jenny born from great witch family, who has one son and one daughter, jenny is third child, jenny want to freedom from magical realism but she has follow the magical law and become a servant of non- limit sealer. her mother is famous witch, but her ego is higher for love of daughter, jenny was limit for magic power, because of the magical war, human effect by them, some human also effect by them, but some evil magician hunt limit sealer., as for the law 3rd child of magician alway an limit sealer. but jenny was attack by black witch.

What if there was another universe filled to the brim with danger,magic,and unexpected?what if magic,spells,potions,gost and witches and wizards were real?what if you were transferred there?


I sat in her driveway for about two minutes, trying to work up the courage to go inside. When I finally did, I had the journal clasped against my chest, my cell phone in the other hand with the camera on. I needed to record all of this, so I could show the Lovely Witches what I learned. To reveal to them what Lilith revealed to me about Constance. But I had to know for sure that Lilith was right. Even though I knew in my heart she was.
The front door was open. I let myself in. Great, now I could add break and enter into my long list of stupid things I'd done willingly since I got the letter from the Lovely Witches Club.
This was a terrible idea. Who did I think I was? I needed to turn around and leave already. Finish their dumb documentary and just forget any of this happened. But every time the idea crossed my mind I felt the pink sparkles, the rush of anger at the woman behind my life's constant frustration and I continued on, moving deeper and deeper into her house.
The place felt quiet. Eerily so. I made my way through the kitchen, the living room, caught sight of movement on the other side of an open door-
***
At last. It has her. AT LAST.
***
Darkness everywhere. I couldn't.
I didn't know what to do.
-witches aren't real-
there's no such thing as magic-
I was hurt, so much pain and it was horrible and I was horrible-
I had to go and I ran and I was out the door and my feet slapped the pavement and I careened into Carol-
I threw myself into the front seat and I was driving so fast in the dark and I didn't know where I was or what I was doing and why was I here? I needed to go-
-witches aren't real-
-there's no such thing as magic-
I had to leave. NOW.
I was at the motel, hurtling through my door. I fumbled for my keys. Hard to see, so hard, like my world was wrapped in cloud and shadow and I was shuddering over and over again, goosebumps living things crawling over my flesh, poking and prodding and delivering their constant message to run, run, never look back.
Why was I here? I had to go, I couldn't be here anymore, I had to leave nownownownownow-
Clothes flew, stuffed into bags, heaved onto the walkway outside my door, biffed into theback seat, stuffed into the trunk.
I needed to get off this Island.
-witches aren't real-
-there's no such thing as magic-
I'd never felt so frantic, hurried, anxious, my chest on fire, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't be here and I couldn't stay here any longer-
-witches aren't real-
-there's no such thing as magic-
So dark, I bent in half with my hand on Carol's door handle, choking on the blackness sitting on my chest. Stirring my stomach, blurring my vision, devouring me, eating me alive, whipping me with its brutal strength. While THE TRUTH hammered away at my aching head.
-witches aren't real-
-there's no such thing as magic-
-WITCHES AREN'T REAL-
-THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS-
"Reese?" I wasn't alone, suddenly, they were there, staring at me with wide eyes and their expectation, with the hammering need of their reason for pretending to like me. They lured me here, Vine and Piper, the rest of the so-called Lovely Freaking Witches and now I saw them clearly, the way their faces distorted as they pretended to care about me but didn't, not really.
This wasn't about me. This was about them. I'd been so stupid to believe I could be part of who they were. To want to be.
"What happened? What's wrong?" Vine's freckles were fake, painted on innocence, her kindness a fraud and a sham hiding danger, but Piper was the worst, her towering Goth goddess act making me want to throw up then and there.
-witches aren't real-
-there's no such thing as magic-
I fought for breath, stared at them, shivering in terror. Heart pounding. Brain on fire. Hating them for showing me THE TRUTH.
"Witches aren't real." They weren't real. They were liars, deceivers, luring me here to turn me into one of them, as crazy and lost and broken as they were. Worse.
"Reese, what are you talking about?" Vine and her pretense at being my friend. All clear to me now as the darkness compressed my chest and showed me what she really was. Piper said it before in reference to someone else, but it was so clear now.
Pagan poser.
I had to just go because they were going to try to stop me, but nothing could stop me.
-witches aren't real-
-there's no such thing as magic-
I jerked on Carol's door, stumbling as I leaped inside, falling across the gear shift, the door slamming on my ankle. I cried out before heaving myself the rest of the way inside and thudding the door shut. Not better. Worse. They stared after me as I jerked the car into gear, the engine chuffing her unhappiness, and sped away, tires screaming over asphalt, doing nothing to drown out THE TRUTH:
-witches aren't real-
-there's no such thing as magic-
I caught my reflection in the rear view mirror and didn't know who I was, black tendrils racing over the glass.
-witches aren't real-
-there's no such thing as magic-
I drove into the night, signs flashing past me, other cars, for how long I didn't know. All I did know was I needed to go and I needed to leave and I couldn't-could not-be here anymore.
-witches aren't real-
-there's no such thing as magic-
I whispered into the darkness, unable to keep THE TRUTH from escaping my trembling lips, voice cracking. "I'm sorry, witches aren't real, there's no such thing as magic."
I sped along the roadway, tears making it impossible to see as I drove as fast as I could, obeying my terror.
***
Pink sparkles race after her. Fight off the black that devours the car she drives in exultant success. Weaves and bobs, ducks under before diving up the tailpipe and disappearing inside.
***
I was almost there. The bridge, I knew it, I could feel it. I'd be fine once I left this horrible, cursed and crazy Island. Everything would go back to normal and I could forget what they tried to make me, what they did to me. The lies, the terror, all of it. I could be free if I could just get away.
And then, the ultimate betrayal. Carol's engine stuttered, her body shuddering around me while I pounded on her steering wheel. "No, please!" Please, not now. Not when I was so close to escaping the lies that tore at my insides and stole my air. "Curse you, you can't do this to me right now. I need to go. I need to leave. I can't be here anymore!"
-witches aren't real-
-there's no such thing as magic-
I knew this parking lot, the one I pulled into. Only the last time I was here it was daylight and raining and I met Jack for the first time. Saw the ghosts of Lilith and Mary and Piper rescued me
-
-witches aren't real-
-there's no such thing as magic-
It didn't matter because there was nothing I could do. I had to leave. Surely someone could help me? Get me off this Island before being here killed me? Carol choked out her last, stuttering to a halt, her death preceding mine. I abandoned her, stumbling out into the dark, the light of the lamps overhead casting eerie shadows everywhere as the terror and need inside me swelled and grew, my heart surely about to burst from the pressure of its pounding.
I was aware enough I knew I had to look like a crazy person. But that couldn't stop me, that brief glimmer of rationale. I lurched for the nearest car, catching the terrified look on the man's face behind the wheel. He stuffed his coffee in the holder and gunned the engine as I pounded on his window.
"Witches aren't real! There's no such thing as magic!"
Surely he had to know I was right. I spun in a circle, spotted a couple on motorcycles, but they were already driving away, their motors roaring as they sped off, abandoning me here. Like everyone abandoned me my whole life.
"Witches aren't real!" I yelled THE TRUTH after them. "There's no such thing as magic!" The man in the transport truck was my last hope. He tooted his horn as he drove past, leaving me to hunch over and hug myself, to shield myself from the agony tearing me in half.
Alone. As it started to rain in the dark. While the blackness within me spun and growled and devoured everything I was, leaving only THE TRUTH behind.
"WITCHES AREN'T REAL! THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS MAGIC!"

