This story is all about Joohyun and Eunji , joohyun will help others true her hacking skills while Eunji can see what happened in the future.

This story is all about Joohyun and Eunji , joohyun will help others with her hacking skills while Eunji can see what happened in the future.

"What the hell is this guy thinking...?"

Aileen pulled out the catheter and muttered as he watched Kim Dokja lying down. Fragments of the story were trickling from the bandages.

-For now, this is the only way. I hadn't wanted to use it.

Aileen hurriedly raised her courage, swept up the fragments and took the pulse of the other arm. Kim Dokja's face was pale and no warmth could be felt.

"Bring more story packs! Quickly!"

The people watching ran out of the treatment room at Aileen's cry. Aileen watched the face of the dying Kim Dokja and recalled his last words.

-Just let me die for an hour or so.

-Ah, of course, it isn't really dying. It is just on the verge of dying.

-I really will go to see Kim Namwoon if I die at this time.

-I will trust you. Understood?

Beep― beep―

The story stability levels on the patient stability monitor were dropping sharply. Aileen watched Kim Dokja sleeping with an unknown expression and inserted a new story into his veins.

***

Fortunately, the third stage of Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint was connected properly. Aileen had done her work properly. By the way...

Asmodeus' energy was blazing in front of me. I was in a state of tension, unlike my previous declaration. The opponent was 'Asmodeus.' I felt a bit of regret for using words that were too impressive at the beginning but now it was too late for regret. Asmodeus finally opened his mouth.

[Demon King of Salvation?]

I nodded with Yoo Jonghyuk's head. I felt Yoo Jonghyuk's soul struggling in one corner of the ego but I forced him to fall asleep. Yoo Jonghyuk couldn't pop out at this time.

[I am the Demon King of Salvation.]

The use of my true voice consumed an excessive amount of probability but I pretended to be calm. I deliberately used my true voice in order to not be pushed back by his momentum. The bonus was that maintaining my true voice made me look strong. Asmodeus glanced at me with surprise and asked again.

[...He is really your incarnation?]

[That's right.]

The unconscious Yoo Jonghyuk would be furious if he knew this but I didn't think and said it anyway. There was no better answer in the current situation. At least, that's what I thought.

[I didn't hear that you have such an incarnation.]

[Your information network seems to be slower than I thought. This person is my incarnation.]

Asmodeus had definitely come here to 'talk' with me. The credibility of his words couldn't be determined but this was the only way for Yoo Jonghyuk to survive. If he really came to 'talk', he wouldn't do anything unnecessary like touching my incarnation.

[Hrmm...]

Asmodeus didn't seem to accept my words as his energy gradually became strong. I desperately recalled the information about Asmodeus that I knew.

「 An indulgent madman. 」

「 A member of the gourmet association. 」

「 He has a slight acquaintance with the Underworld of Olympus. 」

「 The owner of crooked libido. 」

There were a few things that could be of some help but there was nothing I could use right now. Either way, it would be best to solve this confrontation as smoothly as possible. I raised my senses as much as possible and searched the vicinity for anything that could help me. The only thing that stood out was the small stuffed doll attached to my shoulders.

...What is this? That jerk Yoo Jonghyuk actually collected such things? Then the doll suddenly looked at me.

[The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' is so moved she has a nosebleed.]

...Wait. Surely this doll...

[The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' is rubbing her cheek against you.]

The doll softly touched Yoo Jonghyuk's cheek and I felt it through Yoo Jonghyuk's body. I was panicked. Why was Uriel here?

Asmodeus opened his mouth. [I guess the rumours are true if you're not shrinking back before my 'status.' You became 'narrative-grade' in the tenth scenario... I can't believe it is true.]

[I don't know. It might be more than rumours.]

I pulled the Uriel doll and quickly hid her in my arms. The atmosphere was strange but it would be difficult if Uriel did something. Asmodeus licked his lips.

[Huhu, the story about your tongue seems true. It is to my taste. By the way... how are you alive? I heard from the constellations that you died.]

[I have good luck.]

[...You also like having secrets.]

[I hate people who keep trying to pry secrets from me.]

[Is this person your new incarnation? I heard that children are your taste.]

[What bullshit is that?]

[Then my hard work preparing this wasn't worthwhile.]

Asmodeus smiled at me in a charming manner while looking down at his child's incarnation body. He had the appearance of a pretty child. If Han Myungoh was right, this child must be Han Myungoh's daughter. Fortunately, she didn't resemble Han Myungoh at all.

[There seems to be some misunderstanding... many false rumours have spread.]

The rumours spread about me taking Shin Yoosung as my incarnation. He understood what I was saying and Asmodeus smiled at Yoo Jonghyuk's face.

[Indeed, I can bend my taste if it is this beautiful body.]

At this point, it was clear that a normal conversation was impossible. I spoke roughly. "Stop talking with your true voice. There won't be any incarnations left around me."

[Why?]

"This is now my industrial complex. I want you to stop killing my citizens."

Officially, Gilobat died because of 'Kim Dokja' and this became my industrial complex.

[You are the new owner of the industrial complex.]

In fact, these messages were actually rising. Of course, I actually needed a good excuse to stop using my true voice. Asmodeus spoke with a small smile, "Hrmm, yes. I'm sorry."

Asmodeus did it half-heartedly but he was polite when he had a purpose. At least, until his purpose was met.

"Then why did you come for me?"

"It sounds like you already know. Right?"

"...How should I know? I'm not a prophet."

"I know you have a similar power to the prophet of Asgard."

He was probably talking about Anna Croft. I didn't know how much of my story had spread and twisted. Whatever the rumours, it was clear that now was the time to lay the foundation on this side.

"Maybe it is because of the 'Demon King Selection.'"

Asmodeus grinned at the answer. It wasn't hard to guess. It was because shortly after the industrial complex had fallen, the following message was heard.

[You are currently a 'Demon King Candidate' of the 73rd Demon Realm.]

[A new scenario is currently pending.]

"Are you aiming for a new throne?"

"Huh? I already have the 32nd Demon Realm. It is pointless to gain one with a lower rank."

"Then what?"

"I want to help you become a new demon king."

As expected, he said it. Han Myungoh had told me something similar.

-The demon king... he told me to make the '73rd Demon King' with my own hands.

I thought for a moment before shaking my head. "I'm sorry but I don't need help. I currently have no desire to participate in the competition."

"I don't think you have the veto rights? You have to participate in the selection as soon as you become a duke."

"I can survive with my own strength."

"Well, you might've been lucky until now. Will it continue in the future?"

"..."

"Do you think Duke Melledon and Bercan have the same thoughts as you?"

It was known that nebulae were already attached to them. They were also nebulae hostile towards me. Asmodeus laughed. "You need my help. You will die if you refuse.

It was unknown who would kill me but he seemed certain I would die. Fucking bastard. Did he come all this way only to grab my ankle?

[A small number of constellations are watching your choice.]

[The constellation 'Prisoner of the Golden Headband' is watching your choice.]

[The constellation who likes to change sex is watching your choice.]

I moved to this location and asked Biyoo to expand the channel. Thus, the constellations were watching my choice. Most constellations felt reluctant towards demon kings. My future story would be determined depending on the choice I made here.

I took a calm breath and asked, "Is your purpose the giant story?"

Something stirred in Asmodeus' eyes at my words.

"...I'm surprised that you already know about such a thing."

"It is the only reason why guys like you would cut off their nose in the blink of an eye."

I smiled bitterly.

A giant story. If the stories I had accumulated so far were in the category of general stories, there was a new field in the Star Stream called giant stories. For example, things like Olympus' Gigantomachia and Asgard's Ragnarok.

By building a small stake in a giant story, the constellations could gain enormous power and probability. If they occupied a large stake then they would become a huge power. This was why the constellations rushed with fiery eyes every time the apocalypse scenario occurred.

The Demon World's 'Demon King Selection' was one such giant story. It wasn't comparable to Gigantomachia but it was large compared to general stories.

Asmodeus nodded. "You are correct. I need the shares of a giant story."

