Ok, so I was up late and I was thinking about how retarded almost everyone and everything was in cultivation novels. This soon led to me thinking 'Why? Why is everyone so retarded?' This is my theory on cultivation novels.

Helios was given a second life in exchange for a heavy responsibility—To protect the world from the devastation.

They, who embodied the will of a planet and had enough strength to shred the two most powerful beings in a heartbeat.

With the threat of destruction looming over the world, Helios reincarnated, fought in bitter wars, and died.

He reincarnated again. This time he tried a different approach, sacrificing a thousand years in pursuit of a perfect Godhood.

Even that failed.

Now he chose to reincarnate again in the hope to regain his humanity.

Would he succeed or fail?

Read more to find out.

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This is a Crossover between Fate Grand Order and DxD, an AU you might say.

Features:
The main story is set in the Era of Artoria Pendragon.
Lots of Kingdom building.
Lots of action-packed wars.
Lots of fluff.

Schedule - 4 chapters every week

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I don't own anything in this book. This is just a piece of fiction.

The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, often shortened to Hamlet (/ˈhæmlɪt/), is a tragedy written by William Shakespeare sometime between 1599 and 1601. It is Shakespeare's longest play, with 29,551 words. Set in Denmark, the play depicts Prince Hamlet and his revenge against his uncle, Claudius, who has murdered Hamlet's father in order to seize his throne and marry Hamlet's mother.
Hamlet is considered among the most powerful and influential works of world literature, with a story capable of "seemingly endless retelling and adaptation by others".[1] It was one of Shakespeare's most popular works during his lifetime[2] and still ranks among his most performed, topping the performance list of the Royal Shakespeare Company and its predecessors in Stratford-upon-Avon since 1879.[3] It has inspired many other writers—from Johann Wolfgang von Goethe and Charles Dickens to James Joyce and Iris Murdoch—and has been described as "the world's most filmed story after Cinderella".[4]

The story of Shakespeare's Hamlet was derived from the legend of Amleth, preserved by 13th-century chronicler Saxo Grammaticus in his Gesta Danorum, as subsequently retold by the 16th-century scholar François de Belleforest. Shakespeare may also have drawn on an earlier Elizabethan play known today as the Ur-Hamlet, though some scholars believe Shakespeare wrote the Ur-Hamlet, later revising it to create the version of Hamlet that exists today. He almost certainly wrote his version of the title role for his fellow actor, Richard Burbage, the leading tragedian of Shakespeare's time. In the 400 years since its inception, the role has been performed by numerous highly acclaimed actors in each successive century.

Three different early versions of the play are extant: the First Quarto (Q1, 1603); the Second Quarto (Q2, 1604); and the First Folio (F1, 1623). Each version includes lines and entire scenes missing from the others. The play's structure and depth of characterisation have inspired much critical scrutiny. One such example is the centuries-old debate about Hamlet's hesitation to kill his uncle, which some see as merely a plot device to prolong the action but which others argue is a dramatisation of the complex philosophical and ethical issues that surround cold-blooded murder, calculated revenge, and thwarted desire. More recently, psychoanalytic critics have examined Hamlet's unconscious desires, while feminist critics have re-evaluated and attempted to rehabilitate the often-maligned characters of Ophelia and Gertrude.


Life was silent. I was climbing the ladder at work at a fast pace, I had got a raise after working for six months and was sent to other cities in the country to accompany groups. The workload was higher, leaving me with little time for freelance work. At this time the pipes of the apartment above mine collapsed leading to flooding in my apartment. The building owners were called, checks were made and I was asked to find someplace to stay until everything was fixed.

It was a relief that the apartment came with furnishing and I had simply not added anything to the pre-existing décor. None of my belongings suffered due to this event. I just had to pack my suitcase and find a place where I could live for a couple of days.

The problem was, I had no acquaintances in the city. So, I opted to live in a hotel which had good security. I would possibly have to find a new place to live which I stay in the hotel; thank god it was the weekend. The security in the apartment I was living in was lax and left me being careful when I walked around.

I could see that the hotel was busy, but there seemed to be a conference happening there. As I checked in I heard someone tap on my shoulder. I moved away from the touch, a shiver running down my spine as my gut wretched at the thought of the touch.

I swiveled around, prepared for confrontation to see a vaguely familiar face.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" I asked, my brow scrunched in irritation. The boy had blue eyes and blond hair, his surprised look registered in my head. I remembered his identity by the clueless look on his face.

Jameson, the throw-away apprentice.

"You don't remember me?" he asked, seeming disappointed.

"No." I lied. I was going to move past him when he grabbed my hand. I slapped it away, clutching at my wrist.

"Please don't touch me," I warned him. He looked unsettled.

I didn't like to be touched, especially by people as stupid as this one.

He spluttered an apology and wrung his hands in front of him.

"I just wanted to stop you," he whined. I grew angrier by the second. It was quite unusual for me to react this way as most people didn't dare to come near me because I gave off a snotty air. "Aren't you going to attend the conference?"

My brain processed the information.

"What does it have to do with me?"

"Dr. Butler is presenting a paper on the case you helped with." He told me.

"I didn't help him with any case," I ground out.

"You found the body, and well… we found a lot from it," he told me sheepishly. It was his inadequacy which had thrown him out of the case.

"It has nothing to do with me." I walked away without looking back.

Even if Sebastian Butler was lurking around in the hotel, I would not be stumbling across him.

.

I had gone down to the dining area for dinner. My entrée had arrived and I was poking at it when I saw a shadow pull out the chair across from me and slide into it. I looked up, disinterested and found the nonchalant figure of Mr. Butler looking at the plate he had placed in front of him.

I silently looked back to my plate and scooped out a spoonful of food and shoved it into my mouth.
There was no conversation while we ate. He glanced at me a few times without lingering for long. We sat in comfortable silence.