***






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Magic woke, stretched, yawned into the late afternoon and the peaceful corner of the wood where long it slept. But what prompted its return to awareness? Pink tendrils of power unwound from deep beneath the earth, the crushed needles and heavy moss. Seeking the source of its awakening with gentle curiosity.
The sun dappled trees gave way to dark orange light while dusk washed over the forest path.
Black robes caught the edges of the remaining illumination in flickers that seemed to absorb into the lush velvet folds, passing over shoulders and cowls, across the tips of the brooms they carried deeper into the quiet of the wood.
She led them, flashes of blue satin lining appearing as she moved, her narrow toed shoes gliding over the hard packed red earth, floating as if she barely touched the ground. And though the four figures moved quickly and with seeming purpose, nature didn’t shun them or their intrusion. If anything, they were welcomed, observed with ancient delight, sent on with the trill of birdsong and the chattering interest of watching squirrels.

For a period of time Roland locked himself in his room as he thoroughly reviewed the memories of this new world, and had dinner sent directly to him by his servants.
Because of his strong desire to live on, Roland fully suppressed his fear and discomfort of the unfamiliar environment he found himself in. He was fully aware that if he wanted to blend in and avoid being suspected by the people around him, he needed to acquire more information as soon as possible.
It had to be said that, apart from information about himself fooling around with other noble children, his new memory consisted of nothing much else. He was unable to recall any information of value, such as knowledge of the aristocracy, the political situation in his own country, or the diplomatic ties with neighboring countries... Although he had some general knowledge such as city names, and the years of significant events, they were completely different from the history of Europe that he knew previously.
It therefore appeared evident to him that he had absolutely no chance of obtaining the throne. Perhaps the King of Graycastle himself was aware of this, and because of that, he sent Roland to this hellish place. Even if he made a mess of things, it would not cause too much damage.
The next memories that Roland recalled were regarding his brothers and sisters, and what he found left him unsure whether to laugh or cry.
Roland’s eldest brother, the First Prince, was a great fighter. His second brother was sinister and scheming, his third sister was aggressive and savage, and his fifth sister was extremely smart. What should he say? After living with them for more than a decade, his impression of them could be summed up in a few words. He knew nothing about the extent of their power, their subordinate officers, or their skills and talents.
Just three months into his leadership of Border Town, the noble had already stopped concealing their disdain and contempt towards him. It was evident that the Fourth Prince wasn’t cut out to be a leader. Fortunately, when he left King’s City, he was accompanied by two assistants—one for civil issues, and one for military issues—who were provided by the king, or else it would have been a much bigger mess. 
When Roland woke up the next morning, he was repeatedly reminded by his maid, Tyre, that Assistant Minister Barov wanted to see him. Realizing that he could put it off no longer, he groped the maid’s behind twice—as he recalled it was customary of the original Roland to do so, and told her to inform Barov to wait in the sitting room.
He saw Tyre’s face flush a bright red as she walked out the door. Suddenly, Roland thought, "Since Border Town is primarily involved in farming, is there a system of any sort in place?" He yawned and mentally repeated the word ‘system’ many times in his head, but could not think of anything. 
Indeed, novels were all fiction.
Barov was waiting restlessly in the drawing room. The moment Roland appeared, he immediately hurried towards him and asked, "Your Highness, why didn’t you order the execution yesterday?"
"One day earlier or one day later, what’s the difference?" Roland said as he clapped his hands to order the servants to bring breakfast in. "Have a seat and let’s talk."
It was in line with his memory that the Chief Knight preferred to ask questions in front of other people, while the Assistant Minister usually chose to talk in private. In any case, he could trust both of them to be loyal to him, even though they probably did so as part of their duty to the king. 
"Just one day may be enough for other witches to appear, Your Highness! This isn’t like any other trivial matter, you cannot act as recklessly as before!!" Barov cautioned.
"Why are you also saying this?" Roland asked while frowning. "I thought you could distinguish between rumors and facts." 
Barov looked bewildered. "What rumors?"
"That witches are evil and are the Devil’s emissaries," Roland replied glibly. "Isn’t this part of the Church’s propaganda? If we don’t want them to interfere in our affairs, we should do the opposite of what they say. We shall deliberately not hunt down witches, and instead publicize to our citizens that these are all shameless rumors spread by the Church."
Barov was shocked. "But… witches are really…"
"Evil?" Roland asked in reply. "How so?" 
The Assistant Minister remained silent for a moment, as if he was guessing whether the prince was purposely making fun of him, "Your Highness, this problem can be discussed later. I understand that you don’t like the Church, but this way of causing conflict is counterproductive."
