This is a challenge, everyone is welcome to try it out or this might give you some ideas.

most girls have their whole future planned out from the guy they are going to marry to the number of kids they'll have.
my name name Rosa white and I think that theory is absolute sh*t
Rosa white she's 17 years old and also a senior at RavensWood high school
She has waist length curly hair, a slim thick body, 5'2 in height,ocean blue eyes, pink lips and she wears sarcasm as armor.
Then there's Ryan drews whose also a senior at RavensWood high school he's 18 years old, popular bad boy whose secretly really smart has abs for days a smile that can give any girl a heart attack, deep mysterious grey eyes, pink lips and dangerously tall height of 6'2 Ryan theory is that he get any girl in his bed, he gets what he wants when he wants.
What happens when Rosa and Ryan clash and his charms Don't work on her.

My eye lips kept on jumping since the morning, of course, I wasn't disregarding my excitement-caused insomnia as the reason, but I still felt that something was going to happen today.

As expected, the moment I came to school, trouble found me. Liu Kesheng walked over with a sneer, and threw down an envelope that he took out from his sleeves, then walked away without turning his head.

I opened the envelope, and saw that there was actually a "letter of challenge" inside, it wrote:

Liu Lei:

See you in the woods after school, if you don't dare to come then give up Zhao Yanyan! If you are a man then don't tell the teacher.

Boring, I threw the letter on the table. This brat, he's been watching too much TV shows! Did he think this was Meteor Garden⌈1⌋?

Zhao Yanyan picked up the letter, then said to me with care after reading it, "Liu Lei, I don't want you to go."

I smiled, "There's no problem! What can he do to me?"

Yet Zhao Yanyan said, "Liu Kesheng and I were in the same middle school, although we weren't in the same class, but I do know what he's like. There was a time were a high school student pissed him off, he called a few delinquents from the societies and broke that student's leg! The thing got really big!"

The leg got broken? I frowned and said, "Then that was it?" I know that aggravated battery resulting in disability was a big crime, even if he is a juvenile offender, it was enough to send him to juvenile detention.

Zhao Yanyan shook her head, "Liu Kesheng's family does have a bit of background, I hear that they spend a lot of money and in the end, the wounded's family agreed to settle it privately, thus resolving the incident."

Background! I suddenly understood, I committed a grave mistake. I only treated Liu Kesheng as a kid of ten-odd years old, but I forgot about his family background. From the looks of it, even if he beat me to death, I, as a child from a working class family, could only admit my misfortune! However, if I don't go then would I appear too cowardly?

I made up my mind, and clenched my teeth, what was the purpose of me getting reborn? Isn't it for Zhao Yanyan? If I was forced to leave Zhao Yanyan, then reborn for what! Worst come to worst, I'll fight till either one of us dies.

Thus I hardened my heart and said to Zhao Yanyan, "Don't care about things between men."

"Oh!" Zhao Yanyan nodded like a chagrined little woman, and didn't say anymore.

After a while, Guo Qing arrived. I handed over Liu Kesheng's letter of challenge to him. I didn't think the first thing this brat would say to me after reading it was, "Boss? You got the school beauty?" His words did not avoid Zhao Yanyan, who was sitting beside me at the time.

I coughed a few times, only then did Guo Qing notice that his voice was too loud.

I pointed at the letter of challenge and asked, "Guo Qing, what do you think?"


"What do I think?" Guo Qing stomped his foot, "He is fucking riding on our heads, he doesn't seem to know his place without us showing him some colours."

I looked at Guo Qing in amazement, this guy was as cowardly as a mouse in my previous life, he didn't even dare to fart when he got bullied, what happened? Could it be that I coincidentally took this guy to earn sanda, and this guy's personality changed completely after teaching his old enemy a lesson? That seems very plausible. I asked, "Are you going after school?"

"Of course!" Guo Qing cracked his knuckles, "Boss, can I not go if you're going? It just so happens that my hands have been itching these few days, so I want to start practicing on a few people."

The day past by really quickly for me, because I didn't sleep well the previous night, I fell asleep in a faze, it was nearly the end of school when I woke up.

But the day passed by like a year for Zhao Yanyan, who got worried for me the entire day, she kept on getting distracted in class, and she didn't even hear when the teacher called her name.

After school, I told Zhao Yanyan to go home first, but this chick refused no matter what, and was determined to wait in the classroom for me. There's no helping it, I could only go along with it.

Guo Qing and I walked unreservedly into the woods, Liu Kesheng was already waiting here. Behind him were four delinquents with dyed hair.

Seeing me come, Liu Kesheng immediately signaled the people behind him and walked over acting infinitely pretentious.

Liu Kesheng shouted, "Liu Lei, you're got guts! You dared to come to the woods with just two people!"

Before I could say anything, Guo Qing said in annoyance, "Fuck, why do you have so much bullshit. Gang fight or solo?"

Liu Kesheng smiled instead of getting angry, "Fine! You're getting all pretentious in front of me right? These no one that'll disturb us in the woods, do you believe that I can kill you?"
郭庆可没那么好耐性听他唧唧歪歪,估计这小子的手早就痒痒了,正愁没有人给他当靶子呢.冲过去就是一记侧踢,把刘克胜给踹了个狗啃泥.这个侧踢是讲究技术性的,没想到星期六刚学完这小子就给练成了.
Guo Qing didn't have the patience to listen to his chitchat, this brat's hands were most likely itching, and was annoyed that no one could be used as a sandbag. He side kicked the moment he rushed over, kicking Liu Kesheng into a dog tasting mud. This side kick needed technique, I didn't think that this brat managed to finish training what he just learnt on Saturday.

Liu Keshng didn't think this person would fight the moment he says fight, there were no omen at all. Originally he had prepared tons of things to mock Liu Lei, but he was kicked around before he even said anything. Liu Kesheng said frantically to the delinquents behind him, "What are you spacing out for? Go!"Only then did the delinquents reacted, and surrounded Guo Qing and me.

Seeing their physiques, I got the general gist of things, yellow-faced and lacking muscles, typical over-indulgence. They're just able to scare people from their appearance, but will end up being the one beaten up when in a fight. I said to Guo Qing, "Are you fine by yourself?"

Guo Qing said confidently, "Boss, don't worry!"

Hearing my words, the delinquents looked mockingly at Guo Qing, one of them shouted, "Little shit, you don't need to act so arrogant, there's time for you to cry later!"

The other ones also said, "——————"

But I didn't get to hear what he said, because before he even made a sound, Guo Qing threw a punch on his jaw.

As expected, they didn't let me down, the rascals are only able to scare primary school kids, Guo Qing beat them all onto the floor without much difficulty.

I walked to Liu Kesheng's side, and said coldly to him, "Don't have any ideas about Zhao Yanyan anymore, or else I'll make you die horribly! I'll repeat once again, this is not an empty threat, you can give it a shot if you don't believe me!"