I was about to get up when I heard his voice.

"Eat some more, don't need to leave on my account," the deadpan was obviously there. I had really finished my meal but on hearing him I sat leaned back into the chair and stared right at him.

"Would you like some spinach ravioli?" he asked suddenly, but before I could answer, he had transferred a piece onto my empty plate. I couldn't come to hate the idea. I sliced into the ravioli and put it into my mouth so that he could have his peace of mind.

"Are you staying here with guests?" he asked.

I shook my head but realized soon that he was not looking at me, therefore didn't know how I had answered.

I chewed on the remaining of the ravioli, gulped it down and then put my cutlery down. 

"No. Due to unforeseeable circumstances, I find myself seeking refuge in an expensive hotel," I had meant it as a joke, but he seemed to put on a sour expression in response. Confused, I waited for him to say something but ended up explaining the situation.

Didn't help matters.

"Doesn't the company you work for pay you enough?" he grumbled.

"They do."

He transferred another ravioli from his plat onto mine. I sighed as I took the fork and knife back into my hands and made two pieces of it.

"Then why didn't you find a place with better structural stability?"

"I like to live dangerously," I told him with a smile. He was not pleased.

"I can see that, going around town with unknown people all day long, treating them like gods when they are rude to you, and put yourself in danger all the time all seem like your way of living the dangerous life."I guffawed. 

"Says the man who catches serial killers for fun. What do you think happens to those that escape you and come back to bite you in the ass?" I challenged. He raised a brow at me, pride flashing in his eyes.

"I never let them escape, so they can't get to me."He leaned back, issuing me a challenge. 

I clicked my tongue and shook my head, my mood uplifting.

"Imagine: I want to kill a series of people, I have some psychoanalytic sense. I can change the pattern of killing to throw you off track. Maybe you won't even find out that it was the same killer on a spree." He scoffed in reply.

"Evie, our mind is divided into three parts: the conscious, subconscious and unconscious. While you can consciously refrain from killing in a certain way to evade psychoanalysis, your subconscious and unconscious mind are biased and lean towards motions that give you away. The killer can be intelligent, but they will always get caught because they are a slave to their mind. Nothing escapes psychology, no one can evade pattern.

 I stayed silent for a minute. I licked my lips as I came up with what to say next.

"But it is up to you to come up with the analogy… to see the pattern and you are not omniscient." It was a direct hit to the preconceived notion that he was capable of unraveling the mind of every person he comes across.

"And therein lies the difference between me and you. I don't only look at psychology but also the scene of the crime, physical evidence and using knowledge, information to deduce the answer is the empirical method of solving problems, it is the same with crime analysis." He stopped, mulled over how to say the next part of his argument and then began again. "I was trained in this sphere, I had teachers who taught me how to keep myself safe. Can you say the same about yourself? Are you impervious to danger?"

His argument was somewhat compelling.

"I sense that there is more you want to say, that you have an ulterior motive for sitting across from me when you know well that I was trying not to meet you. Clearly, Jameson has told you that he came across the girl he had interviewed and you knew that was me because you would not expect such a thing. Therefore, you were sure of my identity when I was recommended as the translator and you tested me with a purpose." I grew enraged. "What do you want from me?" I asked him.

"Be my assistant."

I had not expected that.  I had thought that he would try to placate me or try to turn the conversation, but it seemed like I didn't know him enough.

I was flabbergasted.

"You deserve to accomplish your dreams.  This life you are leading is not meant to satisfy your thirst for knowledge. Be my assistant, Evie."
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Evie Lewis wanted to be a detective just like her father. Her life came crashing down when she found herself unable to save her parents, kidnapped by a serial killer and tortured for their pleasure. She escaped but she was just a shell of herself. She wished to live a silent life.

An unexpected job offer and lots of pleading from a genius criminal psychologist lead her to be pulled back into the world of monsters. Follow Evie as she learns to dissect the human mind and forgive herself. And maybe fall in love, too.

After all, who can resist Sebastian Butler?

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Pain is world-annihilating. 

I have felt it push me to the brink of death and catapult me back to the base of my very existence. It evoked in me a monster... 

It injected in me the violent need to survive—even if it meant that I had to eat the flesh of another.

Pain instilled in me Reason. There is only one: You only have hope when you survive.