Asmodeus was already a demon king and belonged to a higher level scenario, so he couldn't participate in the selection. However, he could help me in exchange for a 'stake' in the story.

Originally I would've refused the proposal. The giant story that could be accumulated through the Demon King Selection would become the key foundation for my future fight against the nebulae. If I gave a share in it to the wrong person, it was likely I wouldn't be able to obtain anything. 

However, Yoo Jonghyuk of the 12th regression had mumbled. 

「 'At that time, we shouldn't have pretended to support the Demon King Asmodeus.'」

I wanted to grab the collar of the 12th regression Yoo Jonghyuk and ask what he meant, but the person now was only in the third regression.

In the end, I had to make a choice. Should I grab the hand of the demon king or not?

I slowly opened my mouth.

TL: Rainbow Turtle

Only I know the end of this world.
One day our MC finds himself stuck in the world of his favorite webnovel. What does he do to survive? It is a world struck by catastrophe and danger all around.
His edge? He knows the plot of the story to end. Because he was the sole reader that stuck with it. Read his story to see how he survives!

Harith and Alucard is getting ready to go an adventure 
 
Harith:Alucard where we will go?

Alucard:To the temple of magic

Harith:But why we need to go there?

Alucard:Just wait

And they went off to go to the magic temple

And before leave they hear a sream of girl

Alucard:What the... who is that!

Harith:Is Guinevere Baroque she is part of the royal family

Alucard:How do you know that her

Harith:She come here always to get some fruit of there mother

Alucard:But there are super rich?

Harith:Yes but i heared that his mom is evil

Alucard:Whaaaat!?

Harith:Yes i was shocked to when heard that story. And they said Guinivere Mother is athere than Miss Alice

Alucard:Okay that is so shocking

Alucard:Hey Harith let's help Guinevere

Harith:Sure why not

And they help Guinevere to get some fruits

Alucard:Hello Guinevere may we help you

Guinevere:Yes but can you call me ms. violet

Alucard Yes madam!!

Guinevere:Thanks for the help 

Both Alucard and Harith:No problem madam

Guinevere:Can you two stop calling me madam its ms. violet

Alucard:Yes ms. violet

Harith:Ms.violet can i ask you a quick question

Guinevere:Yes

Harith:Can you tell us what is her name

Guinevere:Its Alice Baroque

Harith:(What the... the story is true the cruel mom of Ms. violet is athere than Miss Alice)

Guinevere:I am gonna go now bye

Guinevere:If you wanna meet my mom just go to thw castle bye

And Guinevere went to the castle of the Baroque

Alucard:The story is true harith

Harith:Yes

Alucard:Do you wanna go to the castle?

Harith:Yes but i will go for investigations

Harith and Alucard went to the castle of the
Baroque

Alucard:This castle is pretty nice so majestic

Harith:(Mmmmm...  where is miss alice i can't find her)

Alucard:Hey harith we were just in time miss alice will go down that stairs

Harith:(What!!!  that is not miss Alice? maybe she shapeshift)

Alucard:Hey... that is miss alice? looks like were wrong okay let's go back to go to the magic temple

Harith:Okay fine

Mane listened intently as Ananse lectured him on God Academies, all the while wondering why his parents, and even his masters had never told him any of this before.
"But God Academies aren't just institutions" Ananse smiled mysteriously as she took a sip of the beverage that was on the table before them. Mane ignored the table. It was likely a product of Indra's imagination, and would disappear once Ananse didn't need it. He also ignored the fact that Ananse was drinking when they really didn't feel any hunger in this strange space. Besides, she was a god. She didn't need to eat. So if she wanted to fake taking a drink, then that was her own issue.
"To remain as neutral as possible, God Academies aren't located on any major or minor worlds. They are their own worlds."
Mane's expression was a sight to behold. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was no different- you could fight an egg in it. "They are that large?" he stuttered
"Not really. The academies are worlds, that much is true. But they are way smaller than true worlds. Even Zandor is far larger than any of these worlds." Ananse clarified.
"True worlds?" Mane picked out the part of the explanation that stood out, and was eager to know more.
"Yes, true worlds. These worlds are those that have always been around, and weren't created by creator gods. False worlds on the other hand are not as large as true worlds, mainly because they were made by creator gods." Ananse explained
False worlds were worlds that were made by gods who specialized in creation. They weren't large because it was impossible for most creator gods to sustain a large world. They were small, about the size of a kingdom.
"Oh, I see" Mane's eyes lit up upon finally understanding the difference between the two types of worlds. He was fascinated by the prospect of creating a world though. And he seemed to understand a bit about Indra's power now. The green-eyed god was capable of creating a separate space, one detached from the universe. Although Indra wasn't a God of Creation, he seemed to have ties to one. This made it possible for him to achieve such a feat. Mane couldn't help but wonder if his parents had any such skills. If they did, that would be very cool. And even better, he may be able to inherit that skill
"So you're telling me all this because you want me to enroll into one of these academies" Mane pondered?
Ananse didn't give a straight answer. Rather she proceeded to speak about Mane's parents. "Your parents, just like you, were students of the Wielders Academy in their youth. Your father moved to this planet after his mother died, and your mother moved here under the constant badgering of your grandfather."
This was the first time Mane was hearing such a story. He knew that his parents met in the academy in their youthful days, but he wasn't sure why they did. His father wasn't Zandorian. He wasn't even born here. His mother was the same. He had no idea why they came to Zandor, and he didn't bother to ask why. It was his first time hearing that his mother was brought to this planet forcefully. Her father, Mane's grandfather, was the culprit behind her move to this small planet. Mane couldn't help but wonder who his grandfather was. After all, he was a being capable of transferring his mother to another planet just because he wanted to.
"Your father moved here because his guardian decided it would be best for him to receive the heritage of a powerful god that was hidden in the premises of the Wielders Academy. Your grandfather urged your mother here for the same purpose. That was how they met. They eventually accomplished their goals, receiving the blessing of the deceased god after searching the school premises discretely for several years. Once they did, they felt that there was nothing more to glean from the lean camel that was the Wielders Association."
Mane listened intently to the story. It was fascinating to hear about his parents' past. Even better was that he wasn't hearing it from them. Mane didn't question his parents on the issue of their backstory simply because he didn't want to hear it from them. He remembered the first time he made the mistake of asking them to fill him in on their story. What started as a history lesson, quickly turned into a love story that made him cringe. He vowed on that day to never make such a mistake again. But what surprised him was the fact that his father had a guardian. His father never mentioned that to him. Mane couldn't help but wonder who this person was.
"My father's guardian, who was he" Mane interjected, interrupting Ananse's story? "You mean, 'who is he'" Ananse smirked playfully in reply?
Mane watched her with a stunned expression on his face. "Don't ask me anymore. I'm not the best person to reveal that to you." Ananse stopped him from asking anymore questions. Mane respected her decision, so he didn't follow up with another question. But he couldn't help but wonder who his father's guardian was. Was it Uncle Jake? Or was there someone else?
Ananse payed no heed to what was going through Mane's head. She decided to continue with her story. "What do you think they did once they felt that they couldn't possibly get anything more from the Wielders Academy" she questioned?
"They attended a Gods Academy" Mane answered with certainty. There was no way that wouldn't be the answer.
"Yes. They attended one of the top God Academies at the time. And they excelled. They are actually regarded as legends in that place." Ananse announced, and Mane looked at her strangely.
"What's wrong" she asked, baffled by Mane's expression?
"Well, nothing really. I'm just not buying that" Mane stated.
"You don't believe in God Academies? You don't think your parents are products of such institutions?" She pondered aloud  
"Oh no I get all that, and I believe you" Mane clarified.
"So what is the issue" Ananse pressed?
"Well I can believe it if you say my mother is a legend. But if you include my father, then I'm highly doubtful that is true" Mane stated with an innocent expression.
Indra laughed boisterously at his reply. Ananse smiled wryly after hearing the reasoning of the boy. Mane hadn't been with his parents long. But his father was too silly a man to be recognized as a legend anywhere. He was still struggling to process the fact that his father was worshipped somewhere in the universe. Add that to him being a legend, and Mane was just not sipping from that tall glass of water.
"Believe it or not kid, your father is highly respected in several parts of the universe. His tales are legendary." Indra said after he finally got himself to stop laughing. Mane was living with Ray, so he got to see the side of the Brute King that many did not have the privilege to witness. It wasn't strange that Mane found it hard to believe that the silly father he was living with was a respected somebody in the universe.
"Indra is right. Your father is highly respected in the myriad of realms." Ananse affirmed. "Now let's talk about how these academies accept students. Due to the fact that they are their own worlds, they are pretty match detached from most of the universe. But they have liaisons in several major worlds. These worlds hold tests and entrance examinations for those younger than nineteen years of age. Once you pass these tests, you gain admission into the academy. They have teleportation portals to send their new students to the academy. But that is the regular way to get into the academy"
Although Ananse made it sound simple, Mane was certain that these so called 'tests' were nothing short of difficult. After all, there was no way entering a prestigious academy would be easy. But he didn't say anything, choosing to listen patiently for her to mention the other method.
"The second way to get into the academy is relatively simple. You only need a letter of recommendation from a god, and you would gain admission."