After that, Guo Qing and I walked dashingly out of the words, it was like in Wuxia TV shows, two heroes walking out of the forest at dusk, with multiple corpses lying behind them.

Suddenly, I remembered that the chick Zhao Yanyan was still waiting for me in the classroom, I rapidly ran towards the classroom.

"Wait for me, Boss!' Guo Qing was indulging in the confident atmosphere, seeing me suddenly run, he immediately shouted behind me.

He died on the wedding of the girl he had a crush on, after a long and successful career. After convincing Yama to send him back to the world, he decides to fix the areas in which his life went wrong. Realizing the lack of love and romance in his past life, he sets out to conquer the hearts of various women.

PS

I do not own this novel

I just want to save this novel from oblivion since I always saw the "So Pure, So Flirtatious" but no VPAA novel associated with, because this novel is its Prequel.

Remember that I couldn't write my first school leaving examination with my classmates due to lack of money.
A day came that I became a ghost of myself. Prior to that, I was always busy Reading anything readable.... but that faithful day, I was vulnerable and felt dejected... I cried as if I lost a loved one.
The next when my busy mum returned home... I confronted her with tears in my eyes that I want to go to school.
When she was nonchalant... I bluntly told her " take me to school or I die".. Alas, she took me serious.
The next day, she told my uncle to take me to a nearby private school for possible admission.
On getting there, I was given an entrance examination which God helped me to pass.
Then came the " bomb " tuition fees.
My mum couldn't pay but God helped me, after much crying pathetically... the school proprietor gave me a kind of scholarship.. hurray!!!  I was overjoyed.🤓🤓🤓
Then came the real challenge.. the senior students both boys and girls wanted me as their school daughter especially those living in the dorm.
Among the senior boys,one was persistently loving and caring.
His proposal changed from " will you be my daughter " to "will you be my girlfriend?" 🙄🙄🙄🙄