Roland curled his lips. It seemed that reversing this myth about witches could not be done overnight, and he decided not to dispute it further for now.
Breakfast finally arrived on the table, consisting of fried bread, fried eggs and a carafe of milk. He first poured a full cup of milk and offered it to Barov. 
"You haven’t had breakfast right? Let’s eat as we talk." According to the maid, Barov had arrived outside the keep at dawn, and therefore should not have had time to eat. While he’d decided to imitate the former prince’s way of life, and he’d also decided to begin to change the way people perceived him a bit at a time. Although he had determined to imitate Prince Roland’s way of doing things at first, he also wanted to make changes gradually. The Assistant Minister is a good first target for my plan. Roland thought to himself. "Making one’s subordinates feel valued invariably makes them more motivated to work for oneself. Taking the initiative is always the most efficient way of doing things, no?"
Barov accepted the cup of milk from Roland but didn’t drink. He anxiously said, "Your Highness, we have a problem. Three days ago, guards reported that a camp suspected to be inhabited by witches has been discovered in the western forest. They left in a hurry and didn’t clean up their traces. A guard found this in the camp."
He took out a coin from his pocket and put it in front of Roland. This was not a common currency seen in the kingdom, at least according to Roland’s memories, and he had never seen such a coin. In fact, it did not appear to be made of metal. He pinched the coin in his hands and was surprised to feel that the coin was becoming warmer. The heat definitely did not come from the Assistant Minister's body, as it was above 40℃ at least, and it made him think of heating pads. 
"What is this?" Roland asked.
"I thought it was just some foul trinket that a witch made, but it’s actually more serious than that." Barov had to pause to wipe his forehead. "The printed pattern is known as the Insignia of the Sacred Mountain and Magic Eye, which is the emblem of the Witch Cooperation Association."
Roland rubbed the coin’s uneven surface, and guessed that it was probably made of fired ceramic. Indeed, he saw that in the center of the coin was carved a mountain-shaped pattern—It was formed by three juxtaposing triangles, and the image of an eye was placed in the space between the triangles. The pattern’s contour lines were very crude, and therefore he judged that it was polished by hand.
Roland attempted to recall the two terms "Insignia of the Sacred Mountain and Magic Eye" and "Witch Cooperation Association", but did not discover any relevant information. It seemed that Prince Roland knew nothing about occultism.
Neither did Barov expect Roland to have any knowledge about this. He continued, "Your Highness, you haven’t seen a real witch before, so it’s understandable that you’re unimpressed. Like us, they can be hurt. They bleed, and aren’t any harder to kill than the rest of us, but that’s only for witches who don’t have resistance. The lifespan of witches who receive the Devil’s power would shorten greatly, but they would obtain a terrible amount of power which ordinary people are unable to rival. Once the witches are fully developed, our armies will suffer greatly. Their appetite for disaster is extremely difficult to restrain or suppress, and they’ve already degenerated into the devil’s minions. The Church therefore formed a Punishment Army, which would arrest and execute any woman who was discovered to have the slightest chance of transforming into a witch. The King has approved of this decree, and in fact, these measures have been highly effective and the incidents of witches wreaking havoc have greatly declined in comparison to a hundred years ago. Rumors about the Holy Mountain, or rather, the Gates of Hell, were derived from an ancient book of that era."
Roland, while gnawing on his bread, sneered in his heart continuously. Although the histories of this world and the world he was from were very different, their historical trajectories were surprisingly similar. The Church was still the Church; he understood that religion was the real Devil’s minion and the real source of evil. Executing a person because a small sign was discovered, and using God’s name to set laws, and then to arrest, trial and sentence a person, were in itself a form of degeneration. The Prince Roland’s memories of the Church’s misuse of authority corroborated with his views.
Unaware of Roland’s thoughts Barov continued, "It’s recorded in ancient books that witches can only find real peace in the Holy Mountain. There, they wouldn’t be reverse bitten by their magic powers, and wouldn’t be troubled by burgeoning desires. There’s no doubt that the so-called Holy Mountain is the birthplace of evil and an entrance from the human world to Hell. I think that only Hell won’t punish this bunch of degenerates."
"How about the Witch Cooperation Association? What’s their relationship with the Holy Mountain?" Roland enquired.
Barov explained with a grimace, "In the past, witches acted solitarily, whether it was to flee or to live in seclusion. But in recent years, the Witch Cooperation Association appeared and made a difference. They wanted to gather all witches and find the Holy Mountain together. For this purpose, the Witch Cooperation Association would even lure other people to become witches,, In the Port of Clearwater, there have been many cases of female babies disappearing in the past year, and there are rumors that they were the doings of witches."


