Aku tahu ini mustahil. Mustahil tapi...

--didalam kediaman Rostharia, telah terjadi kasus pembunuhan yang sama sekali belum pernah kubayangkan. Saat aku melihat ini, yang hanya ada dipikiranku hanya satu; "Apakah yang membunuh ini seorang manusia?"

Apapun itu, Siapapun itu, aku akan memecahkannya. Kenapa? Karena aku...

Itu ada.

PERSONALITY OF JAMMU,INDIA 


NAME:  Sahaj Sabharwal


 He loves writing poems and thoughts. He lives in Jammu city, Jammu and Kashmir, India. He is 17 years old now a young poet  . He has been awarded many awards in poem writing at State level, National and international level. 


He was also selected to be invited for the INTERNATIONAL WRITERS MEETING IN TARIJA and HUNGARY,EUROPE. He was awarded with the INTERNATIONAL DIPLOMA IN WRITING and INTERNATIONAL MERIT CERTIFICATE IN WRITING and was PUBLISHED BY THE YOUNG WRITERS ASSOCIATION IN UK and RECIEVED  "CERTIFICATE OF PUBLICATION FROM UK".

Now to prove he loves me I will recalled some words my Weller once wrote me.
It goes like this:
Love is but a virtue and a powerful entity within the garden of life. It is like a flower that blooms beautifully threw tender nourishment and happy memories. 
 
But even with that it can wither when built upon lies, decite and betrayal. So to keep it going it must be planted in the fresh grounds of Trust, honesty and loyalty. When it blooms it is has powerful and bright has the sun but delicate as glass, once broken it cannot be mended. 
 
When it withers it grows powerful thorns like that on a rose bush. So to keep these thorns harmless, the love must be shared by two. 
These are just words taken from a poem written to me.
But a common saying is that at the end you think of the beginning. You know how it all started. With this... it is the best years of my life. Literally. 
--------------------------------------So here we go-------------------------------------------------------------
Fine chapter, Happy Days, for the first stage of my life.
To understand my life and how I we got here we have to start at the beginning of my life; because it all started then. That means 50 years back. 
In September 1989 my parents, Donovan James and Melina Samuels, met at the Oxford University. According to my mom it was a rainy day and he bumped into her. After coffee it led straight to sex. 
As all her papers dropped my father quickly took off his glasses and said, "I am sorry! It is my fault."
"Oh it is nothing. It is only my Thesis on Baldwin Mates!" Replied Melina as she got the wet papers from the ground.
"Wait! You are a law student?" Donovan quickly asked her and she smiled.
She then said, 'Of all the pickup lines I heard. That is the corniest."
She then went away leaving him. And Donovan chuckled as he admired her ass as she walked away.
Later that day
Melina laid in her bed in a blue boy shorts and blue sports bra. As she lay there, she was blow drying the paper. 
'How am I going to get back 4 weeks of research and another interview thanks to him? But, in other news he was cute' Melina taught and smiled.
Boom! Boom! {a knock on the door}
She wondered who it was. She opened the door and it was Donovan standing in his white suit.    
He was holding two cups of Mushroom Cafe coffee and a, to go bag in his left hand. In addition he had a large black folder in his right hand
"You?" she quickly told him.
"Donovan, Donovan James. I didn't introduce myself," replied Donovan to her.
She smiled and asked, "Why are you here? And how did you know where I live?"
"Well I felt bad about destroying your thesis so I redid all, 4000 pages. And I got Baldwin Mates to send another copy of your research so it is in it.
I brought you some of Mushroom Cafe coffee special. And I found where you live because I am the president of the Student Government," replied Donovan as her as he gave her everything.
Melinda took it and asked, "How did you get another interview?"
"Easy! He is my stepfather. And I did your research last year. I hope this makes up for everything I did to you,' he quickly told her.
She blushed and bit her lips. 
As she played with her hair she said, "No you didn't, but there is a way to make up for it."
He took a minute to get what she was saying. Then he went in and they kissed closing the door behind them.
They were in their final year of Law school. With this they stayed in touch. My father became a civil/defense lawyer working for Blackwell Legal Partners Limited. 
Meanwhile she became a cooperate lawyer for News Corp. UK. On September 22, 1998 they got married. While on Honeymoon they conceptualized the idea of having their own firm.
On November 9, 1998 James Samuels & Associates Law was born. It was started with: 5 Lawyers, 7 secretaries/Paralegals and only 4 Clients. In the Law world this was rock bottom, but they had each other. 
A month later
They both sat and the doctor said, "Congratulations MR & Mrs. James you're pregnant. And it is twins, two girls to be exact." 
With this they brought a manor in Yorkshire, England.
On June 27, 1999 my sister and I was born at the Princess Diana Memorial Hospital. My sister was 5 pound 3 ounces and I was 7 pounds 7 ounces. 
She was diagnosed with a deficiency disease. My mother named us Melinda James and Malinda James. My twin sister live seven days and then she passed. My mother abandoned my father and relocated to New York. 
This after she wanted to sue the hospital for not saving my sisters life my father disagreed, she divorce him and took off to America.