"Uh huh." I wasn't moved as I listened to Nelson's request. It was the next day, and he had shown up at my desk right before I could head to the cafeteria for lunch. While on our way there, he detailed a single crazy idea. "I'm flattered, but it's not going to work."
"Why not? You have Brentwood and his gang under your thumb. Hell, I think they're pretty worried about this too…you should have seen them when they heard the news about Wintry and her Ice Queen Faction."
That explained why they were so respectful of me. It wasn't unusual for some people to try and get in the good graces of someone they perceived to be stronger, and try to…well, join his faction, for lack of a better term.
However…
"There's no point. Unlike Wintry, I don't have a lot of political power. Even if I somehow win the tournament and become King, I won't be able to dominate the student council. Not unless you're confident that you, Brentwood, Mallory or any of the guys in their gang will be able to take up a good number of spots on the student council."
"Uh, well, that…"
Nelson faltered a little. Then he brightened up.
"No, but you see, the King has the power to veto the Queen. If you're ranked higher than Wintry, for example, you can overrule any proposals she tables."
"But I need firm support from at least one third of the student council – meaning at least four other students must take my side if I do so." I folded my arms and shook my head. "And in the first place, that's assuming I even manage to get first place in the rankings. I'm sorry, but that's beyond my ability."
"Why?!" Nelson demanded. "You have such a powerful ability! If you use it correctly, you'll be invincible!"
"It seems that you are misunderstanding something." I sighed and shook my head again. "I'll admit that my power has a lot of potential, but you're overestimating it. Copying other people's powers does not make me invincible. I might have used it to crush Brentwood's gang, but no disrespect or offense meant to them, they are just…thugs. Delinquents who are more interested in throwing their weight around than actually learning to use their powers. They haven't bothered to think of optimal ways of using their abilities. However, against a competent opponent who has spent years honing and learning every intricate detail and exploring the limits of his or her power, I stand no chance. My ability to copy other people's powers does not automatically make me an unbeatable god. Make no mistake, I will most likely lose to someone who has a far better grasp of their power than the likes of Brentwood and his gang."
That wasn't to say I wasn't going to try at all and I sure as hell did not intend to give up right from the start, but I certainly wasn't going to bank all our hopes on it.
"Alternatively, I could wear a brown paper bag over my head, hide my identity, and go around beating up the student council members…all in the name of destroying their precious hierarchy."
"…huh?" Nelson stared at me blankly, as if he had no idea what I was talking about. To be fair, he wouldn't…not unless he spent as much time as I did in reading web toons or web novels. "Why a brown paper bag?"
"Sorry…I was just trying to be a joker."
"…your jokes are not funny at all." Nelson looked irritated. "And come on, you should take this seriously! Our lives are on the line here!"
No, his life was on the line. Not mine. I could easily fake a few wins and climb the ranks to a safe position – not near the top, but just enough to avoid being placed in the bottom class. No doubt there would be questions asked, and I had to think of creative new ways of concealing my real power so that I could keep a low profile, but this was more of a problem for Nelson and the others. Not me.
It was so easy to say this wasn't my problem and leave Nelson and the other students to their fate, and I was not obligated to help them. But something about Wintry and her faction pissed me off, and I enjoyed the sensation of ripping their plans apart and seeing the absolute shock on their faces when they learned that one of the people they derided as "trash" turned out to be better than them. It would make exposing my power totally worth it. I couldn't help but smile when I pictured their expressions.
That was when I heard shouts and boisterous bickering coming from the direction of the cafeteria. Frowning, I hastened my pace while Nelson struggled to keep up with me. a couple of students fled from the cafeteria, rushing past the both of us and occasionally glancing back as if afraid that it was going to blow anytime now.
"What's going on?"
"I don't know," Nelson replied, looking just as baffled as I did. "Sounds like somebody's kicking up a fuss in the cafeteria."
"Of all the places to create trouble." I sighed grumpily. It would be difficult for me to have a meal in peace now. I just wanted to eat without trouble. Was that so hard to ask?
Nonetheless, curiosity got the better of me and I entered the cafeteria as surreptitiously as possible, trying not to attract any attention. An easy thing to do, since everyone's attention was currently focused on the altercation taking place in the center of the huge hall. Already I could feel the clash between hot and cold, fire and ice, just from stepping into the cafeteria.
The redhead Stella was facing off against Wintry, the latter's long, silky black hair flowing down to her waist. The two girls were complete opposites, and the contrast in their appearance couldn't be any more striking. While Stella was bristling with fury, the strands of her red hair almost rising from the thermals generated by her power, Wintry remained cool and calm, her glacial blue eyes fixated upon her opponent and her posture dignified and unruffled.
"You can't be serious!" Stella exclaimed, waving her smartphone wildly, almost in Wintry's face. The Ice Queen remained unimpressed, her arms folded as she watched what she obviously regarded as a childish tantrum. The Inferno Princess grew increasingly infuriated. "Segregating the student body according to their power levels and rankings? And what do you mean, you're going to expel the bottom class every semester?! Do you think the board will approve of such a thing?!"
"Yes," Wintry replied coolly. "They have no reason to reject my proposal. It's all for raising the rank of the school."
A short-sighted purpose, if you asked me. The strength in having the power users gathered in one place was the sheer diversity, and the synergy between different power users fulfilling varied roles. Under her plan, support power users such as healers would be alienated, and then expelled from the school. This was ridiculous.
Of course, I couldn't voice that out loud. As far as everyone was concerned, I was a nobody, someone they weren't going to pay any attention to.
"Too much resources are wasted on trash who don't deserve them. This will save the government and the school a lot more money. Furthermore, our school ranking has been slipping recently because of our poor performances in the national tournaments over the last few years. Unless you have a concrete plan to arrest our slide and improve our overall ranking in the Republic, I'm afraid there is no other way."
"What kind of justification is that?! The students you want to expel, the so-called 'bottom classes', they aren't the ones representing the school and participating in the national tournament anyway! Letting them stay in our school will have no impact on our school ranking!"
"Not directly, no," Wintry admitted, but she smiled coldly. "However, it will encourage competition, root out the weak – only the strongest, the most talented, and the fittest will be left. And these will be the ones who will guide our school to greater heights."
Lady, the only competition you would be encouraging is toxic competition, and the people who remained would be the most politically astute, not the most talented or "strongest." Moreover, the so-called strongest normally couldn't do anything on their own. They had to rely on a myriad of support staff to get anything accomplished. A king couldn't build a castle by himself – he needed laborers. A general couldn't win a war by himself – he needed soldiers, and every warrior counted, no matter how "weak". That Wintry did not understand this concept meant that she was not fit to be the leader.
All tyrants were eventually toppled. And then their regimes would fall apart and their empires to ruin. There were no exceptions. Even the Qin Emperor's short-lived Qin Dynasty ended because he was too brutal and heavy-handed with his subjects.
"That's wrong!" Stella insisted, on the verge of shouting. When it became obvious that Wintry was not listening to her, she turned to a blond guy beside her. "Arnold, say something! Tell her how ridiculous her proposal is!"
"To be honest…I agree with Wintry on one point." Arnold smiled, much to Stella's shock. "I agree that we must establish a hierarchy. The strong should rule over the weak. I am enamored by the proposal to grant more power to the elite, to those ranked at the top…and that is how it should be. These are the people who should be leading, who should set an example for others to follow."
"Arnold, you…" Stella trailed off, evidently disappointed in her friend.
"But…" Arnold held up a hand, his smile replaced by a grim expression. "I'm more inclined to side with Stella regarding your other points. Establishing a hierarchy is fine and all – I can be completely behind that – but expelling the bottom class every semester? That's way too drastic. The bottom classes shouldn't be expelled. We, as the elites…as the ones in power should be setting an example for them. It is our duty to lead them, to guide them to greater heights. What's the point of getting rid of everybody but the strong? There is no meaning in gaining strength then. Power comes with responsibility – it is the obligation of us elites to lead with our strength, not cut off the rest and abandon them."
Honestly, I found Arnold's sentiments arrogant and I disagreed with many of his principles because of similar reasons to why I objected to Wintry's heavy-handed proposal. However, if given a choice between the two of them, I would definitely take the side of the Thunder King.
Stella looked slightly relieved, but she also didn't seem pleased with her friend's arrogance and his declaration of support for establishing a hierarchy. I made a mental note to myself – if Arnold somehow won the tournament and became the undisputed King, establishing his beloved hierarchy where the strong ruled over the weak, then I would put on a brown paper bag over my head, hide my identity, and go around beating up people (particularly those on the student council) in order to destroy his precious hierarchy.
I was a pretty unordinary…uh, I mean unoriginal person, after all.
"It's useless to talk about this," Wintry declared with her arms still folded. "If you want to prove your way is better, then we will settle this in the arena. The school tournament is next week. We'll resolve our differences there. Challenge me for the position of Queen. As the rules dictate, the winner will dictate how this school will be molded."
"Fine!" Stella didn't look very confident, but she agreed nonetheless. "I will officially challenge you next week in the tournament."
There were several amazed and impressed gasps from the students gathered around the room. I briefly thought back to the rules involved. If I recalled correctly, the tournament wasn't just a series of qualifiers and elimination rounds. Any student was free to challenge another student to lay claim to the latter's rank. For example, even though I lost my first few matches, if I thought Mallory didn't deserve to be ranked above me even though he won his first few matches, I could issue a challenge to him. And if I defeated him, I would take his rank. As an aside, he would go down one rank (as would everyone between my former rank and him). Obviously it wouldn't be fair for us to simply swap ranks. And we would be liable to accept challenges from people below us in rank.
The fact that Wintry provoked Stella to challenge her for her higher rank meant that she was very confident of defeating her rival and preserving her rank. Even more worryingly, I could see quite a few elite students standing around the dark-haired beauty and silently voicing their support. There were at last five or six of them, mostly girls. They reminded me of a fierce Amazonian tribe, for some reason. In contrast, Stella's group consisted of Arnold and two other guys. I was pretty sure there would be a purple-haired girl who controlled time in their group, but perhaps I had been reading way too many web comics and was mixing up reality with fiction.
In either case, I did not like the situation at all.
"This doesn't look good," I muttered.
"I know," Nelson agreed as he glanced at me with serious eyes. "That's why I'm hoping you'll be able to do something about it."

So my guys, sorry for no update for a month, was busy reading TGR(nice novel but too fucking repetitive to the point it got boring)

So y'all still want me to make a BTTH fanfic?  I mean i did read TGR so LOL I already spoiled the ending of btth for me even thoe I already knew it even though I haven't read it. 

 - Keep in mind I'm in High school now so even if I wanted to write said fanfic I'd take me roughly several days to crack WW's paywall for new novels thru... dark sites,(jk) and then get inspiration.

IN THE MEANWHILE, I got inspired by tgr(I started reading that shit in 2017) for like the 5th time in 5 years LOL, I just love how the cultivation realms work in there. and AM WRITING A NEW NOVEL. A NOVEL I AIN'T GONNA DROP BOIS. 

I'm legit serious. 

If you guys want me I'll do a BTTH Fanfic, a TGR one or whatever THE FUCK YOU GUYS THROW AT ME. IM UP FOR THE CHALLENGE.

He died in his first life, as an ordinary human inside an ordinary planet.

In his second life, he swore to live a life of supreme power, and so he did. He reached the apex and exterminated his enemies to oblivion.

Dying, he was reincarnated in a world which could use Chakra. He became The Overlord Of Every Being, Ruler Of 6 Universe.

Unfortunately, he died. Using a mysterious method, he was reincarnated once again inside the world of Tales of Demons and Gods.



P.S I don't own Book Cover, all rights go to the proper artist of this image who made it for me!

