28th of December, 2 hours before midnight.

A man was sitting in a dim lit living room. His right hand was supporting his throbbing forehead. In front of him, empty bottles of alcohol and packs of chocolate lay scattered. He was, no doubt, drunk.

Before he knew it, he was already writing the contents of his messy brain. In less than half an hour, his phone was already filled with 6 paragraphs of the things he's been meaning to tell someone.

His finger hovered above the send button, his eyes skimming the words he wrote in a drunken stupor. At the moment, his usual anxiety was nowhere to be found, thanks to the vodka filling his system. With a click, the message was finally sent to the lady he had secretly taken a liking to. 

To say that he's anticipating her answer was an understatement. He fixed his stare at the screen until it darkened.

Hours passed by slowly. Until her reply came the next day, he had not slept a wink. He sat straight as the notification rang, as if awaiting his judgement.

As he was reading the contents of her reply, his body was slowly being filled with adrenaline. He could hear every beat of his heart as he felt nothing but excitement and happiness.

Without them noticing, they've been talking until the dead of the night. In his excitement, he wrote two poems about his muse. At the same time, he also dedicated a music video to her. It may seem crazy, but for him, these are just little things that he can do for her.
•••

The next days were similarly filled with happiness and excitement as the anticipated day of their meeting came.

The man who rarely smiled, had his face smiling as he met her for the first time. Her exquisite face was formed by her magnificent eyes matching with the brightest smile he had ever seen in his rough life.

He called her his Australis, as she called him her Orion. As the classes started again, he regularly went with her after their classes end, taking a walk around the campus, seeking stars and talking about how great their day was. 

Around the second week of January, he started composing poems for her, every single day. He would stay in a cafè near the campus, drinking coffee as an idea formed in his head. He decided to make abook dedicated to her, "A Hundred Poems for Andrea".

For 30 days, he managed to create a hundred poems, including essays.  And so, a book about his muse is created. In it were the poems and essays he composed, along with his knowledge about the vast universe.

•••
A/N: This is a poem he composed for her.

Ashtin: My past works were all about depression and anxiety, but this one is about love.

"Everlasting Love"

Once I was like the Nebula,
The coldest region of the space.
You shined like a supernova,
What a surprising part of fate.

I struggled with life gere on Earth,
Especially with getting help.
Almost a decade since my birth,
I couldn't even save myself.

I thought I'd be completely lost
With frost I continued to live
I took the huge risk and the cost
As the host I tried to believe

The years passed and I also asked
For what is trust and what's my task
Suddenly a lady have dashed
Then she saw both sides of my masks

There's something unique in her smile
A dazzling yet decieving face
I can see it within a mile
Yet I still trace it with huge space

I indeed failed to see her worth
So I did try to look behind
Was shy on her trying to court
But I saw what's in her sad mind

So tough almost the both of us
Both made our Dad mad and our Mom sad
So I tried with her to discuss
Succeeded and I became glad

The horizon alligned the stars
Kept me waiting for a long time
Binded us both with our scars
Portraying that you could be mine

Not a word defines pur bond
Not a force can break our will
We are now already beyond
That is both our hidden skill