Gu YuChen has always been aware that Su Ning's feelings for him were purely platonic but upon confirming it again during the phone call with Lin Miao, his chest inexplicably began to feel incredibly stuffy. 'Was it the urgency caused by the knowledge that Su Ning will begin to date in uni?' Gu YuChen wondered. Su Ning would be graduating M Academy in the next year and he needed to have her Engineering Scholarship ready by then.  
Undergraduate tuition in the UK which is capped at £9,250 a year is definitely more affordable for British residents while the cost for foreign students is almost triple. Of course this sum is pennies to the Gu Family but Su Ning is from a working class family so she will need the scholarship to study in the same uni as him.
Early on in his freshman year, Gu YuChen had already reached out to the university directors and administrators regarding the matter of funding a new scholarship opportunity for incoming foreign students. As the sponsors, Gu YuChen and Old Madam Gu opted to remain anonymous and only contended that they have an input on the candidate selection process. The agreement for this funding is for a period of 5 years whereby 3 applicants would be provided with a full scholarship (which includes tuition, room & board and sundry allowance) contingent on maintaining a certain GPA in each academic term.  
The paperwork is currently being finalized for the sponsorship and in a few weeks Gu YuChen intended to casually bring up the topic to Su Ning during one of their video calls. Perhaps to  outsiders, his methods in keeping Su Ning close may seem too excessive. However, he didn't think so at all, for Gu YuChen the effort he took was already at a bare minimum. He wasn't even concerned about complaints of nepotism should others find out that he orchestrated the entire thing. In his mind, they should be thankful to Su Ning instead, because of her, others will be given the chance to attend such a prestigious university.  
However, it appears he underestimated the degree to which he will miss her during their two years separation. His longing for Su Ning grows more and more each day.  Truthfully, the past year has been quite difficult for Gu YuChen personally. Though she seems unaware of it, Su Ning has been a pillar of emotional support for Gu YuChen in the last 7 years. Now that they were apart, he was still able to function as usual in public; however, in private he often felt lonely and despondent.  
Author's Note: Gu YuChen is two years older than Su Ning and would already be in his junior year when Su Ning attends uni as a freshman.
Su Ning had mentioned several times how she worried that his reclusive and reticent nature would hinder him from making friends and enjoying the 'ultimate university experience.' So, he purposely became acquainted with his classmates irrespective of their future business potential. Gu YuChen did so knowing Su Ning dislikes people who befriend others with ulterior motives. Admittedly, Gu YuChen has changed, the young master of the past wouldn't spare a second glance to anyone who wouldn't benefit his purpose. Truthfully, it's rather enjoyable to have these candid interactions with his contemporaries. Casually hanging out after a group project, going out for a bite, watching movies together and participating in a friendly football or cricket match, these were all firsts for him.  
However, despite being constantly surrounded by many, Gu YuChen still felt there's a hole in his heart. He wished that he was able to experience these firsts with Su Ning. It saddens him to be reminded that for Su Ning, he is only a temporary existence in her life. She has planned her future without him. 'Su Ning has always been that way. She can live perfectly fine without me. But the same isn't the case for me.' he thought wistfully. For Gu YuChen, Su Ning is the sun. 'After experiencing the warmth and the light of that sun, how can I bear to live without it?' Gu YuChen mused as he recalled a text that describes his feelings exactly.
Had I not seen the Sun
I could have borne the shade
But Light a newer Wilderness
My Wilderness has made—
Author's note: This short poem is titled 'Had I Not Seen the Sun' written by Emily Dickinson.
After Gu YuChen had finished the group project for his Criminal Law class, he had bid goodbye to his friends and declined their offer to grab dinner together. Instead, at 6pm on a Friday night, he was watching a recording of his favorite girl's musical, "The Little Mermaid." Under his orders, Xiao Yi had acquired a copy of the 4K recording from M Academy and promptly sent it to Gu YuChen as soon as it had been professionally edited to include footage shot at different angles. The quality is almost as good as some official music videos owing as well to the spectacular backgrounds and costumes worn by the cast.  
"My little NingNing is really beautiful." Gu YuChen whispered with a smile, his gaze fixed on the screen.
It was around 8pm by the time he had finished watching the musical. Seeing Lin JinYan's public display of affection during the final curtain call irked Gu YuChen tremendously. He had nearly crushed the water glass with his bare hands at the sight. 'This b*stard dares to take liberties while I am away. Tsk.'  
Still he did not forget to send his favorite girl texts of congratulations.  
[YuChen_Fox]: NingNing, I just finished watching your musical.
[YuChen_Fox]: You are wonderful as Princess Ariel.
[YuChen_Fox]: You know...this gege really likes your voice best.
[YuChen_Fox]: (≧ω≦)ゞ
[YuChen_Fox]: Also, remember to wash your cheeks well.  
[YuChen_Fox]: Lin JinYan's lips are dirty
[YuChen_Fox]: (ಠ ∩ಠ)
[YuChen_Fox]: Worried you may catch something. (¬､¬)
To Lin JinYan he sent the following text as warning.
[Rose_JinYan]: Lin JinYan…you little prick.
[Rose_JinYan]: What is going on in that head of yours?
[Rose_JinYan]: How can you think it's okay to take liberties with Su Ning?


