tania's Dada ji and Dadi ji along with Tania left their room and made a beeline for Nikita's room.
Nikita opened her room's door as soon as Dada ji knocked at the door. Tania, with her grandparents entered Nikita's room and were asked to sit down. The ladies sat on the bed and Dada ji took the chair placed near the table below the wall mounted TV set.
It had been decided earlier that Mira would start the conversation and Dada ji would take over. This was because Nikita had confided a lot of information to Mira earlier in the day.

Mira thought that it would be better to come to the point straight away.
"Nikita, your son has been spying on all of us through the CCTV Camera he had fitted in Tania's room."
"When it was discovered, he planted a listening device which is tied to the leg of the bed."
"We suspected him earlier but did not have proof."
"But the spy pen camera fitted by Tania showed him entering her room in order to remove the CCTV camera."
"Then it captured his entry when he came to fit the listening device below the bed."
Nikita looked very unhappy. She was thinking that as a mother she did not expect her son to  stoop so low. What would he gain by spying on his niece?
"I am sorry Nani ji, for the pain that our words are causing you,' said Tania.
Yes, we are all sorry for the agony that you are going through at the moment. We can see the pain  being reflected in your face.

"I am so sorry, what can I do?" she responded.
"But I will call him here to apoligise for his behaviour and enquire why he did it."
"He has been difficult from childhood but as he has grown to adulthood, his behaviour has not undergone a change."
"Fedor, my husband and Tania's Nana ji, had taken Igor to task on a number of occassions."
"But it seems he has not learnt what is right and what is wrong."

"No Nikita! there is no need to call him, actualy we know why he is doing this and hopefully we can have him change his ways once he realises his folly."

"Do you believe that when a person dies he is either going to become one with God by going to heaven, or he goes to hell if he has been a really bad guy. But then there is another option that he comes back to complete his task that remained." asked Mira.
"I don't know about this. Being an Orthodox Christian, I was brought up believing that this was an only life. But Jesus did resurrect and sometimes I wonder, was that an indication that we all could?"
"I think I will take over from here," replied Dada ji.

"Tania had been having dreams of castles and forts and temples since childhood. After her parents died in that car crash, these dreams became more vivid."
"She visited doctors for her problems but to no avail."
"Then, she read a few books on intrepretation of dreams but that was not too helpful. She also came across the works of a hyponist and psychiatrist who had treated his patient by taking her into her Past Life through hypnotism and past life regression. She read as many books of his that she could find in the book stores."

'She was looking for answers and when we came to Moscow, she had a vivid dream, in which she met her past life princess."
"This princess was from the Indus Valley period. She wanted to warm Tania against the scheming attitude of your son. That he wanted to kill her as he had done in previous lives."

She came again and showed her the king who was her father. Tania got to know that the King was being given slow poisioning by his own younger brother. The King was non other than Tania's present life father and her Uncle was present day maternal uncle. She also got to know that this uncle had poisoned Sanya's mother and her brother."

"After that, with the help of the existing Doctor, we located a doctor who did past life regression."

"Tania and I took appoints and have been going there regularly. Tania described a few of her lives." "One was of her being Anasthesia, who lived next door to you and died along with her parents, in a fire that engulfed her home when she was only 10 years of age. That fire was lit by your father in law who was Igor himself in this life."

"She described another life when she was a medical student who was disliked by a professor of that medical college as she was smarter than his daughter."
Upon passing out from medical college, she was given internship in a prestigious hospital."
"The professor's daughter joined the same hospital but was never a devoted doctor. She was fired and her father blamed Tania whose name was Saroj at that time."
"This professor was filled with rage and planned to kill her. He made her unconscious and opened the cap of the gas cylinder placed in the kitchen."
"The girl died but her soul chased the Professor. She saw the Professor being run over a huge vechile."

"Yet anothe life that she described was of a botanist who came with a team from the United Kingdom to study the Valley of Flowers. This was in the nineteenth Centuary. She was pushed off  a cliff by a fellow worker who had apparently been planted in their group to somehow stop the work and send everyone packing back home."
"Everytime the murder was committed by Igor."

"This was finally explained by Sanya, the Indus Valley princess.'
"Sanya was in love with a merchant named Arun, who visited all the kingdoms and used to come from the main cities located in present day Gujarat."
"He had got to know that her Uncle was planning to get her coronation done after her father's death. He had got a friend of a neighbouring country to agree to marry her. He would, then get her eliminated."
She had run away with Arun but had taken with her the crown, the jewels that  the king used to wear, as well as the robe and the sceptre."
 These things they kept in a cave. There they were visited by a saint in the cave who informed them that they should not have taken these things. It would set in motion a serious of events that would need to be solved."
"Since then Sanya and her husband have not attained salvation. They have been trying to contact the others in the incident. But nothing came about. They could contact Tania only."

Tania is an only child born to parents of Russian and Indian origin. She has lived her entire life in Russia. After the demise of her parents in a car accident, she is left all alone in a huge house. Her paternal and maternal grandparents want to take her into their fold and plan to come to Moscow to convince her to join them in India or Ukraine. Since her childhood, she had been having these recurring dreams in which she sees herself visiting certain temples and forts. These dreams feel so real. The doctors she visits in Moscow are not able to figure out what is wrong with her. On the contrary, they tell her that she has a vivid imagination. Tania decides to search for a reply herself and reads a book on dreams as well as a few volumes on 'Past Life Regression'. 