"My heritage is a strange one, my destiny even stranger. My journey is not for the faint hearted, and even my friends cannot truly be trusted. Yet I will come out on top, for I am the Supreme"

Our story starts on the planet of Zandor, as a young boy realizes that his path isn't as simple as it seems. Follow Mane as he strives to understand what it means to be a Supreme, and uncover the reason why so many gods want him dead.

"Did your mother mentioned the name of the goddess she met?" 

Noraya tilted her head on the side, trying to remember the old story her mother told her. "Hmnn. I can't quite remember." Her brows were creased and glanced at her. "Why do you want to know?" 

She secretly swallowed. Her nervousness was making her hands sweaty and trembling. She firmly gripped the sides of her shirt to hide her nerves from Noraya. "The story seems interesting." She smiled at her, trying not to show her anxiousness. "It is not usual to human to encounter such encounters with, you know, spirits and out of this world beings." She made her tone cheerful. 

"Uh-huh! My mother encountered a lot of weird beings. But she said her most memorable was her encounter with this goddess. I just can't remember her name. She gave my mother a gift before she went back to her world. Now I remember." Noraya scratch her temple while trying to remember the story.

Macrena held her breath. "A gift? What kind of gift? How did the goddess go back home?" Her pulse was palpitating at a faster speed than usual. She suppressed the urge to hurry Noraya to tell the whole story. She doesn't want her to see her getting anxious about the story. 

"I remember it was a mirror from her world. My mother gave it to me when she died." 

"Do you still have it?" She wanted to pull Noraya's hair now in frustration. Why does she not just tell the whole story? Just tell the entire story, so she doesn't have to keep asking questions. Her anxiety and curiosity were giving her a heart attack! 

"I think I kept it at home. I just don't remember where I put it." 

Macrena sat next to Noraya and grab her hands, showing how eager she was to hear the whole story. If she can't pretend to be calm, might as well show her her excitement, maybe it will work for her to tell the story. "So, how did your mother meet the goddess?" 

Noraya sighed. She can see the eagerness in her eyes to know the story of the goddess. 

"So, according to my mother…"
-----
Twenty-seven years ago. Noraya was a six-month-old baby at that time. 

Kandela creased her brows when she saw a passed-out woman in front of her shop. She stopped the baby stroller she was pushing on the side of the hallway and stoop down to the woman who was unconsciously leaned on the door of her shop. 

"Miss!" she shook the woman's shoulder. "Are you okay?" 

The woman wearily opened her eyes and looked around. "Where am I?" Alteya asked the woman looking down on her.  Although the splitting pain in her head was already gone, she still felt dizzy. 

"You passed out in front of my shop. Are you feeling okay? Can you get up?" Kandela asked the woman who was still sitting on the door. 

"Ah, yes." She wearily tried to stand up. Kandela held her elbow to help her stand up. 

"You can come inside and have some rest for now." Kandela offered to the woman. 

Alteya nodded and waited till the woman opened the door of the shop and pushed the baby trolley inside the shop. She looked around the shop. It was obviously a psychic's office with all the mythical creatures embroidered in the tapestry that covers the windows. Images of the constellation and the zodiacs, some candles, and incense. She sat down on the sofa in the middle of the living room. 

"How are you feeling?" Kandela came back from the back room with a glass of water in her hands. "Here, have some water first." 

"Thank you." She took the glass of water from her hands and had a sip. She put the glass in the middle table after. "I came to see you." She said without any hesitation. 

"You came to see me? Did someone recommend me to you?" Kandela asked the beautiful woman. She looked at her face. She had a small face framed with long blonde hair that was freely hanging from her back. Her blue eyes were bright and gazing at her with kindness. Her eyelashes were beautifully curved around that bright blue eyes. Delicately sculpted nose and lips. She looks like a goddess from heaven. 

The beautiful creature smiled and nodded. "I need your help." 
-----
"' I have never seen such a beautiful creature in my life.' That was my mother said when she saw the woman." Noraya said, remembering the sparkling eyes of her mother while she was telling the story to her. 

"And?" Macrena leaned more to Noraya. 

"Well, that was it." Noraya shrugged her shoulders. "She said the goddess asked for her help to make a potion or some liquid medicine. Then the goddess left after she got what she needed and gave my mother the mirror as a gift." 

Macrena pouted her lips. "That was it? How about the medicine? How long did the goddess stayed in this world?" she really felt disappointed in the story. What was the medicine for? Why did she need a human help? 

"Haha," Noraya made a cheeky laugh seeing the pretty face of Macrena plastered with disappointment like a child deprived of candy. "That was all my mother told me. She did not tell me how long the goddess stayed and how did she left. I did not ask her before. I thought the story was ridiculous." 

Noraya stood up from the sofa and looked at the clock on the wall. "It's time to go home. We have to drop by the grocery first." She said while fixing her bag. She looked at the woman still seated on the sofa, not moving. Her face was still making a disappointed look. She couldn't help but admire her face. Even she was pouting, her face still emanates kindness. She couldn't understand herself, but she thinks this woman looks like a goddess too. 

"Macrena, let's go!" 

She blinked a few times breaking from the dissatisfied feeling that she had upon hearing the incomplete story of Noraya about the goddess. She let out a long sighed. 

"You must be really interested in the story, huh?" 

"Yes, I feel like the story has something to do with where I came from." She murmured to herself without realizing that Noraya heard it. 

"What did you say?" Noraya was looking at her with wide eyes. 

She looked at her, confused. "What did I say?" 

"Yeah! You said something like the story of the goddess has something to do with you. From where you are?!" 

She blinked. She did not realize that she had said something out of her consciousness. Noraya now is looking at her with probing eyes. She might not say it, but she knew that she was demanding an explanation. 

She let out a nervous laugh. "I did not realize I am muttering nonsense!" She hoped for her not to notice her nervousness. She had never felt so startled in her life. Macrena, the queen goddess, was struggling to escape from the quizzical look of Noraya, a human. 

Noraya still not convinced, always looking at her. "Tell me, where did you come from? Why are you asking too many questions about the goddess? You are not even sure if the story is true." She grew suspicious about the woman. 

The barrage of questions coming from Noraya made her pulse out of the average speed again. 

"Come to think about it. You just showed up unconscious beside that garbage bin, no identity, or whatsoever. Yet you have a hundred thousand jewelry! Isn't that absurd?!" Noraya's curiosity about her grew so big that her heart was beating loud on her chest. 

Noraya started to connect the story of her mother and the circumstances of Macrena. Now, she thinks that she was a goddess too?! Which she can not believe it herself. She has always been logical in analyzing and making her decisions. This story does not make sense to her. 

Macrena made a long sigh. "I just feel like the story was interesting. I heard a similar story before too. So, I got curious and wanted to know if the story is true." she calmly answered her. She knew that Noraya tends to exaggerate. This time, she was turning more suspicious about her. She was hoping that she would calm down. 