Su Ning is a 29 year old lonely overworked accountant who have spent the better part her life supporting her unemployed alcoholic father. After several consecutive 16 hour work days, she suddenly dies of a heart attack on her way home from work. 

However instead of the afterlife, she inexplicably finds herself reborn in the body of 12 year old Su Ning, the beautiful and beloved daughter of Su Kun and Qin Lan. Faced with a second chance in life, Su Ning aims to live happily and comfortably with her loved ones.  However along the way of searching for her dreams, she meets and befriends Gu YuChen and Lin JinYan. Though Su Ning was initially reluctant to get close to them, they soon become the two most important men in her life. 

The heir to the Gu Corporation Ltd., Gu YuChen has lived with constant threats to his life at a young age.  Cold and aloof to everyone, he feels tenderness for the first time upon befriending Su Ning.  

Admired as a musical prodigy, the gentle prince Lin JinYan actually grew up detested by his siblings and blamed for the death of their mother. Suffering from trauma, he was comforted by Su Ning and discovers he is able to freely touch her despite having mysophobia.

The villain and the male lead who was saved by Su Ning's warmth and kindness quickly realize their feelings have turned to love. Faced with adversity, will they be able to protect Su Ning? Who will she choose? 

Get ready for a slice of life story of a transmigrated soul who lets go of the past regrets and unexpectedly finds true love and happiness.

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10:32 AM

 Baikonur Cosmodrome, Kazakhstan

Today was the final launch of the 'longest-serving rocket in history,' i.e. Soyuz U. The Russian Federal Space Agency, Roscosmos, was launching the Progress MS-05/66P resupply mission for the International Space Station.

Following confirmation of the most probable cause of the Progress MS-04 launch failure on 1 December 2016, Roscosmos had ordered a complete third stage engine replacement on the last remaining Soyuz-U carrier rocket. This engine will be used to launch Progress MS-05 to the International Space Station.

There was a solemn atmosphere permeating the mission control room, in Moscow, as the countdown of the last minute started. After the failure of the previous rocket, the success of this rocket launch was crucial.

Twenty-seconds before liftoff, the Soyuz-U's four strap-on boosters and core stage engine began their ignition sequences, ramping up to full thrust for last-second health checks before the vehicle was released from the pad.

4

3

2

Boom!

Before the four boosters could even ignite, the whole rocket exploded into a massive ball of bright yellow fire. The sound reverberated across miles. Silence reigned the launch control room as scientists could not figure out what happened.

The project director, who remained the most calm asked, "run diagnostics, and I want to know what went wrong."

Just as he was about to join the investigation as well, he received a notification from the Central Command. He felt his blood freeze when he heard the news. 89 of the 153 satellites that Russia operated in space have stopped responding a few minutes ago. The announcement came from the 'Main Space Intelligence Centre'. The administrator has ordered to stop all activity and report back to the headquarters.

…

13:32 / 01:32PM 

Paris, France

Built-in 1889, the Eiffel Tower stands 324 meters (1,063ft) tall and held the title as the tallest building in the world for 41 years, until the Chrysler Building in New York City took over. 
A group of school kids were excitedly shouting and chattering as the elevator ascended slowly. All the other tourists were recording or observing the 10,000 tons marvel of modern human history.

There was a guide explaining the exciting facts of the tower while some people enthusiastically listened.

"Gustave Eiffel used latticed wrought iron to construct the tower to demonstrate that the metal could be as strong as stone while being lighter."

"The Eiffel Tower is 1,063 feet (324 meters) tall, including the antenna at the top. Without the antenna, it is 984 feet (300 m)."

"The tower was built to sway slightly in the wind, but the sun affects the tower more. As the sun-facing side of the tower heats up, the top moves as much as 7 inches (18 centimetres) away from the sun. The sun also causes the tower to grow about 6 inches."