Chen Yan travels through time, only to end up becoming an honorable prince in the Middle Ages of Europe. Yet this world was not quite as simple as he thought. Witches with magical powers abound, and fearsome wars between churches and kingdoms rage throughout the land.  
Roland, a prince regarded as hopeless by his own father and assigned to the worst fief, spends his time developing a poor and backward town into a strong and modern city, while fighting against his siblings for the throne and absolute control over the kingdom. Join Roland as he befriends and allies with witches and, through fighting and even farming, pushes back invaders from the realm of evil.

        Everyone thought that Jordan was back to his body, but the demon threw him away and possessed his body, the demon kicked Martha and when she woke up, he told her that if she told anyone about what he was, he would kill Taline in a blink of an eye; Martha told him that she wouldn't tell anyone. Once she went out of the tent, she ran to Josh to tell him, she entered Josh's tent, but she found the demon in it, he then killed Martha, Martha woke up from a bad dream screaming, she thought that everything was a dream, even Aura telling Martha about Jordan, but the demon controlled her dreams, as it was one the demons' powers, it was to give people nightmares, he gave her a nightmare after Ava told her about him, so that she thought that everything was a nightmare. The demon saw Aura; he could see Aura because it was also one of the demons' powers, their powers were to see the people in the side between the living side and heaven and hell, Jordan (The Demon) held Aura and he did something to her that made her go back to hell. Meanwhile in the other side between the living side and the Heaven and Hell side, real Jordan and Sarah saw Aura disappearing, Sarah told Jordan that they couldn't stay in the other side for too long, Sarah took Jordan to heaven, the met the other angles and Sarah told them that a demon went on the living side and that they had to bring him back, she also told them that Aura could contact the people that thought that the Demon was the real Jordan, so that she tells them about the demon, the angles entered hell to get Aura back. Meanwhile on Earth in the next morning, they woke up and didn't find both Jordan and Taline, Martha got so worried and she told them all about her dream, then Maria, Kella, Mike and Ellen arrived with their spaceship to planet Earth, they all rode the spaceship, Ellen told Yassin: "Where are we heading to?" Yassin replied: "The demons told us before that they had a deal with the witches, which means that he is probably giving Taline to the witches on planet Marlos, we have to go to planet Marlos, now." Maria told them about Elijah (The Wizard) and that she couldn't defeat the witches, Yassin told her that they would deal with that when they find Taline first. Meanwhile on an unknown planet, the witches started doing the spell to kill all the mutants, after the Demon as Jordan gave them Taline. Meanwhile in hell, the angels saved Aura and they told her to tell Martha that the witches and the demon were on another planet called Wondu, Aura showed herself to Martha and told her that the witches, the demon and Taline weren't on Marlos' planet, but they were on a planet called Wondu, and that planet wasn't far from where they were, Martha told everyone about what Aura told her. The angels started doing a spiritual thing, they surrounded Jordan's soul, while they were in heaven, and they told him that they were putting him back to his body. Jordan ran to Aura and kissed her before he went there, as he knew that there was a small chance that he wouldn't be able to see her again, he told her: "I love you Aura, I've always loved you and I will always love you." The witches were at the end of the spell, but then Jordan went back to his body, and he pushed Fiona so that the spell stops, but the spell didn't stop and Fiona did a freezing spell on Jordan, they finished the spell, then every single mutant in the whole universe started losing their powers.

Amy, an 18 year old girl that finds out that she has superpowers, her only goal is survival but it became saving the universe.