The day her relatives arrive from India and Ukraine, she, in her dream, travels to India and meets her past self. Tania's past self had another name. Her name was Sanya and she had lived centuries ago as a princess of Kalibangan during the Indus Valley Civilisation. Sanya tells Tania of a plot to kill her in the present life. A plot had been hatched in her past life too. At that time her brother, mother and father had been murdered. 


Who was the murderer in the past and what connection does he have with her in the present life? Please read on to know more.


Folks, this is not a Fantasy Romance novel. Unfortunately, the genre for female lead novels gives the term Fantasy Romance only. There is no choice.  Maybe I will add a Romance angle at the end.


I am publishing 1 chapters a week as I need to do a bit of research for the chapters.

When Enzo Sincerely apologized for misbehaving in front of his captain at the very first day.

The captain 'Stirling Mortlock' Noded to his apologize then he goes silent for some time like he was reorganizing his thoughts or finding a suitable approach to teach Enzo.

After 5minutes of silence in the classroom Stirling's normal low voice echoes in the silent room as he takes out his black lense monocle from his pocket and fixed on his right eye then instantly a white translucent 70inch curve screen appeared behind 'Stirling.

" what is a spirit? " he asked

" An awareness, a consciousness, an intangible thing " a normal answer you can get.

On the big white screen it shows, whatever he speaks or things he wants to show.

[ A spirit is a current stage of you in the endless cycle of life and death.

what is a blind spirit ?
a previous stage of you that exists somewhere between your cycle of life and death but with a too much less self awareness.

So what if we add a spirit and a blind spirit..? we get a chaos, a mess, a madness but 

What if we add a blind spirit in your Spirit slowly by the help of Odin's Odin that will not let the blind-spirits to forcefully integrate by themselves with you

We got an Aisle Route' a 7 step process in which we gain complete control of our own body in an order.

Our body is made of 5 elements - ground, water, fire, air, ether.

So we have to first gain control over these elements but how can this be done?

By Awakening a blind spirit or the previous you that lives as these elements and eventually gains the affinity of these elements and integrating these blind spirit into your spirit and making it stronger in an order but this contains a greater risk of over taking your spirit by these blind spirits and creating a havoc.

You also have to live as these elements until you gains the initial affinity of the elements that is the regression.

And you can also gains some unique element in the process of integration. that you can cultivate.

 -(Suddenly 70" big screen gets blacked out) ...].  

----------------------------------------' 

" This is enough for now, so let's start your Regression"

Aaron who is sitting straight at the front desk listened quietly and takes out his own 'medium' which he feels like it's one of its body parts and fixed on his one eye.

Then he let the feeling of Activation surfaced on his Consciousness which is instantly received by the 'medium' and it turns black.

At 20inch distance a blank white 15" screen which is set by Aaron himself is hovering in mid-air and also Aaron can instantly adjust this screen opaqueness with his connection as to not hinder his view.

" Now thought of Accepting the complete connection between you and your medium" The captain said.

In this complete silent classroom Aaron who still don't know what is going to happen if he accepted this, Is he going to experience his own life as Aaron Torres on Earth or something completely different life as Enzo or something normal life like the religious people say about cycle of life and death, 

His heart is beating fast & can almost hear his heart beats. In this silent classroom which is as silent as Audio recording studio when The artist is just going to record his voice that may decide an artists career. Aaron like as an Artist is getting nervous.

As Aaron thought he don't have the guts to do this or he is not prepared enough to give his performance in this pin-drop silent classroom. 

He accidentally But only once thought of Accepting the regression and then immediately dismissed it but this gets registered on the medium. 

Then he gets a Splitting headache like a pin poking trying to poke out of his skull from inside just after he gets to feel this beyond despair like experience that he can't even describe this in his words or feeling and only the similar person who experienced this can feel the pain he is just gone before he passed out on his wooden seat and his face gets slammed to the wooden hard table *Baam* if he didn't passed out before then after getting this shock he may definitely did passed out.

***

*Sigh*

" The World is Complex and Confusing.
When We Dig For the Truth, 
We Flirt With Madness.  " 

" After this, you are one step closer To, always be on the edge of losing your True self.

Bringing your past self who is nothing but a stranger with the power they hold. 

This is known as 'The Aisle Route' The art of madness Itself "

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Then 'Stirling Mortlock' waiting on the teacher seat cleaning the already clean books and placing them in a Symmetry then takes out a small bottle of hand sanitizer and washed his hands... then he Again rubbing his hand with hand sanitizer...

Yang Lei (MC): He is the eldest son of Chongqing City's Yang Clan. Although Yang Lei is next in line to become the Clan Lord of the illustrious Yang Clan, he doesn't want to be shackled by the responsibilities of a clan...
Yang Feilong: Yang Lei's father, Clan Lord of the Yang Clan...
Yang Xin (VIRGIN): Yang Lei's brother...
Xiao Yan (VIRGIN): A genius at cultivation but his cultivation vanished overnight... The cause of his regression was his future teacher, Yao Lao! He becomes Yang Lei's junior martial brother but is now heartbroken over his crush/lover, Gu Xun Er...
Yao Lao (VIRGIN???): A once powerful, old fogey who had lost his physical body and now lives in a black ring. He was an extraordinary alchemist in his mysterious past. He is the cause of Xiao Yan's grief but makes it up by taking him in as his student. He also accepts Yang Lei as his student...
Gu Xun Er (VIRGIN): Mysterious girl, the adoptive sister of Xiao Yan. However, Xiao Yan is more than a brother to the 'greedy' girl... Yang Lei's appearance has made her torn between her powerful Gu Clan and her lover, Xiao Yan...
Yi Xian (VIRGIN): Known as the Fairy Doctor, Yi Xian is a gentle and kind beauty. However, her unique constitution, the Woeful Poison Body, has inadvertently killed all that she loved. But fear not! She has met Yang Lei (now her husband) and is now on the way to finding a solution!
More to come!