"There are five million lights on..." before the guide could complete, the children started shouting, "Look I see a woman there, what is she doing?"

The elevator operator also stopped the lift when he saw that person. He thought that this person was here to commit suicide. The reputation of the Eiffel tower has been tarnished by the suicides of more than three hundred people. If this person also took her life here, it would further affect the image of 'symbol of love' of the Eiffel tower.

The person who was standing on the edge of the second platform which was 380 ft from the bottom. She looked young and was gorgeous with keen, emerald eyes. She looked at the structure beneath her feet with contempt in her gaze as she muttered, "Iron lady? Symbol of Love? More like a gigantic black smokestack and a solidly riddled suppository. Even the Notre Dame, the Tour Saint-Jacques, the Louvre and the Dome of Les Invalides are more pleasant to see. It's a good thing that this is the last time I will see this rotten iron piece."

The woman looked elegant in a black fur beret and black-white checkered coat. She took a small glass bottle from her pocket. The glass bottle was transparent and contained a clear liquid which flowed like water. She opened the container and sprinkled a few drops onto the metal floor beneath her. The fluid made sizzling sounds when it came in contact with the metal. The metal began to liquefy slowly.

The woman ignored the shocking transformation of the floor beneath her. She turned to look at people behind her and leapt. The children in the elevator screamed when they saw that the woman jumped while some people tried to prevent these children from seeing any further.

Thud!

Cracks spread outward from where the woman landed. She stood up and dusted her clothes a little and walked away as no one around her dared to stop her. Before the police could come, she had vanished.

After a few minutes, the Eiffel tower which had stood erect for 128 years started violently shaking. The moment the authorities detected the disturbances, they activated the emergency protocol. In thirty minutes, everyone was evacuated. Before everyone's shocked vision, the majestic tower collapsed an hour later.

The woman looked at the people who were terrified with an indifferent expression and walked away. She was supposed to pour the full content of the container on all four sides. Doing that would not have given the time for these people to evacuate. 

…

15:32 / 03:32PM 

Margate, United Kingdom

 This place was the most beautiful coastal town in England. Margate is a seaside town in Thanet, Kent, South East England and lies 15 miles (24.1 km) north-east of Canterbury.

The sandy beaches, the shell grotto and other attractions have kept Margate as the leading seaside resort in the UK.

T. S. Eliot, who recuperated after a mental breakdown in the suburb of Cliftonville in 1921, commented in his poem The Waste Land Part III-The Fire Sermon:

On Margate sands.
I can connect
Nothing with nothing.

This beautiful city was ravaged by an unknown tsunami with waves reaching 10m. The seawater flooded a full kilometre into the city. No prior warnings were issued, no deep-sea tsunami detection buoys sensed an earthquake. They were tens of casualties and hundreds of injuries. No one had expected such a disaster would strike Margate.

…

White House, Washington, D.C. USA,

  The President looked at the person who was leisurely drinking a cup of tea in front of him. For the first time in his life, the president was not sure about how he felt. He had witnessed the most horrifying events. The President felt that nothing that he had experienced in his life could come close to what he felt the last 24 hours.

First of all, two men appeared in his quarters without the knowledge of anyone. No alarms were set off, and no security measures were triggered. It was as if they were always there, and the president was the trespasser. Then the president was invited to sit in his own home as the television screen turned on. 

Before the president could talk, he saw four Chinese commercial airliners crash into each other in Beijing. Then, the president witnessed a Provincial leader being murdered in cold blood when he was campaigning in India. This tragedy was followed by the destruction of a rocket and a considerable chunk of Russia's space satellites.

Just when he thought that he had seen it all, the president saw the Eiffel tower collapsing. What sent chills running down his spine was one of the persons who were with him had regretfully muttered, "Sarah is too soft. No one died."

Then, the president saw a tsunami devastate a beautiful coastal city in the United Kingdom. 'these people could create artificial disasters also'.

After everything the president had witnessed, he could not bring himself to doubt if the tsunami was just a coincidence. He had spent hours sitting with these people and yet no one came into the room. It was as if no one noticed his absence. It was astonishing that when such chaotic incidents were occurring in the whole world, no one felt the need to report to him.

Each time that the President hoped that this disaster was the last, he was proven wrong. Every time he would fear that the next catastrophe would be happening in his country. The president felt that his heart could not take this stress anymore.

After he watched the peaceful town in the UK get devastated by the wave, he lost his patience and restraint. The president stood up and shouted with cold fury, "If you want to destroy us, then do it. Don't play these games. What do you people even want from us?"

The person who was drinking the tea smiled when he saw the furious expression. He shook his head and said, "it is regretful that you still don't get it. We don't want to kill you," the person looked at the president and said in a grim tone, "we want to train you."

"train?"