By nine in the morning, the fourteen other prestigious schools of Artemesa arrived at Luminine and stood gathered in the courtyard. Chatter traveled all the way across the school grounds as they waited.
Then the castle-like doors opened to the school, and six figures walked out and onto the stage raised in front of the students.
"We thank you for the honor of hosting the Interschool Tournament," Rosaria said loudly, silence falling over the courtyard.
"We are the Cadre of Luminine, comprising the Disciplinary Team and Student Council," said Tim.
"During this Tournament, all students from all schools are required to follow Luminine's school rules," told Amelia.
"Or those who break them will be punished accordingly," warned Ethelyn.
"We will also be participating as Luminine's main roster," Blyke said.
"And we will offer no mercy to our opponents," agreed Daniel.
Just then, something crashed to the stage, when the dust cleared a pair of upraised black wings blocking out the sun for a split second before extending to either side, around the other six.
"I am the Queen of Luminine," Asha said in a commanding and regal voice. "I will be your strongest opponent, and your worst nightmare. If you dare harm Luminine, then I will personally make sure you never see the walls of your school again. You may call me Queen, or Asha. If you wish to die, then challenge me for the right as the Queen of the Fifteen Diamonds of Artemesa!"
Asha flapped once, rising twenty feet in the air, before swinging an arm to the closed doors of the school. A great rushing wind passed over the heads of the students, stirring hair and hats, before slamming into the heavy wood doors, pushing them open.
Asha bowed in the air. "Welcome to Luminine, Diamonds of Artemesa." She snapped her fingers, sending wind into the sky and making it swirl and crash, creating a fabulous display in the air. It grew even more fantastic as fire and ice and water and electricity joined the show.
"That's so like Luminine! Such a brilliant display!"
"I hear these seven are God-tiers!"
"I can't wait until the tournament starts!"
Asha watched the students file into the school, a small smile on her lips.
"You didn't get any sleep," Blyke said as she landed back on the stage. He raised a hand to touch her face, but Asha just knocked it away.
Asha's eye twitched as she watched Blyke morph into the sad puppy that no one could resist. She relented with a sigh, taking his hand and bringing it up to her cheek.
Blyke smiled kindly before tracing his thumb under her eye. Softly, twice. Then he dropped his hand back to his side. "I think you're starting to trust us," he said.
Asha snorted. Fat chance. "Let's get in there. We're in charge of explaining the first challenge." She and the cadre moved inside, Amelia, Blyke, and Asha running around the school, posting papers all over the halls with the rules of the first part of the tournament. They were quick, moving through crowds like ghosts, posting the papers before anyone could see them.
The first part of the tournament was chess. Two teams against each other, and the strongest of the school commanded the pieces, as well as acting as a piece of their choosing. However, the powers of the Amora were used, as well. Only if you are knocked completely off the board or if you are knocked unconscious is your piece considered "destroyed". If you get hit but stay on your square, you keep playing.
However, certain pieces had different rules about the power they could use. A Bishop could use nearly all powers, but they were forbidden to fight physically. Knights could shift into their Amora's Second Form to attack. Rooks were only allowed to deal long-range damage, and pawns could do pretty much anything as long as the opponent was in a square diagonal from them. Only the King and Queen were allowed to use Transcendentals, but the King could only attack those within two squares of himself.
While all Amora have seven forms, transcendentals were moves rather than a form, and were a kind of ultra-move. Any Amora can use transcendentals, but they increased in strength with their rank. High-tier and up, there are some Amora who have exclusive transcendentals.
The challenge was that evening, before dinner. Good luck.
.
"Welcome, Fifteen Elite Schools of Artemesa! Today, we are the three impartial judges in charge of raking with your Headmasters and Headmistresses. Now that our introductions are over, let us please introduce the main and reserve rosters for the schools! Maelstrom!"
"Here!" two sets of ten people shouted.
"Taiyo!"
"Here!"
"Darkmoon!"
"Here!"
"Solariya!"
"Here!"
Asha picked at her fingernails as the rosters answered their school name. There was no use holding this contest; Luminine had won the year before, and the year before that one. Asha was the strongest out of all the fools at those schools.
"Luminine!"
"Here," the cadre said, standing up.
"Y-you only have seven people for your roster, and you don't have a reserve, either?" the judge asked.
"So cocky."
"Who do they think they are?"
"But that monster of a Queen won for the past two years..."
Asha just smiled. It was a shadowed smile, hiding something far more frightening beneath it.
"Very well. Now, Luminine gets the empty seed for the second round because of their win the last tournament."
Asha walked away from the arena, passing a black-cloaked boy. But she felt something familiar, but when she turned around, he was gone. She frowned before exiting the arena to sit in the stands until the first game was over. Maybe Solariya would be more of a challenge than last year. It seems they picked up a God Amora user.
The first steam to be knocked out was Serviate, and Luminine stood to meet the winner.
"You get to pick people out of your audience to serve as your remaining pieces," the judge said.
Asha looked up into the stands, at the waving hands and shouting faces. "Keren Willows," she said. "Zane Kellar. Marina Baek."
The crowd burst into a ruckus as Asha called them by name, a few more that she just pointed at joining the team on the field.
"Daniel, you can handle the king position?" Asha asked.
"Of course. I take it you have the Queen one."
"Definitely. This will be over in ten seconds," Asha said, loud enough for it to carry to the stands. She grinned as Luminine started cheering and the others started booing. "Childish," she hissed to herself. She took up her square.
"Ready, and Darkmoon goes first!"
"Knight three squares up and one left!"
"Luminine's turn!"
"Pawn, up two spaces."
"Knight, capture her pawn!"
Asha's lips twitched up into a smile. "Queen, advance. Capture the knight.
Asha snapped the chains holding her power back, hair swirling around her as wind whipped over the arena, sending people from other boards flying. "Quetzico!" she shouted. The wind worked itself into a frenzy, a wild tornado. And Asha was in absolute control of it. "Wind Transcendental: Windstorm!"
The other cadre members raised shields on Luminine's side of the field, keeping the wind from blowing them away, but when the white blades of wind calmed, the other side was empty and everyone was off the board.
Asha moved faster than the wind in the tornado, appearing before the King of Darkmoon like a ghost, Quetzalcoatl wrapped around his neck, teeth poised to strike his throat. Asha smiled above him. "Would you like to forfeit?"
"Y-yes."
"Luminine wins!"
"She took them all out with one move!"
"That only took eight seconds!"
"Luminine raises monsters!"
Asha retracted Quetzico. "Second form!" Those green wings unfurled from her back and she took off into the air, flying away, only a streak of shadow in the sky.
~
He tracked her every movement, movements that were new, and some of the bumbling steps he knew. She was so close, and he knew she felt something. But he couldn't do anything yet. Not yet... or it would ruin all of his careful planning for this chess game. There were pieces still cloaked in shadow, hidden, and some that hadn't arrived yet, but the first move had been made.
He smiled. He was looking forward to seeing the Queen's reaction.
~
Luminine won every match with stunning ease, trading turns taking out the opponents. Asha didn't even show up for any of the other matches.
Given that, Blyke was pissed. He was fuming in a dark corner of the library, trying to get his head back in the game. Dinner would be in two hours, giving the students time to wash up and interact before the meal.
Blyke rubbed his temples. Asha was eccentric, vanishing without a trace, exploding at random times. And now she'd left Luminine during the Interschool Tournament.
He was about to leave the library when his eyes snagged on a book that looked like it didn't belong. Instead of the rest of the cheesy romance-dramas, it was a thick, dark-spined tome. Blyke pulled it down, curiosity biting at him as he looked at the cover. "Royal Families," he read. He frowned. That was a bit suspicious. Why would this book, which would typically be under lock and key by the vulture-like, book-collecting librarian, be here where anyone could take it.
Blyke tucked himself in an alcove booth used by the students for quiet and individual studying before opening the book to the table of contents. He ran his finger down the line, passing his own Hagani family before his finger stopped at a name so disfigured by ink he couldn't make it out. Confused, he found the page.
Blyke's eyes widened as they took in the family title. Phantomhive. Almost ripping the page in his haste, he flipped through the pages until he found their family tree. Something had always stuck in his head. Phantomhive was one of the most renown Royal Families in Artemesa, yet nobody seemed to know who the first six generations were.
But the writing on the pages made even less sense. Pen, the same pen that had crossed out the name, was all over his page, adding names, crossing some out, and even writing small notations on the border. His eyes flowed down the paper, until he reached the current generation. No matter how many notes and added names there were, this was by far the most surprising. Under the names of Neseryn and Fillip Phantomhive, Isabella, Asha's sister, was the only child listed. 
"Are you doing a bit of light reading?"
Blyke jumped, slamming the book shut in surprise. But the book was gone, in someone else's hands, sharing the booth with him in the shadows.
Asha.
Her hand opened the book, on the page where Blyke had been reading. Her knuckles turned white as she read the page. "Tezcatlipoca," she said. She just watched with hard eyes as the book started to shrink, change, until only a small sapling in a small amount of dirt remain.
Blyke flinched. Tezcatlipoca, Quetzalcoatl's twin form, was a ruler of time. She'd reversed time on the book until it was barely a seeding.
Asha stood, taking a small ring from her pocket. "Catch."
She threw the ring at him and Blyke slipped it on his middle finger without a second thought. "What... was the book saying?" he asked.
Asha just gave a vague smile before tossing the plant at him. "Take care of that for me."
The ring absorbed the sapling before it splattered across the table, and Blyke just shook his head. She'd given him a dimensional storage ring to store a plant? But... almost everything Asha did had a purpose down the line.
Blyke twisted the ring around his finger. That book... was it Asha who'd written the notes on there? If it was, she was also trying to hide something. But... what and why? Blyke looked up as a high pitched bell tinkled. His eyes widened. Blyke sprang to his feet, running out of the library even with the librarian cursing at him, just in time to see a figure in black wearing a veil tuck a bell away.
"You!" he shouted.
Those gray-silver eyes met his. The figure turned away from Blyke, somehow walking faster than Blyke's running, but her fluid motions were still as smooth as if she was strolling.
"Wait!"
The figure just hunched, pausing, giving Blyke enough time to nearly reach her, hand only an inch from her shoulder, before huge skeletal wings burst from the black clothing, knocking him backward. 
Blyke just gaped as she rose into the sky on wings that logically should never have been able to work, let alone carry that girl into the sky. He stabbed himself as he moved to get up, and he winced, taking a look at his bleeding hand. Buried in his palm was a nearly a dozen clear silver-black needles.
Blyke looked back up where the girl had vanished. 'No wonder those wings worked,' he thought. 
They were made of those clear, deadly needles.

