Summary and Analysis of Literary Masterpieces.

  The concept that people have about you is different depending on the person.
People don't always think the same about you, so I was curious to know what some people, not very close people, thought about me. I wanted to know how they saw me; I didn't desire verbal responses for that reason; I decorated a sheet and asked some people to write how they saw me, how they would describe me. On the other hand, I was sure that they would write mostly positive things to avoid possible uncomfortable situations; but I would have liked them to be 100% sincere. I understand that just like me, they don't want problems or inconvenience. Well, back to the sheet, only nine people wrote on it; however, that was enough for me; this's the way they described me from their point of view:
. You're serious but fun, a person you can always trust.
 . You are an excellent, humble, fun, loving person. 
. A wonderful person, sometimes tender; responsible, even if you don't know something, you try hard, optimistic. 
. You are a great person with values, intelligent, cute, friendly, calm, honest. 
. You are a good and educated girl. Sometimes a bit bossy but, you calm down everything is normal. (I liked the fact that she said that to my face and did not bother to write a fault.) 
. You are very cute, neat and smart. 
. You are a tough, bold, honest girl; character motivates me to be someone like you; your heart is fair, loyal, and admirable.
In summary, they saw me as a very good girl, though there's no one completely good or bad, which I liked, that's why sometimes I read that sheet again; not because I like to feel or want the acceptance of everyone. It makes me interesting, as while I looked at myself badly or with many flaws, they found me many qualities leaving aside anything like appearance. 
I didn't live or spend a lot of time with them but, with the little time that we shared, they brought out many good aspects, things that may be part of my mask; but, some are part of my true self.
   Some people don't like you for different reasons or maybe for nothing, but that's okay because that is their opinion, and you aren't like they think you are.
On the other hand, some people did not like me but, that was not a bad thing, on the contrary, it was something very normal not only for me but for all people; but when I was around I heard them murmur about me and that was not just me, that was the case with other people as well.
Time for an anecdote:
In December, there was a Christmas carol contest. I decided to participate; in the past, I hadn't done so. In the beginning, we all practiced with the teacher so she could hear how we were doing; after school, the teacher couldn't stay, so we practiced alone. 
One day, one of the girls wanted to listen to us again to select who would do the solos. They made me sing all the songs; however, they didn't choose me; that was great for me since sometimes I get nervous in front of many people. 
What angered me was that she began to tell low how my voice was too low and ugly. She said that comment with a mocking voice and an annoying face. Also, she wasn't the one in charge of choosing or the leader, but they all gave her the yes to avoid problems; her words annoyed me since that was only her opinion, not that of the group or the teacher and also the fact that I did not he said to the face.
Her behavior towards me bothered me a lot. Her behavior at that time was the result; that on one occasion, I didn't agree with her and her opinion about something due to like anyone else, I had my idea, but it seems that she doesn't like it. In the end, I left the team, but when the team went to the next round, they asked me to come back because they said I had a good voice, and she only told me with an uncomfortable face to raise the volume of my voice a little which I did but not much because later my throat hurt.
   I'm not going to say that I always tell the people what bothers me about them.
  Sometimes, I silenced my opinion to maintain harmony and avoid problems.
  That bothers me a lot because I had a tremendous urge to scream how much those things bothered me. 
Many times I felt so upset. I thought I was going to explode, but I used all my patience and self-control not to do it; when you are upset, what you want to say ends up coming out as something different; due to the frustration, anger, and annoyance. For that reason, every time I want to say something, I try to be calm and that it does not sound like a complaint; it is something like what I did with my soulmate and other people.
  But again, my thoughts are the same.
Going back to my question and maybe the answer is obvious. My feelings aren't relevant to those people because they're practically strangers in my life, and I'm not related to them in any way; their indifference or the fact that they can't see so much under my mask seems normal to me. That doesn't generate any feeling of sadness in me.
On the contrary, I know; there have been times when a mere stranger has cared more for another stranger than their close ones. 
I'm grateful that wasn't my case. I believe that my case has been the opposite; I've been the stranger. That's because I like to help people with what little I can; in my opinion, the only thing I can do for a stranger is to listen to him or her because sometimes you want to get rid of your problems and be heard.
Have you ever do something like that? Were you the strange person? Or were you the person with problems?

Being mature isn't synonymous with being able to face everything alone. At some point, you want the simple question of "Are you okay?" or even a little bit of concern. That's a common question but, at the same time, it's significant. That's a question wished by many though it may not seem like it.
Cassiopeia talks about her feelings and thoughts in a different way than usual.
Although this type of feeling isn't rare in a person, it does feel unique to each person, and she wants to talk about it without fear. Maybe in the process, she and you can discover something.
Would you like to listen to her? Her feelings? Her thoughts?