"Yes, there is a war coming. We need some foot soldiers. It is as simple as that." the person continued to drink.

The person set the cup down and stood up, "We will bring you out of your well-like world view and expand your horizon. Frankly, if we did not think that your species held a little value, things would have been more simple. Anyway, the warning has been given. If you continue on this path, we will not meet again. Don't think you have weapons which could decimate the world many times over. Those mean nothing to us and frankly, even if you want to commit suicide, you need our permission to do it."

The president blankly looked as the two people walked towards the door. "Wait, species?" he looked at the person and asked a doubt which was in his heart, "Are you people, aliens?"

The person stopped at the doorway but did not turn back. He slightly turned his face to see the president from the corner of his blue eyes as he scoffed, "Aliens? We are gods."

Aditya, a 16-year-old teenager dreaming of becoming a professional Formula racer, currently studying in an international school is dealing with the biggest crisis of his life. He had been informed by the police that his parents have gone missing leaving no clue behind. 

To add on to his misery, Aditya has been sleeping 14 hrs a day due to an unknown reason for the past two weeks. He had been dreaming an alternate world where the 'other' Aditya lives the exact same life as him. 

But, things became more intriguing when the events in his dream started diverging from his real-life events. For one, his parents did not go missing in his dreams. They were safe and sound. Later in his dream life, Aditya went on to continue his studies in Europe and later became an F1 racer just like he aimed for while in real life, he got himself expelled from his school and started working in a garage as a mechanic. A world of difference.

Accompany Aditya on a journey filled with many impossibilities as he comes in contact with many hidden truths the world is unaware of, in his quest of rescuing his parents.

The setting is mainly focused in India

Chapter Release Rate: 4-5 Chapters/ week

Avg Chapter length: 2000 - 2100 words

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Tags: Action, Adventure, Missing Parents, Smart Protagonist, Kind Protagonist, Romance, Harem, Friends, Subordinates, Futuristic technology, Biologically Modified Humans, Cyborgs, Genius, Mafia, Firearms, Military Technology.