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Twenty years ago, Dr. Martin's Clinic.
Kevin looked at the young redhead; he had known her for almost ten years. And the wisdom her eyes held he'd not seen in many. Even to those around his age. "Honestly?" He asked, knowing full well she wouldn't back down.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," she answered as he expected.
"I don't know." He confessed, leaning back to his chair.
Sam scowled at him; it can't be; he should know. "Not specifically 'what' caused it but from my years of observation and study of your mental health, and undeniable-remarkable growth. Something traumatizing caused it, something so bad--" he started to explain,
"I repressed it." She finished for him, causing him to chuckle under his breath, impressed. She must have been absorbing books after books on psychology. He knew she was the type to go big, never half-assing things.
"Yes, like you may already be aware. Psychological repression is an automatic defensive mechanism based on Sigmund Freud's psychoanalytic model in which people subconsciously push unpleasant or intolerable thoughts and feelings into their unconscious." Kevin said, earning Sam's full attention. She had learned that, as well.
"In layman's terms, when situations or memories occur that we are unable to cope with, we push them away." He added, using jargons he knew she could fully comprehend.
He released the pen in his hand, letting it roll on the table till it stopped on its own. He looked at the teenager before him; she was his most superb patient. And it won't be long he knew till he would no longer be her psychologist was near. She was no longer a child, after all. "It's something your mind, your understanding as a child at the time couldn't handle. That it chose to bury it deep within your subconscious, that's why you can't remember", he said.
"Why?" she asked, the very question she had been asking herself for the past weeks. Something she wanted most to know. She needed to know. 
"It is a primary ego defence mechanism...To protect your sanity, to cope so that you can move forward like normal. "Kevin explained, fingers intertwined together as he watched her process every information he provided.
"I'm anything else but normal." She said. She knew she was something else entirely; she knew that since she started interacting with other kids. She thought them slow, but then again, to her, most adults also seemed slow. However, there are people like Dr. Martin and her grandfather, who she found tolerable enough. 
Kevin smiled, nodding softly, "You are extraordinary." he complimented, but she brushed it off. Her mind had been praised numerous times before.
"What could it be?" Sam asked out loud, and Kevin considered for a moment, "It could be anything at the time--it could be as ordinary as a ball, a shadow, the sound of thunder...as long as it scared you enough." he explained. Her eyes narrowed at him, "Or it could be something really bad---something really scary." she interjected, knowing full well he was hiding something from her. He sighed, his eyes darkening for a second. 
Noticing the man's expression, she fisted her hand. "You know something!" She accused him.
Kevin shook his head, "I don't. I really don't." He said firmly, honestly, trying to calm her. He had his suspicions, of course, and his suspicions were something horrible. Perhaps, a childhood abuse--he did try to investigate her past, he had checked her medical records before her grandparents took her in. But they were spotless, no history of hospitalizations, accidents, no physical scars, but emotional--plausible. He knew that there had to be a reason why Sam had difficulty trusting people. Why at 4, she decided to stop talking.
Someone caused it. 
Someone from her past.
"Yet, it had, and still influences my behaviours subconsciously." She pointed out, knowing whatever it was still haunts her to that very day. 
"Yes, it is manifesting themselves in our discussions, your dreams, and emotional reactions in your everyday life." Kevin agreed.
"I want to know." She said, her voice breaking, Kevin noticed. 
"We both know it's not that easy, Sam. It's buried in decades of memories, you repressed it for a reason--" he started, "but it can be remembered, right?" She interrupted with a determined look—the fire in her eyes he could see.
He sighed; she was such a headstrong young woman. "Yes, it's possible." He admitted.
Sam stood, looking down at the doctor seated behind his office table. 
"Then, I want to remember." she started, and he listened to her every word. 
"If I remember it--- if these repressed memories could be brought up to a conscious level. It could help me be--not be so afraid anymore. It will help me understand....ME." the redhead proposed confidently. Her standing so tall, so proud, was something he knew she only showed to those who she trusted, this was who she truly was, not the girl who always made herself subconsciously little to the world as if trying to make herself unnoticeable as possible. If only she weren't so afraid, she could be so much more, he thought. She'd be someone that could make so much difference in whatever field she decides to pursue. 
'If only..' Kevin imagined she could conquer the world.
Sam placed her hands on the table, looking the man more than twice her age straight in the eyes. "And you will help me. You are my Doctor after all", she claimed.
Kevin looked back at the red-haired teenage girl in jeans, overalls, and sneakers making demands in his office. He smiled, both amused and impressed. Of course, he will help her; that's why he was there after all.
….
Present Day. Lab, Guy's Hospital, 
Elle walked through the halls heading towards her boss' lab. She was worried, to say the least, she hadn't seen the redhead that focused on a case in her life, not since the Murder of the 15th--which people may not believe, but she had not stopped working on. Whenever she had some available time, she would still review the case. It always bothered her, the killer is still out there free, blending in with the crowd somewhere. And even though there were no longer any reports since her attack, she had an inkling saying he was still doing what he did best, subtle killing. Natural deaths. And to her, perhaps he or she was just too good to be noticed.
On the other hand, the Double-murder Case, in some way, Elle thought she was taking personally. The anger burning in her eyes was something she hadn't missed. 
Why? She doesn't know. She had asked the redhead directly, but the ginge merely dismissed her presence.
"Any update from the blood spatter analyst?" Sam asked when she entered the automatic door. She had asked a colleague of hers who was a specialized analyst that could perform additional forensic science duties for a task. Unfortunately, she hasn't received any reports from the specialist yet.
"No, not yet," she answered, watching the redhead readjust her microscope.
"Alright, thanks." the redhead dismissed her as she analyzed an article of clothing with stains, which she believed to have the suspects semen on it. She had checked the stain under ultraviolet light and had double-checked by exposing it to specific chemicals--both result positive.
"How about a break," Elle suggested, worried, and she honestly can't tell if her boss' razor-sharp focus on the case was because of the case itself, or if it was because of what happened with Levi and her, something they had caused.
Something she had been subconsciously calling as 'the breakup'.
"No," Sam stated firmly, not bothering to look at her.
Elle moved closer to the redhead; she forced a smile on her face. "How about I make you tea? You need---" she started, wanting her to at least take a short breather, and not be hunched down with a microscope, or a computer for a second or two.
Sam whiplashed to Elle, annoyed, her eyes focused on her. And the way she was looking at her Elle found intimidating. "What I need is silence while I work," she said, her patience thin. She didn't want her time wasted by trivial things that didn't help with the case in hand. It didn't matter to her if she didn't solve any other case in the future, as long as she solved this one. That's all that mattered to her. 
There was a pause, and Elle opened her mouth to speak, admittedly she was hurt but at the same time worried. Sam rarely snapped, and if ever she did, it was for a significant reason. She knew the redhead had a lot on her plate, to the degree that even her brother had informed her to watch out for her since their grandmother was 'on the move'. What Denise Fredricksen was plotting the brunette could only fathom to be sinister and devious.
"Do I need to tell you to leave?" Sam said, glaring at her assistant, who had yet to leave her in peace. Elle sighed, and she turned and exited the room. 