It's a risk if she tells her identity now. She believes that if the goddess who met Noraya's mother gave her a mirror as a gift, she might recognize it if it came from her world. 

She needs to see the mirror first and see how will Noraya will react, then she will decide if she could tell her the truth. They just started to get along; she might kick her out of her house if she knew the truth. 

"What story?" Noraya calms down a little bit. Seeing how calm Macrena was, she felt embarrassed about how she felt suspicious about her without asking correctly. 

She sighed a sigh of relief. At least she calmed down a little. "About a goddess who walked out from the other world through a portal. I am not sure if it was the same goddess that your mother saw." She was talking about her dream about her mother. 

"Is there a story like that? I haven't heard that yet." Now she got curious. Maybe the story was true. 

"That's what I know. The goddess walked through a portal going to the human world. I didn't know what happened to her or how did she come back to her world. When you told me about your mother's story, I thought it was quite like the story I heard." She was not lying, though. 

Noraya finally back to her usual self. "If there's a story like that, maybe it was true. Now, I feel sorry for my mom for not believing her." 

"Why did you not believe her. Didn't you said, she was handed a mirror gift from the goddess." She stood up now and started fixing herself too. Because of that exciting story, they forgot that they were about to go home. 

Noraya just shrugged and walked to the shop's door, waiting for her to step out. "I just thought the story was ridiculous and did not really believe in the mirror. Besides, the mirror was nothing but ordinary." 

"Ah…" she simply nodded. She didn't question anymore to instigate another misunderstanding. 

Before going home, they went to a grocery store first and bought ingredients for their dinner. Noraya volunteered to cook dinner since she prepared their breakfast. 

Macrena helped Noraya prepared their dinner since she has nothing to do anyway. While making dinner, Noraya happily shared her experiences as a psychic and how did she end up being one even she hated it. 

"Before my mother died, she made me swear not to sell the shop and continue the business. I had no choice back then, and now I am scared that mom will visit me from her grave and scold me if I stop the business." 

"You're scared of ghosts?" she teased. The atmosphere in the kitchen is light and friendly.

Noraya nodded without shame. "I just can't bear the creepy feeling." She shrugged her shoulders and rubbed her arms where her hair stood up. 

She laughed. "Isn't it being a part of being a psychic? To feel the unseen forces?" 

"I can never get used to it." She shrugged her shoulder again. 

When they were finished eating their dinner, they washed up and got ready for bed. 

They were already lying on the bed when Noraya suddenly sat up from the bed. 

"What's wrong?" startled she sat up too. 

"I think I put it here," Noraya mumbled to herself and stood up and started searching for something in her closet. 

"What are you looking for." She was confused. Why was she suddenly searching up for something when they were about to sleep? 

"Oh, I found it." She pulled out an object from one of the boxes in her closet. She climbed back up on her bed. "Look at this." She called Macrena to show the object she took from the box. 

Macrena curiously got down from her bed and sat down beside Noraya in her bed. In Noraya's hand is a circular hand mirror. 

"Here." Noraya handed her the mirror. "It's the mirror I am talking about."

She took it from her and took a good look. The handle and the frame were made of pure gold. Ivy leaves and butterflies were intricately engraved on the frame down to the handle. On the base of the stem, there it was! The emblem she wanted to see. The runic symbol of equilibrium and a crown above it. There was no mistake. It is the Ranti clan's emblem!

The queen goddess Macrena was wrongly accused by her loathsome uncle of killing an innocent human being, which is against the law of the land of Akijam. She was banished from the kingdom and thrown out to the mortal world. 

Feeling wrongly accused, she vowed to get her throne back from her power greedy uncle. 

Will her greedy uncle let her take back the throne? 

Will she ever had a chance to rule over again her parent's kingdom? 

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"An editor… thank you for the compliment, although I'm not sure I quite understand." Seiji tilted his head.
He didn't understand what Editor Yoshizawa meant by that. Although he knew that she was praising him, he didn't know just what he did that was so praiseworthy.
Saki merely smiled upon seeing his confused expression.
What was an excellent editor supposed to be like?
Different people would have different answers to this question.
When Saki was still new to the editing job, she had discussed this question with Head Editor Souzou Hattori before. His response had left her with a deep impression.
"An excellent editor doesn't need to be good at everything. The editor only needs to be good at the basics, but these 'basics' aren't so easy to truly be good at.
"Let's take talking things over with the author as an example. Many people believe that an excellent editor should be able to accurately assess a story and give the author some good recommendations to help the author improve the story. Or, if the story is a failure, the editor should help motivate the author and encourage the author to remain passionate and continue writing… This view on how editors should be isn't wrong, but I don't believe it to be entirely correct, either.
"Reviewing a story, giving authors advice, reassuring the author, or encouraging the author, none of these are the 'basics.' They're add-on parts to an editor's job. Of course, it'll be good if an editor is good at these things, and if they're not good, an average level is fine as well, as long as the editor doesn't mess things up.
"I personally believe that there are two parts to the 'basics' of communicating with authors. The first is to help the author understand the current situation, and the second is to help the author recognize him or herself.
"The first part is relatively easier to do a good job on, but the second is much harder.
"Being able to do a good job at helping an author to understand the current situation means this person passes as an editor. However, being able to help the author recognize him or herself, if someone can do good at this, that makes them an excellent editor, and it doesn't matter even if this editor is average at everything else. At the very least, while I'm the Head Editor here, I'll view any editors that are capable of doing this as my top editors.
"Although the group of people known as authors seem to have many similarities, they're actually all unique personalities. Also, their true personalities are typically contained within themselves, and very few of them will express their true personalities. In fact, it's difficult to ascertain whether or not an author's personality on the surface is their true personality or not.
"Being able to help an author understand him or herself, know what type of person they are, and just what they want to create, as well as what they're capable of creating… Being able to ignite the author's passion and talent and create a story that's suitable for the author's personality, or even surpasses the author's talent, this type of editor is quite rare.
"After all, being able to see through to an author's true personality, and use the right wording to help the author come to a realization, such a thing is truly difficult to accomplish," Head Editor Hattori sighed as he said those words with sincerity.
At the time, Saki was still only a newcomer and didn't quite understand what the Head Editor had meant, but she remembered those words.
After she slowly got used to the job of an editor, she gradually began to understand what the Head Editor meant.
To help an author understand him or herself was truly difficult.
Some author's personalities were easy to understand, and some were difficult to understand. Some of the ones that were easy to understand might not even be the author's true personality. And even if the editor was able to understand the author's personality quite clearly, helping the author to recognize himself was an even more difficult task.
Even if one told the author directly, the author may not be able to accept or comprehend, and the author might even resist or become angry. Only the precisely right wording would be able to accomplish the task.
Yet, such a difficult task was accomplished so naturally by the boy before her!
"I actually said nothing more than a bunch of useless words, which at most helped him to recognize his own willpower."–'Those aren't useless words at all, nor was it something to be described as 'at most,' Harano… no, Haruta-kun.' Saki was truly praising him in her heart.
She didn't explain things to him, because he wasn't an editor, and she knew that he had no interest in becoming an editor. It was fine if only she knew.
After splitting up from Editor Yoshizawa, Seiji went and purchased a drawing tablet to use with his computer before he returned home.
After he returned home, he immediately told Shika that he had been victorious in the little competition, and showed her his drawing as well as Demon Soldier Sensei's drawing.
"This Sensei is a good artist as well, but Brother Seiji's drawing is still better as I expected," Shika said sincerely. "I'm really looking forward to Brother's completed artwork for all the insert art."
"That will take quite a while to completely finish. I'll go as fast as I can, so that we can publish quicker." Seiji smiled and showed her the drawing tablet that he had just purchased.
"If I use this, I'll be able to draw on the computer, which will be more convenient. This will improve my speed without making my quality suffer."
Afterwards, he went to the study and connected the drawing tablet to his computer and tried using it out.
After he confirmed that the drawing tablet worked properly, Seiji opened up his self-named dating sim system and exchanged for an [Art card – Drawing tablets].
A new card appeared in front of him. It had a black shadow smoothly drawing on a whiteboard, continuously drawing various scenes.
Seiji laid on his bed and activated the card, which transformed into a light that shot into his brain.
He had the same feeling as when he activated [Writing] cards previously. His brain felt like it heated up for a moment before seemingly coming to a sudden realization.
He sat down in front of his computer again, opened up the relevant software, and picked up the drawing tablet and pen.
When he put pen to tablet, he was able to smoothly draw lines without any novice unfamiliarity that should have come from learning to use a drawing tablet for the first time.
His drawing speed had indeed increased.
There wasn't a huge increase like after he activated the [Writing] card, but he felt that was only natural, since he was still drawing by hand after all.
After a while, Seiji discovered that not only did his speed increase, his drawing quality had evidently increased as well!
Compared to drawing on paper, drawing on the computer using a drawing tablet made it easier for him to add details, which helped to increase the quality of his artwork.
'Very nice.'
Seiji immersed himself in drawing.
Later that night, Seiji who was still immersed in drawing received a phone call.
The caller ID showed that the call was from Airi Fuuma.
He recalled the figure of that little girl who had short sky-blue hair and a sweet-looking face, and immediately picked up the call.
"Good evening, onii-chan…" A nervous sounding voice greeted him.
"Good evening, Fuuma-chan."