Artemesa is run by a fierce hierarchy. Only those with political power or powerful Amora can live comfortable lives. Those who don't have noble titles or low-tier Amora are trampled under the feet of the strong, especially the Royals.
The hierarchy dominates not only Artemesa as a whole, but even individual workplaces or households.
At the Fifteen Diamonds of Artemesa, that holds doubly true. The Fifteen are known as school for the elite and privileged. And the Royals at Luminine, one of the Fifteen, were seven of the strongest Amora users in the world. They were known as God-tiers. The King and the Jacks were known as the Cadre of Luminine. The Cadre was led by an extremely powerful individual, known as the Queen. Her given name was Asha, her official last name unknown. Asha was granted a noble title by the King, and was known as his Watchdog, his Sword, the piece he could move secretly and freely in the shadows.
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In this first book, the Cadre is hit by a sudden insight into Asha's past. While it's not everything, it's more than they'd ever known about her before. A mysterious girl dressed all in black with skeletal wings appears on the scene, just as Asha leaves it. During the Interschool Tournament, a dark horse appears and threatens to take down everything Asha sought to keep safe. The Cadre were forcefully dragged into Asha's personal life, one they found to be much more dangerous than they thought. And while the Cadre and their Queen are away from the school, a war breaks out between the Fifteen Diamonds. Asha must protect the school, her cadre, her plans, at herself all at once. She seems to be fighting a three-fronted war against the monster inside her, her brother’s plans, and another puppet master behind a more sinister plot.
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This book is about Asha's Breaking