Beneath the calmness of Chongqing City, madness was slowly brewing. Yang Lei, the eldest son of the Yang Clan Lord, had been poisoned with the nastiest poison ever- the Mind Eater Poison. With war threatening to break out between the Yang Clan and the other ruling clans of the city, Yang Lei, who fell into a coma, received the System of Order and Chaos. On that fateful day, the Ruler of Order and Chaos was born, along with his future accomplice, the Venerable Senior! Traversing through worlds, picking up girls, there is nothing the Ruler of Order and Chaos can’t do! --------------------------------------- P.S. Cover Does Not Belong To Me; contact me if you own it and want me to take it down and I will do so ASAP...

After returning, Bom started bustling inside the kitchen and soon, a salty smell spread across Yu Jitae's officetel. 
Seeing that, Yu Jitae was put into a strange mood, because her last facial expression he had seen in the previous regression was still remaining in his head.
"Hnn hnn~"
As if in a good mood, Bom was humming.
Can their first encounter be considered everyday-like? He asked himself. It seemed to have been okay. A person in a bad mood wouldn't hum after all, but back when he was kidnapping her, Bom's expression had been stiff.
Something good must have happened in between but he couldn't grasp it.
Even then, cooking suited Bom quite well. Out of the previous six regressions, she had a profession four times. She had been a painter for two of those rounds, a sculptor once, and was a novelist once.
Whatever the case, she liked 'creating things'. Suddenly, he was made curious. In this life where the environment had been changed tremendously, what would she become? It would be quite interesting to watch.
In any case, he thought it was around time.
Recovering his thoughts from the topic regarding Bom, he started searching through the news reports made in a distant foreign land – Africa. Within that continent on the other side of the ocean, incidents were being reported one after another.
– In South Africa, a large-scale armed clash has occurred
– An air raid from the terrorist group formed around demons (魔人), Barkata. 1400 civilian casualties.
– South African Nations United (SAN) says "Africa will not compromise to violence". 
– Barkata side kidnaps and kills 14 workers associated with the SAN and shares the videos. The World Hunter Association denunciates them as the Evils of Humans.
– Clouds of war cover South Africa, as worries on more terrorist attacks continue…
Currently Africa was in the turmoils of war. Unlike wars in the past that used swords and guns, it was a war of superhumans. This long war would continue until the Apocalypse was casted over the Earth, and created lots of victims.
To be honest, he wasn't interested whether people died or not, but if one of those deaths included a 'Red Dragon', things were different.
The time of the regression was one year after the dragons started their Amusement, and the Red Dragon that loved fights played around in the battlefield day and night. Then, it unfortunately got attacked by a top-ranked superhuman and became greatly injured. That was an element that hastened the upcoming Apocalypse.
Therefore, it was better to start looking for it before it got wounded out of arrogance. He reflected on the time and date and realised that there were only a few days left.
He had to move soon.
"Ahjussi."
That was when Bom waved her hand from the kitchen. It seemed like the food was almost ready. 
Inside the plate, there was a food resembling fried rice and judging from how it had a hint of brown, it seemed that the likes of soy sauce had been used. Grabbing the spoon, he raised a spoonful of rice and carried it into his mouth.
"How is it?"
After chewing for a bit, he stopped. Then, he raised another spoonful without saying a word.
"You're eating well."
The meal continued in silence. After putting the last spoonful into his mouth, Yu Jitae finally let go of the spoon and seeing the empty plate, a flower bloomed on Bom's face.
This dish, it was really…
"It was delicious right?"
Terrible.
Thinking that some part of it could be delicious, he ate it till the end but there was no such thing. However, when Yu Jitae didn't give a response, Bom seemed to have accepted that as a yes.
"Wah, thanks ahjussi. This is in fact the dish I'm most confident with."
"…What's it called?"
"Mmm, I haven't decided yet."
He had a feeling that might be the case because there was no way a food that salty and bitter could exist in this world. Blankly, he stared at the empty plate before raising his head.
"I'll make it again next time."
*
Just like that, the strange joint life of the Regressor and the dragon began. Bom adapted to the house rather quickly. She cooked and washed the dishes, watched TV and read books, living like it was her house and one day, she brought a small flowerpot.
It was a pot without a single sign of life within.
"What's this."
"The house is all dark isn't it? I thought it would need something like this."
As Bom had said, Yu Jitae's house was a split copy of himself and was filled with achromatic colours. The wallpaper and furniture were of dull colours, the bookshelves were strictly organised and there was not a single speck of dust on the floor. It was an environment that appeared unnatural to anyone.
"Do you want to have a look?"
Bom placed her hand on the dirt within the pot and slowly closed her eyes. And when she carefully raised her hand back up, there was a small cotyledon budding up. It befitted her characteristic as the dragon of nature.
In any case, the two kept their own distance and space while living together for a few days. Yu Jitae was originally a man of few words and since Bom also had a quiet personality, the two didn't talk much despite being in the same area.
"I have returned, my lord."
Meanwhile, the copy repeated going and coming back from work and shared the everyday life of that day with Yu Jitae. Yu Jitae and the copy could share their memories and after closing his eyes for a short while, Yu Jitae reopened his eyes and gave a nod.
"Everyone seems to be having trouble because of that Jo Hosik or whatever."
Within those memories, there were everyday emotions being felt by ordinary humans. Anxiety that came from the fact that they might not be able to catch the criminal; happiness from finding small pieces of clues; the new recruit feeling tired and the emotions of the team leader comforting him.
Such emotions that he was still unfamiliar with slowly built up inside Yu Jitae's head.
"Is it correct for me to go up and help the investigation?"
"It's fine. Leave it until the deadline and if they still haven't found him, then you can go help."
"I understand."
Yu Jitae went through the copy's memories for a bit and thought of a similar situation. Those living their daily lives would say something like this.