Airi recalled the events that happened before with great clarity as she heard this gentle male voice.
When she was panicking, anxious, and scared because she mistakenly believed she had accidentally killed her own older brother, he was the one who had coaxed her and called an ambulance as well as encouraged her to contact her father. He even stayed to accompany her until her father's friend arrived…
A few times after that, Airi kept thinking about if she should contact this gentle princelike big brother who had helped her out. However, due to her various emotions, she didn't manage to work up the courage to call him.
That was, until yesterday, when her parents mentioned inviting him over to their house and thanking him. She immediately volunteered to be the one to contact him.
"Onii-chan, are you free tomorrow?"
Seiji looked at his computer screen.
"I have something to do, but I'm not completely busy… is something up?"
"Daddy and mommy said that they would like to invite you over to our house for dinner."
'Dinner… they probably want to thank me.' Seiji mulled it over.
"Sure." He agreed to go.


Translator note: Apologies to the readers. This series is currently on hiatus. We ask for your understanding!
A 30-year-old Chinese NEET is reincarnated into the body of an otaku that choked to death on instant noodles. As he comes to grips with his new life, he realizes that this world is subtly different from Earth. The denizens of this world are far better looking, and this new world also possesses futuristic technology as well as mysterious Yin Yang masters! 
After reincarnating, he realized that he was endowed with a miraculous game-like system, which enables him to increase his own stats and transcend the limits of the human body. This system even has a game-breaking ability to save and load in real life!
In this new world that’s akin to a 2-D game, he just wants to enjoy life and head for a glorious future... However, he is quickly embroiled in a complex plot. Can he unlock his true potential and utilize his system to break the shackles that confine him and discover the truth about his previous body’s circumstances? 

Years ago, during the rubble and the destruction of Taizhou, Charlotte discovered a light. A light that was warm enough for her to feel even through the cold and desolate night. She knew that she shouldn't feel this kind of comfort as she heard the cries of pain of the people.
But even then, as she rolled her way through the ruined city, she found herself longing for this light. It stood above anything.
And there, as she felt the warmth growing ever stronger, she saw a child amongst the crowd. A child, a small boy that looked eerily similar to her when she was just a young girl. She doesn't if it was because of their similarities, but she instantly felt a sort of connection towards the boy as soon as she saw him.
A connection that she has never felt before, even with her family, even with her now late husband.
And now, 7 years later, that same boy in the crowd was not telling her that he is her son.
"I… am your son."
Viel said as he looked straight towards Charlotte's eyes. His words almost choked Charlotte to death as she felt her chest tightened.
"W… what?", she stuttered.
"See!?", Duke Erik, on the other hand, had a huge smile plastered on his face as he stood up from his seat, "I knew I was not the father!", he hollered as he started running around the guest hall due to his excitement, truly unfitting of a Duke.
His wife, Natalia, quickly reprimanded him and ordered him to sit back down, which he quickly did so without uttering a single word.
"What… are you saying, Viel?", this time, it was Charlotte who stood up from her seat, "That's not a good joke", she chuckled as she slightly waved her hands.
"It's not a joke", Viel shook his head, "Miss Lu Yi told me you're my mother"
"W… who is that?"
Sofia could not help but fix her spectacles as soon as she heard Viel's words.
'Lu Yi told him?', she thought. She was aware that Lu Yi was one of the voices inside Viel's head that were trying to help him. If so, then it must be the truth, Sofia concluded. There was also the fact that Charlotte had the same green flickering lights in her eyes that Viel had.
It must be true, then. She once again repeated in her mind as she stood up from her seat. She gently placed her hand on Viel's shoulder before quickly leaving the guest hall. If Viel was going to tell her the truth, then it was not their place to listen.
Yinji could not help but sigh as she too, left the room. Followed by Violet, and soon, everyone in the room was gone. Except for Duke Erik, Natalia, Charlotte, and Viel.
Even the servants and maids that were waiting on the side left the room, leaving only the four of them inside the guest hall.
Duke Erik quickly let out a sigh as his eyebrows furrowed. "This Miss Lu Yi, who is it?"
"It's… a voice in my head", Viel also sighed.
"See!?", Charlotte felt the weight on her chest lightened a little bit as she let out a tiny chuckle, "Viel is always playing a prank, no need to take him seriously"
Duke Erik, however, stared Viel straight in the eyes. He could feel no doubt, not even a slight hesitation in Viel's eyes. For some reason, Duke Erik felt like Viel was telling the truth.
"How do you know?", he then asked another question.
"Brother!", Charlotte quickly slammed her palm on the table, "This is not a good joke to follo--"
"My grandmother found me in an alley"
"!!!"
Charlotte could not even finish her words before Viel's words reached her ears, and as soon as it did so, she felt a certain breeze journey through her body, making her legs as if cotton as she dropped back to her seat.
"...", Natalia could not help but squint her eyes. What exactly is going on? She thought.
"It was a dark alley, she found me surrounded in a pool of blood"
Viel's eyes slightly trembled as sorrow started to fill them. He was recalling a story. A story that should have been a memory of a story.
It was confusing, but it is also the truth. This story was something he heard from Sofia. She told him that his grandparents told him the story of how they found him before his grandmother passed away.
It was confusing, but the look on Viel's heavy eyes was clear as he continued to tell the story.
"...And in that pool of blood, my grandmother found me lying on top of a woman. She told me how little I was, how small", Viel could not help but smile. He doesn't remember Grandma Ling's face, but still, she imagined how she would tell him the story.
"And the woman was beautiful, a westerner. Even with her hair covered in blood, it's lush and gleaming golden color still reflected the moon…
...and there was a huge wound on her back"
"!!!", Charlotte could not help but let out a gasp as she covered her mouth. Countless thoughts were racing in her mind. The woman in Viel's story. It was definitely her. But how? Did Viel hear what happened to her from someone?
"But… I wasn't pregnant then…", a whisper stuttered from her breath.
"What!?", Duke Erik's voice was filled with concern, "So his story is true!? And why did you have a wound on your back!?"
"Y… yes", Charlotte stuttered, "An accident happened and I was left in an alley… but I wasn't pregnant!", she bellowed as she turned her attention back to Viel.
Viel only shrugged his shoulders, "That's as far as the story goes", he said, "They told me that they went back for you, but you were no longer there"
"That…", the weight in Charlotte's chest returned as she felt her breaths hesitate. Viel's story clearly matched the events that happened to her. But him being her son was still impossible.
"I--"
She was going to open her mouth, but before she could do so, she remembered what the physician told her the first time she woke up from the accident. This was a memory that she was forcefully trying to hide.
A memory that was hidden deep within the darkness of her mind. Her jaws started to tremble and her throat quickly dried up.
She remembers now.
She… was indeed pregnant. The physician told her that she bled through her privates. She had been hiding this memory since it resurfaced the most painful moments of her life. She was pregnant, and the only possible father was that monster, Li Zhao. She gave him her chastity.
But it was a miscarriage. The physician clearly told her.
A miscarriage…
"Kyah!"
Charlotte then suddenly screamed as a flash of bright light entered her eyes. She covered her face, but still, the bright light kept flashing in front of her.
"Charlotte!", Duke Erik quickly rushed towards his sister as she continued to let out screams of anguish. "W… what's happening to you!?"
Charlotte's whole body trembled as the bright flashes continued to blind her even with her eyes closed.
Memories. They were flashes of memories. She was hearing the voices of men, men that seemed to want to take advantage of her, she felt weak and couldn't resist.
She also remembered feeling discomfort on her stomach as a warm feeling trailed in between her legs.
"No… no!", Charlotte started pulling her hair as she wanted the painful memories to go away.
Charlotte then saw what seemed like a puddle of blood squirming in the ground. It moved and rippled until it resembled the shape of… a human baby.
"!!!"
This shape grew, and it's grey-like color whittled, to be replaced by the lush redness of the skin. And on top of its head, were small strands of golden hair.
"No…"
And then, the baby suddenly opened its mouth and called for its mother.
"N… no"
And then once again, she returned to the memories of men that wanted to take advantage of her. But before they could do so, she heard their screams. She remembered hearing different voices, but none were clear.
She remembered the baby being pulled away from her, only to crawl its way back.
Mother… Love... Words that it whispered into her ears.
She then heard the voice of an old woman, checking up on her before taking her baby away.
"No… I'm alive…"
"Charlotte? What's happening to you?"
"I'm alive!"
Duke Erik and Natalia could not help but panic as Charlotte started screaming, her tears dropping to the ground.
"Don't take… don't take my baby!"
Charlotte continued to scream as she pushed his brother and Natalia away. She screamed as her legs slowly walked their way towards Viel, reaching for him and hugging him as soon as he was within her reach.
"Please… my baby, don't take my baby…"
"My… baby".
Her words soon fleeted as her vision turned dark and her whole body collapsed. Viel gently caught her. And even with his strength that could probably carry mountains, Charlotte…
Charlotte seemed heavy.
Even with her eyes closed, Charlotte's whispers still echoed through the guest hall.
Viel could not help but let out a slight sigh. Xing Cai, Sofia… he already had a family. He didn't really know what to feel about Charlotte.
True, he felt a connection towards her. But a mother? Right now, it was Xing Cai that was the closest to that for Viel. He had barely even talked to Charlotte ever since he got back, and even before that.
But still… Unknowingly, his lips quivered.
"I'm here… 
...mother."