At Hell Ledge, countless people from Darkness Port participated in the Hell Ledge Challenge before, but it still remained as the most mysterious place.
The only thing known about the Hell Ledge Challenge was that one must go to the third level of the cabin area and the stationed troops would bring the challenger across a long corridor into a mysterious place to start the challenge.
The so-called challenge was held in a large space. Everyone had different encounters in the space, and whenever one succeeded the first challenge, he would advance further down to the next challenge.
Someone once described the challenge as climbing an upside-down tower. The challenger would go down level by level in the massive tower.
Aside from the difficulty of the challenges, the reason why the Hell Ledge Challenge was mysterious was that no matter how familiar one was with Darkness Port, it was difficult to pinpoint the location of the challenge.
Was it inside the flat-topped mountain? At the ledge of the cliff? No, neither of them were the right locations because there was simply no space big enough to hold the challenge. Some even assumed that the space was imaginary and that it was just a trick of the human brain while the spaciousness was just an illusion.
Boss Huang did not write his explanation in the book this time, but there were some little scribbles beside it. 'Space? Dream imitation?' The little scribbles with the question marks represented the doubts in his heart.
Tang Ling originally did not resonate with the challenge, but when he saw the word 'dream imitation', his urge got the best of him. He asked Boss Huang, "Boss, do you think they are creating a dream imitation?"
It was impossible for either of them to hide the fact that they were Dream Seeds, so it was only natural for them to talk about the Dream World sooner or later.
Boss Huang was also straightforward with his answer. "That's what I am suspecting, but why?"
Tang Ling frowned. Yeah, why? What's the purpose of creating a dream imitation?
Unfortunately, it was not a question that he could answer at the moment. He was done with 'An In-depth Introduction to Darkness Port'. In summary, the contents of the book were mostly about trivial stuff and he already concluded all the important points. As for the other minor details such as the things in the island area, some other rules, and more trivial stuff, none of them mattered at the moment.
It had only been half an hour since he finished the book.
After he got a better understanding of Darkness Port, more thoughts flowed into his mind. Tang Ling scooped some water with his hand to wash his face, wanting to refresh himself before reading 'The Purple Moon Chronicles'.
"Huh?" Boss Huang lightly grunted with a strange expression when he saw Tang Ling wash his face with the herbal water.
Tang Ling raised a curious brow at him and said, "What's wrong?"
"N-Nothing, ahem…Nothing's wrong," Boss Huang responded strangely. He averted Tang Ling's gaze and said in an awkward tone, "I sometimes twitch without a reason. Don't mind me."
Twitch?
Tang Ling felt suspicious. He looked around and then at himself but found nothing strange, thus all he could do was accept the lame excuse.
The book 'An In-depth Introduction of Darkness Port' helped Tang Ling a lot. Be it the secrets or publicly known matters, Boss Huang had written everything down without any qualms.
Therefore, Tang Ling was actually looking forward to reading 'The Purple Moon Chronicles'. He would never dwell on strange matters. He simply assumed that Boss Huang really had a twitching condition, so he picked the book up.
"You'd better change your mood before you read the second book." Boss Huang suddenly fired out a strange reminder when he saw Tang Ling pick 'The Purple Moon Chronicles' up.
"Mm-hmm." He nodded and flipped the book open. Little did he know, the secrets that he had been yearning to know were all written in 'The Purple Moon Chronicles' and they started from the very first page.
The first sentence of the book was Boss Huang's remark: personal diary.
2020, August 17th. Sunny.
It's late summer, almost early autumn, but it's somehow hotter than mid-summer. Where is the spirit of autumn? It's a week away from Chinese Valentine's Day.
I mustered up enough courage and asked her out on Wechat.
Me: Hi, are you free next Tuesday? Do you want to hang out? It's summer break and we old mates haven't seen each other for more than a month.
Her: A gathering? Haha, who's going? Oh, I haven't congratulated you on getting into Nanjing University.
Gathering? But I just want to spend some time alone with her…
Holding my phone, I was stunned for a while as messy thoughts bombarded my mind. In the end, I replied: You are the first I'm asking. I'll check with the other mates after this. Why don't we gather for a bit before we start our university lives? How's it? Does that sound cool?
As I typed the last word, depression flooded my heart. None of her replies matter anymore. I stuffed my phone into my pocket and decided to go out for a jog to vent my heavy feelings.
I thought a smart girl like her should understand my hints. It's Chinese Valentine's Day, so the malls should be promoting it like no tomorrow.
Hmph. 
The foul mood really pulled me down. I always ran 5 km easily, yet I ran only five laps today and got tired after less than 2 km. Since it got misty, I went home.
The mist has become the biggest news in people's mundane lives with all sorts of assumptions up in the air. But isn't it just mist? If it really is harmful, I think it's because humans keep destroying the environment and karma is coming for them. Since it's karma, I guess humans will have to accept it.
Rather than talking about it, why not think of a way to change it and figure out what went wrong and how to do better? Nonetheless, I guess such comments will only be deemed childish by Father.
Whatever, I don't care. I realize I don't even have the courage to pick up my phone anymore.
I just thought of a saying: not every relationship bears fruit.
I've liked her since our second year in high school and she answered me with that saying. Maybe it proves something. She doesn't want me to feel bad, she still feels something for me, or maybe she's just a kind girl.
I always have great insights into people!
Or maybe, like some guy used to say whenever one fell in love, one would automatically learn a new skill: finding infinite excuses for the people one loved.
The mist is thick tonight, limiting my vision and my mood. I keep hearing all sorts of noises in the mist. Am I starting to hear things? I think it's time for me to sleep. 
I tell myself, at least I could look forward to university life, right?
2020, 18th August. Sunny.
Where the hills and streams end and there seems to be no road beyond, another village appears amidst the shady willows and blooming flowers.
People in the past were really smart. It was just a short poem, yet it contained complex surprises.
Like what I'm doing now, writing in my diary as my hands are shaking because of excitement. I just ended a whole day's worth of talking with her, and I feel like we know each other better.
Now, I realize we have many similarities. The feeling when our gazes meet at times, the little warmth that we hide in our conversation, it's not one-sided. It's mutual.
It's just that both of us have the same goal to achieve, which is to get into our ideal university. That's why we both decided to hide our feelings.
I did it, and so did she.
I almost missed it and now, I won't miss it!
I picked up my phone in the morning, wanting to know what she replied yesterday. I thought that after a night, I will have gained some courage back.
I remembered that when I saw the reply on my phone, my heart was racing so fast that it almost popped out of my throat. That particular moment is still vivid in my mind.
I wanted to shout and scream, but all I did was laugh in a silly way at my phone.
Her: You asked me first? Have you gotten in touch with the others? If not…it's fine if it's just the both of us.
Hahaha…
She really is as smart as I thought! She understands my hints!
She had also hinted at me, but I was acting stupid yesterday! I didn't reply in time. I wonder if she feels down for a while like I did?
I start to feel bad for her, so I scold myself stupid. I pick up my phone and muster all my courage for a reply: That's my original plan, trying to be with you alone. Next Tuesday is Chinese Valentine's Day! I wanted to tell you before I started university that I've liked you since our second year in high school. It's been two years!
I once thought it required tremendous courage to confess to her and say 'I like you'. Now, I find out that all she needed was a tiny reply, a little hint, and that was it.
As for the chat, I'm not going to write it down here. I never thought I'd have such patience to chat with her via Wechat for a whole day. But I saved the conversation log in a secret file, and if one day we get married, this will be the most meaningful present ever.
I'm eager to see her again. I can't wait until Valentine's.
She agreed to meet up tomorrow. I'm so hyped up! What am I going to wear? I prepared a present for her a long time ago, but I've also decided to give her something more meaningful—this diary.
Ever since I liked her, I've been writing this diary and recorded all my feelings for her since day one.
Damn it. The mist is really thick tonight.
When will the strange mist go away? I still curiously want to touch it. Will it feel like how people describe it? Can I really feel the mist?
The result was really as described! It feels sticky like something is covering my hand.
Strange. What would the geography teacher say about this? The news didn't really cover the mist. All the media say is that they are still studying the mist.
I don't know whether it's me or if the mist is starting to look purple. How serious is the contamination?
2020, August 19th. Shattered.
It's gone! Gone! Gone!!!
None of this is real!!
Just let me die! Let me die! I am dying! My body is expanding. It's heating up! I am dying!
...
Tang Ling's brows were tightly knitted as he read on. He knew something important was coming up as there was still more to the diary. However, it was the unfinished diary that made him feel the despair of an era being overturned.
His heart started to beat nervously.