The last poem Kiki wrote before she disappeared. Yuzuko kept it in her pocket ever since she disappeared. Kiki wasn't her aunt by blood, but since her grandparents called Kiki their baby girl, it made her an aunt in Yuzuko's eyes. Evenings were empty without Kiki's energetic welcome home songs.
There was only one person who could be behind Aunt Kiki's disappearance: her grandfather's enemy, Sia Bucks. Hate was a strong word, but Yuzuko's blood would boil at the mere thought of her name. "That horrible woman needs to leave my grandfather alone."
Sia had accomplished many things, but all she wanted to do was to make her grandfather's life a misery. How dare she! Her grandfather was Professor Takeshi Denki: the greatest scientist alive, king of the robots and a table tennis champion.
Robots and humans living as one: that was her grandfather's dream. Kyoto was a utopia that she was proud to call home. Her only wish was to make her family proud with top grades, a doll-faced beauty, and burning all her leftover energy working for her grandfather's IT firm. Her greatest task of all was to be a loving mother to her infant son, who would only know his father through a tombstone.
Higushiotani Cemetery was the perfect resting place for her husband, Hiro-ki Shikumi with perfect views of the rising sun. Yuzuko meditated by Hiroki's grave every morning at six.
"I'm not the angel they think I am, Hiroki." She spoke as if he were still living. She could imagine his deep laugh and whack on the back. If he was alive, he would have told her to stop acting foolish.
He told her every day that she was the most beautiful girl in the world. His tender whispers and sweet words behind closed doors still lingered after three years.
Her classmates and colleagues envied her wavy black hair that she wished was straight. Nobody loved playing with her hair more than her girlfriend, Sa-kura Kanagawa.
Hiroki was the first and only man she ever loved. Despite the blossoming relationship between technology and nature, Yuzuko's country was still behind on LGBT+ issues. A classmate was expelled for coming out as transgender last week. And in many countries in the Middle East and America, a robot had more rights than a woman.
Patting the tombstone, Yuzuko pressed her lips against Hiroki's name. "There are three things that will make the world a better place. Firstly, Sia Bucks should go to jail for her crimes against humanity. Secondly, every city should be beautiful like Kyoto. Thirdly, I've longed for the day when I can hold Sakura's hand on the street and carry our boy Koichi as we walk on by. It's time for me to go to work. I hope Kiki's okay. Farewell, Hiroki..."
On her way to work, she tried calling Kiki's number. All she could hear down the phone was thunderous stomping and heavy rainfall. "Kiki! If you can hear me, please give me a sign that you are okay."
The phone went quiet for a few seconds until jazz music began to play ran-domly. Then a sickly-sweet voice boomed in her earhole. "Congratulations, you and Sakura have won an exclusive tour around the UK!"
"Sia Bucks!" Yuzuko gasped. If it wasn't for Sia's sickly voice, she knew the phone would have never slipped from her hands. "A tour? I don't want a tour. I want Aunt Kiki back."
"Yes, my dear and your lovely girlfriend have won the trip of a lifetime. Your Aunt Kiki has been helping us prepare the award for you."
"Wait, slow down!" Yuzuko gritted her teeth. "How could I have won when I haven't entered? I don't understand. Where is Kiki? Please bring her back!"
"A taxi will be coming for you in ten minutes. Oh, isn't this exciting!"
"That doesn't answer my question!" The line went dead and at the bottom of the road was a black limousine with Sakura inside. She knew it was Sakura, she always wore that yellow dress with the blossoms stitched on.
She approached the car. It was certain to be a scam, but it meant Kiki and Sakura's lives were on the line, then so be it. She wondered what the hell she doing.
"Sakura!" Yuzuko swung the car door open and removed the tape constrict-ing Sakura's thighs and wrists.
"Yuzuko!" Sakura sobbed, clutching onto her chest. "Thank God! You're here."
A head popped out of the passenger's seat. "Girls."
Yuzuko trashed against the backseat at the familiar face. "Mother!"
"What are you doing?" Yuzuko screamed at the driver. She jumped out of the car, opened the driver's door and punched his stomach. jumping out of the car punching him. "Let Sakura and Kiki go!"
"Please calm down." Yuzuko's mother said with a smile. "We have to do this. Or else Sia will kill him."
"Isolation is no good!" Yuzuko snapped.
Sakura leaned her head over. "Don't snap at your mother."
"Under the circumstances, I have every right to." Yuzuko clutched onto Sa-kura's hand. "Let's get out of here. Warn everybody." The car doors locked automatically, and the driver zoomed away. The two girls tried crying for help on either side of the window.
"LISTEN TO ME!" Yuzuko's mother screamed at the top of her voice. The two girls stopped, cowering together. "You want to stop Sia Bucks destroying everything our family has worked for, we have to overthrow her."
"What are you talking about?" Yuzuko asked.
"You both have to play Sia's game."
Yuzuko was unable to speak. She had never felt so pale and clammy in all her life.
"The Game of Mass Destruction?" Sakura squealed. "Why would you do this to us. We can't destroy the robots. We love them."
"You don't have to destroy the robots," Yuzuko's mother said with a smile stretching to the corner of her left cheek. "Just have lots of sex with every-body - it's the easiest way to earn points."
"You want me to cheat on Sakura?" Yuzuko asked. She could believe that the woman in the passenger seat was her mother.
"Go ahead. I'd love more grandchildren."
Yuzuko's mother was a kind and caring person. When Yuzuko had any prob-lems, her mother would be there to wipe the tears away. Harumi Denki had turned into a different person overnight.

Yuzuko's perfect world is disturbed when she is forced to take part in the 30th season of Game of Mass Destruction, a reality tv show where twenty contestants have to fight robots and each other for a chance to become a billionaire. Each robot they destroy gives points, but extra points are rewarded for acts of sex and murder. 
    
    Whilst Yuzuko is united with online friends, she discovers dark secrets about her family as she confronts the gameshow's owner the notorious Sia Bucks. Will she survive and become victorious or will it be a comedy of errors with violence and chaos?

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    "Hunger Games on steroids!" - thoughtfulsushi
    
    "Battle Royale meets Hunger Games with gallows humor, flesh-eating robots, and deep quotes in the "Game of Mass Destruction". If you like dystopian Sci-Fi, take a look at this book" - dawnashes



The last poem Kiki wrote before she disappeared. Yuzuko kept it in her pocket ever since she disappeared. Kiki wasn't her aunt by blood, but since her grandparents called Kiki their baby girl, it made her an aunt in Yuzuko's eyes. Evenings were empty without Kiki's energetic welcome home songs. 

There was only one person who could be behind Aunt Kiki's disappearance: her grandfather's enemy, Sia Bucks. Hate was a strong word, but Yuzuko's blood would boil at the mere thought of her name. "That horrible woman needs to leave my grandfather alone." 

Sia had accomplished many things, but all she wanted to do was to make her grandfather's life a misery. How dare she! Her grandfather was Professor Takeshi Denki: the greatest scientist alive, king of the robots and a table tennis champion. 

Robots and humans living as one: that was her grandfather's dream. Kyoto was a utopia that she was proud to call home. Her only wish was to make her family proud with top grades, a doll-faced beauty, and burning all her leftover energy working for her grandfather's IT firm. Her greatest task of all was to be a loving mother to her infant son, who would only know his father through a tombstone. 