 Everyone thought that Jordan was back to his body, but the demon threw him away and possessed his body, the demon kicked Martha and when she woke up, he told her that if she told anyone about what he was, he would kill Taline in a blink of an eye; Martha told him that she wouldn’t tell anyone. Once she went out of the tent, she ran to Josh to tell him, she entered Josh’s tent, but she found the demon in it, he then killed Martha, Martha woke up from a bad dream screaming, she thought that everything was a dream, even Aura telling Martha about Jordan, but the demon controlled her dreams, as it was one the demons’ powers, it was to give people nightmares, he gave her a nightmare after Ava told her about him, so that she thought that everything was a nightmare. The demon saw Aura; he could see Aura because it was also one of the demons’ powers, their powers were to see the people in the side between the living side and heaven and hell, Jordan (The Demon) held Aura and he did something to her that made her go back to hell. Meanwhile in the other side between the living side and the Heaven and Hell side, real Jordan and Sarah saw Aura disappearing, Sarah told Jordan that they couldn’t stay in the other side for too long, Sarah took Jordan to heaven, the met the other angles and Sarah told them that a demon went on the living side and that they had to bring him back, she also told them that Aura could contact the people that thought that the Demon was the real Jordan, so that she tells them about the demon, the angles entered hell to get Aura back. Meanwhile on Earth in the next morning, they woke up and didn’t find both Jordan and Taline, Martha got so worried and she told them all about her dream, then Maria, Kella, Mike and Ellen arrived with their spaceship to planet Earth, they all rode the spaceship, Ellen told Yassin: “Where are we heading to?” Yassin replied: “The demons told us before that they had a deal with the witches, which means that he is probably giving Taline to the witches on planet Marlos, we have to go to planet Marlos, now.” Maria told them about Elijah (The Wizard) and that she couldn’t defeat the witches, Yassin told her that they would deal with that when they find Taline first. Meanwhile on an unknown planet, the witches started doing the spell to kill all the mutants, after the Demon as Jordan gave them Taline. Meanwhile in hell, the angels saved Aura and they told her to tell Martha that the witches and the demon were on another planet called Wondu, Aura showed herself to Martha and told her that the witches, the demon and Taline weren’t on Marlos’ planet, but they were on a planet called Wondu, and that planet wasn’t far from where they were, Martha told everyone about what Aura told her. The angels started doing a spiritual thing, they surrounded Jordan’s soul, while they were in heaven, and they told him that they were putting him back to his body. Jordan ran to Aura and kissed her before he went there, as he knew that there was a small chance that he wouldn’t be able to see her again, he told her: “I love you Aura, I’ve always loved you and I will always love you.” The witches were at the end of the spell, but then Jordan went back to his body, and he pushed Fiona so that the spell stops, but the spell didn’t stop and Fiona did a freezing spell on Jordan, they finished the spell, then every single mutant in the whole universe started losing their powers.

Amy, a girl that just found out that she had superpowers, her life turned upside down and her only goal is survival but instead, she saves the universe from dangerous MUTANTS and started making friends.

<Greetings Your Highness>


As soon as Raizel came out of the hut, he saw two rows of goblins kneeling in front of him under the leadership four new tainted witches. They greeted him in unison through the system, it was more convenient since you could directly bypass the language barrier between different races. 


The two big wolves stood beside the left and right of the door sides, structured as vigilant guard dogs protecting their master's home. Raizel nods, recognizing their efforts and intentions to protect him.


<Pack everything of value and bring them here. We are returning to base.>


Raizel decrees through the system. He no longer felt the need to conquer more goblin villages. Because he now has four tainted witches. They could easily sire the goblin females into tainted witches as well and turn the entire village into a breeding factory.


This is the specialty of tainted witches. They could casually produce more descendants with half the time and better quality. The fetus born in them would not have a strand of witch DNA and will be a better symmetrical DNA of the male. 


In the Universe, Ying and Yang balance everything. They both restrict and enforce each other. Tainted Witches are so powerful because they can manipulate internal and external ying at will.


Raizel's plan is to use the tainted witches to sire the goblin females into tainted witches. This would boost the infant growth rate by at least 50% and reduce the pregnancy period by 50%. Which meant a tainted witch goblin would beget an infant in every three hours.


'I originally left the idea of turning goblin females into tainted witches because they have too little ying force in them. I can't even pouch the ying force from the environment cause that would create karmic bonds.'


'But these women were different, they are overflowing with ying force. Only 10% of this ying would be enough to transform all the goblin women. Thus, there's no need to take over mediocre goblins when I can produce better ones at breakneck speed.'


'After that, I can just send them to build brothels around the human domains. They will slowly create a new intelligence net and siphon the yang force from the males.' Raizel thought as he made plans to send the four tainted witches to various human communities.


<Prepare, we are returning to base.>


This message was sent to every being under Raizel except for the four humans. He was eager to cultivate his laws in order to unlock titled phases of the remaining three systems. After taking all the food and armory into the system, Raizel's group headed back to his base village at the fastest pace.


After an entire day of journeying, the group faced a diversity of monsters and managed to reach the village by the early dusk period.  As the village came to sight, one could see the radical changes done here.


Large wooden fences all around the village, armored goblins and wolves guarding the wooden walls, and not to mention the village has already been expanded up to ten times the original size. In just three short days it has become a real mid-sized village in the account of territory.


In front of the village gates, Old Greeny, Rough Greeny, Yumina, and some of the wolf riders were already present to welcome him.


"Beloved!!"


"Master!!" (Multiple goblins)


"Awoo!!" (Multiple wolves)


Raizel nods without a word and enters the village along with the new group. He walks to the middle of the village, the new tenants joined village personage. Assessing the changes in the village, Raizel's eyes glinted in satisfaction. After all, this much improvement in just three days meant they truly worked their asses off.


<Everyone, gather here for new instructions.> 


In a minute, all goblins and wolves crowed before him. A total of 63 wolves and 40 goblins arrived before him. They were divided into three disciplined groups; 40 goblins under Old Greeny and Rough Greeny made one group standing on the right, 61 wolves under an old wolf's lead made the second group standing on the left, Yumina and the four humans made the third group standing on the middle.


"My first order is for the tainted witches. You four will sire every female member of the wolves and goblin clans.


The second order is for the goblin and wolf clans, you people will go in all-out mating sessions. We may be covering more land as our territory but our numbers are nearly enough. I want a 1000 goblins and wolves under me in a month.