"Who are you?" Mako asked, no more confused then he was for the past hour or so. He had no idea where this man came from as this room was clear of obstacles on all sides for him to hide behind or appear from. The man did possess a certain aura of power but it just made Mako even more confused for various reasons. "What did you mean when you said you GAVE me power?"

"Oh how rude of me," the old man said as he stood up straight and placed his hat back onto his head. "Allow me to introduce myself!! My name is Aero Yuxer and I'm an elf in service of The Slave Trade. Its a pleasure to meet you. You no doubt have numerous questions so lets have a seat and talk."

Aero waved his hand and a table appeared out of thin air along with three chairs, one of which seemed to be made out of metal instead of wood like the other two. The old elf pulled out a chair and sat down, waving both the fiery woman and Mako over to join him.

Though a bit hesitant at first, Mako eventually shrugged and also took a seat, figuring that there was no harm in having a conversation with a stranger claiming to be an elf who could also use magic. From the moment he woke up it was simply one confusing thing after another so it made no difference to him what was happening as long as he got the answers he needed as it wasn't like it things could get any weirder.

"So, care to answer my questions?" Mako asked as he placed his hands on the table. "I have quite a bit of them for you if you don't mind." He completely ignored the woman who hadn't moved from her kneeling position, instead focusing his attention on the old sickly looking elf in front of him.

"Okay. I'll answer some of your questions but only the ones that need to be answered now as I don't have much time." Aero gave an apologetic smile as he looked down at his hands. "I'll give you a brief summary before answering any questions pertaining to what I told you. Fair enough?"

Mako thought about it before nodding, figuring that anything he could get would be better then nothing. Hell, he was already lucky that things were working out this well as he could've been killed numerous times before this. His life could have easily been extinguished by the cage, the fiery woman, and even this elf who used magic so causally. It made no sense to complain nor would it help him learn anything.

"Okay, so first things first," Aero said as he began his explanation. "Your now in the world called Enstenten, or just Enst for short. You were brought here by me via magic which actually took quite a bit of work and a lot of money. I had to attach some Permanent Skills to you in order to keep you from going insane or dying early on and I also had to give you a Permanent Magic from a grimoire in order to ensure you'd have a good foundation."

Before Mako could open his mouth and ask questions, Aero raised his hand to stop him. "Nope, you'll have to wait until the end of my explanation in order to ask questions. I still have numerous things I want to cover."

"A permanent skill is a skill that cant be removed by any means," the fiery woman said as she stood up from the floor, a frown on her face. "Its one of the most expensive things out there second only to a grimoire's Permanent Magic which goes for 40 Platinum coins as a starting price." The woman took a seat in the metal chair without even looking towards Mako.

"Oh, Mana, you decided to join us," Aero said as he glanced at the woman with a small smirk. "Were you feeling a bit lonely??"

"Shut it Aero," Mana said as she glared at the old elf. "Your lucky I cant hurt you otherwise you'd be nothing but ash. Damn bastard."

"Always so lively," Aero said before turning his attention back to Mako. "In any case, what Mana said was correct. Permanent Skills and Magic cant be removed by any means and they're quite rare. For example, one of the  skills I got for you was [Calm Mind] and it keeps you from going insane by forcing you to remain calm and process everything that would normally overload your brain and accept it without trouble. The skills take at least a full day to completely take hold but the effects will still show and keep the mind from self-destructing as well as making you immune to mind attacks."

Aero leaned forward and looked Mako in the eye with a serious expression. "Travelling through worlds is no joke. Unless you get reincarnated or a god brings you here personally, any other way is impossible unless you have some sort of medium that prevents you from going insane. Without the Permanent Skill I gave you, your brain wouldn't have been able to process the transfer of worlds and you'd have been brain dead the moment you arrived. In other words, there's no way for you to make it back home without making you a mindless zombie. I'm deeply sorry."

There was a long moment of silence as Mako processed what Aero just said. However, even after hearing this horrible news, Mako didn't feel anything, which disturbed him. He should be feeling angry, sad, frustrated, but all he felt was a strong desire to know more about the situation and the world. This lack of negative emotion greatly confused him but he just added it to the rest of the seemingly endless things that he didnt know about as of yet. 

After failing to get a response for a full minute, Aero continued his earlier explanation about Enstenten. "In this world there are 52 species in existence, not counting the halfbreeds and such, and everyone is almost constantly at war with each other. Most of the time its just small skirmishes, but every hundred years or so huge battles break out between entire countries. Of course, I wont go into detail so I'll just leave it at that. However, I will tell you that the underlying cause for it all is The Slave Trade, an orginization known and accepted world-wide."

Aero leaned back in his chair and sighed. "The Slave Trade obviously deals in things involving slavery and is considered to be the most powerful organization in the world, unrivaled even when compared to multiple kingdoms combined. They don't care who they sell slaves to or who they enslave, they only care about profit and stroking their own egos. They could easily wipe out a nation or a country if they truly wanted to. They have the money and power to do so, so if they set their sights on making you a slave or mark you as an enemy, your already as good as theirs."