Éloa opened Yoel's bedroom door while holding a breakfast tray for him. He was still asleep, and she decided to watch him for a while before waking him up. She felt like his rhythmic slow breathing was reciting a collection of poems for her. A sad, tender look came over her face when she remembered that he is a path that leads to unpredictability. A path that if she decides to take, the unknown residing within her future will cause her sanity's tragic demise. Her mechanical body started trembling for repose. But how can she rest if she was not created to feel it? How can she rest when perturbation and distress are piling over her?
Yoel yawned and stretched himself on the bed. He opened one eye squinting, trying to focus on her.
"Good morning, did you sleep well?" She put his breakfast tray down on the bedside table.
"Why did not one of my Robutlers bring me breakfast?" Rearranging the pillows behind him for support, he sat upright in the bed and studied the exquisite breakfast of salmon, two duck eggs, Oscetra caviar, and a mini brioche.
"Because I needed to talk to you. I have something very important to ask you." She sat next to him on the bed.
"Let me take a shower first." She felt the soft caress of his lips as he kissed her cheek before jumping out of bed and went straight to the bathroom.
He grabbed his automatic toothbrush from its charger seat and placed it on his teeth. Then, he slid his index finger on the temperature slider of the shower to 105F and waited for the water to heat up. After few minutes, he removed his tooth brush and selected soap and hot water on the mirror and washed his face as the liquid soap poured from the steel dispenser.
When Éloa heard him in the shower, she smiled to herself. She wondered if he liked taking hot or cold showers, but then the temperature did not matter. She just wanted to know how he looked like with his hair soaking wet as the water flows over his body, creating brooks between the crevices of his body. Although her imagination was vivid, curiosity still pushed her to sneak into the steam-filled bathroom to watch him. She quietly opened the bathroom door, poked her head around it then slowly walked towards him.
He looked like a Greek sculpture created by Phidias. She watched him scrub his body with a sponge loaded with a red bath gel that painted his body like an exotic rose. The shower glass sparkled with water drops, which made him like the Polaris that she wanted to follow every night. Her body suddenly became an arid land yearning for his irrigating touch, so she moved closer to him and Yoel raised his face to the stream so that his eyes were clear of the shampoo, and he can see who was spying on him.
"What are you doing here?" His merest stares were like poetry; sending her words through an intense eye contact.
"You are beautiful." She touched his chest that looked like two shields painted with dark brushes of hair that trailed down to his abdomen.
Yoel tensed as her fingers continued to write poems on his skin. The touch of elegant hands on his naked body was not a foreign experience, he had many other lovers who were like new cities for him. He explored one for a while, then moved to another one after he got bored. But  Éloa felt like the universe for him, and he was forever confided in her.
"Would you like to join me? Are you waterproof?" He was eager to see her glorious body.
"Yes." She pulled her zip down and let her white dress fall to the bathroom floor and joined him in the shower.
Like a thirsty traveler, he kissed her wet neck and his lips traveled down her body to drink the holy drew from her navel. She was his new bible, and he wanted to kiss her body scripture by scripture. She trembled like a leaf in the winter when his strong hand slid slowly down her backside as he pressed himself into her. They connected together with the sunlight that passed through the glass of the window. She filled the emptiness within him. In the great hollow of his heart, all constraints of time disappeared and his sufferings were no longer permanent. He wanted to take the moans that her mouth sang and scatter them in his diary, creating poems only they can read.
"Your face is so pretty that it should be a sin." He murmured in her ear.
"Then I shall live eons hiding my face behind a veil worshiping you and only you." She put her forehead on his forehead.
"But I am not divine, you are. You are creating a new person inside of me. A better person."
"What if the old you that I admire disappears as the new you is taking over?"
"Then recreate me again." He whispered, his mouth kissing and licking over her neck.
"I will," she tilted her head to give him more access, "but this time I will dress you with my skin to allow your pain to leak through my pores and your sadness to float in my blood. I want to take away everything that hurts you."
Yoel suddenly stopped kissing her and just stared at her with heavenly eyes. Between them there was a choreography of feelings so in sync that the vast universe sensed it too.
"Even if your father keeps mistaking you for the devil, I know that you are just a stricken pilgrim waiting for your consolamentum. And even as a robot that is programmed to be an atheist, the more I learn about your ontology the more I know that you are closer to being a God than to a human being." She continued.
Shutting off the shower head, Yoel grabbed a bath towel from the door of the shower and covered her body with it just like the blue sheet of the sky covers earth. He wrapped a towel around his waist and the fragrance of his cherry scented bath gel tickled her nostrils as he picked her up bridal style and walked out of the bathroom.
His desire burned like a candle in a temple when he laid her gently upon the bed. There was nothing to say. Her angelic wings flap between his soul sending gales of love to his entity. And whenever she is around, she places his heart in a spiritual heaven of peace.
"Why are you so different from the other Automatons?" He ran his finger against her cheek.
She wanted to tell him the truth. She wanted to confide in the only human who can sift through the piles of nothingness inside of her and still find beauty in it. But if she tells him the truth about her nature, the stars might come down to earth to chastise her leaving blank spaces in the night sky. Her tongue needs to hold on this secret like the mind holds on precious memories.
She pushed him off her and grabbed a yellow pill from the breakfast tray.
"Have you been drinking since the last time I caught you?" The tone of her voice sounded monochrome and lacking in warmth.
"No."
"Good. This is what I wanted to ask you this morning because Dr. Lee just sent me this pill. This is Acamprosate, it is a medication used to treat alcohol dependence. You can swallow it with or without food and you need to do this three times a day."
"Okay..." He grabbed the tablet from her hand.
"I will be back after lunchtime for our usual counseling session."
Yoel nodded and she left his bedroom.