Higushiotani Cemetery was the perfect resting place for her husband, Hiro-ki Shikumi with perfect views of the rising sun. Yuzuko meditated by Hiroki's grave every morning at six. 

"I'm not the angel they think I am, Hiroki." She spoke as if he were still living. She could imagine his deep laugh and whack on the back. If he was alive, he would have told her to stop acting foolish. 

He told her every day that she was the most beautiful girl in the world. His tender whispers and sweet words behind closed doors still lingered after three years. 

Her classmates and colleagues envied her wavy black hair that she wished was straight. Nobody loved playing with her hair more than her girlfriend, Sa-kura Kanagawa. 

Hiroki was the first and only man she ever loved. Despite the blossoming relationship between technology and nature, Yuzuko's country was still behind on LGBT+ issues. A classmate was expelled for coming out as transgender last week. And in many countries in the Middle East and America, a robot had more rights than a woman. 

Patting the tombstone, Yuzuko pressed her lips against Hiroki's name. "There are three things that will make the world a better place. Firstly, Sia Bucks should go to jail for her crimes against humanity. Secondly, every city should be beautiful like Kyoto. Thirdly, I've longed for the day when I can hold Sakura's hand on the street and carry our boy Koichi as we walk on by. It's time for me to go to work. I hope Kiki's okay. Farewell, Hiroki..." 

On her way to work, she tried calling Kiki's number. All she could hear down the phone was thunderous stomping and heavy rainfall. "Kiki! If you can hear me, please give me a sign that you are okay." 

The phone went quiet for a few seconds until jazz music began to play ran-domly. Then a sickly-sweet voice boomed in her earhole. "Congratulations, you and Sakura have won an exclusive tour around the UK!" 

"Sia Bucks!" Yuzuko gasped. If it wasn't for Sia's sickly voice, she knew the phone would have never slipped from her hands. "A tour? I don't want a tour. I want Aunt Kiki back." 

"Yes, my dear and your lovely girlfriend have won the trip of a lifetime. Your Aunt Kiki has been helping us prepare the award for you." 

"Wait, slow down!" Yuzuko gritted her teeth. "How could I have won when I haven't entered? I don't understand. Where is Kiki? Please bring her back!" 

"A taxi will be coming for you in ten minutes. Oh, isn't this exciting!" 

"That doesn't answer my question!" The line went dead and at the bottom of the road was a black limousine with Sakura inside. She knew it was Sakura, she always wore that yellow dress with the blossoms stitched on. 

She approached the car. It was certain to be a scam, but it meant Kiki and Sakura's lives were on the line, then so be it. She wondered what the hell she doing. 

"Sakura!" Yuzuko swung the car door open and removed the tape constrict-ing Sakura's thighs and wrists. 

"Yuzuko!" Sakura sobbed, clutching onto her chest. "Thank God! You're here." 

A head popped out of the passenger's seat. "Girls." 

Yuzuko trashed against the backseat at the familiar face. "Mother!" 

"What are you doing?" Yuzuko screamed at the driver. She jumped out of the car, opened the driver’s door and punched his stomach. jumping out of the car punching him. "Let Sakura and Kiki go!" 

"Please calm down." Yuzuko's mother said with a smile. "We have to do this. Or else Sia will kill him." 

"Isolation is no good!" Yuzuko snapped. 

Sakura leaned her head over. "Don't snap at your mother." 

"Under the circumstances, I have every right to." Yuzuko clutched onto Sa-kura's hand. "Let's get out of here. Warn everybody." The car doors locked automatically, and the driver zoomed away. The two girls tried crying for help on either side of the window. 

"LISTEN TO ME!" Yuzuko's mother screamed at the top of her voice. The two girls stopped, cowering together. "You want to stop Sia Bucks destroying everything our family has worked for, we have to overthrow her." 

"What are you talking about?" Yuzuko asked. 

"You both have to play Sia's game." 

Yuzuko was unable to speak. She had never felt so pale and clammy in all her life. 

"The Game of Mass Destruction?" Sakura squealed. "Why would you do this to us. We can't destroy the robots. We love them." 

"You don't have to destroy the robots," Yuzuko's mother said with a smile stretching to the corner of her left cheek. "Just have lots of sex with every-body - it's the easiest way to earn points." 

"You want me to cheat on Sakura?" Yuzuko asked. She could believe that the woman in the passenger seat was her mother. 

"Go ahead. I'd love more grandchildren." 

Yuzuko's mother was a kind and caring person. When Yuzuko had any prob-lems, her mother would be there to wipe the tears away. Harumi Denki had turned into a different person overnight.

Yuzuko's perfect world is disturbed when she is forced to take part in the 30th season of Game of Mass Destruction, a reality tv show where twenty contestants have to fight robots and each other for a chance to become a billionaire. Each robot they destroy gives points, but extra points are rewarded for acts of sex and murder. 
    