The third order is cultivation. I will give you cultivation tomes, listen to the voice in your heads and cultivate the tomes accordingly. They will enhance your power and abilities.


Everything else will move on as it is. Since the village fences are complete, the next task is to rebuild the huts into real houses. Now disperse."


Soon after, everyone went about their works. Old Greeny and Rough Greeny bowed to Raizel again and started to handle the new influx of members in the village. They quickly got busy arranging the newcomers living quarters, food, and other stuff.


'System, send the <Elemental Beast Tomes> to the wolves and goblins according to their aptitudes and talents. 


For Old Greeny, send the <Flame-Frost Tome> 


For Rough Greeny send the <War Fortress Tome>


For the Tainted Witches, send the <Pure Ying Tome>


For the wolf-chief send the <Nether Hound Tome>'


As he finished distributing the cultivation manual, Raizel forwarded to his hut along with Yumina. 


"Raizel, I...I wa..nt.. it tonight." Yumina whispers stutteringly in Raizel's ears. Her chicks streamed red, and a coy expression appeared on her face. Raizel smiles as his right hand made its way to her butt chicks and...


*pinch*


"Mmm" Yumina moans but his next words depressed her.


"Not tonight. Tonight I have something very important to do and you must guard me during that time. After I am done, I promise you that I'll make you sequel under me delightfully." Saying so, Raizel enters his hut.

Raizel a cursed soul, doomed to roam the infinite void due to the fate seal the universe will put on him. After countless years of roaming and gathering knowledge he created the Immortal Cultivation System allowing him to reach the pinnacle of power.

Now with this new cultivation system, he rebels against the universe to exact his vengeance. But alas! he ends up dying with the universe will.

But just when he thought it's the end, he found himself in the body of a green and ugly goblin, one of the weakest monster in existence.

Tags: System, Harem, Fantasy World, Non-human mc, Reincarnation, R-18, Netori, Incest.

WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS AN 18+ NOVEL PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS. BECAUSE THIS IS GOING TO HAVE SOME CREAPY SEXUAL CONTENTS. 

ANYONE THIS A WEAK HEART SHOULD NOT READ THIS BECAUSE I PLAN TO MC ALMOST PURE EVIL.