A God and A Devil were about to die, both the strongest beings in their world. 
And, in a string of fate or perhaps being played by destiny, they reincarnated into the same person- but this time, they are not in control.
This is a story about a man chosen to be both God and The Devil, Viel.

Please be advised: Tackles about racism, sociopathy, pseudo-religions, and some other mature factors in our society. Please do know that this is a work of fiction, any similarities, if any, is purely coincidental.

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Moreover, Senior White Two was one of the rulers of the Netherworld Realm. If he was willing to help, then everything would go much smoother!
However, he wanted to hear a joke… Song Shuhang had seen many jokes just recently, but in retrospect, none of them felt funny.
He couldn't think of anything decent. As people laughed more and more, it became hard for ordinary jokes to make them laugh. For some jokes, they might laugh the first time, but when they thought about it, they would find that it wasn't really that funny.
Sometimes, it was painful to see someone who was that difficult to get to laugh.
"Senior White, wait for just a moment!" Song Shuhang replied in his mind. "Today, I'll definitely find a joke that will get you to laugh."
Today was different from the usual, and many seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group were present. The more people there were, the better it was for him. With so many people, how hard could it be to find a joke that could make Senior White Two laugh?
"Alright, I'll give you time to prepare." Senior White Two was really in a good mood today, not even bothering to give Song Shuhang any restrictions.
❄️❄️❄️
At this moment, in the underground laboratory.
The members of the Nine Provinces Number One Group were depressed when Song Shuhang suddenly said, "Seniors, which of you knows a good joke? Can you give me one?"
Venerable Spirit Butterfly: "..."
Venerable Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue: "..."
True Monarch Yellow Mountain: "..."
Su Clan's Sixteen curiously said, "Shuhang, why do you suddenly need a joke?"
Song Shuhang said, "I just received a message from an expert from the Netherworld Realm… Ah, no, it's 'beeeep~'. Anyway, it's a message from someone with great ability. He said he had a way to help us. However, we need to tell him a joke and make him laugh first. Seniors, can you think up a joke real quick?"
"Is it that senior? If it's that senior, perhaps he really can help us." True Monarch Eternal Fire realized that when Song Shuhang helped the scholarly faction regain control of the 'world of the golden lotus', this senior whose name couldn't be mentioned had secretly assisted him.
Fairy Lychee asked, "What kind of joke do you need?"
Song Shuhang said, "As long as it's interesting enough, it should do. Anyway, I just need one that would make him laugh."
Su Clan's Sixteen said, "I'm going to look online.
Thrice Reckless Mad Saber responded, "I remember a lot of interesting ones… but all of them are R-18."
"Senior Thrice Reckless, please avoid those." Song Shuhang waved his hands repeatedly. He couldn't imagine telling Senior White Two R-18 jokes. If he offended Senior White Two, it wouldn't be fun being rewarded with the 'God Slaying Cannon'.
True Monarch Yellow Mountain said, "Hm, I remember something I experienced a really long time ago. At that time, I was just a cultivator of the Fourth Stage. I've already told all the fellow daoists in the group about it before, but little friend Shuhang might not have heard it yet."
Then, True Monarch Yellow Mountain began telling the story.
[It was a very long time ago. A young me, just like many fellow daoists, left the sect and made his way into the world. One day, there was a Sixth Stage True Monarch Senior on Mt. Tai who was going to give a speech, and so I travelled thousands of miles to listen to that speech.
At that time, there were many seniors who went to listen to that senior's speech. And so, the entire place was filled with all kinds of cultivators. I, who at the time had just left the sect to experience the world, was enthralled seeing such a scene.
I squeezed into a corner and waited for the Sixth Stage True Monarch to begin his speech.
When I finally found a good spot, I turned around and looked to one side. There, I saw a slender young daoist leaning against a pillar right beside me. He was also someone at the Fourth Stage Realm, and had an outstanding temperament.
When I saw him, I couldn't help greeting him, and said, "I'm Daoist Yellow Mountain, I just entered the Fourth Stage. May I know Fellow Daoist's daoist name?"
That fellow daoist suddenly paused, and said, "Scram."
At that time, I felt especially embarrassed. As a newcomer, I experienced the coldness of the world of cultivation for the first time.
So, I never said another word during that entire speech on Mt. Tai.
Afterward, I practiced hard and reached the Fifth Stage Realm.
Then, when I was out shopping for materials at a cultivator market one day, I came across that young daoist with an outstanding temperament once again. At that time, he was at the peak of the Fourth Stage, just a step away from the Fifth Stage. His accomplishments weren't as good as mine.
I don't know why, but when I saw him again, I suddenly recalled the cold voice with which he replied to me with during that speech on Mt. Tai.
My heart felt rather stifled, and I had to pour out what was on my mind.
So… I followed him in secret. Then, after leaving the cultivator market and getting to a place where nobody else was present, I beat him up.]
At this point, True Monarch Yellow Mountain paused with an embarrassed look on his face.
Song Shuhang looked puzzled––there didn't seem to be anything funny in this story…
[After beating him up, I asked him if he remembered me.
He said: I remember, you're Fellow Daoist Yellow Mountain.
I didn't expect him to remember my daoist name, so I was slightly shocked.
Then, the corners of his mouth twitched as he said, "I'm called 'Scholar Scram', my daoist name is Scram."]
"Pfff~" Song Shuhang couldn't help but laugh. "Then what happened?"
True Monarch Yellow Mountain laughed dryly. "I'm not going to talk about what happened after that. Anyway, just know that I paid a lot to apologize."
Fairy Lychee commented, "Fortunately, my daoist name is just 'Lychee'. And, after getting to know Senior Yellow Mountain, he didn't beat me up my mistake."
Northern River's Loose Cultivator remarked, "Fortunately, my daoist name is Northern River, which didn't give Senior Yellow Mountain a chance to beat me up."
Thrice Reckless Mad Saber followed in their wake. "Fortunately, my daoist name is Thrice Reckless, and I didn't get beat up by Senior Yellow Mountain because of my name."
Song Shuhang couldn't help but say, "No, Senior Thrice Reckless, you aren't the same. When you reveal your daoist name, it's very likely that someone might beat you up." 
Thrice Reckless Mad Saber: "..."
"Actually, the daoist names of the people in our group are pretty normal… were." True Monarch Yellow Mountain was halfway through what he was saying when he realized he had to change it.
Recently, the style of the daoist names of the group were very abnormal––Song Shuhang had seven daoist names, and there was still Soft Feather with her 365+1 daoist names.
True Monarch Yellow Mountain asked, "Is this joke good enough?" 
"Wait." Song Shuhang contacted Senior White Two in his mind once again. "Senior White, are you there? Did you hear True Monarch Yellow Mountain's joke?"
"I heard it," Senior White Two said.
Song Shuhang asked, "Was it interesting? Satisfying?"