Levi Jackson is a brilliant criminal psychologist with a knack for reading people. He uses his twisted genius in making a name for his private detective agency ‘Jackson Detectives’ with the business motto of "No case is too insignificant, as long as you're willing to pay."

Presented with the case of a missing accountant, he is forced to seek the help of Guy’s Hospital resident genius, and Director of Forensics, Dr. Sam Gray.


Join them in their adventure in solving different crimes and pissing people off along the way. 

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start 2:18am - hitsugi 

today I want to talk about dreams. 

like does everyone have different dreams or do people also have the exact same dreams, and I mean to the moment they start to the moment they wake up; like a story that has all parts are they same for some people? I've been thinking about this for a while but how effective can you make it for yourself to dream as well. like can deprive yourself from sleep and then forcefully make yourself sleep and have a dream or is it random? I'm currently testing the theory of not sleeping passively because I dont sleep much in general, proof of that is the time I usually start writing these.

although I say I am testing this theory I technically already did that in middle school, let me explain... in middle school my average sleepytime was about ~5-30 minutes. school would start at 7:30am but our mother would wake us up 1 hour early to get ready for school, so 6:30am. I would maybe sleep at 6am or I would think, "at least a little bit of sleep." and would sleep like 5 minutes. in doing so it would seem that dreams dont come out if you force them. 

another theory I have is that is your mood affects the effectivenes of having dreams. for example if your in a good mood maybe you will have a good dream, or bad mood will affect a good dream and turn bad or it will be a bad dream from the start.

I started suspecting this theory because I once had a good night by gazing at the moon, it got me in a good mood because the moon was beautiful. that night I had a good dream of me just laying in my bed hearing some soft and chill music, naturally it o ly lasted a few seconds in my mind but actually lasted a few hours in reality. then after thinking about that dream I suddenly got the idea that maybe feeling influence how you sleep and maybe you dream... all a theory though.

now I talk about my most recent dream, it wasnt pleasant. recently most of my dreams have one thing in common: death. in most of my dreams that I have been having I have been influenced by the thought of death. although my most recent was more tame compared to the others. my most recent dream was of me in a state of sleep deprivation, my whole body paralyzed, unable to move while still conscious. funny thing is this is a reoccurring dream, I dreamt about myself having sleep paralysis while I was having sleep paralysis in reality. i realize the reason i get sleep paralysis is because of my lack of sleep... but my body just doesn't know when to give up being awake.

alright now we speed run my other dreams. starting with the reoccurring dream is sleep paralysis, we already went over that. the next one I have is a bit weird, it's a dream of me killing my parents, dark dream I know. I dont influence my dreams because none of these dreams are lucid (I'll talk about lucid dreaming after). alright onto the next one, being impaled by wooden spears into my stomach are while I am laughing maniacally. honestly that one was pretty fun in my dream because in my dream the people impaling the wooden spears into me were muttering the words, "why won't he die." over and over again, although most of these dreams do not last long they still are long lasting you know what I mean? alright onto the best one, a bit weird, I was dreaming I was in a labyrinth running from people like chuckie, slenderman, etc. just a bunch of people from like storys involving like people dying and stuff. once caught by them you will be mercilessly killed without fail each time, this dream lasted longer. alright onto the next one, isolation. let me explain sitting in a corner of the room no lights pitch black you cant see anything, your grabbing your head forcefully, pulling at your face causing bruises. screaming as loud as you can for no one to hear, the pinnacle of insanity. murmering to yourself your own faults and wrongdoings only for a door to open in front of you, "light." you walk in the door behind you closes, a new form of isolation where you can see yourself. mirrors on all sides insanity to its fullest. you bang your head against the mirror for it not break and only end up injuring yourself in the process. another door opens leading into a normal room. furnished floor a ceiling with a rope hanging, a noose. your given a choice, take the rope and hang yourself and end the madness, oh the joy it will all end... or wait for the next door to open if their is any 'next door.' and that ends my dreams, last one has the most detail because it was a pretty big dream for me, most of my dreams dont even last that long. also if that dream is put into practice in the real world do you think people will choose the noose? although time and food was not specified I speculate at least ~1-3 weeks without food and sunlight can easily change the way a person thinks, also I think in the white room is about maybe ~3 days to ~1-2 weeks, I'm not sure. then you can give them 1 week on the noose, or however long. however thinking about it logically I dont think that's enough time to make someone insane so I'm thinking maybe at least the full thing should take place in about 6 months time, about half a year. mostly because people dont go insane so easily, it takes time and patience to do something like that, almost like brainwashing, you have to influence the way they think and feel towards certain things to get the best result.

alright now that that is over i also thought about lucid dreams, if this was true then cant this really help do certain things like for example people say that in lucid dreams as long as you think hard enough you can do certain things, right? so then cant they try to imagine a world where everything goes well or a future where everything is bad. but this is not going to work because of the person's view on what is considered good or bad, let's say subject 1 thinks a world without illness is good, now let's say subject 2 thinks a world without rules and laws is good; which one I'd good? these types of things aren't easy to do with lucid dreams so I thought of something else recently, what about changing the world in your lucid dream so that it's never ending, if possible. although I dont know how this will be possible, because on some places I read one would wake up from their dream after taking injury. so a world without injury, but that doesn't save you from the outside world trying to force you to wake so this won't really be effective. then I also started reading isekai type manga cause I got bored and thought, if you can do this in a lucid dream cant you also try to find out how it's possible and try to use in the real world. but that would also prove to be useless because of how different a lot of isekai type manga are, some of them get their power by simply invoking words. others have the power granted to them without trying. others work towards that magic but it's never understood the true basics of magic because people who make isekai manga also dont know the basics of such things. so trying to find out the foundation of something like magic is hard, sure they say feel the warmth and the outside... you do that wveryday with body heat and getting colds, having sore throught, fevers, etc. pretty much what I'm trying to say lucid dreams are pretty useless, the only use they have is to realise a dream that you really want; to be rich, to be famous, etc. although most dreams will be subjective to the person dreaming because you will want fame a certain way you 'desire.' if you do realize the dream into reality it will probably most likely be completely different to how you dreamed it.

in other words dreams are pretty interesting. although not common once you start to grow older they are nonetheless, interesting things that occur naturally.