    The rest of the time he locked himself in the room and reminisced about the world. The dinner was brought directly by the servant.
    With a strong desire to survive, Roland abruptly suppressed the fear and unsuitability of the strange environment after crossing. He is very clear in his heart that if he has more information as soon as possible, he can reduce the risk of exposure.
    I have to say that there is nothing in the fourth prince's head other than fooling around with the group of brothers. Roland did not recall any valuable information such as the nobles' knowledge, political situation, neighbouring country diplomacy, etc. As for some basic common sense, such as city names and major event years, he also couldn't connect with the European history he knew.
    It seems that this prince is absolutely no heir to the throne, and perhaps the King of Greycastle knew this too, so he left Roland in such a ghostly place. Even if he messes around with his temper, it won't cause much damage.
    As for the brothers and sisters of Roland, the eldest brother is powerful, the second brother is very sinister, the third sister is fierce, and the fifth sister is smart. This is the only impression left by the fourth prince before. After more than ten years of getting along, the final impression is summed up in just a few words. They don't know what forces they have cultivated, who their capable subordinates are, and what they are good at.
    It has only been three months since I came to Border Town. The nobles here no longer conceal their contempt. It can be seen that the Fourth Prince is indeed not a leader. Fortunately, when he left the royal city, Wimbledon III sent two people in charge of the official things and the soldiers to assist him, otherwise, he would be really confused.
The next morning, the maid Tyre reminded Roland repeatedly that the assistant minister wanted to see herself. It seemed that he couldn't delay any longer. He touched two hands of the maid's ass as he remembered, and asked her to tell Barov to go to the living room and wait.
    Seeing Tyre blushing and going out the door, Roland got up unhurriedly.
    Barov, who was waiting in the meeting room, was already fidgeting. He greeted him as soon as he saw Roland showing up, "His Royal Highness, why didn't you order the execution of the hanging yesterday?"
    "Does it matter one day earlier or one day late?" Roland clapped his hands and ordered the waiter to have breakfast. "Let's sit down have a talk."
   Looking at Barov who came to inquire, Roland felt that the people around him matched the impression in his memory. Chief Knight Carter always likes to question face to face when encountering problems, while assistant ministers will explain to himself in private. In any case, the two people's loyalty to me is still reliable, even if it may only be based on the king's affection.
    "One day later, other witches may be attracted, Your Royal Highness! This is different from the little things before, and you can't help it by your temper!"
    "Why do you even say this?" Roland frowned and asked, "I thought you could distinguish the rumours from the facts."
    Barov looked confused, "What rumours?"
    "Evil witch, the messenger of the devil," Roland said disapprovingly, "Isn't this all the propaganda of the church? I want them not to intervene here, I think it's better to do the opposite. They propagate that witches are evil. We don't hunt witches, and we have to preach to the people in the territory that these are shameless rumours spread by the church."
    Barov was stunned, "But...but the witches do..."
    "Do evil?" Roland asked, "Like what?"
The assistant minister was silent for a moment, seeming to wonder if the prince deliberately made him happy, "His Royal Highness, this kind of issue can be discussed later. I know you don't like the church, but this kind of resistance will only have the opposite effect."
    It seems that it is not possible to reverse the inherent concept in a day, Roland pouted, but did not continue to care about it.
    At this time breakfast was on the table, a dish of fried bread slices, a dish of fried eggs, and a can of milk. He first filled a cup for the minister's assistant and pushed it to the other side.
    "You haven't had breakfast yet? Let's talk while eating." According to the maid, Barov rushed to the palace to see him at dawn, and he probably hadn't eaten anything yet. Although he decided to imitate the fourth prince's way of doing things first, the change has to be done a little bit. Assistant ministers are a good target. He thinks that by making his men feel that you value them, they will be more motivated to work for you.
    The subjective agency is always the most efficient, isn't it?
    Barov took the cup but didn't drink it. He said anxiously, "His Royal Highness, we are in trouble. Three days ago, a guard reported that a suspected witch camp had been found in the western forest. They walked in a hurry and did not clean up the remaining traces. The guards found this thing in the camp."
    He took a coin from his arms and placed it in front of Roland.
    That is not a common currency. At least in Roland's memory, he had never seen such a currency. It is not even like metal products.
    Holding it in his hand, he was surprised to find that this thing was heating up. It was definitely not the residual temperature of the minister's assistant. The heat was at least forty degrees. This moment reminded him of a warmer stick.
    "What is this?"
"I thought it was just an evil thing made by a certain witch, but the matter is more serious than I thought," Barov wiped the sweat from his forehead, "The pattern on it... is the mark of the holy mountain and the magic eye. This is the emblem of the Witch Aid Association."
    Roland rubbed the uneven surface of the coin, guessing that it was probably made of ceramics. The centre of the coin is indeed depicted with a "mountain" pattern, three triangles side by side, with an eye in the centre of the triangle. The outline of the pattern is very rough and should be polished by hand.
    He recalled the two terms sacred mountain and magic eye and witch co-aid but did not find any relevant information. It seems that the four princes have zero knowledge of occultism.
    Barov did not expect Roland to know. He continued, "His Royal Highness, you have not seen real witches, so you don't take them seriously. It is true that they will also be injured and bleed. They are not harder to kill than ordinary people, but That is a witch that cannot resist. The lifespan of a witch inspired by the devil will become very short, but it will also gain terrible power, which is unmatched by ordinary people. Once a witch reaches adulthood, even the army will pay a heavy price. Theirs is almost difficult. Suppression, they all degenerate into the devil's minions in the end."
    "Therefore, the church has formed a trial army. If it finds that there are women who may turn into witches, they can be arrested and executed. The king also agrees with this. In fact, these measures have been effective. Compared with a hundred years ago, the number of which incidents have been much less. The Holy Mountain, in other words, the rumours of the gates of hell are ancient books from that era.
    Roland nibbled the bread, sneered in his heart again and again. Although the background of this world is very different from what I know, the trajectory of historical development is still surprisingly similar. The church is the church, he knows that religion is the devil's minions, the real source of evil. Put to death if you find any signs? Combining law, arrest, trial, and punishment in the name of God is a kind of degradation in itself.
    "It is recorded in ancient books that witches can only gain real peace on the sacred mountain. There is no backlash of power, and they will not be trapped in skyrocketing hatred. There is no doubt that the so-called sacred mountain in the book must be the birthplace of evil. The entrance to hell. I think the only hell will not punish these fallen ones."
    "What about the Witch Association? What does it have to do with the holy mountain?"
    Barov said with a bitter face, "In the past, witches acted alone, either fleeing or living in seclusion. However, the mutual aid associations that have emerged in recent years are different. They want to gather all the witches together and look for the holy mountain together. For this purpose, The people of the Association will even take the initiative to induce others to become witches. The Blue harbour has a collective disappearance of female babies a year ago. There are rumours that the witches did it."

Jacob originally thought he had traveled to the European Middle Ages and became a glorious prince. But this world seems to be different from what you think? Witches really exist, and they really have magical powers?