"Why are you telling him all this stuff anyways Aero?" Mana asked with anger and frustration in her tone as she stood up, completely interrupting out of nowhere. "He's a damned human!! He's just as bad as The Slave Trade is!! Hell, why the f*ck did you even bring him here and waste so much money on him??!! He's nothing but garbage!! If it weren't for the fact that my flames seem to fail against him, I would have killed him already!!"

The kindness Aero previously had in his eyes slowly vanished as he looked over at Mana, a cold and icy stare being shot striaght at her. "Sit!!" 

Mana didn't look as if she wanted to obey, but eventually she did sit down with an angry huff, her flaming hair glowing brighter . She shot Mako a few glares but didn't say anything else, though the few glares she shot were full of so much venom and disgust that she didn't even need to say anything. If looks could kill then Mako would have been dead quite a while ago.

"I apologize for her," Aero said as he looked back at Mako. "She's been a slave for over 62 years and hasn't had the best experiences with humans. In fact, all of her owners have been humans and every single one of them treated her worse then sh*t. On another note, feel free to ask me questions as I'm about done with my summary."

"62 years?" Mako asked with a raised eyebrow. "I take it she's not human then.....what is she? Also, why cant her fire hurt me? Why does she listen to you when she clearly doesn't want to?"

"Thats quite a lot of questions, but easy enough to answer." Aero turned his head to look at the fiery woman. "Mana here is a Pyro, a subspecies of the species known as Animorphs. Animorphs are beings made completely of one type of magic.   Pyros are made of fire, Kryos are made of ice, Aquas are made of water and so-on. All Animorphs are immortal and will never die of old age but can still be killed though its difficult to do so unless you use magic. Mana is 87 years old and has quite a temper on her so do try to be nice."

"The reason she can't hurt you is because of the Permanent Magic I gave to you when you arrived." Aero smiled as he pointed towards Mako's chest. "The Magic you recieved is called [Travellers Fortune] and its actually super rare and very complex so I'll just give you a small description of what I KNOW about it. From now on you will be immune to almost any form of magic or any condition caused by magic (i.e. burning, freezing, shock, etc). Also, it appears that when directly touching magic, you seem to make it weaker or in the case of Animorphs, make them as powerless as humans or even weaker then that. This is why Mana collapsed when you first touched her. She wasn't used to it."

"As for the last question, that's where Slave Marks come into play," Aero pointed a finger at Mana's left shoulder where a symbol of a black flame rested like a sort of tattoo. "When a slave is issued to a new master, the owner must prick his finger and let the blood fall on to the mark. Once the mark accepts the blood, the slave will then have to listen to what the owner says. If the slave tries to defy an order then the mark will activate and hurt the slave. If the slave tries to betray the owner then the slave will experience pain so bad they would wish they were dead. In other words the mark is there to keep slaves in line which is why Mana wont attack me as she could die if she tried since I'm her current owner."

Mako glanced over at Mana before looking back at Aero as he soaked all the knowledge in, easily understanding what he was saying thanks to years of reading fantasy novels. "Okay, so that aside, why DID you summon me here? You gave a very short summary of the world but you never told me WHY you brought me here? For what purpose did you bring me here?"

Aero smiled softly with a trace of seriousness in his black eyes. "I want you to destroy The Slave Trade. Thats all. Nothing more and nothing less."

After sitting quietly and saying nothing after she had been told to sit, Mana finally stepped in, clearly in disbelief that Aero would even say those words. "Now I know you've gone senile you old bastard!!!! The Slave Trade has existed for THOUSANDS of years and in that time they have gained enough power to make them unbeatable. They can't be stopped by a large scale kingdom or empire so what the hell are you doing asking this RETARDED MALE, WHO DOESN'T EVEN KNOW THIS WORLD, FOR HELP??!!"

"Your right, he doesnt know this world," Aero said, not even bothering to look at Mana, his eyes fixed on Mako. "Thats why I'm giving you to him as a slave so you can inform him. This young man may not look like much right now but given time, he could just as easily turn this world upside down. Of course the main reason is because I'm running out of time and I need someone to take my place and continue my mission."

"You said that before," Mako said, ignoring Mana who looked like she was ready to burst with anger and frustration. "That your running out of time. What exactly do you mean by that?"

"F*ck that, what do you mean your giving me up to this dumbass filthy piece of human trash!!!" Mana was literally flaming as she yelled this, her hair rising up and elongating until it was at least 6 feet high in the air. "I refuse and I'd rather die!!"