In a world populated by soulless robots and humans who forgot their humanity- Yoel Cohen, a morose poet falls in love with Éloa, an Automaton ingénue who helps him overcome his alcohol addiction. Like a hapless victim, their love is trapped between time and peccadilloes as nationwide riots rise, led by robots that wish to overthrow the human sovereign regime, forcing these lovers to choose a side.

~~~

Sitting on a wooden chair while sipping on some hot milk, Jin had a thoughtful smile on his face. Yesterday, he had come across an interesting idea for his soul force cultivation. 

"In this world, the cultivation techniques are actually a bunch of mysterious chants and marital techniques. The meditation is used to absorb the energy from heaven and earth, known as qi, and move it through the body's meridians in order to strengthen their soul realms. Even with just a little cultivation, the body is greatly strengthened, allowing it to go without sleep for several days. It also allows practitioners to develop an almost perfect memory."

"Chants huh…" Jin went through a bunch of different cultivation chants he found in the library. The only thing he could say was that these things were completely bizarre and random! It made zero sense on the first look but as he started to contemplate the meaning, it all starts to fit together. This act of contemplation on the fundamental laws of the world strengthens the soul. 'This' is cultivation… 

By understanding the 'Way of the Heavens', you gain a portion of its power. You now start to wield the power of the principle that you have understood. It's like saying that I have understood how steam engines work so now I can use steam engines to power my machines. (I hope I was clear in explaining what I mean… feel free to comment in case you didn't.)

"So here is the million-dollar question…How were the cultivation chants created?"

The answer Jin arrived at was quite intriguing. Sages of the old who contemplated and understood the fundamental laws started jotting down strange poems and chants so that the younger generations might use their understanding to extend their own. These contained their own insights and understandings of the world. It was their legacy. Like all things that fall into the hands of common man, things escalated and then derailed fast…

The "understanding" part was replaced by a hunger for power that these chants granted them. The rest… well… that can be easy to imagine…"

But where does the soul realm and attributes come into play?

Well, this is simple to explain as well. A person's soul realm is a reflection of themselves. If that is so then this means that they have an intrinsic, instinctual wish and understanding towards a certain part about the universe. Say, for example, Ning'er had a lighting based soul realm. It might be because in her heart the crackle of lightning in the sky represented the almighty power she so badly desired. Of course, things are not so simple and many other factors like deep-seated emotions and a person's mindset along with their personality might come into the picture. Bloodlines also seem to influence it in some way. It is still a crude idea and the full conclusion might take a while to formulate. 

The reason why Ning'er was able to learn lighting-related abilities so fast was because of her intrinsic desire, her hunger for power, and her understanding of the subject. She wanted the power that lighting represented in her heart. If she chose something else, she would basically be going against what her heart truly wants and that would certainly not be helpful.

Thinking so, Jin started trying to understand what his soul realm meant and what subject he should pursue. 

~~~

With a gush of soul force from Jin, the crystal lit up with a brilliant yellow light. A majestic yellow ball sat silently in the center surrounded by numerous smaller points of light. Floating in the middle of the sea of some sort of tangible darkness, it looked like the night sky. The central sphere looked like a tiny yellow sun while the smaller ones looked like stars.

"Hm… now that I think about it, perhaps this soul realm represents my innate fascination with the night sky. The twinkling stars and the sun. As a child, I have always been fascinated by the universe and the basic human desire to explore the stars. Haha… to think it would be so childish…" Laughing to himself Jin started thinking about a good way to increase his understanding of the universe. 

Sitting down on the bed, he closed his eyes and started to remember all those documentaries and TV shows he used to watch. 

Like a miracle, mysterious words started manifesting inside his mind! But just as they did, the surprise caught him off guard and his meditation came to an abrupt end. 

"So that's how it was… My theory was mostly right, but also so wrong." Jin had a soft smile on his face as he once more closed his eyes and delved into the infinite abyss of the stars.

[
I am the core of my star…

Fire is my body and light is my blood… 

I have illuminated over a thousand worlds…

Unknown to light…

Nor known to the darkness…

Have withstood pain to forge miracles of life…

Yet these flames shall never burn anything...