"…Well done."
This was a sentence spoken by the team leader when the newbie returned from a stake out. Complimenting someone was something he hadn't done for a long time.
"My loyalty to my lord."
But the copy with his lowered head cautiously raised a question.
"However, is it possible for me to ask one thing?"
Although he was Yu Jitae's copy, he didn't know everything about him.
"What is it."
"What meaning is there to a daily life like this?"
"What do you mean."
"Among the existences in charge of myself, there has never been anyone wishing for a daily life. They tried to use me in a field more meaningful, for example killing someone that must be killed and sending me to a place for stronger influence."
'Myself' mentioned here referred to the [Shadow of an Archduke (SS)] itself, rather than Yu Jitae's copy. Due to exceeding the limits, the skill itself had formed a personality.
"And?"
"And yet my lord is trying to feel what daily life is. My insignificant self cannot understand it."
Hearing the copy's words, Yu Jitae closed his lips and looked outside the window in deep thought.
"…If that happened to be an insolent question, I beg for your pardon."
"It's fine. Go back now."
"Yes."
Returning the copy, Yu Jitae looked outside the window for a long time. The reason I must find daily life – he thought back on the last regression.
That day, thunders roared crazily and rain poured down. Looking above at the skies, an enormous fissure with its diameter reaching 200km was being formed with a border in the centre. The Green Dragon covered in mud collapsed on the ground and glared up at Yu Jitae.
"Is this the ending you wanted?"
It was a cold voice, but he did not respond.
He could declare with ease that the 'sixth round' was the fiercest round out of the hundred years of regression. In order to become stronger, Yu Jitae opened a crevice in the dimensions and headed to the Demon World and repeated wars for tens of years. Then, he would occasionally return to Earth and kill all the organisations and people that became threats to the dragons in the previous lives. 
It was a repetition of war, and all that penance was to put an end to the f*cked up regressions.
And yet…
"Was this child becoming like this the ending you desired? Was this the future you said you were preparing?"
While crying, the Green Dragon glared at Yu Jitae with eyes filled with hatred. She placed a hand on the forehead of the girl that was resting its head on her knees. The girl's skin was turned cold.
He just thought hiding them well enough would be enough.
And yet one of the dragons had ended their own lives.
And the [Dragon's Memories] of the dead transcended dimensions and were sent over to their family in another dimension. All of his hard work had turned into nothingness and in front of such a conclusion, Yu Jitae could not do a single thing.
Like a statue, he turned solid.
"The reason this child ended her own life, you don't know right?"
"…"
"Of course you don't, and by yourself you'll never know in the future. Because you have never considered us a living being."
"…"
"So I'll teach you now what Amusement means to us."
Words he had never heard despite the repeated regressions started flowing out from the Green Dragon's mouth.
"We, the dragons, are beings that live for thousands of years, and we never forget. Throughout a long life, we experience everything that an existence can and when we become an adult after a thousand years, there's nothing new remaining. We lose stimulation and slowly start losing our emotions.
"Even then, we live on. We have to live thousands of years without feeling anything – without any emotions, because we are the Mediators of Cause and Effect. That is our life, a boring life. But did you know? Even for us, there is one thing that we enjoy.
"Those are the experiences we had during our Amusements. When we were babies, when everything in the world was foreign, new, and even frightening. Getting to know things was fun. We could empathise with others' sadness, get angry at injustice and be honestly happy when our efforts had results – those memories. Unlike humans you see, we cannot lose those memories because we just don't forget.
"Adult dragons think back on the memories and emotions of when they were young and relive those moments. Endlessly, until the day of our deaths, we live in nostalgia forever. For us, Amusements, and first Amusements like now have that kind of meaning.
"And yet you have ruined all that."
While crying unceasingly, the Green Dragon did not avoid the Regressor's gaze. Yu Jitae let out a cold breath as all sorts of emotions started storming up within. For the first time in almost forever, he wanted to make an excuse, but he couldn't. And he therefore didn't.
"I won't forget the things that happened today. Ever."
After finishing her words, the Green Dragon buried the dead kindred in her arms and wailed. Although it was the Regressor that had repeated its life, something in the depths of his heart that had never moved for a long time wriggled. That became a drop of poison and spread throughout his veins. Feeling like he would crumble if he were to stay there any longer, the Regressor turned away and walked endlessly without a destination.
He did not stop his feet for a long time.
"Ahjussi."
It was then. There was a voice that woke him up from his thoughts.
It was Bom.
"Are you sleeping?"
Yu Jitae slowly opened his eyes. There, the Green Dragon that had just been cursing him looked at him with a bright expression.
"I'm sorry if you were sleeping."
"I wasn't. Why."
"It's this. I bought it because it looked interesting but I can't figure out how to solve it. Please help."
She selfishly pushed a mixed rubik's cube forward.
"Where did you get this?"
"I heard there was a place called Lair so I went there. Oh right, ahjussi works near that as well right?"
"Yeah."
"I bought it there while playing around. They sold these as souvenirs."
Like her words, there was Lair's logo drawn in the middle of the cube. 
I also don't know how to solve this. Yu Jitae was about to say that but stopped before he could say those words. Inside the memories brought by the copy, there was a word spoken by a senior towards a junior that was forced to undertake a task too difficult.
Half doubting, Yu Jitae decided to copy the senior's words in his memories.
"…Let's solve it together."
"Really?"
"Why."
"It was just unexpected."
Then, Yu Jitae and Bom contemplated for a long time and started solving the cube together. And after few hours passed,
Click!
The cube had been solved.
"It worked."
Bom glanced at the cube, then turned to Yu Jitae with widened eyes. From the 100 years he had spent watching the Green Dragon, this was the first time he had seen such an expression.
"Do you like it that much?"
Her eyes bent like bows. 
"I do."