I'm no philosopher but god damn I went in, did not expect this.

Also I have a question, do you want me to do more formal writing so it's easier to read or nah? I dont mind either because I do this for fun. I got bored and decided to start doing this so ye.

finish 3:06am - hitsugi

Hao Ren was sitting upright facing Raven 12345, awaiting her explanation. In fact, he did not, at all, expect her to readily tell him everything from the get-go. He had a strong impression that Raven 12345 was egocentric and uncompromising since the day she forced him to board the boat. However, this woman did not seem so unkind now.

"The world is more complicated than you think," said Raven 12345 while she sat right on the desk, ignoring her image, making her looked like a ** boss. "We are looking at a realm where an unknown race, unknown society, or even another unknown space co-exist with our world. While most people are oblivious of it, a tiny minority of the uniquely gifted people, which are rare, are able to get there, The Plane of Dreams."

Hao Ren swallowed hard subconsciously. Raven 12345’s serious demeanor had really stressed him out.

"Of course, I was the one who decided to call it The Plane of Dreams just recently. Before this I used to call it the Illusory Space, and then I changed it to The Mirror World, and then The Phantom Universe… Hmm, it used to be called The Second World as well," said Raven 12345 while scratching her head. The rare seriousness on her face was all gone now. "Anyway, it is a unique phenomenon in the universe, you can call it whatever you like but let’s call it The Plane of Dreams at the moment. It can be altered again if I got a better idea later."

Hao Ren had gradually got used to this strange all-over-the-place woman. He held back the urge to tease her and asked, "What the heck is The Plane of Dreams? Is it a parallel universe? I know that theory..."

"Nope, it’s a little more complicated than that," Raven 12345 shook her head and continued explaining, "The Plane of Dreams is a special information structure in the universe. It’s a little similar to the parallel space; however, The Plane of Dreams is more illusory and unstable. It overlays the universe. The latter is realistic, stable and regular while The Plane of Dreams is illusory, changeable and irregular. When the actual world operates normally according to the regulations of the universe, The Plane of Dreams, however, was just like a dream which changes constantly along with the real world. However, their reflection of each other is very confusing. Therefore, its variation is basically untraceable. Ok, don’t mind the theory. Most people can’t understand it. Anyway, you just need to know that The Plane of Dreams is a space overlaid on top of the real world. It is very unstable but almost never intersects with the real world. There are also mountains, rivers, plants, trees and animals in The Plane of Dreams, probably even intelligent lifeforms. However, all of these are very intricate. Therefore, before you have enough experience, you’d better not wander into that realm."

"Who would like to go near that kind of place!?" Hao Ren made a wry smile and continued, "I could be attacked by a big group of wolves which size is twice of those from earth if I ever wander into that kinda place! Didn’t you say that The Plane of Dreams will not intersect with our world? What then happened to me back then?"

"As I had mentioned before, those who are uniquely gifted will be able to get into that space," said Raven 12345 and pointed at Hao Ren’s head, "via a dream. The world and all that is in it is made up of information, be it hot, cold, big or small. All these information put themselves together to make things perceivable and describable.  This is how everything on earth comes into being. This is the simplest explanation of the theory of information unification system. Oh, this theory is actually more complicated than The Plane of Dreams. So, I think that’s quite enough for you. You just have to understand, due to the information unification system, anything inside The Plane of Dreams can be led into the real world, and the medium is via a dream. That is also why I named it The Plane of Dreams recently. In human history, most of those who are able to connect to The Plane of Dreams died young. They would be accidentally killed by the malformed illusory creatures from The Plane of Dreams. However, their short lives also bring endless troubles to the world. Take for instance, the plague, flood etc. Hmm… it’s very troublesome indeed as those who died in The Plane of Dreams will more often than not cause the those creatures, which are mostly harmful, to intrude this world."

Hao Ren was sweating. He had never thought of the existence of another strange world occupying space with the world he is so familiar with. He still remember a few days back when he was grumbling about this boring world and how his life was uninteresting. And now, he can no longer hold on to his former perspective of this world anymore as things had just took an exciting turn.

"So does this imply that I’m gifted?" asked Hao Ren, unknowingly pointing at his nose as he wasn’t sure how to respond. "You make The Plane of Dreams sounds crazy and unbelievable. It seems like people can get killed easily in that realm. You have to do something about it!"

"Gifted? No, you aren’t," said Raven 12345 with a grin. "Don’t overthink it. You’re just an ordinary man, affected by the force of information disturbance after you came into contact with me, and this force can change you gradually, making you different from most people. It will be easier for you to encounter these unusual things, making your task in more convenient in the long run. However, you don’t have to worry too much. Those unlucky ones who died in The Plane of Dreams were those who didn’t have strong backups. So far, based on records, none of them were our employees. Without our backup, how long would they last in there? But you’re different. You have credentials from us. You being there in The Plane of Dreams is what we called a crossover by order. I’ll do my best to drag you out of that realm every time you’re in mortal danger."

Sweat was dripping from Hao Ren’s forehead as he was left speechless.