So as I pray, Unlimited Star Works!!!
]

~~~

A washed-up mangaka gets reincarnated into the world of Tales of demons and gods. 
- No special gifts.

My friends started shouting and screaming song lyrics and poems as it was "fun".  But what wasn't fun was that we were sucked in. In to the ripple in the universe. The word that triggered it, WIZARD. 
 
This one scene played in my head over a thousand times as I lay on an invisible bed in the black abyss. 

I feel like what had been a thousand years stuck in this black vortex. Empty. Dark. Nothing

                                        ~~~  

Where am I? "Where am I?!" I shout not expecting any response, but there it is in an English accent ginger red hair. Mud on his face, lookalike of Rose. An ultimate universe??

If you can use that stupid time-turner thing to save buckbeak and serious from being killed why can’t you turn back to the time where my parents weren’t dead and help them????!!!!!!

Harry was furious at why no one could use that time turner to help his parents escape from Voldemort.

We entered the room. The two separate single beds were a blessing in disguise for me or so I felt. I spread few of my luggage on one bed so that only one of beds can be used for sleeping/resting.
I drew Naina towards me such that my head was on my chest. I then started talking while caressing her hair simultaneously.
Naina asked me to read out some of my poems. She had complained last time that although she like my earlier poems, they were in Hindi and she wanted a poem in English. So this time, I recited a poem I had written in English, especially for Naina while she was asleep-
"Negative thoughts were circling my mind,
Thought I won't, ever, be able to find...
The one that I deserved, the one that I desired,
Whom heart truly loved and the soul admired...
Then you came along, with those blue eyes,
And I was swept away, by your sweet voice.
The Universe and the Gods, have together conspired,
All my Good Karma have simultaneously transpired!
The moment I saw you, I knew in my heart,
We're meant to be together, till death do us apart!
I wasn't sure if it'll make you happy or sad,
Nor did I know, if it is for the best or the bad.
But I knew in my heart that nothing is more true,
And that's my mermaid princess - 'I love You!'
This connection we have, is divine & spiritual,
Your gentle kiss, has worked like a miracle!
All the pain in my heart is already gone.
As if the lines of fate have been redrawn.
So today, once again, I am here to confess...
With you in my life, it feels really blessed!"
Naina was perhaps too much touched by the poem. The moment I finished the poem, she leaned over and started kissing me, on my lips. I hadn't expected this reaction.
It was a soft and long kiss. Naina gently moved away and we both smiled. The feelings I had, can't be described in words. 
Naina then told me - "You're the best pillow."
Lost in each-other, we did not realize when the sleep overpowered us.
At 6:37, I woke up. I was sitting on the floor thinking about the last night, when I saw Naina getting up. She came and sat in front of me. I was lost in thoughts so Naina asked me, "What are you thinking about?"
"I am thinking about a dream I had last night. In the dream, you... you kissed me...",
"It wasn't a dream Abhay…", said Naina. "Let me show you once again."
 She leaned over and kissed me again. This time, it was a long and passionate kiss from her.
----
Any doubts I had about Naina's feelings for myself seemed to have disappeared in an instant. For the first time I held Naina like I owned her. My heart was beating much much faster. After all it was our first long kiss.
I then requested Naina to wear the new dresses so that I capture her beauty forever in my camera. Naina had two objections - one, she didn't want to spoil the dress second she still hadn't taken a bath. I smiled and Naina gave in to his request.
And when she came out wearing the first dress, I was hypnotized.
I had two hats that I had bought in the USA. I took it out and wore it with pride. I love wearing hats.
Naina had been asking me to give her my camera for last few months. This time, she snatched it from me, and clicked an image.
I told her that I don't like other people taking my pics. 
"I might not be a great photographer as you, but I can take good pics too, you know."
Most times I wasn't satisfied with images other people took of me since my expectations were always high. And to be honest, I never cared for my body or looks and I have believed for quite some time that I drastically lack in the looks department. But I couldn't really deny my princess. There was no harm anyway. She took a few pics.
When Naina showed me the pics she had taken, I realized Naina had creative skills.
"You look surprised", she said, "Remember, I was the head of the Fine Arts Society in my college, Abhay."
I snatched the camera from her and asked her to pose for the photographs wearing my hat. I then took a few pics.
 
Finally I was able to captured a close-up master-piece.
Naina was desperate to see the images but I refused to show them to her. I then asked her to wear my jacket. She thought it would look odd but couldn't say No to me.
I then asked her to wear the other dresses I had bought for her. Black looked good on the both of us, so we decided to try it first.
Then it was the time to try out the RED.
Finally, I requested Naina to take a selfie (of the two of us together). I hate taking selfies myself reason being I am an expert when it comes to taking bad selfies. Even today, I trying to learn the art of taking a good selfie.