"Throughout my 756 years working for the Slave Trade, I have sabotaged them countless times while shifting the blame onto others," Aero said, also ignoring Mana. "I've freed slaves, tricked customers, pocketed money, and basically did anything I could to screw them over. It took them seven and a half centuries to catch on which is truly remarkable. Now their after me and its only a matter of time before I'm publicly tortured and killed as a message that not even employees are safe from them."

Aero waved his hand and a blue bottle appeared from thin air, a bottle marked with a skull on it. "They'll be here in this Dimensional Slave Storage in about 30 minutes to capture me. I could run but I wouldn't go far so instead, I'm going out my own way."

Mako blinked as he looked at the bright blue bottle, understanding clearly what the old elf was thinking. "So this is your final decision then Aero? After all this time you'll just quit?"

Aero smiled as he tapped his finger againt the top of the lid. "Thats the reason I brought you here for, to take my place and take them down permanently. It will easily be the most dangerous and most difficult job in existence, but I have faith that one day the Slave Trade will fall. Whether its by your hands or someone else's only time will tell. Once I'm gone, every single slave in this storage will be released around the world, its all part of my plan, my final middle finger to this f*cked up world. In any case, lets get Mana switched over to you."
 
Aero looked over at Mana who was still looking quite angry and waved her to come closer which she did after some hesitation. "You come over here as well young traveller, I need your blood. Just a finger will do."

Mako stood up and walked over, stopping by the old elf and Mana, holding out a finger. He winced as his finger was sliced open and blood began dripping out down his finger and onto the floor. He then raised his finger and swiped it across Mana's slave mark, leaving a streak of blood across it. There was a flash of light and the blood disappeared, leaving only the mark behind. Mana was now officially Mako's.

"There we go, now that thats finished, its time to wrap things up," Aero said with a sad smile. "I shall be sending the two of you to the town of Areindale, also known as the Town Of Beginners because of the many young people who stay there. Its pretty far from here and it'll make you look less suspicious. Also take this."

Aero tossed Mako a small brown clothbag that was filled to the brim with large bright platinum coins. "That should easily keep the two of you fed and pay for a hotel for years if you so choose. Take it as my way of saying sorry for dragging you into this."

Mako looked back at the old elf and witnessed the saddest smile in his entire life. He was unsure of what to feel after seeing that. One moment he was completely emotionless as he was busy absorbing all this new information and the next he could feel his chest tightening and his eyes tearing up. He hadn't even known this guy for a full hour and he could still feel an overwhelming sadness knowing that he would never see this old elf again. 

"I'll make you proud Aero," Mako said as he held up the bag. "I may not know who you are or whats happening to me, but I swear that I'll live up to the expectations put on me. This I promise on my life."

Aero picked up the blue bottle and undid the cap, tossing it to the side. "Whats your name young traveller?"

"My name is Mako D. Carson," Mako said as he felt his chest tightening further. He wanted to stop the elf but he felt that he didn't have a say in the matter. Not even Mana was moving, just staring and watching Aero with watery eyes. "I bid you farewell Aero Yuxer. May we meet again in the next life."

"Well said Mako D. Carson, well said," Aero said, a single tear rolling down his cheek. "Cheers to your victory. Go out and make this stranger proud." 

The last thing Mako saw before blacking out was Aero putting the bottle to his lips and drinking the contents within.

Mako D. Carson, an ordinary teen with an interesting personality was confused. He woke up in a place completely different from his own, in a whole different world for that matter.

 In this world thats 3 times larger then Earth, battles are constantly being fought between 52 different races that exist. Corruption, conspiracies, war, and murder!! However, perhaps the most sickening of it all is the Slave Trade, an orginization thats known worldwide and is accepted by all.

 In this messed up world that requires strength and money, Mako will have to smarten up and gain power in order to survive. Though he came in this world weak, he would make sure to come out on top

The truth is, Amara never wanted any of the things that Daemon had given to, shown, or introduced her to. Amara was not interested in the lifestyle that he wanted for them. She was scared. She was withdrawn. She was just going through the motions. 

Amara was completely shut off to the world. The things that he subjected her to, and did to her himself were nothing short of sadomasochism and pure evil combined. The more pain that Amara felt, the happier Daemon was. She was gang banged not once but multiple times. She was awakened in the middle of the night and taken to another state just for the purpose of being a group of drunk men's sex toy for the night. She was ashamed and embarrassed by the things she was forced to do and the fact that she did them. 

You might be thinking, "why didn't she just walk away and never look back?". She couldn't walk away. She tried. After one day of not taking Daemons calls, or answering his texts, he came to get her at her work. She was done with her shift. Daemon knew Amaras work schedule. As soon as she walked out of work he was sitting there, on his motorcycle, waiting for her. He was a beautiful man. But, he was an evil man. 

Daemon didn't say a word. He didn't need to say anything. Amara knew that if she did not get on the back of that bike, she would seriously regret it. That wouldn't be the first time. Daemon loved to punish Amara. The longer and harder she cried, the more satisfied he was. Eventually, Amara could no longer cry, no matter how much it hurt. She had finally disconnected her emotions from her reality. 