Liam's point of view:
"You … How dare you?" I shouted at him "This is too much for revenge." I didn't know she was your mate."
He chuckled before he says "You can have her if you want, I don't care about her no more... I only want my thrown … BROTHER!"
….
My world was turned up site round, the moment he called me brother, the way he spelled the exact brother word was full of hatred.  
All those times we laughed together, we cried together, fought by the same side. All this time and everything was fake. I don't know how or how to feel. But for sure, it all started making sense to me. "It was you all the time … you! The funny thing is that I always loved him as a brother. Now that you're my real brother, I can say that I still feel the same." I told him honestly.
"That must've broken my heart, I suppose?" He asked sarcastically. 
"If you are a half of the man you're pretending to be, you would have to fight like a real man … Not to hide behind witches," I shout at him while expecting that my words provoke him even a bit, but it seemed that I didn't.
"No, I like where I am standing by now. You see… I'm up, while you're chained and down on your knees" He said, and I started screaming…
If I only was free… If only these chains did not have vervain on, I swear to god I would've to make death seem like a heaven for him. I would've made him for his unworthy trust.
Lost in my revenge promises I was till he spoke again.
"The only reason you're alive so far is that you will help us to have Elisabeth back here. After she dies, I'll make sure that you die too so that you can join your beloved one." 
He said while throwing venom out of his dirty mouth, what I did was screaming and threatening him by ending his life if he lay a hand on her, and I meant every thread.
The coward then started attacking me, he was punching, kicking, and trying to put me in pain and in each and every possible way.
The coward can't afford to fight like a real man, he's only fighting when he knows that I can't fight back.
......….
Elisabeth's point of view:
After planning and planning, we end up deciding that the best way to win is to attack. Well, that was before Elijah and the squad. Luckily we met him before getting ourselves into trouble.
At first, he wondered what I was doing back in New Orleans. So I told him about my special gift, the one that gave me the ability to see throw anyone's memories by only drinking their blood. So I was only here to save them all.
He also told us everything that happened … They get to New Orleans to save me, and after that, I went missing. With the help of Sebil, they organized an attack to save me but since I already escaped - they and Lycans went through separate ways. This means that both of Liam and Logan are safe. Though I believe that Elijah wouldn't lie at me, but deep inside I was feeling that something was wrong, and for sure it's not a good thing.
The next thing to do was to keep away from New Orleans for both of me and Evanora until the moon blood is over, so our next direction would be the vampire's palace.
While waiting for the night so that we can move, I tried to find out from my brother's mate if it's possible for her to break the spell that's linking us together. Unfortunately, she said that she can't. I t's a high-level magic to her, and that only a strong like Sebil or her grandmother can do.
I was also surprised to know the nature of the relation between her and Sebil, She is Sebil's niece. She also told me that she grows up without a mother, which kinda reminds me of myself … And that both of her and Sebil were raised by her grandmother – Agatha.
After spending a while talking to her, I still end up not getting over the uncomfortable feeling I was feeling since I met the guys. It was like if I was on fire, like if something wrong was about to happen.
For some unknown reason, I decide on asking Evanora if she's feeling the same as me, or I'm just being extra again. Surprisingly, she was feeling the same as me.
While talking, a weird feeling runs over my body. It was as if I was feeling asleep, which is a weird thing. I mean. Since I turned to the hybrid I am, I've never felt asleep even after spending days without sleeping.
And before I lost consciousness, I've noticed that Evanora lost it before me. I tried to fight over my exhausted self, but I ended up losing the battle, so I closed my eyes.
When my eyes were open I found myself surrounded by witches, Evanora was by my side, so I asked her. "What's happening? Where are we?"
She took my hand then she started explaining, "We're still at the house we were in…" Before she could finish, I cut her off "I don't think so!"
She then interrupted me with the purpose of finishing what she was saying. "Yes, we are, it's only our souls who are here, not our bodies… We witches, can connect with others that we don't know where to find through their dreams, but it doesn't reveal their locations … It's more like dream… a real dream."
"Okay… I get the dream part." I told her, "but still can't get what you mean by describing the dream as a real one…"
"The real dream part means that whatever happens in here will happen to us in the real life." She explained, but her explanation did nothing but to freak me out.
"It means that we're not safe, is that what you mean?" I asked her, and she answered to me.
"Technically… Yeah… But don't worry, we're safe now." She tried to calm me down, but it wasn't working.
"We're two, and there are too many of witches. It's their filed, so they can easily be defied over her … Beside if we died here, we'll die in the real-life… So how you do exactly defined the world safe in your vocabulary miss Evanora?" I was no longer speaking, but instead, I was shouting.
She squeezed on my hand in purpose to quiet me up, then she said and a low voice.
"They still need us alive for the sacrifice, sacrifices are not accepted only in real life." She explained with a smile on her face just as if she was telling some good news.
"It's either you're dump, or I'm just too extra … I think you're dumb. You're telling that we're safe because they won't kill us now, but they will in the real life, is that so?" I asked her, and she rolled her eyes.
"Only if they catch us, which is not going to happen of course." She explained, and I finally saw why she was not freaking out like me.
Lost in our discussion we was that we didn't notice Agatha's entry. She was standing at the head of the witches circle while they were chanting.
Par la lune et par la nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie … (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die)
Par la lune et par la nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie … (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die)
Par la lune et par la nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie… (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die)
Par la lune et par la nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie… (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die)
Par la lune et par la nuit, que la maudite perde sa vie… (By the moon, by the night the cursed one shall die)
As they were chanting, I and Evanora we're standing in the middle of the circle holding hands. The moment they stopped, an unbearable pain started running all over my head.
And in a while, I was no longer at the same place as Evanora. I was now in the middle of a cell. In front of me was my mate, Liam. He was chained in chains, and it seemed as if someone was trying to kill him.
He was full of bruises, blood was all over his body, and he was half unconscious. The way he was looking was very painful to my heart - and without knowing, I found tears running out of my eyes.
I tried to hurry myself over him to free him out, but my hand passed throw him like if I was a ghost by his side.
I breathed in out as a sign of relief and I told myself "It's just a dream…"
Unexpectedly, Agatha's voice cut me off  " It's not just a dream …"

I was a weak human; he was the Lycan king. Fate bonds us through a beautiful love story, at least that's what I used to believe. 
Then I discovered that I'm nothing more than a human pet for him, a sexual tool as he liked to call me. He won't ever love me out of the mate bond, and I'm too weak to be his queen.
Well, this Queen doesn't need a king, not anymore. Now that I'm ready to give up on my human side, he'll soon learn that he wasn't supposed to mess with me, not to mess with the 'Hybrid'.

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