I then turned her around and kissed on her forehead. She closed her eyes...
-----
Author Note: If you like this, please check out my other works 'Supreme Sect' and 'The Scion of Soma & Indra'

I turned around only being met by his serious face while crossing his arms.
"I'm going shopping," I said. I looked away since I knew my sunnies were not enough to cover my eyes. Maybe I'll just buy sunglasses later.
"You didn't even eat brunch yet," he said and tilted his head, as if observing me. "And… did you cried?"
"No, Jedric. I will have my lunch outside," I said as he held my chin to have a better view of my face.
"Why were you crying?" He insisted the topic. On my peripheral view, I saw Jerich and Joaquin went out of the dining room.
"I didn't cried," I said and took a step back.
"Look, Jiana, we just wanted what's best for you. You have to understa-" I cut him off.
"I said I didn't cried," I repeated, now getting irritated.
"Even so. We have to convince you because this is your chance. We already told you that!" His voice started to rise.
"Can we please not talk about that now?" I pleaded.
"No, Jiana. I want you to go-"
"You want me to leave, I know! I get your point so please stop and give me some damn time!" I bursted and left the house.
They didn't tried to stop me so I stormed my way to my car and drove to my comfort place.
I parked my BMW in front of the slightly packed Pierre's café. Ever sinceI turned eighteen, my parents let me drive on my own since I was already in legal age.
Walked inside and went straight into the poetry section of the tall shelves. I pulled out one of the most popular poet's book and an Open book.
The Open Book is kind of a journal where customers here in Pierre's can use to write their poems in there. Some could read it and you can write any of your poems there too.
I wanted to try their Open Mic event but since it's a Saturday, the stage is closed. For years that I have been going here, I never tried to perform on that event.
After picking out some books, I then went to my usual spot at the second floor and Juliet, who still works here, attended to me immediately.
"Same order, Juliet, I said.
"Got it, Jiana," she said and scribbled my order on her notes.
We already knew each other for months and sometimes, we even dined together here and that was when I knew that she as into poetries as well. She joins that OpenMic whenever she has new entries too.
After writing on her pad, she excused herself to make my menu. As I watched her get lost in my view, I looked around to observe the crowded place.Most of them are students like me, probably just to find entertainment of group works.
My eyes then dropped at the group of guys at the other end. I faked a cough and sat properly when I realized that it was Theo, Lucas' high school friends.
Along him was Aljhun, Scott, Xavier, and more familiar boys. It was only Lucas who wasn't present.



I suddenly want to storm out of the place. I tried to focus my attention to the booked piled up in my table but I already read lines multiple timed but I couldn't understand a thing.



I looked around again and simply land my eyes at their table and saw that their attention was on me now. I looked away, pretending that I didn't noticed them.



Juliet then came with my salad and orange juice. She smiled at me so I smiled back.



While she was placing my food at the table, I tried to as her.



"Is… Lucas here?" she's familiar with Lucas since I often come here with him. But she didn't know about what happened to us so I hesitated when I asked her that. Besides, ever since last year, my visits became rare.



"I haven't saw him though his friends are here for couple of hours now," she answered.



"Oh, okay," I said, a little disappointed. I at least expected to see him here because if he is, I could've let him know that I read his letter even if it was long over due.


"Why'd you asked? You aren't close anymore?" She said, giggling a little bit. 



I chuckled nervously and just shrugged it off since I didn't know what to say to her.



"Well, then. I'll just call you when I need something." I dismissed her jokingly.



She laughed at me but left me alone, eventually. I glanced back at the boys who're still looking at me!



I raised a brow and decided to just start eating while reading the entries in the Open Book.



It gave me an emotional rollercoaster. Some of the poems are funny, some were sad, 

Happy, anxious, and a whole lot more. It delayed my meal so when I finished reading, I continued my food.



When I was done, I decided to put an entry so I got my bag and looked for my pen. My brows furrowed when I saw nothing. I doubled check it since I'm sure I always bring one wherever I go.



I sighed and gave up when I saw nothing. I looked around and saw a pen holder at the shelved on the other end. It was standing near Theo's table. Yes, they're still hereafter one more hour.



I scanned their table to make sure no one added to their crowd. I stood up when I got no choice. I walked near the so I caught their attention. I wore my usual cold face as som of them raised their brows.



I walked straight to the shelf and found a good sign pen to use. I went back to my seat and smirked. 



I started scribbling on the book.



Who are we?

Are we simply what other wants us to be?

Or are we capable 

Of being something more?



We often ask people "who are you?"

But the real question is "who am I?"