One night, Daemon came to get Amara from where she was staying. He took her to what seemed to her like the middle of nowhere. Daemon coaxed Amara in to the woods with him. Amara knew that something really bad was about to happen. After he punched her in the face, mainly her mouth area, she fell to the ground. Daemon chipped two of Amaras teeth. He proceeded to kick her in the side and the stomach. The bruising was intense, and he broke 1 of her ribs. Imagine trying to hide all of that from the world. It is not an easy task. Then, he raped her. The **** was expected as this was not the first time. This would be the first time that he used an object to sodomize her, tho. His reason for this punishment was Amara did not answer the phone when he called her several times that day. Amara had worked a double that day, like most days anymore. That particular day was very hectic. The place that Amara worked was short staffed. She had the hardest hall in the building. There was a death at work that day. Thanks to her co workers or she would have never left on time that night. Amara knew that Daemon was going to be angry. She was at work, her job was first priority. She called him as soon as she clocked out, the whole way to the place she was staying, and for a good 20 minutes before she fell asleep that night. She was only asleep for a few hours before he arrived to pick her up. 

Amara could not escape this man. She made a hard and fast decision to quit her job. That way he couldn't find her at work. He didn't know where her children
lived. She spent a lot of time with her kids, at their house. So, Amara made another hard and fast decision to move in to her own place with a man she had known for a few years where she could have her children and not have to worry about Daemon finding her. Amara was afraid. She was afraid that he would find her. She was afraid that he would kill her. She was terrified of him. 

As much as Amara wanted to be with Daemon, she didn't want to be with him at all. Mental illness is a tricky thing. You see, Amara was very very manic for a long time. She was unmedicated. She believed that she should pay for the things she had done, and that Daemon was her punishment. She more than paid for her mistakes.

Amara no longer speaks to Daemon. It took over a year for her to completely be rid of him. When the threatening calls and texts stopped, she knew that it was finally over. A chapter that Amara was happy to close. The nightmares still come and go. There are nights she wakes up in a closet or a bathtub. Places that she would hide from the Devil. Amara was not the Devil, at all. She was just a lost soul. The Devil saw her weakness, and he took advantage of it. 

*If you are in an abusive relationship, of any kind, please do not be afraid to ask for help. Reach out to someone. Anyone. Even if you think they won't believe you. Tell someone. Keep a diary of it in your phone. Email a summary of your day to a friend, the police, a perfect stranger, or post it on a social media site. Find a way and reach out. Do not let fear stop you.*

Hello everyone, here's another story.

I started writing this story because of a moment of inspiration I had. I was reading a Xianxia novel with a male character who was considered to be a genius for saying things that should be obvious to most people and it reminded me of so many other novels that have a very similar plot. In summary, I am disgusted with these novels, so I decided to create this "original story" as a criticism against Xianxia novels like that. I'm going to give you the complete synopsis here because it exceeded the character limit allowed on this platform.

Thanks for reading here!

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Cheng Shuyi was a modern woman in the 21st century with an ordinary appearance and a serious attitude, who spent many years of her life working for the Chinese government. At the age of 40, she finally decided to take some time off and go on a well-deserved vacation. But, before she even had the chance to feel the calm ocean breeze on her skin, her plane exploded!

The next time she opened her eyes, she had already become the young miss of a general's house in an alternate world, a Xuanhuan world. As of now, she has become part of a strong military family, the Sheng family of the Phoenix Supreme House, which currently possesses the greatest military power and is protected by a powerful guardian best, the sacred phoenix.

Her new name was similar to her name in the past, Sheng Shuyi. But now, she was a 15-year-old girl, and it was time to choose her groom for the marriage that would take place in the following year.

However, the current plot reminded her of something from her past life. It was a Chinese web novel that one of her younger co-workers had often urged her to read, "Supreme Hero."

Cheng Shuyi had actually become the female lead, who, after fighting with the other women and receiving the best wishes of her family, finally succeeded in marrying the hero of the story. Unfortunately, it was not a happy-ever-after ending.

The hero was seen as being "fair' and "faithful", even though he had many ambiguous relationships with a number of older sisters, younger sisters, teachers, and even enemies. As a hero, he was always busy traveling to improve his cultivation. If it was quick, he would only be gone for a year. But, if it wasn't, he would be gone for 5 years or more sometimes. As for his beautiful wife, she remained in the mansion at the capital because she was considered "too delicate" to travel alongside her young husband. Most of the time, she only received news of him through strangers or rumors in high society.