– The planet [Earth] has entered the abnormal state [Apocalypse].

– You have failed in saving the Earth. The Authority, [Vintage Clock (EX)] rewinds the world’s time.

For Yu Jitae, it was a message he had seen many times.

It was tiresome.

It would have been great had he died with everyone else.

But he couldn’t, for his authorities that made him the strongest existence, brought him back in time whenever he did.

And even with his strength, he couldn’t protect the broad earth against the maddened dragons.

– The world’s time will soon begin.

As the clock resumed ticking in the direction it should, his 7th iteration came to a start.

Fortunately, he finally had the gist.

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One had to admit that sometimes people ended up doing unexpected things. Take the trashy Yan Xiaosu for example. It would be an exaggeration to claim that the Earth Grade expert could murder him with just a fart, but at the same time murdering him would probably require as much effort as raising a hand. However, this coward who was usually afraid of death actually gathered the courage to sneak over here - this was truly something that no one would have expected.
On the way back, he bumped into Lie Xin and the others. The giants, on the other hand, were really too obedient. Wang Zheng instructed them to stay, and they sincerely complied. Perhaps they were a little too honest in this case.
Achilles and Lie Xin were shocked that Wang Zheng managed to defeat an Earth Grade expert. They both believed that this would have been possible only if the three of them worked together, yet Wang Zheng managed to do it alone.
While Wang Zheng did not manage to get the kill, what he achieved was still shocking. At the level that his opponent was at, if he truly wanted to escape, it would have been Superly difficult to stop them.
Without any delay, Wang Zheng was sent to the hospital. The entire Tita Star was in total chaos either way. It seemed like an irreversible event had occurred. Many big cities imposed emergency measures and space ports were placed on lockdown. People who were entering and leaving had to go through a stringent interrogation process. If anyone was to come across a man with broken arms, they were to report to the police immediately.
A broken arm was unfortunately not that big of a deal to an Earth Grade assassin.
Even more so, all of Tita Star sincerely hoped that the assassin left as soon as possible and never returned again.
Rara Durai and the others looked at Yan Xiaosu in a new light. Honestly speaking, they could not really sense any strength from Yan Xiaosu at all. Their respect for him was originally due to his connection with Wang Zheng, but they did not expect that the feeble looking Yan Xiao Su was actually bold enough to face that devil head on. This left a favorable impression on the giants, and now their respect for Yan Xiaosu was entirely genuine.
As for Tyrant Su, once he got to the hospital he immediately lay down. his stomach and legs were trembling
non-stop and his entire body was drained of all energy.
"Zisu, am I dying? If I die, remember to send my ashes back. Oh right, if it's possible, could you burn a couple more pictures of pretty girls for me? Sigh, I am so young, yet I am not able to leave behind a descendant for the Yan family. Right, tell Old Yan to give birth to another child I guess."
Ye Zisu did not know whether to laugh or cry. Her eyes were slightly swollen. It was apparent that the situation involving those two had frightened her. They were the most important people in her life after all.
"You Fatty, good people don't pay with their lives while bad people live for a thousand years. Death won't come so easily to you."
"But I have no energy left - I feel like my soul has left my body. That Earth Grade expert used a big move on me. I'm just an ordinary guy after all. Maybe I'm just experiencing terminal lucidity right now? You don't have to lie to me, I'm actually not that afraid of dying." Yan Xiaosu continued to mumble.
"If you continue to be so long-winded, I'll beat you to death and call it Aday." Ye Zisu could not resist being amused by Yan Xiaosu, "Doctor, you tell him."
A group of doctors approached. "Mr Yan, we gave you a complete checkup. You only sustained some minor injuries. Your buttocks suffered slightly heavier damage and your tailbone sustained a small fracture. You will recover after no time after undergoing some treatment."
"But why do I feel so weak and why does everyone seem to be floating around me?" Yan Xiaosu replied.
The moment he finished his sentence, Tyrant Su's stomach started to growl.
The true reason was that… he was just hungry.
The people of Tita were all waiting outside. Mu Sen, Khalifa and the other elders; the giants with Rara Durai leading them were all there. Everyone heaved a sigh of relief only when it had been confirmed that Wang Zheng was not in any mortal danger.
In the past, Mu Sen seemed to be a little excessive in praising Wang Zheng's abilities. While the rest of the government did not seem to have much of an opinion, there was still occasional discomfort regarding this matter, especially when it came to the distribution of control over the Super Gravity Energy Ore. However, Khalifa and the others now developed new-found admiration for Wang Zheng. As Mu Sen's most loyal supporter, Khalifa also drummed up support among the others. The emergence of an assassin that could effortlessly defeat a Titan indeed had a big impact on the mentality of the people of Tita. In their eyes they truly believed that the Titans were unrivalled. They once assumed that humans were over-dependent on their mecha, and never expected them to be so strong even without their mecha after all. Joining the Milky Way Alliance wasn't the end - it was just a new beginning after all.
From a particular point of view, it made perfect sense for mankind to govern the Milky Way Alliance. Their level of know-how and civilization was indeed at a stage where it was hard for other civilizations to reach.
Wang Zheng was stuffed in a pod. This was the most advanced regenerative technology that Tita Star had at the moment. In actual fact, Wang Zheng's condition was not bad at all. The main thing was that his burst of Primordial Regression Technique did not push him overboard fatally. If Yan Xiaosu did not appear at that moment, the situation would have been far more dire. However, Yan Xiaosu's timely appearance seemed to have quelled his inner demons completely. Tyrant Su was truly a panacea in this scenario.
Everyone led different lives, and fate could work in mysterious ways sometimes. This had nothing to do with skill or ability. Some people continue to screw up throughout life, and Yan Xiaosu was a perfect example of someone like this.
Yet in this battle, he was a hero as well.
Rara Durai and his followers desperately wanted to become stronger, for they could not always rely on Ada to save them. As the guardians of Tita Star, Rara Durai and Shan Meng felt a slight sense of guilt. When did the giants become so useless?