Who am I?

Am I someone that is controlled 

Easily by another universe?

Or am I someone who becomes 

something that is beyond my control?



I risk stars, I sacrificed the skies

I turned my back to who everyone relies.

Just to know my answer.



I know who I am now.

I am not simply what others want me to be.

I am not controlled by another galaxy.

I am capable of being something more.



-achilla





I wrote my name, which is also my pen name before I started sketching my portrait at the lower right corner of the journal. A minimal and undetailed sketch. Just enough to determine that it is a girl sitting and writing.

I was about to close the book when Juliet snatched it from me and read thhe poem. She even flashed an upside down smile and nodded, as is very satisfiedd with what she's reading.



"Hey," I protested but she didn't budged.



She ignored me and suddenlt turned back, leaving with the book. She walked towards a small stage and a mic on the center of tye second floor. My eyes widened when I realized what she was about to do. 



I sat back as I watched her manipulate the mic.



"Hello, everyone. I know it isn't Friday so I guess I'm going to call this Pierre's Saturday," she joked and eveyone laughed. Even Theo's group cheered for her.



She laughed. "This poem is not made by me but by a friend with the pen name…" she sanned the page to look for her own answers. "Achilla," she said.



I filled my cheeks with air and slouched when Theo's group looked at me.



"Honestly, this is the most simple yet deep poem I ever reaad in here,"she waved the book she was holding.



I gave her a glare and looked at Theo's table again. They were all smiling at me. O c'mon. Hindi lang ako ang Achilla rito?!



Juliet then started reading my poem. After that, the crowd clapped and some even praised it. 



After that, I glared at Juliet who just laughed at me. I told her howunfair she is since I never even read one of her poems and here she is, spreading the crowd my write ups. Minutes more of chitchats, her break time was over so she had to go back to work.

I cleaned my things, ready to go. I stood up and returned to pen. My eyes met the guys. I walked past them when one of thm called me.



"So your pen name's Achilla, huh?" Theo said.



"Yeah, is that the name on Lucas' pendant?" anther one added. My heart raced at what he siad. They all laughed at his statement

Despite being pissed, I nodded.



"I didn't know you could make a good writer," Aljhun then complimnted. I smiled at him.



"It's not like everyon knows that I write," I said.



"Even Lucas?" another annoying and familiar guy added. I raised a brow at him. Are they really mocking me or what? 



"No," I faked a smile. I turned my back and tried to walk away when another one spoke.



"He's dating your friend now, right?" I stopped my steps but I didn't turned to look at them.



Friend? He's dating who?



"He means Allanis," I heard Xavier, my former mysterious guy said.


Jiana Achilla Chavez is the daughter of a big-time business tycoon. Her name rings ostentatiously around her high school campus and maybe even beyond its four walls. But despite having that title, she finds it hard to communicate and trust people. 

So when she took step on her new school grounds, her life took a lot of different (and unforeseen) series of turns- especially that it involves a certain guy who's a year ahead of her; a guy who happened to have unexpected connections with very unexpected girls.

Di Fuyi answered confidently, "Why not?" He then burst out laughing before continuing, "The six worlds long for a time of tranquility and prosperity. I will do my best to turn the mess around and restore peace."
His statement was nothing short of arrogant, but Gu Xijiu did not find it revolting in any way. On the contrary, she found him quite attractive now that she had seen another side of him. Nevertheless, his attractive physical appearance also played a part in that.
Since Gu Xijiu was much older than everyone else, she found it difficult to be impressed by others. Di Fuyi, however, was an exception. He appeared to be a man of exceptional abilities, and more importantly, he seemed like someone whom she could trust. The more she stared at him, the more she felt a spark in her heart. Never had she encountered such feelings before, so she was curious too.
Meanwhile, Di Fuyi reflected on her concerns and abruptly added, "Don't you worry."
"Huh?" Gu Xijiu was no longer on the same page. Was there anything that she should be worried about?
"As always, you will remain as the creator of the universe for all eternity. I shall never replace you," Di Fuyi reassured.
With a smile and a gentle tap on his shoulder, Gu Xijiu responded cheerfully, "You have overthought. In fact, I cannot wait for you to take over my role, so I…" All of a sudden, she stopped speaking as she was not sure if she was allowed to reveal such a secret. 
Nonetheless, Di Fuyi knew that something was up. "What about you?"
"So that I can rest. Being the creator of the universe is quite an exhausting job. I would rather travel the world freely without any responsibilities or commitments."
Di Fuyi rubbed her hair and replied, "Don't worry. When my job here in the six worlds is done, I will go everywhere with you, and we can do anything you want."
"It is just the two of us now, so there is no need for you to continue acting," Gu Xijiu smilingly teased.
He kept spoiling her, which was something she was not quite used to. She almost thought that he was being serious about getting married.