When a glorious old civilization was toppled overnight, a strange purple moon rose and thus began the Purple Moon Era.
Damn it! What kind of ecosystem was this? The evolution was messy. Even rabbit bites and plants were not to be messed with. How can one survive all this? Evolve into a Purple Moon Warrior? What did this have to do with the Purple Moon?
What kind of map was this? The Safety Sector? The Floating Domain? The Darkness Port? The Storm Voyage? The True Capital?
The Horror Lullaby List? The resurrection of the Underground Race and the prospering Underground City? The Chaos Black Market that suffused the world? The Bloody Road?
More importantly, one could end up in a bloody slaughter when dreaming and enter the Dream Domain? Fine, this damned era! 

Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
Mu Nujiao and Ai Tutu never wanted to talk to Mo Fan again. This idiot had not listened to their warning or advice at all!
Top ten, top ten, top ten, he's challenging someone in the top ten, not just some random rookie. Is he really that brainless not to even look at his opponent's name when he sent out the challenge?!
"Calm down, calm down… hehe," blurted out Mo Fan when he saw the outraged reaction from the two girls.
"Let's go, let him suffer himself!" The angry Mu Nujiao grabbed Ai Tutu and left.
"Humph, we even wanted to collect the information for you, I can't wait to see you being defeated by a girl!" Ai Tutu did not show any mercy either.
Mo Fan felt his balls hurting. He simply wrote his opponent's rank down without caring who the person was. He never knew the goddess of their Fire School was the expert ranked tenth… great...
It's all the Flame Belle's fault. Mo Fan felt like he was losing his sanity lately. Raising a kid was indeed tough!
"Mo Fan, I'm telling you, don't you think that you're good just because you successfully challenged the whole Fire School. The students in the top ten are completely different than the students lower than one hundredth rank. Ding Yumian's strength is actually stronger than her current rank. You're dead for sure trying to challenge her!" Huang Xingli walked up and slammed her hand on Mo Fan's desk.
"It doesn't hurt to try," said Mo Fan hollowly.
"Try? Who do you think our Ding Yumian is, for you to practice on? Those who want to challenge her have to consider for a month before sending out the notice!" yelled Huang Xingli.
"..." Mo Fan was speechless. He could not help but shake his head when he saw Huang Xingli's furious face. It seemed like he had offended... three and a half girls today...
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A huge crowd had gathered outside of the dueling ground. Normally, the duels related to someone in the top ten would attract lots of spectators, including Magicians from outside of the school.
However, the dueling ground was not open to the public. Not everyone was allowed to enter.
Mo Fan was rather famous due to his outstanding performance among the new students. Apart from earning the title Demon King, he even challenged the entire Fire School after he somehow came back to life. The news about his Double Innate Elements was spread widely too, thus many had come to watch his duel...
However, more students had come to watch Ding Yumian. Not only was she ranked top ten in the Fire School, she was also one of the Pearl Institute's top ten beauties.
People in China simply liked to create lists of top ten for everything: top ten experts of Pearl Institute, top ten most handsome men in Pearl Institute, top ten beauties of Pearl Institute, etc.
Ding Yumian was easily qualified to enter the list, and was quite famous due to her outstanding strength, too.
The news about the Demon King challenging the goddess of the Fire School spread wildly among the students, and even the owner of the breakfast stall knew about it, so it was not surprising that the dueling ground was crowded with people.
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Mr. Qiu Yuhua immediately came over when he saw that Mo Fan was stirring up a scene again. He asked curiously when he saw that Mo Fan was still not heading for the stage, "Mo Fan, why are you still outside? You're the main protagonist today, many people are waiting for you."
"I'll go in a second," replied Mo Fan.
"Alright, your opponent is quite strong today. Try not to lose too hard..." Mr. Qiu Yuhua clapped on Mo Fan's shoulder.
Not long after Qiu Yuhua entered the place, Mo Fan brought a young man around the age of eighteen into the dueling ground.
The young man seemed rather inexperienced with huge occasions like this. He looked quite nervous and excited, and seemed to have lots of questions, yet was not sure how to ask them.
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As the two entered the dueling ground, Mo Fan realized that there were more spectators than he had expected. Almost every seat in every row was filled up.
There were duels every day, yet the place was pretty much empty when other students were participating in the duels. At times, there would only be one student as a spectator to testify to the outcome of the battle.
However, it was a different story for the duels that involved students in the top ten. Those were spectacular sights.
On top of that, the top ten students were highly respected outside of the school, too. Any change to the ranking would attract the attention of lots of people!
The barrier was established. Ding Yumian seemed to treat the duel more seriously than Mo Fan. She was already on the stage when Mo Fan arrived, like a beautiful white rose, innocent yet glamorous. Her hair that was tied up in a bun, with fringes hanging in front of her chest, every bit as attractive as usual!
If Mo Fan knew Ding Yumian was ranked tenth, he would have skipped her and challenged the ninth rank instead...
A beautiful woman would naturally have a weakening aura, stopping her opponent from being too harsh on her. Mo Fan was a man who had protective feelings for the fairer sex. He was aiming to get stronger by winning the duels, hence he preferred not to be restricted by his principles.
Most interestingly, it felt like Ding Yumian was able to read Mo Fan's mind. Her pale face wore a determined look as she said to Mo Fan, "You better use all your strength."
Mo Fan was astonished. Was his expression really so obvious? Or, was the woman so good at reading one's expression?
Mo Fan finally knew the reason when the duel began. His intention to go easy on the girl was gone instantly, as his expression was replaced by a stern look!
"Soul Impact!"
Ding Yumian was extremely fast at drawing her Star Pattern. The unique energy of the Psychic Element struck Mo Fan's mind fiercely while the judge's voice was still echoing in the noisy dueling ground.
Mo Fan initially planned to use his fourth-tier Lightning Strike to secure the advantage. To his surprise, his opponent was faster. The Soul Impact immediately interrupted his channeling, leaving him dazzled for around two seconds.
"Psychic Element, f**k me!" cursed Mo Fan.
Mo Fan had just learned how powerful the Psychic Element was a while ago. He never thought he would instantly bump into a powerful Psychic Magician in his first duel against someone in the top ten!
The scariest thing about a strong Psychic Magician was their casting speed. If her Soul Impact was faster than every Spell he had, he would never be able to cast an effective Spell throughout the entire battle!
Mo Fan's style was pure brute force. His outstanding Basic Spells had helped him to dominate opponents with similar strength to him. However, if he could not even finish drawing a Star Pattern, he was pretty much useless!
"Swift Star-"
"Soul Impact!"
"-Wolf...wolf, f**k me!"
Mo Fan immediately had a bad feeling.
Mo Fan was trying to summon the Swift Star Wolf to lift the burden of not being able to cast any Spell, yet he did not even have the chance to cast a Basic Summoning Spell!
He was seriously in a bad position!