One day, during a snowstorm that was so intense it even caused damage to some of the stone structures, a handsome, cold, and wounded man collapsed in this young wife's yard. She had a kind heart and lacked knowledge related to human contact because she had always been mocked and avoided by other married women. Yet, she had always accepted it in silence, never telling her husband. So, she decided to help this stranger until the week-long snow storm finally came to an end.

Due to this twist of fate, the stranger fell in love with the young wife. However, she remained faithful to her husband and bid the unknown stranger farewell, leaving him no choice but to accept the disappointment and mourn his fate. In the future, this stranger became the hero's biggest opposition. They had faced off against each other many times, and the villain was always stronger, but he always let the hero live because of his feelings towards the young wife who was awaiting his return to that desolate mansion.

For the villain, it was a once in a lifetime love. Even though he was handsome, cold, strong, and held a high status, he was not interested in other women. Over time, these women, who desperately wanted to gain his favor, found out about the young woman who had stolen the heart of this cold man.

These young women were unable to obtain the villain's love, so they began persecuting the young wife, who was already facing many problems because of the hero. Her husband had made many enemies during his travels, and these enemies had turned their eyes towards his wife. If not for her family helping her out behind the scenes, this lamentable female lead would not have been strong enough to face these crazy women. Not only that, she would have died at the hands of her husband's enemies.

Where was the hero during all this? He was spending his time happily with his childhood friend, junior sisters, or even ambiguously with female instructors from other areas.

Since her husband only returned every few years, Sheng Shuyi was left to deal with the aftermath of the problems he had caused on her own.

Skipping ahead to the end of the novel, Shen Shuyi had sacrificed herself to save the hero from an envious god. She began a journey to find her beloved husband, who had disappeared and was presumed dead! She suffered on her own as she traveled, becoming stronger and even more gorgeous. But, all of that for what? To die in the end!

And what was the hero doing at the moment his wife sacrificed herself? He was busy with his subordinates and had his arm wrapped around his childhood friend's waist!

However, as her body was falling to the ground, the villain appeared and caught her, holding her in his arms as he cried like a lost child, watching as the soul of his beloved dissipated. At this moment, the hero only frowned and glared at his wife, forgetting how she had just sacrificed herself to save his life! His only thought was that she must have cheated on him!

In the end, the villain joined hands with the hero to kill the envious god. Afterwards, the hero ignored his wife's remains and tried to loot her body to reclaim his possessions! However, the villain unashamedly kicked the hero aside and took her body away with him.

The hero, who was now a widower, didn't waste any time in mourning. He married his childhood friend and accepted three high-class concubines! In addition, he went after the Sheng family, even going as far as to use his sacred beast to kill the Sheng family's sacred phoenix. All of this, to avenge his "honor"!

The villain placed his beloved's body in a thousand-year-old ice coffin to preserve it and placed a sacred jewel on it that had the power to call a dissipated soul back to its body!

However, the hero of the novel needed this gem to reach the peak of his cultivation, so the villain and the hero began their final battle. Unfortunately, one of the hero's attacks landed on the coffin, catapulting the body of Sheng Shuyi out. The villain became distracted and moved to catch the body, but the hero used this opportunity to fiercely attack the villain, killing him in the process.

Yet, even in death he still had a smile on his face as he hugged the body of his beloved and slowly slipped into death. The poor villain, his soul also dissipated!

Cheng Shuyi had stopped reading the novel at that moment. She had felt so very wronged by what had happened to the Shuyi in that novel!

Now, with her taking the place of the Sheng Shuyi who was still single and had yet to meet the hero, she just wanted to flip the tea table and scream to the whole world that the hero was a shameful scumbag!

To continue living in this Xianxia world, where the strong rule and the weak are crushed like bugs, she made three resolutions.

1. Become strong.

2. Avoid the hero.

3. Fall in love with the villain!

Cheng Shuyi was a modern woman in the 21st century, with an ordinary appearance and a serious attitude, who spent many years of her life working for the Chinese government. At the age of 40, she finally decided to take some time off and go on a well-deserved vacation. But, before she even had the chance to feel the calm ocean breeze on her skin, her plane exploded! 

The next time she opened her eyes, she had already become the young miss of a general's house in an alternate world, a Xuanhuan world. As of now, she has become part of a strong military family, the Sheng family of the Phoenix Supreme House, who currently possesses the greatest military power and a powerful guardian beast, the sacred phoenix. 

Her new name was similar to her name in the past, Sheng Shuyi. But now, she was a young 15-year-old girl, and it was time to choose her groom for the marriage that would take place the following year. 

However, the current plot reminded her of something from her past life. It was a Chinese web novel that one of her younger co-workers had often urged her to read, "Supreme Hero." 

Sheng Shuyi had actually become the female lead, who, after fighting with the other women and receiving the best wishes from her family, finally succeeded in marrying the hero of the story. Unfortunately, it was not a happy-ever-after ending. 