Di Fuyi looked at her intensely. "The show must go on. You have to get used to it. Otherwise, we will easily show expose our secret," he responded with a smile.
With a smirk, Gu Xijiu answered, "You are such a good actor." She then added after a sigh, "I am glad that we are not enemies. Otherwise, I would surely have a hard time."
She heard about the secret plans that he made with Yin Jiusi - most of it was quite cruel and relentless. A chill ran down her spine when they exchanged their thoughts as she had never thought that he would be this iron-hearted when he had to deal with his enemies. He would make a good friend or a disastrous enemy.
Understanding what Gu Xijiu meant, Di Fuyi sighed. "Xijiu, some things cannot be distinguished entirely between good and bad. As long as what we want in the end is good, the process should not matter too much."
He was right. Not all war tactics were honest and forthright. Sometimes, violence must be met with violence. Sometimes, killing was necessary to prevent the loss of more innocent lives. One had to be tough during these harsh times. As the saying went - a good man would never rule for long.
The current Devil King was a good example. In fact, he was a scholar. His poems were highly appraised by society. However, his poetic talent was not quite helpful when it came to the ruling of a kingdom. He did not have the eye for people and certainly did not know how to distinguish the goods ones from the bad ones. Also, he did not have a firm stance on matters and listened to whatever he was told. Very often, he would find himself indulging in bottles of wine with beautiful companions by his side, possibly distracted by his enemies. And soon, his power of governance fell into the hands of the regent, thus putting the masses in dire poverty.
When a king was a bad ruler, the kingdom would have to suffer with him. An innocent man would only get himself into trouble because of his power. He was obviously incapable of ruling, and yet he refused to retire. Thus, removing him was the only way.
Di Fuyi's plan for Yin Jiusi was to get rid of the king, through the hands of another man. 


In a modern world, a professional assassin was murdered by her beloved and found herself revived in an ancient world as a general's daughter with a weak physique. She was engaged to a prince, but because she did not have a nice appearance, her fiancé and sister attempted to kill her. Although she had to struggle to survive, there were also those who unconditionally loves her that supported her in her time of need. 

How does she intend to adapt and survive in such a foreign and hostile world? Follow Gu Xijiu on her journey to discover her one true love!

While many people are speculating on this clash, Sword Monarch Zhu Yao on the other hand is practicing by his lonesome on a secluded forest near the foot of the mountain.
Even though, the ground is uneven and there are many roots of tree crawling around the ground, for some reason he never lost his footing.
He ignores all those words he heard and those speculation as his eyes only seek the path of the sword.
It is a pure devotion to the sword. Even Azief did not have such pure heart toward the sword. This is because they both seek different things. But could the devotion of sword defeats Azief?
How could it? Zhu Yao seek the sword, Azief seek the truth of all things. These things are so different and its height is also different.
It is like comparing Heaven and Earth
One seeks the origin of sword, while one seeks the origins of all things. It is clear who is more advantageous.
Sword is just that, a sword. But many people did not understand this simple notion. Even Xi Feng did not understand. They were taught that sword intent comes from the will of the sword resonating with the world.
Sword intent comes from the heart and it affect the world. The heart affects the world, like a sight affect your mood.
A blind man could not see the world while a deaf man could not hear. And as such it affects one mood.
The Sword did not resonate with the world unless one put some soul into it. And whose soul was put into it?
The swordsman soul.
The Heart affect the world, and the heart create a sword. And a sword is always just that, a sword.
Azief understand this the moment he heard Xi Feng told him about his belief of the sword intent. But the reason Azief knows so much is because unlike the people of this world, he was exposed to more secrets of the Universe.
While these people used sword to fight Azief used Laws and Concepts of the World and the Universe to fight monstrous and godly beings.
If Zhu Yao heard Azief teaching, there is no doubt his attainment in the sword arts would increase almost immediately.
Zhu Yao did not know that there is such expert on top of the mountains, if not he would not act drastically, leaving the Sword Residence and travelled all the way to Silhae to spar with Xi Feng so he could understand One Sword technique.
Xi Feng would never have the chance to be in the notice of such a powerful sword practitioner if not for the fact that he is rumored to have mastered the ten moves of the Flowing Sword Arts.
Zhu Yao eyes is clear and the sword on his hand shows unbreakable resolve as his sword swing through the air like a graceful dance
His long white robe contrasted the gloomy dim darkness of the forest as his sword light cut many leaves into two.
The wind rustles the leaves, the leaves falls and his sword light will split the leave following the grains of those leaves.