He woke up in a familiar world that had vastly changed.

His familiar school had become a mystical school that teaches magic, encouraging everyone to become a mighty magician.

Outside the city, many wandering magical beasts and monsters attacked and preyed on humans.

His world of advanced science changed into one that praised magic. Despite this, his ambition in life, and his social status remained the same; one of the dregs of the society with a struggling father and a disabled step sister that couldn’t walk.

However, Mo Fan found that when most people could only practice a single major element of magic, he was a Versatile Mage!

"Hey Reon, when will you publish this book? I like it. It'll be another hit if you ask me," a dark haired girl who was reading a book in her phone said to the boy sitting next to her.

The boy, looked at her and raised his left eyebrow, seemingly questioning what book she was talking about.

"Reon, she's reading a part of the Keepers Series. When will you publish the books, Reon? We'll buy the whole set after the release," the nonchalant counterpart of the dark haired girl asked, asking about when their cousin will publish the set.

"Oh. That set. I'm not producing it yet. I'll have another person read it before I announce it to the public," Reon, the boy, answered.

The cheerful girl stopped momentarily after realization. She turned back to Reon in a slow manner.

"Sveta? That goddess of Novaculite Regional School? Hmm, I saw her photos. She's good to be a model. She's told to have a good character too. She's good to be a friend. It's a pity that we haven't met at the Green Conference, or else I would have befriended her," the cheerful one shook her head in disappointment.

"You're too kind to say the word 'good' for a comment. What happened to the group of friends you created yesterday? A change of heart?" Her twin spoke in a nonchalant tone, not even showing any expression even though her words are sharp.

"Velle, you should try to change that attitude of yours when we go to the new school. Although you don't feel much about saying those things, you can hurt others unknowingly. We're not back at the old school where everyone is used to you," Reon reprimanded his insensitive cousin.

Velle just shrugged her shoulders and got Valeir's phone to read a story.

"Don't worry about sis, Reon. I have a friend at her class who can help keep her in check," the cheerful one smiled as she tried to appease her protective cousin.

"Hais, Valeir, we are not always there to understand this psycho. She'll inevitably create an enemy for herself with just her tongue," Reon looked at the nonchalant cousin sitting by his side.

Alexithymia, Velle's personal trait that is characterized by the dysfunction of emotional awareness. Meaning, she usually treats herself like a robit without feelings and she can't appreciate emotions.

The twins, Velle and Valeir, are like two opposite poles. One lacks emotions while the other is full of it. And Reon worries for these cousins of his as much as he worries about his own love life.

"Back to you, Reon. Are you sure about winning the heart of your beloved? Mom said that there are two, no, three other boys clashing against you. And they also have unbelievable backgrounds. Can you fight with that writer 'title' of yours?" If Velle and Valeir's EQ are different, then they are totally similar in their sharp tongue. Valeir smirked as she looked at her cousin who raised his eyebrow once more.

"Is that a challenge, Valeir Lyra Delicere?" Reon asked his challenging cousin. Valeir once again smirked as she nudged Velle and disturbed her reading.

"What is it?" Velle asked without a change of expression.

"What is the percentage of Reon winning against three equally talented boys?" Valeir asked as she let Velle do the solving.

"25%. If Reon has any other advantages except this talent, then he has a higher chance of winning," Velle nonchalantly said as she went back to reading. Reon is now fuming in anger as the insult of his cousins hit a sore spot. He was about to retaliate but the driver butted in.

"Young master, young misses, we are now at the Briller Group Headquarters," the driver of the limousine said as he steered the car towards the underground parking lot.

The security is tight but they managed to enter with just their appearances. Only the executives can use this parking lot.

"Young misses Delicere and young master Rizan, we are happy to accommodate you but the CEO is still in a meeting with your parents. Please do wait in the Entertainment Building," the secretary of the Briller Group CEO said as she invited the three to a wide space where they saw another boy playing a ball by himself.

There are various sports equipments in the area, and there are even gaming consoles and computers in the second floor of the building, a library in the third floor, a music room in the fourth floor, and a mini concert hall in the fifth floor.

"Uggh, why do I always encounter my competitors? My life sucks," the boy playing with the ball said.

"Shut up, Hein. You're still better than me because you got to fight for her. Man, if I'm younger," a man obviously older than Hein peeped from the third floor and said regretfully. He's Hein's older brother, Harvey, studying to be a pilot in college.

"I don't really understand how adults talk. Competitor here, competition that. Do you guys have any other topic?" A small young boy shouted from the second floor, joining the conversation. He's Hein's younger brother, Hiro.

"It's the two-year period now, Hein. It's obvious that you'll see us everyday from now on. So don't be like that," Reon said as he entered the elevator with the twins to move up to the floor where the library is.

They saw Harvey reading a leaflet about another country's tourist attractions.

"The others will come later so don't be surprised by this, Hein. Control your temper," Harvey said, pertaining to Hein who was still dribbling the ball downstairs.

The twins and Reon just found themselves a seat and grabbed a few books to read while waiting for their parents' meeting to finish.

The next ones to arrive is Kenji the musician, and his older brother Kurt, a medicine student with the same age as Harvey. They directly went to the fourth floor where the musical instruments are located after Kenji teased Hein about something. Probably about Veta once more.

And the last to arrive is Javier. He looked lonely as he's the only heir of the family, without any cousins or siblings. He went straight to the second floor to accompany Hiro.

"Where's Rowan, brother Reon? I thought that he's coming with you," everyone looked at the door of the library as Hiro's small body peeked to ask Reon about his brother.

Although their older brothers are competitors for love, Hiro and Rowan became bestfriends, being of almost the same age and hobby.

"He's sick right now, Hiro. He can't come," Valeir answered to the boy. The boy looked dejected.

"Well, please tell him that I'll come visit and bring some fruits for him, sister Valeir. I'll be going back to my game now," he said and left the third floor.

When the school's known goddess Sveta Lucy Briller is nearing her coming of age, four different boys approached her with a single thought in their minds: I must win her!

The first one is Javier Emilio Cortez, the heredero of Tri Veisti Hacienda. He's a transferee of Veta's school and accidentally bumped into her while passing his transfer papers.

The second one is Reon Kei Rizan, a writer and the author of Veta's favorite book - Blood Ancestor. They met during a journalism workshop Veta joined.

The third one is Hein Pretium, a well-known basketball player of Veta's school. It was rumored that he has someone he likes, and this someone turns out to be Veta. He never started his move until the other three started their own.

And the last one is Kenji Owen Kier, the second son of a famous musician and inherited his mother's love for music. He was invited to perform at Veta's school during an event.

With these four boys hanging around Veta, the innocent's life will gradually change. Because the innocent finally got to know her lovers.

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