That female character had suffered a tragic death, while her husband, the hero, felt no remorse. Instead, he married her younger half-sister and then proceeded to exterminate Sheng Shuyi's side of the family! 

The only person to mourn her death was the villain! A man who seemed to have no feelings, only possessing the desire to dominate the world! 

In the end, it was revealed that the villain had actually been in love with her and the hero had only been interested in using her to gain status! 

To continue living in this Xuanhuan world, where the strong rule and the weak and crushed like bugs, Sheng Shuyi made three resolutions. 

1. Become strong. 
2. Avoid the "hero." 
3. Fall in love with the villain! 

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IT WILL BE 2 CHAPTERS PER WEEK.



I've always wondered why I couldn't walk down the school corridors without everyone looking at me, why I couldn't just be a normal teenage girl with a few friends. You know, like general teenage girls who feel lazy in class, prank the teachers and go for a snack after school. I used to love a few classes; art, music, history and sports, especially martial arts. Above all I loved dance. I was good at all of those, but academically, I was what everyone would classify as a failure. My grades went from bad to worse ever since college started, and I never understood why. After all, I never really had a choice in my life. My parents have always chosen for me. Whether it's my studies or my lifestyle, it was pointless to even think about what I wanted, because it didn't matter. What mattered to my dad was what he wanted me to do, and that's how things went since I was born till now, life was always made of decisions that were not mine, and I was always doing what others wanted me to do. No one ever cared what I wanted for myself. Some of that did change though after I went to university. 

You're all probably wondering why I'm writing all this unimportant and uninteresting facts about me. Well, at the start, this was not meant to be a story, but mostly my personal journal. But for some people's pleasure, let's make a proper introduction. Hi, my name is Quesiyah Morris. Strange name right, for a 21st century girl, but we'll figure that out later. I'm basically 19, and starting university this year. I am a student in IT, more specifically Internet Networking and Security at University. Sounds cool? It is. 

University is amazing. What's funny is that there's always something happening here. There's always an event, or someone selling something, or some entertainment. It's the place where we had no time to get bored, except during class of course. 

I have a best friend, Kayra, who is also 19 and my roommate. The twin sharing room option was my decision, my parents always thought it was a mistake, but I liked it. It felt good having a friend around when I got home, and it was much cheaper. Kayra's pretty much the most stubborn, the craziest and at the same time the loveliest person I know. She's like a small energy ball and just like a child most of the time, but when I need her, she's always there for me. I'm used to calling her Kay. She reminded me of those kittens brought into a house for the first time, cute and crazy. 

My story started with a look. A simple look that matched my eyes when he first came into class. This guy, with his deep cow eyes, brownish hair, his dimples, and that deadly smile he always had on. This guy that only had to walk in the room to catch my attention. He was strange, mysterious almost, and silent. That silence only made me more curious to know who he was. Never a stranger caught my attention the way he did. Who was he? I don't know. That was actually the first time I ever saw him. I guess he was just the new guy. And of course, a new face is always intriguing. Who knows what he had to hide? After all, too much silence is not a good thing. 

As for my other friends, I had a few. An elder brother, sort of. His name was Kaleb. We didn't have the same parents. We were actually cousins, kind of distant cousins I guess, but we were as close as could be. He knew all about me like I knew all about him. We told each other everything, and supported each other through everything. Speaking of age, he was younger than me, by six months, but emotionally, he felt like the elder one. He was also very quiet, except if you're close enough to see his fun side. And even though most people agree on it, he never accepts when he's told he's good looking. Then there were Rebekah and Maya. Rebekah was more of the sarcastic, pretty and fun person. Always here to tease but also to support and help. She was kind of like an elder sister. She was also one of the strongest people I've ever met, emotionally. As for Maya, she was a good student, straight A's, who could also be very fun. She's always ready when we talk about vacation. None of us ever understood where her straight A's came from. She was very cute, but also very responsible and mature most of the time. Finally we had Ryan and Chris. The two boys of the group who were completely different from one another. Ryan was kinda the cool guy who loves cars and motorcycles, typical boy. He didn't seem serious in studies either but his results also always were good, though he wouldn't agree. However talking to him was easy as he always made an effort to understand what the other is feeling. And Chris, well he was special. Chris was the guy that could do anything. He knew how to take public transport in a country none of us knew, god knows how. He was the responsible, always here for everyone kind of guy and always felt like the elder brother of the group, or at least that's how I saw him. We always knew we could count on him, even to buy us snacks in the middle of the night because of our midnight stress crisis. 