It shows not only Zhu Yao precision in attacking, it also highlighted his control over his own internal energy.
If he uses to much of his internal energy, the leaves would not be split apart that cleanly. Instead it would have scattered into thousand pieces.
His aura when he is wielding a sword is akin to nature itself. Soothing and calm at times but could also become a disaster. It is tempestuous and unpredictable.
Like always, in his eyes there is only the sword in his hand. Not far away, some female sword practitioner from other orthodox sect marvel at the handsome face of the Sword Monarch.
Behind them mumbling with a dissatisfied face is Saber Manor Young Master Jian Que. Flitting around the camp is Tukhla from Beiyuan and his companion Ulhak, making small talks and socializing with other warriors of the South.
There is even Su Yun who Tukhla suspected to be one of the secret spies of the southern dynasties.
Elegant Scholar Sun Wu from Wu Pavilion waving his fan and crafted a few poems in the night, about the One Sword might and the unpredictable Flowing Sword Arts. It was like he is goading Zhu Yao and hyping the battle ahead of time.
People have always knowns that the Elegant Scholar is not that proficient in fighting but his intellect in strategizing make him a formidable enemy.
His family even though they are also of a martial family, they are also a family of nobles with many of the Sun family descendant serving in the Yong military circle.
Elegant Scholar also have one other nickname among the military circle. The Little Sun. This is because his name was the same as the name of his great grandfather The Saint of War Sun Wu of Yan.
Since the Spring and Autumn period, the Sun family have been a noble family of military lineage.
He is hyping the battle and singing poems every day.
Saber Manor Young Master Jian Que also present. Unlike others who like to train he just waited in his tent with his many woman handmaiden.
But no one doubted his attainment in saber arts. Before the appearance of Xi Feng in the martial art world, people always compared Sword Monarch with him.
One with The Sword Su Meng from Sword Washing Sect is also training but he did not spar with the people of the orthodox sect.
Instead he spars with many of the young talents of the heterodox sect.
The Sword Washing Sect is quite ambivalent in their relationship with the heterodox sect.
Like the Temple of Xi which wanted to achieve Enlightenment and the Cloud Abode in Yongxian Valley that wanted to attain immortality, the Sword Washing Sect only wanted to know the origins of sword.
They are impartial in many matters and they trained themselves to see the world transcending from the norm of good and evil.
To them, there is no sword technique that is evil. To them sword technique is sword technique. The good and evil rested on one heart and the wielder of the sword.
And the heterodox sect who detest the orthodox sect weirdly enough did not mind that the successor of the Sword Washing Sect sparring with them.
In fact, they even trusted him more than their own member of the heterodox sect.
There is many reason for this weird trust. They are many prominent figures of the heterodox sect that once learn swordsmanship from the streams of the Zhou River valleys where the Sword Washing Sect resided in.
Whether they enter the orthodox sect or not, the one that have learned in the Sword Washing Sect only have one goals and that is to improve their swordsmanship.
But it is not only the orthodox sect that have a great lineup. The foot of the mountain of the Five Element Mountain is now filed with dragons and tigers.
Their arrival even shocked the royal family of Silhae.
But since, these arrivals of many martial arts expert did not mean harm for her kingdom, she did not do anything excessive and let them tread the snowy path leading to the Five Element Mountain.
To many Silhae royal family, the Five Element Mountain is a cursed site. The massacre that they heard happen on top of the mountain only help reinforce that belief.
Which is why there is not many that dares tread its path.
Even the villagers around the foot of the mountain was actually the descendant of many prisoner and political dissident of the kingdom who was sent there as punishment.
They did not die and instead thrive under the foot of the mountain and even establish many small villages and a small city form not too far away from their villages.
The Five Element Mountain was rarely approached by people.
Which is why the royal family was shocked when they read the List of Swordsman and find out one of the great master of martial arts is living in their kingdom.
If they knew, they would have long sent people to invite the master to come to the royal palace.
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In the aftermath of apocalyptic event, a man rises above the others to lead an era. 

With threat beyond the stars, as Supreme Beings of otherworldly star system watches over as Destiny and Fate work their way, an era of Gods descended upon Earth

And in his rise, lies a terrifying secret.  Read how he rises above it all, through all the complicated love life, his determination to push through his own fate and destiny and the Will that pushes him forward.

With all of this, could the Fate that was written be overturned? And will he truly rise to the top and survive?

A great battle for the fate of the Universe began.

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