"Now you comprehend the situation in The Plane of Dreams. However, I do wonder how much you really grasped by just my rough explanation. You definitely need frequent contacts with those abstract beings in order to understand this realm better. You’ll have all the opportunity to learn more about that place in due time." Raven 12345 jumped down from her desk and patted Hao Ren’s shoulder comfortingly but it almost throw him off his the sofa. "Talking about those nightmare, you have stopped having them, right? It means the balance between you and The Plane of Dreams has been restored. A person in the real world doesn’t simply slip into nightmares under usual circumstances," said Raven.

Hao Ren gritted his teeth while rubbing his shoulder. Suddenly, he remembered the question he wanted to ask earlier. "By the way, you know something about the demon hunter, right?"

Hao Ren had learned from Vivian about the ageless conflict between demon hunters and the minority as well as the history of what went down between the minority and humans. He came to know about humans, weak but numerous; the minority few but strong; and the demon hunters whose origins were unclear and whose ground was somewhere in between humans and the minority. All three used to play equally active roles in the civilization of the world. However, the humans have now taken control of this planet while the minority was being marginalized to the extent where nobody remembers them anymore. At the same time, the demon hunters are also lying low among men. Compared to the ages of blood wars in times past between the three races, the age of human civilization was definitely more calm and peaceful. However, Hao Ren knew it was just calm superficially. It’s the demon hunters and the minority who had tactfully maintained the peace in the world.

The demon hunters, strong human-like warriors, were still roaming the world, hunting the minority to this day. And unfortunately for Hao Ren, there are two treaks among those freaks living under his roof. He was eager to know Raven 12345, the self-proclaimed Goddess’s take on this matter, more accurately, he wanted find out whether the three races were treated differently by the Xi Ling Celestials and the Space Administration and if they take any sides?

Thoughts were racing in Hao Ren’s mind. However, Raven 12345 just waved her hand indifferently and said, "I knew it, but I’m just too lazy to care. After all they have yet to find you. We’ll talk about it when they do get on your trail."

Hao Ren knew that he was no match for the white hair succubus in front of him. Therefore, he sat back in his sofa quietly; arms folded across his chest and asked sincerely, "One last question, I’m just a fragile human being and yet you let me deal with these creatures. Now, Vivian and Lily’s temper was still manageable, what if I come across those who are really bad tempered… You should ensure that I am capable of protecting myself, right? How about transferring 200 years’ worth of power to me?" 

Hao Ren was just simply making a remark. Beyond his expectation, Raven 12345 actually nodded without hesitation and handed to him The Buddha Palm Technique.

Suddenly, Raven 12345 slapped her forehead and exclaimed, "Gosh! I almost forgot, the intensification of new employee. I was wondering what’s missing. Luckily for you I remembered this before dispatching you onto the battlefield!" 

"…" Hao Ren was speechless.

If one day, he meets his death, this brain-sick crazy superior would be the one to blame!




As a person who is down-to-earth as well as a good Samaritan, Hao Ren desires to live the rest of his life as a benevolent landlord. Stumbling into a curious yet mysterious lady, he began his journey of “collecting” abnormal and supernatural tenants. 
His life only became more chaotic when he receives a labor contract from “God”. Discover the many races, myths and worlds that lie beyond what humans define as normal! This bizzare fantasy full of fun is sure to bring you on a crazy rollercoaster of emotions!

"Allen, are you in there? Allen," she called for Allen in Niall's door. He opened them for her. He seemed to have changed his clothes into a yellow t-shirt, a white hoodie over the top, and black sweat pants.

"This is my room," he said in a hoarse voice. Miranda who was pretending to read through the book, walked into the room and sat on the chair. "This is not Allen's, it's my room,"

"Shut up, am reading," she said and continued reading. She then got up from the chair walked over to the side of the bed, she settled down on the floor, laying the book and kept reading very busily. "Get me some water, I have some doubts for you, let's discuss them," she ordered him not taking her eyes off at all. Falling for her act, Niall sighed and went down to get her some water but took a flask of coffee and some fruits along with him. He walked into the room settled down next to her. She didn't look up at him at all to keep up with the show.

"God I dislike Piaget's theories, I can't recall one now," she cursed as she reviewed the theories. "Why is it repeated in this semester again?" she complained. "Why can't everything be easy like personality theories and Freud's theories?"

"Freud's theories are easy for you?"

"Yeah, this cognitive development is the difficult one for me, psychoanalytic theories are interesting," she said and looked at him. His eyes were sparkling as he was staring at her. She felt butterflies in her stomach as her heart fluttered. He handed her the glass of water she asked for. She took them from his hands and drank them straight. She looked away quickly.

"Why are you here?" she asked him.

"You are in my room, not Allen's,"

"Then why didn't you tell me before?"

"You didn't let me explain," he said and handed her the strawberry taking some for him. Miranda in a spun kept her books away and climbed on top of him. She put both her hands either side of him while he leaned back looking at what she was doing.  She moved her face closer to him locking her eyes and took the strawberry from his mouth. She got up and left the room smiling in the victory. She was trying to provoke Niall to know if he still cared about her, but he was being so strict with her. Niall sat there in shock touching his lips where she bit him as she took the whole strawberry from him and moved his hands over chest, she surely did make his heart skip a beat. By the time he came back to his sense, she had been long gone. He took the book from the bed and looked at them, going through the pages roughly.

"What are you doing?" suddenly someone asked him. Allen checked his room. There was a flask, a glass, and a plate of berries kept near him.

"Nothing," he said and got up. Allen walked into the room and took the textbook from his hand.

"Why are you learning psychology, I thought you're a chemistry major," Allen questioned him suspiciously.

"Oh that's not mine," Niall said scratching his head, his heart still thumping loud. "Miranda came into the room thinking it's yours and studied here for some time,"

"Why would she study a semester that's long over, this is her first semester's textbook, besides she already finished all this during her counseling course itself," he stood there wondering seriously. "Are you sure she studied this? Maybe she was lying or just wanted to spend some time with you," He looked at Niall who had no idea about it. "Oh my god did she fail again?"