"Your honour, I believe that we should hasten our selection process. We need to choose the best warriors to form an elite squad." Shan Meng suggested. He had been getting stronger recently as well.
Rara Durai nodded, "I'll leave it to you then. Send out a decree to all of Tita's tribes. Announce that we will organize a nation-wide warrior's competition in order to select the most fearsome warriors. The winners' tribes will obtain a great prize."
There was actually no need to incentivize such an event at all. After all, the giants of Tita only had one pastime - fighting.
Alas, the brutish battle methods of the past were insufficient to protect Tita any longer. It was necessary for Rara Durai to make some changes.
After Yan Xiaosu realised he was perfectly alright, he calmed down and gorged himself with food served by the pretty nurses attending to him. Seeing this, Ye Zisu left him to go check on Wang Zheng.
When she arrived, only Lan Ling was present. Lan Ling quietly watched Wang Zheng lying submerged in nutrient fluid. It seemed like their first meetings were always like this. The previous time was the like this as well. At least this time things were not that bad.
In fact, she would prefer if Wang Zheng's arrivals would be uncomplicated and full of cheerful scenes free of any conflict instead of ones that were plagued by troubles. However, this seemed to be far too delusional a wish. It was not in Lan Ling's nature to be involved in conflict, yet she had no choice but to get used to it. This was no longer just a matter of concern for the Lan family, but affected the entire Tita Star as well. Only through perseverance and resolve could she prevent Tita Star from degenerating into just a planet for others to mine. She would not let the people of Tita be reduced to mere slave miners.
If only Wang Zheng could stay and help her develop Tita Star.
Such a thought made Lan Ling blush.
Ye Zisu quietly closed the door behind her without Lan Ling noticing. Ye Zisu took a quick look at Lan Ling and immediately understood the situation. Girls tended to have an acute sixth sense after all.
"He would never slow down just for a girl." Ye Zisu commented.
Lan Ling nodded, "I understood that the first time I met him. Perhaps we are just not the correct ones for him."
The correct person? Who? Was it Aina?
Ye Zisu did not know the answer, but even Aina did not cause Wang Zheng to slow down. Wang Zheng would never be defined by his relationships. If Wang Zheng were to ever slow down one day, perhaps he would lose all his charm as well.
People are full of such contradictions.
"Has Heaven been found?"
"We are approaching the matter systematically. A heavily wounded Earth Grade assassin is still far too much for us to handle. On this front, we need to invest more energy and time in order to ensure that a similar incident never happens again." Lan Ling quietly replied.
Ye Zisu nodded. Be it Earth or Tita Star, they were still far from matching up to these experts. Perhaps this was not true of all of Earth, but OMG's knowledge was still inadequate, and they would be unable to find a solution if they encountered incidents like this.
Wang Zheng was currently in deep slumber within his pod, but the Primordial Regression Technique within his body continued to work. This was a significant battle for Wang Zheng. The Primordial Regression Technique had an intention to defy the rules to achieve greater power. While there was indeed a breakthrough and the 3rd stage was attained, it was still in an unstable state. If Wang Zheng was to keep to his ordinary routine and continue waiting, such power would gradually weaken to a stable level. However, this battle had boosted the Primordial Regression Technique to an improved level. Its capabilities had been upgraded, yet its core power and stability had been preserved as well.
If they were not limited to fighting on Tita Star, Wang Zheng's level of skill would have made it difficult for him to return in one piece after facing such an expert. If the Earth Grade expert truly wanted to kill him, the best outcome he could have hoped for was mutually assured destruction.
The most effective way to increase his strength was to engage in battle, so at least student Wang did not lose out entirely. Him not being dead nor permanently disabled naturally meant that he had profited from the incident.
Besides, there were two beauties worrying for him by his side.
Lan Ling and Ye Zisu did not utter a single word, and just quietly gazed… and gazed at Wang Zheng.
When Lear got wind of the news, he was truly stunned. The Earth Grade assassin failed and had to escape with heavy injuries?
Was this a joke?
"What about the customs of the underworld?"
"What do you mean, young master?"
"I took the first step and accepted your support, but you have failed to prove to me your worth. An Earth Grade assassin has been defeated by a Huang Grade student." Lear's voice was exceptionally calm, but there was a chilling quality to it. "Kill Heaven to prove to me that you all are of use."
Lear shut off his Skylink. His expression was stifled due to a variety of reasons but he had no interest in that. Based on his understanding, since an Earth Grade assassin had failed his task, it was fairly obvious that he was as good as a pile of trash.
In spite of everything, Wang Zheng did not die either. Due to the fact that this incident involved the high authorities of various powerful empires, at this point of time the underworld started to keep a low-profile. In this period of time there would be nobody willing to accept assignments related to Tita Star anymore.
Lear did not know who was meddling with Tita Star, but he sensed that the ones behind it had considerable power. He was merely riding on the coattails of others to achieve some his own goals, but failed to achieve anything in the end.
The people of Tita played a brilliant move this time. The normal response here would be to cancel any further activities and protect their various consulates, but the people of Tita were stubborn about continuing to operate even after such confusion. Lear even suspected that the ambush on the leaders was in fact arranged by the people of Tita themselves. With such an uproar, Mu Sen and Lan Ling would be able to pressure the Milky Way Alliance, and there would definitely be strong ripple effects that would lead to the crisis being dealt with in a short amount of time.
In the face of such a brilliant maneuver, Lear could only go so far.
Lear was able to meet gains or losses with equanimity. His biggest strength was his ability to control his emotions. He readily accepted the conclusion to this matter, and for now all he intended to do was to increase his own power - this was the best move now. After all, Wang Zheng and the others would still have to fix the mess created by this incident. They would only understand the consequences of not focusing their attention on him after they return.