Senior White Two said, "If the perfect score was 100, that story would barely hit 54. But, it's the first time you got a score close to passing, so I'll just give you another six points to get you to 60 points. You pass."
"Then, may I request for Senior White Two to lend a hand and send us to the Netherworld?" Song Shuhang said with a sigh of relief. 
Senior White Two asked, "Why would you want to go there?" 
Song Shuhang asked, "Eh? Senior, didn't you say that you had a way to help us solve the problem?"
Senior White Two replied, "Yeah, I do have a way to help you, but it isn't by sending you to the Netherworld. That place is now under the metal ball's control, and I'm still sealed in the world of the black lotus."
"Then, where are we going?" Song Shuhang asked curiously. 
Senior White Two said, "The main world has its 'Heavenly Tribulation Realm' for practitioners all over the universe, and the Netherworld Realm naturally has its own corresponding place. Furthermore, coincidentally, there is a Seventh Stage Venerable contaminated with evil energy that will be entering the 'Demonic Tribulation Realm' soon. When you've prepared, I'll open a back door and get you into the 'Demon Tribulation Realm' when the contaminated person enters. Then, you just have to stay away from them while you go test out the power of your guided missile. After testing it out, I'll pull you guys out."
"Will that work?" Song Shuhang blinked.
Senior White Two said, "I'm still the ruler of the Netherworld, alright? I have the ability to open a backdoor."
Song Shuhang, who was still somewhat worried, said, "But are we going to be fine in the 'Demonic Tribulation Realm'? We aren't going to get involved in the demonic tribulation, right?"
Song Shuhang was worried because he had almost died in the last trip he took to the Heavenly Tribulation Realm.
If it weren't for the Almighty Merchant, who provided him with service at just the right time, he might have been turned into ashes by the heavenly tribulation.
"Don't worry, I'll be handling this myself. As long as you don't make contact with the contaminated Seventh Stage Venerable, there will definitely be no problem," Senior White Two promised.
With the assurance of Senior White Two, Song Shuhang felt a little more relieved.
Song Shuhang asked, "Wait, will I still be able to open my Inner World after we enter the 'Demon Tribulation Realm'?"
The guided missiles were all placed in his Inner World. If his access to the Inner World was blocked like when he entered the Heavenly Tribulation Realm, then he had to take out the guided missiles in advance.
"Don't worry, I'll act as the middleman. There will be no problem," Senior White Two said.
Song Shuhang then asked, "Then, can I disclose the information about the 'Demonic Tribulation Realm' to the seniors of the Nine Provinces Number One Group?"
"Up to you," Senior White Two said without care. 
❄️❄️❄️
In the underground laboratory, everyone was looking at Song Shuhang who had his eyes closed, knowing that he was talking to some powerful existence.
They were wondering whether that existence would be satisfied with True Monarch Yellow Mountain's story.
At this moment, Song Shuhang opened his eyes. "Success."
Venerable Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue asked, "Then, what do we do next?"
"Everyone, gather together. In a while, that expert of the Netherworld will directly open a backdoor to send us to a place where we can test out the guided missile," Song Shuhang continued. "However, while that place isn't the Netherworld, it's a world similar to the Heavenly Tribulation Realm. So, everyone has to be careful and stay as far away as possible from the Seventh Stage Venerable-rank demon that is about to transcend their tribulation to avoid getting pulled into their demonic tribulation."
Just as Song Shuhang said this, True Monarch Yellow Mountain suddenly took out his phone, and unlocked it.
True Monarch Yellow Mountain said, "Just now, Xuan Nu Sect's Skylark suddenly said that she was going to transcend her tribulation. But she isn't transcending the heavenly tribulation. It seems like it's the Netherworld Realm's demonic tribulation; she was completely contaminated."
...Another coincidence?


One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques.
However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed... 

"The pleasures all mine my king. I was beginning to think you would never find your way here."

She smiled at Vale as she placed a wood cup before him pouring what I could only guess was wine judging by the smell. She seemed to float as she walked, the illusion only making me more nervous around such a strange lot of humans. I thanked her as she poured a cup for me as well then sat down with her own cup. 
Turning my attention back to Thoran I got straight to the point.

"So am I to believe that you have been expecting me?"

His white eyes scrutinised me like he was waiting for the punch line. When I didn't provide one he raised a busy brow questioningly.

"My king did you not seek us out intentionally?"

I shook my head confused.

"Well no, I didn't even know you existed."

Thoran laughed.

"No my boy that's not what I meant."

I turned to Vale for help. This old geezer made even less sense then this village.

"When you ran from your pack, as your exhaustion set into your bones what was on your mind?"

I thought back to those final moments before I passed out to tired to go on. I had thought of a lot of things. My thoughts then were mostly of hopelessness. But mostly....

"Well I guess I was seeking guidance. Begging to find a way to help save the people I care about."

Thoran a white eyes stared as his hair covered lips smiled widely.

"And that my king is what brought you here."

I stared at him speechless. Was he trying to tell me that I had willed myself to find This place? These people? Even if that's true to what end? What guidance what I meant to learn by being here?

"You are still skeptical i see. You never change in any of your life times."

My life times? How old was this guy? He was human wasn't he? Maybe the others were human with him as the exception. If that was the case what was he then? I sniffed the air to try figure it out but all I got was definitely human. He laughed at my actions.

"I am human my king I can assure you of that. However as you probably guessed I am older then time itself. You see I was one of the first humans in existence. Not created by the goddess of the moon but created for the goddess by her lover the god of the sun."

The fuck? How was that possible? To answer my unasked question Thoran picked up the now empty cup and before my eyes he became transparent the cup slipping through his hands to hit the table rolled to the floor. I watched its trail til Vale snatched it up. I expected her to place the cup back on the table but instead she smiled as she to became transparent the cup again falling to the floor.  I stumbled back in fear growling at the strange phenomenon. 

"What the hell are yous?"

I glanced to the door wondering how I would escape these creatures. Thoran laughed at my reaction as he indicated the floor for me to sit back down.

"Calm down my king we mean you no harm."

When I didn't move he sighed.

"Please be seated and allow me to explain. If you still wish to leave when all is said you may do so."

Slowly I returned to my seat on the floor by his side but keeping a much larger distance between us. He steepled his hands before him as he started his tale.

"Firstly we are humans or more to the point we were humans. We were the first humans of existence. We were there when the first kings were created. I'm sure by now that you know the tale of your first life?"