"Really? Huh," Niall thought for a moment. "Why would a straight a student fail?"

"Straight A? Dude, she is one dumb person I have ever seen, how did she even manage during her college days, she failed many times," Allen laughed thinking about her. Niall took the book from his hands, looking at them, he wondered.

"I may have got the wrong inference or even right, but I intend to keep showing you what is in my heart," he said taking her hand and placing it on his chest, leaning his head on hers, his eyes closed. "You know I have waited years to let this feeling out, to stand confident in front of you, for this moment," and he took a deep breath and gently touched her lips with his, kissing her. He puts his one arm around her, pressing her, and the other on the table to support her. She then put her hands around his neck, holding on tight, responding, as the water droplets kept falling from her hair. She knew nothing else and let it happen, for the moment, except the fact it's against the rules to do things with her professor.
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When Miranda moved to the city from the beautiful orchard in the village, all she dreamt about was finding a nice guy who would cherish her, hoping for a different life unlike her family. But instead of one, she encounters two and finds herself in unexpected turn of events that changes her life. The sweetest moments turns into nightmares as she juggles between work and college life. The bitter past and the tempting present confuses her. Will she decide to battle it out or run away? Meanwhile the Niall, the professor tries his best to work things out and put the duties on track while his ex girlfriend keeps interrupting their lives. 
What will happen between a handsome professor, a farm girl, a CEO and an obsessed ex-girlfriend? Will love overcome the horrors and responsibilities or bring them to doom? 

The story unravels in a city and a magical valley with intricate blend of love, music, family, hardships and conflicts and tenderness one would face in the world. The enchanting tale between Loyal Niall, Demure Miranda, Tragic hero Darren and Villainess Clara will not fail to inspire and sway the reader's heart. The story not only creates the world of romance but also with the tinge of realism one could relate with when it comes to achieving your dreams, pushing of the hurdles lying in the way.