Summary: Kaleb, Kayra, Maya, Rebekah, Ryan, Chris, and the new guy. And that's it, just a bunch of school friends, and stranger who I knew absolutely nothing about, not even his name, but was planning to know him better, hopefully. That's pretty much all my life is about. Nothing extra, and nothing interesting. Just a simple, not so ordinary, teenage girl who needed to figure out why her life was as weird as could be, with a bunch of 'normal' friends. I guess my life began pretty simply. I was not normal, anyone could see that. I seemed normal, but I had a whole other world in my head. A world of magic and fairytales that I used to escape my daily family drama. Somehow I always felt like I was meant to do something bigger than be a regular person. I wanted to really be someone, to do something meaningful. I once asked my parents to take me to a psychologist. Most of you must be thinking, why would she even ask that? Well, I guess that's what my parents thought too, they laughed and joke, not realising just how serious I was. Today I think I should be glad they didn't.

When our normal adolescent lives are destroyed by a sudden war, we are forced to run and question everything we ever took for granted. Underestimating the part we are to play in this battle, how well can we survive the challenges we are about to face?

Vihaan Kashyap
I've been lost in my own thoughts since yesterday morning. I hope it's perfectly normal to like a beautiful stranger after the first date. Especially when she has kissed me. I know it wasn't a kiss on my lips and also it wasn't an official date but whatever it was, however, it was, it was perfect. All I know is that I can keep on meeting her like this at Marine Drive for the rest of my life and not have a single thing changed. It's just perfect!
I tried to sleep when I came back home, but I just couldn't. I was turning into this professional-level daydreamer. I drank 5 cups of strong coffee so that I wouldn't fall asleep on the set. We had a ten o'clock shoot and I'm sure the stylist made me look less of a zombie. I had a few hours to get a shower, little breakfast, more coffee, and how can I possibly forget my newly acquired talent: daydreaming (about her. Obviously!).
So today, I am sitting on my chair, just like yesterday, beside the director who is blabbering something and I am simply nodding. How can I say something when I don't understand a thing as to what is being said as I am drooling for I see her sitting on the director's chair instead of him and turn red at the one-liners that I am firing at her. I'm smiling like a foolish person when someone clicks their fingers near my ear giving me a start. I look at her. It's Charlie. We are working on this project together as co-actors.
"Were you even listening?" she asked sitting on the director's chair. It's then that I realize that it's been a while since the director has left to check a few things while I was just sitting and nodding. Idiot.
"I kinda missed it," I said rubbing the back of my head.
She laughed. I gave her a shut-the-fuck-up look. Her laughter turned into giggles under her breathe. "I'm sorry," she said.
I sat back in the chair going through the script as I'm actually wondering what's wrong with me. "What has to be done here," I ask sheepishly.
"Be thorough with your part and then follow my lead. We'll be perfect like we always are," she said.
There, she has another point, again. We never listen to our directors. I mean, we do, but only for the sake of the plot and knowing the summary otherwise we go with the flow and give a better shot than what is expected. Hence the director doesn't mind working with lazy butts like me and Charlie, in a movie, as a couple, cause we our promising actors and by luck, our movies are definite hits. Not that we've made many movies together.. It's our second movie together and the 3rd movie of her life. Well, her debut was with me and people loved us as a couple. It's the success of that movie and the confidence which I have when working with her which gives me a feeling that this movie will be a definite hit. I love Charlie for all of this.
"What's wrong with you, Kashyap?" she asks to the 'lost' me.
"Nothing," I shrug in my own seat.
"Come on! Tell me," she kept on insisting. "Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me.."
"Fine! Wait," I said, finally, removing my phone from my pocket. She tried to take a sneak-peak at my password but failed. I removed the picture I had clicked of hers secretly while she was talking to her mom and showed it to Charlie. "I met this girl at Marine Drive the other night and I haven't been able to get her out of my head."
"She looks pretty. What's her name?"
"I don't know," I said.
"You said you met her."
"Yeah, I did. We spent the night together."
Her jaw dropped and she yelled at me, "You fucking slept with her?"
"No!" I screamed. "Christ! That did sound wrong, my bad! We spent the night at Marine Drive talking to each other with a safe gap in between us to avoid awkwardness."
"Oh. I see," she said calming down.
"Why," I grinned, "Jealous, are you?"
"You wish," she rolled her eyes.
"Come on! You're so damn jealous," I repeated.
"Go sleep with anyone you filthy animal. I don't really care," she threw the towel in her hand at my face.
"Oh, come on. You'll always love me," I said laughing at her when the cameraman announced, "Charlie, Vihaan, the shot is ready!"

Late at 1 a.m. there is an unexpected silence on the rather busy road of Marine drive, Mumbai. And in that silence there is a girl that comes by to have the company of the mild waves just waiting for the wind to carry away all her pain. Confiding into someone is not her thing. If she really wants to pour her heart out it will be to a complete stranger. At least she won't be worried of being judged by them. What if a completely unexpected stranger gives her a comforting hand? Will they want to meet again? Will she finally understand where her world is? Will he be able to show her that she is worth it? Will they fall in love with each other by the end of the night? Or will they just remain Late Night Marine Drive buddies?

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