I nod not trusting my own voice.

"The tale has changed much over the years I'm sure your aware of the Chinese whisper effect?"

"Yes each time a story is told inaccuracies occur until the story is no longer the true one."

"Very good so you understand that after thousands of years the story you know now has inaccuracies that have changed it's true facts. That's not to say it didn't happen just like the story you know but pieces of information has been twisted or even left out completely. Well now I will tell you the true story as I witnessed it myself thousands of years ago."

Vale corporal once more grabbed my hands on hers as she urged me to close my eyes. Hesitantly I copied her closing my own eyes as I was thrown into darkness. When Thoran spoke once more I saw everything with my own eyes as he saw it thousands from years ago.

"It's true that there was two brothers made into kings one to rule humans and one to rule the supernatural world. It's also true that the human king forced the older brothers mate to be his wife with the power given to him by the moon goddess. When the wolf king realised she was his mate he didn't go to the moon goddess for guidance as you may have been told but he rejected her not knowing that her will had been taken. He sacrificed his mated bond in favour of peace. 
Of course if he had of know about her circumstances he never would have let her go. However things never turn out the way we think they will. It was the female that preyed to the moon goddess for help. Filled with hate towards both brothers for what they had done she begged to be free of both of them. The moon goddess granted her wish giving her part of her own power so that she would be free to choose her own path. However she left the female with a warning that if she continued to hold on to her hate she would be cursed. 
The female now free of both brothers influences she tried to live a life of her choosing. However as the years passed her hate for what the brothers had done turned her bitter. She could not let go of her hate for them. It was a poison inside her that only grew with each year. No being able to live with the pain that they had caused her she returned to the two kingdoms. To the human king who had stolen her will she stole his power while he slept.

With that power she travelled to the wolf king and secretly hid the power inside her former mate. When the human king found out that his power was now in the hands of his brother he accused him of stealing it. The wolf king tried to reason with him swearing that he didn't steal it and was prepared to give it back peacefully. However the human brother did not believe his wolf twin thinking he meant to trick him and steal his kingdom to rule over both races. A war broke out between the kingdoms. The wolf brother was forced into a war that he had sacrificed his on mate to prevent. The female had take away what the two brothers valued most. The human king his power, the wolf king his peace. 

Not wanting to go against his goddesses wishes of peace it was at this time that the wolf king prayed his the moon goddess to help him stop the war. The moon goddess appeared to him. She told him the truth about his mate and what the brother had done. Then she told him of what she had done to both of them fuelled by her hatred. The wolf king beside himself with grief over what had been done to his mate begged the goddess to her mercy on her. He offered to to carry her curse in her place believing his rejection of her was what sent her of the edge. 
The moon goddess denied his request however she saw honour in him. She saw the error in her original plan of two kings to keep the peace between two races. Seeing that of the three the wolf king was they only innocent in all that had happened. So she offered him a way to save his mate and the two races from war. 
The wolf king would keep the power that was given to his brother so that he may rule both races together as one kingdom instead of two. By doing this the war would end. 
As for his mate, her curse would deny her the true peace of death. She would be reborn again and again forced to endure the same hardships over and over. To save his mate the wolf king would be reborn with her cursed along side her. Her curse would only be lifted the day she let go of her hatred and excepted her fated bond for what it was. A destiny of true happiness with the one she loved."

Vale's hands pulled from mine as I opened my eyes things I had seen in the darkness gone as well. I didn't know what to say. While it wasn't that different from what Roake had told me it was different enough. However there was still something missing.

"I get that the wolf king shared in her curse but you didn't mention the human brother. What became of him? Did the moon goddess cured him when immortality as I'd been told."

Thoran sighed like that was an even longer story that he really didn't like telling.

"That my king is why we have been waiting for you."

This time it was Vale who told the story without the strange visuals.

"You see when the human brother was stripped of his crown for what he had had done he was overcome with rage. He found out about the deal his brother made with the moon goddess. Began to plan his revenge upon both his brother and the female he had called wife. He preyed to the sun god the moon goddess enemy and offered his soul for immortality. The sun god amused and more then willing mess with the moon goddesses children granted his request. 
Then he sort out the female who had caused his down fall. She had been in hiding fearing the curse she had caused upon herself not knowing what it was at the time. 
The human king found her planning to kill her but before he did he told her what he had learnt. She wept with the knowledge that her mate did love her and had planned to share in her curse with the hopes of saving her. The human king enjoyed her pain and vowed to follow her through every life that she lived and with every power at his disposal would ensure her curse never ended. She would be forever cursed as long as he lived."

I growled just thinking of Driak. But there was something else bothering me about this new version of the story. Does that mean that when I was told my fated mate would help me control my power what it really did was end our curse amd if that was the case that means in all these years all the times I had lived not once had we been able to be mates. If we had then the curse would have ended, but that's not possible surly I had heard of other times when the king found his mate hadn't I? The more I thought about it the more I realised no one ever told me that those other kings, those other reincarnations had found their mate only that when they did her power would keep mine under control. I was pulled from my thoughts as Vale continued.

"After the sun god made Driak immortal and he killed the female he then went on to kill the red eyed king. This starting their cursed existence. The moon goddess was unable to reverse what the sun god had done so she did the next pest thing. She asked us her first creations to help. She asked that a select few offer their souls to help keep the peace in the world. We the people who loved and reverend the wolf king for his kind and just rule were more then happy to give our souls if it would help keep our kings peace. 
She created the place so that we may help the red eyed king if ever Driak interfered in the curse upon you and your mate. You see with each life that you live you have no knowledge of your previous lives this it puts you at a disadvantage against Driak. That's where we come in to tell you of what transpired so that you are better equipped to use the power the moon goddess allowed you to keep to stop Driaks interference. While you can not kill him indefinitely you can at least trap him for a time giving you a fare chance to break Raines curse."

I shook my head not quite understanding.

"What do you mean by use my power? Use it how? I always thought of it as something bad, to be feared so when I feel it I force it back down. To me it's like a darkness that's trying to take over."

Vale stared at me in shock like I was saying the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard. It was Thoran who spoke this time his eyes glaring at me.

"Do you mean to say my king that you have had your power but never learnt to use it to its full extent?"

I groaned in frustration.

"I don't even know what's it's meant to do?"

Thoran seemed shocked at my words.

"No wonder you found your way here. The darkness you've been feeling the power you've been fighting is pure magic. The power that was given to the king to rule both races is not evil or dark it just is. It is an extension or your will. If your heart is pure I can be used for great good. If your heart is full of hate it can be a source of great destruction. It is dangerous in the wrong hands which is part of the reason it was given to you. It only feels dark because you fight against it. If you let it into your heart you can do many wonderful things to help keep peace in this world. If you want to stop Driak from influencing your mate you must let it in for only with its power can you hope to stop him."

Great that helped....not! That didn't exactly tell me what it did. I sighed rubbing my eyes feeing tired again. This was getting to much my head was reeling trying to take in all that they had told me. Sensing my fatigue Vale smiled as she stood up.

"Why don't we take a break you can rest upstairs if you want."

Mentally exhausted I nodded as I followed her up the stairs. There was only one room with hand made mattresses stuffed with feathers and fur but hell I didn't care I just needed to close my eyes even for just a little while.

"I'll wake your for the feast the village has planned later if you'd like?"

I nodded to tired to even answer as I lay down not even waiting for her to leave as my eyes closed. Even though I'd only been awake for half the day after everything I couldn't stop the sleep from taking over. Oh well maybe things will make more sense when I wake up. Yeah right it would take a life time to wrap my head around it all lucky for me turns out more life times is about all I have. Still maybe this life time will be the one. Maybe this life time I'll save her and end our curse. Maybe this life time will be when I finally know what it feels like to be with her, to be loved by her. It made me glad I didn't remember my other lives who would want to remember thousands of years where you almost got to be with your fated mate only to have it ripped away from you? It made me even more determined that this life I would do it right. I will strip her of her hate. This time I'll replace it with my love instead.

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