He received a genetic score of 28... completely disqualifying him from applying to military college!
He helped deliver a friend's love letter... and fell into a lake becoming infamous for dying for love!
His very first gift... warped him into a brutal training simulation!
However he perserved through all these trials! Our Dear Student Wang Zheng has finally started his lucky(?) university life!
This is the song of a blood boiling and exciting storm! The most ferocious and heated mecha adventure around is finally here!
TL Note: This is a novel about doing the impossible, seeing the invisible. Follow along for a ride across the universe!
TL;DR: Not Shakespeare, not complex, but fun and easy to read. Come support! 
As the translator, I've enjoyed translating this novel and I hope to bring the essence of what the author has tried to portray into the chapters you will read.
To sum it up in 3 words: Mechs! Explosions! Science!
To be perfectly honest, this novel is about your typically overpowered protagonist who does get looked down from time to time but always overcomes the odds with his own special power. He's abit more mature having grown up on his own and just a littttttttle bit dense.
Although it always ends up with him winning, it always happens in an interesting (subjective) and fun way that makes me enjoy reading this.
The novel has elements of lighthearted comedy from time to time and I do chuckle at how direct the humor is.
It's not as smart as say WMW nor does it weave an intricate story much like Ergen's novels. More importantly, its fun and it doesn't try to hide it.