The two guide demons really were leading the way sincerely.
They were humble along the path; it would have been perfect if they were carrying the lizard.
After diving down a hundred meters, the real tunnel appeared.
On Mars, there was water in certain locations, but there was not much, as rain was not present there.
Due to this, it was easier to dig a tunnel, they need not be worried about rain falling and destroying it. The tunnel was wide, and the major and minor roads were easily distinguishable.
The major road was more than ten meters tall and ten meters wide, while the minor road was only two to three meters tall and about seven to eight meters wide.
Regardless of the type of road, they all had clean surfaces and both sides of the walls were stable as well. There was no need to be worried about structures collapsing.
Poor quality construction did not exist here, as those who dared to construct in poor quality would end up getting executed.
Every ten meters, there would be a light source placed on the wall of the tunnel to lighten up the path.
Based on the two guide demons, the source of that light was a type of weird yellow stone that stored sunlight in it. It only needed replacement occasionally.
Fang Ning would not have believed it if he had not witnessed it himself.
On Earth, the subways in the city were around the same height and width, but construction costs were higher.
Here, these constructions were common and could be seen everywhere.
Fang Ning went through the images sent by the dragon. After seeing this place, he immediately understood that these might be the natural traits of the Lunar Devils. Much like the Greater Rats, they were gifted in reforming rocks and soils.
The tunnel was densely packed like the human artery system, and just as widespread.
If it were not for these two guide demons leading the way, even if Fang Ning were to find these tunnels eventually, in these short amounts of time, during the days in which Lei Tian was still absorbing Taunt, they would not have been able to find the nest core.
These two guide demons were swiftly leading them way all the way through the tunnel.
They were only able to walk on the edge, to avoid the Lunar Devils that were much taller and bigger.
Especially the Lunar Devils that were obviously of direct descent, not even a glance was given to them. So much so that when they were going through the main road, they were almost trampled to death.
Their ability to dig into rocks and soils had benefited them, as they were able to hide within the tunnel, to avoid contact with these colossi.
Unfortunately, all these digging would have taken a toll on their Mystery Energy. Otherwise, they would not have walked through the tunnel itself, and not have gone through all the troubles to build these complicated pathways.
From this point of view, these two guide demons had enough reason for their betrayal.
The bitter and weary life with no status in society, with a shorter lifespan to boot. If they do not revolt now, were they supposed to wait until their afterlife?
Coincidentally in the Path of Demons, the demons never believed in the concept of having an afterlife.
After the reincarnation of the spirits, it would no longer be of their "id" (TN: According to Sigmund Freud's psychoanalytic theory of personality, the id is the personality component made up of unconscious psychic energy that works to satisfy basic urges, needs, and desires. The demons simply do not believe that these personality components would be passed on along with them in their next life.) anymore, it would be a completely different consciousness.
The Path of Demons was cruel, but at most they still had the drive to revolt...
After going the distance, half the day had passed, and the two guide demons only stopped once they had reached a busy intersection.
The slightly bigger in size brown rock monster said to the lizard hiding on its shoulder, "Sir Dragon Lord, walk through this road, then walk straight again for a few minutes, you'll reach the nest's entrance. The security there would be strict, and we can't enter without permission. At first, the chiefs had ordered everyone to lay low, but after the appearance of the tornado in the sky, the order had been canceled. If it wasn't so, we wouldn't have had the chance to meet Sir Dragon Lord."
Fang Ning understood fully after hearing these, that apparently, they really had overestimated Mars' consciousness, they thought they could have faced Vigilante A in an open confrontation.
Laying low was not an option, and they could have laid low for a while, but it was not a permanent solution.
One could not work and seek growth while hiding at the same time.
One thing they could have never guessed was that Mars' consciousness was still too young and immature. A small trick fabricated by Fang Ning and Sir was enough to penetrate through them…
In the System Space.
"I think the traps are gone; your Dragon Transformation should be able to notice right?" Fang Ning asked.
Sir System replied proudly, "Right, there shouldn't be any more ambushes around here, the two guide demons were quite honest. Lunar Devils sure are dumb, they didn't know how to be sly and lead us to find the location of the core so easily."
Fang Ning felt uneasy after hearing these, if Sir System kept acting pretentious like it was, he might get punched in the face for once…
He did not say it out loud, after all, nothing had happened yet.
At this moment, the green-colored lizard said to the two rock monsters, "Very well, you two hide well elsewhere, for now, wait for me to check around, I'll be back for you two later."
The two brown-colored rock monsters felt delighted to hear this, at the same time they felt quite uneasy but they could not pinpoint what it was. They immediately stood back and dug within the rocks.
The lizard then went on following the path of the tunnel. The surrounding rock monsters that were walking along the tunnel could not even spot them, allowing them to approach the nest core easily.
Just as the two rock monsters said, after the intersection, a rare checkpoint appeared after walking straight for five minutes, and at the end of the tunnel was a giant bronze-colored door.
The giant door was approximately more than a hundred meters in height, and there were about ten giant rock monsters guarding it.
The giant door was not wide open, and at each side of the bottom of the giant door, there were a pair of smaller doors approximately five meters tall.
The smaller doors, on the other hand, were wide open.
The rock monsters that were passing through were showing a special type of white rock that was deemed to be a type of pass card.
Meanwhile, the lizard just swaggered in.
Once they were through the small door, there was a vast piece of land appeared in front of them.
There was a gigantic underground hall right ahead.
"Okay, we've finally found it. If it weren't for your suggestion in letting the two demons lead the way, we'd had been in big trouble." Sir said in gratitude.
On the floor of the underground hall, there were crushed rocks all over.
There was clearly energy emitting out of them. There were Demonic Energy as well as Water Energy.
Water Energy was created when Vigilante A did the Divine Blessing Attack.
Meanwhile, these crushed rocks were obviously remains of the original Lunar Devil.
There were a number of three-to-four-meter tall rock monsters moving pieces of rough human-shaped rock statues one at a time, and placing them surrounding the crushed rocks.
They then carried away the rock statues that had begun to move about.
As expected, this was the core of the nest. It was akin to where the queen of ants would be, and those crushed rocks currently portrayed the ant queen.
Everything seemed peaceful with no traps sighted.
While Fang Ning looked around, he realized what he was worried about had become a reality.
He then said in a warning tone, "Sir System, don't get happy too soon. The nest core is not the final objective. Our goal was to find a Lunar Devil Priest that could communicate with Mars' consciousness, can we actually find one here?"
"Uh, sh*t, I don't think we can." Sir System replied in dismay after realizing the reality and once it had gone through the area thoroughly with its Dragon Transformation.
No doubt this was the nest core, but there were no Lunar Devils of a special kind here… It was basically only a labor ward for demons.
Even Fang Ning was able to judge the situation without the help of Sir System.
They were able to tell. only by looking at the Demonic Energy present in their body. In this vast amount of space, the crushed rocks had the strongest Demonic Energy. Besides that, it was the number of rock monsters who were guarding the door.
Even those rock monsters could not have had any possibility of communicating with Mars' consciousness.
This could easily be ascertained. On Earth, how many were able to communicate with the Heavenly Axiom?
Even the powerful Vigilante A was not qualified.
Only those Heavenly Axiom Treasures and totem monsters were able to make a slight connection with them.
It was not that the Heavenly Axiom was being arrogant or indifferent the reason was similar to why normal humans were unable to gaze upon the eyes of gods directly. When one's power was not up to a certain extent, it would be hard to bear direct communication with higher beings.
They could only be on the receiving end and wait for the information sent out by the Heavenly Axiom.
On the other hand, Sir System could withstand it, but other people could not see its existence…
"There's no other way, you'd have to turn back and find those two guide demons and bring them along… It's not their fault." Fang Ning said while feeling speechless, as Sir had made a mistake in explaining things.
From Sir System's point of view, the core of land would be the main city of a nation, a concentrated place of gathering with higher grounds.
or the two demons however, this place was the core of the nest... There was nothing wrong with their understanding.
...…...
At the same time, the two guide demons were hiding within grey rocks that helped camouflage their body, they whispered to each other.
"Do you think the high-level being would keep his words after he's gotten what he wanted? Or would he just kill us afterward?" The slightly smaller sized brown rock monster said in fear.
"Ai, I know what you mean. Even the chiefs here constantly do so, making empty promises and killing us after we've done our part... They thought nobody knew about this, but which rock won't spill secrets?" The slightly bigger sized brown rock monster said while sighing, "But how will we ever know if we don't take risks? Are you willing to wait until we die from overworking? Doing the same work every day, with no time for leisure. In our memory during recovery, there were feasts, garden poetries, moonlit nights... But right now these are cut off from us eternally."
"Yeah I know, I just hope that we hadn't bet on the wrong horse. Since this one is actually a rival of the chiefs. The style of execution might be different..." The slightly smaller sized brown rock monster said to comfort itself.
They knew that doing things these ways had no specific logic behind it. But many times, rivals were formed due to similar characteristics.
For example, Manchester United and Liverpool. Eh, where did this memory came from? Was this a reasonable example?


Procrastinator extraordinaire, Fang Ning, had lost his consciousness after banging his head on a night of celebration. He woke up to a realization that he no longer had control of his body, as a System had taken it over. Will he eventually regain control of his body or will he be trapped in his body forever? How does he maneuver this situation? What's in store for Fang Ning?

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