How does one grieve?
I guess it depends on what sort of grieving we're talking about. Needless to say, the intensity of the pain escalates with the closeness of the relationship. The loss of an acquaintance, a neighbor or a former schoolmate is definitely painful. But we all know, among pain and anguish, entwined with sorrow in such instances there is always an edge of relief diluting the picture, making it a bit more bearable. If one can stand the guilt such relief stirs, for it wasn't someone closer to us. Such losses don't scar as much as the loss of a pet, a family member, a truly loved one. 
And then the ultimate pain: How does one grieve for the loss of a soul-mate?
How do you repute life to be a fair deal if the time shared with your beloved is reduced to a meager couple of months? You search and wait for thirty years of your life. Confused, uncertain, questioning your path daily and when it finally unfolds, then it's taken away.
I was still in shock. I must admit.
In the short time frame of six months, I waded through what usually takes a lifetime to unfold. Under the loving care of Evalena-my own personal fairy godmother-I agreed to undergo a past life regression during which I explored my previous lives. I witnessed events I still had difficulty grasping, least of all believing. Only one past life I was sure of: the one I shared with Xavier, my soul-mate. I felt confident of it; as certain of it as spring relentlessly follows winter every year. Unconditionally. Unquestionably. A sentiment so intense bonded us through centuries of lives. Through death, it had withheld its strength, if not gathered more in this lifetime when we'd met again. Recognized and accepted one another. Merged. A little over two years ago the miracle happened. I believed we met again, only for him to die a few months later. Evalena didn't agree with me. According to her, Gabe could not have been Xavier. Engulfed in sorrow, I doubted her wisdom. Pain drilled my emotions. It ruled. I had lost my true love. As if buried alive I dwelled, basked in and lived anguish. 
?
"So. You're sure?"
"Yes," I answered the pouting cupid. "Cut it. Short."
"But, how short?" He stalled.
"Short."
He shook his head. "No."
"No?" How dare he?
"It won't look good," he moaned despair. "Honey, you've got great hair. You've just neglected it lately. Nothing a bit of extra care won't repair."
I raised my hands to the nape of my neck to somewhat gathered my damp hair in a ponytail and offered it to him. "Cut it."
He sighed again. "How about shoulder length?" With reverence, he gently pushed my hands away and began to comb and untangle my unruly mob of hair.
"Shorter." 
"Perhaps layers?"
"Layers?" I frowned.
"Yes!" he shrilled. "Layers of course! A shoulder length haircut with razor-sharp layers to lighten up the ends. Perhaps some warm highlights and bangs."
"Bangs?" No way, I thought.
"Oh! Bangs would look darling on you!" His hip bent and index finger kissed his puckered lips. He looked like a curlicue.
I shook my head. "No bangs. No shoulder length, but I like the idea of warm highlights."
His puckered smile crumbled. "It would be sinful to cut your hair short. I absolutely refuse to do such a horrible thing." His head dropped, crestfallen. Cupid out of arrows. "I couldn't sleep at night."
That would make two of us, buddy. "How about Meg Ryan?"
"What about Meg?"
"Her shaggy haircut."
"Oh! Well, then-why not Jennifer Aniston?"
"No way!" I protested. "I want low maintenance."
"Weeell" With perfectly manicured fingertips, he cupped my head and tilted it left and right, studying it in the mirror's reflection. "Meg would do, but with tri-colored highlights."
I nodded. With difficulty, since his fingers still clamped my head.
"Deal," he agreed, pleased. With renewed excitement he patted my head, snapped his fingers and confabulated for a few seconds with whom I assumed to be the color specialist judging by the industrious level of silver and gold highlights streaking his coif.
The following hour I spent under arched-to-perfection platinum eyebrows and soft humming. Cupid did leave the hair longer than I wanted; past shoulder length. He skillfully used a razor to lighten the heavy ends. The highlights, three different shades of subtle reds, lightened my eyes to aqua green. 
I loved the final result. 
He did too. "I'm a genius!" he exclaimed, claiming full credit. "Your hair was too saggy. And your delicate features were not enhanced by such heavy burden." He ruffled long tendrils of shiny hair and I noticed his smirking as he adjusted my new long bangs to softly brush my cheekbones. 
"Thank you." I stood on shaky limbs. My head felt much lighter. I shook it, several times to see my new hair fall back in place, as a good haircut should.




Giuliana was born in Siena, Italy. At the age of 4 her father gave her a box of markers. She immediately began to doodle stories on the house walls. After a few weeks of repainting they finally gave her paper as well. She has not stopped writing since. She calls home Whidbey Island where she settled in 2001, after globetrotting and teaching Italian in exotic places as far as Japan.
She holds a Classic Italian Literature and Philosophy degree with a minor in English still laced with a Chianti-infused accent. She speaks fluent Spanish, has forgotten most of her French and holds tightly to her Japanese, mostly by eating sushi every chance she gets. She shares a yellow cottage on the island with her husband, 2 children and 2 cats, a vegetable garden and a fig tree named Federico.  Every residual free minute of her life is spent working on Book Three.

www.giulianasica.com

In this compelling and hauntingly vivid novel, Porzia Amard, an epicurean globetrotter, has left her French-Italian roots and her beloved wine-making family behind in Tuscany to pursue her journalistic studies in the USA, eventually settling in Florida; Pensacola, to be exact, where hurricanes abound.
And it is on the forceful tail end of one such hurricane that her life suddenly takes a mystical turn and the story begins.
When she unexpectedly inherits the legacy of unusual powers at her beloved grandmother’s deathbed, she embarks on an unforgettable journey of self-discovery. From the winding hills of Tuscany to the perilous landscape of South Australia and salt-scented beaches of western Florida, Porzia abandons the straightforward path after a past life regression introduces a distant soul mate, revealing a love so intense it has resisted the tarnishing of time.  
Porzia loves food, but would rather eat than cook. Her minimalistic choices of friends give us an insight on her aberration for large crowds while her selective palate, often used in her mouthwatering culinary and gem-wine-searching escapades tell us she won’t compromise. Stubborn, beautiful yet goofy she doesn’t believe herself capable of accepting the legacy of powers her paternal grandmother has bestowed upon her. Her colorful, yet genuinely blunt comments give us vivid description of her morals, ethics, dreams and hopes and make her irresistible to the eyes of one special man. 
Narrated in vibrant prose, infused with mouthwatering aromas of delicious recipes paired with inebriating wines Porzia’s life intertwines with mystical characters. She finds herself embroiled in a world of esoteric secrets and swept in a heated passion with famed off-road racer Gabe Miller. 
This unique and extraordinary novel is an irresistible recipe for lovers of romance, wine, and the mystical realm. This book promises freedom from earthly boundaries; it blurs the lines between safety and the unconventional; between love and fear, between us and the gods. 


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