    Whilst Yuzuko is united with online friends, she discovers dark secrets about her family as she confronts the gameshow's owner the notorious Sia Bucks. Will she survive and become victorious or will it be a comedy of errors with violence and chaos?
    
    "Hunger Games on steroids!" - thoughtfulsushi from Wattpad
    
    "Battle Royale meets Hunger Games with gallows humor, flesh-eating robots, and deep quotes in the "Game of Mass Destruction". If you like dystopian Sci-Fi, take a look at this book" - dawnashes from Wattpad

"落霞与孤鹜齐飞,秋水共长天一色, hehe, I finally recited it properly within a relevant context, that's another thing I won't have any regrets about. This is fine."
Adam's internal monologue gradually became more vivid and complex as he gazed at the crimson, rosy sky with a flock of Canadian ducks galloping valiantly across. Now obviously, he was hallucinating, it was May and the sky was perfectly clear without a trace of anything except the occasional F-18C conducting exercises.
"Oh wait, perhaps that was also an illusion?"
Adam gradually developed a smile across his face, as a foreign and simultaneously friendly and sincere wave of peace washed over his body.
 
Adam Obama is a 17 year old highschool student enrolled in the IB program, a highly competitive two-year Baccalaureate set during Grades 11-12 (or 12-13 if you're from the UK) that aimed to prepare students for the rigors of academia while also developing an international mindset. It taught courses at a significantly higher and deeper level than regular highschool, required students to do independent research, and ended with a standardized international exam.
It was May 20, Adam had just completed the last of his exams, a wave of tranquility and satisfaction had overwhelmed him when he definitely answered that last exam question, something about the polymerization of ethene. 
He felt very confident with his capabilities and was proud of himself. He had received a predicted grade of 45, the highest possible in the IB program, and he was confident he could meet it for the final exams. 
But that was not the real reason Adam was feeling so proud. For he wasn't always this strong academically, back in grade 10 he could barely expand binomials, and didn't understand anything about trigonometry ratios or logarithms. 
However, with sufficient determination, a ridiculously stubborn ego refusing to give up, hours of tears and sweat, and a crazy level of self-discipline coupled with a brutally efficient schedule; Adam had achieved his goals. He mastered all the concepts taught in IB, Heisenberg's principle, HNMR spectroscopy, Taylor series, they were all child's play to him now. 
He even reached beyond and scored 100 on Waterloo's (Canada's strongest mathematics and Computer science university) Euclid Math Contest and 75 on the Canadian Senior Computing Contest, earning him a spot in the Canadian Computing Olympiad. In the end however, he still lost to some super tryhard Chinese kid, and Adam will be eternally salty for that.
 
What an interesting highschool experience, too bad it was all about to end.
You see, as an excited and joyful Adam jumped out of the school with his friends after the exams to celebrate their graduation, he did not see a strange truck approaching him from behind…
It was on a road near the school, Adam did not expect a vehicle to traversing so quickly. But as the truck neared it was too late to react. 
A huge burly man of Caucasian descent, wearing sunglasses and a red hat featuring some fervent political slogan, while also being completely shirtless and having a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, was currently driving the white van that came at Adam. His only companion in the car being his beloved AR-15 that his great grandfather had dug up from Abraham Lincoln's grave, which their family kept as a heirloom ever since. The man's truck was completely painted with political images, featuring various infantile jabs against different ideologies and individuals, complete with a giant nationalist flag wielded onto the roof of the van.
The man screamed at the top of his lungs, "die you f*cking Chicom piece of sh*t!" As the van rammed directly into Adam with more kinetic energy than any of the questions his IB Physics exam had featured. And he drove off without a trace…
 
A crowd had gathered around Adam now, his body limp with a pool of blood around it, someone had called an ambulance, others his parents. Many school staff members and paramedics were conducting various first aid procedures and calling out to Adam, asking him to listen.
But they were all blocked out to the young man, who had both of his eardrums shattered from the impact. In reality, he had also received severe brain damage and the amount of blood in his eyes made vision physically impossible.
They say before one's death, their brain achieves a level of lucidity and awareness beyond anything they have experienced, as their bodies release an assortment of hormones, and all their memories from their life begin converging into a few seconds, just like f(x) and h(x) in the squeeze theorem.
Currently, Adam was visualizing a beautiful autumn sky with flocks of ducks gliding through it. He was also remembering that specific line in a Chinese poem written by Tang Dynasty poet Wang Bo. 
 
If you couldn't tell already, Adam has a great fascination for Chinese culture. He was ethnically Chinese himself, and could even be called a moderate nationalist. Oh, but his position is of a peaceful eastern rise, he believed there were merits to both western and eastern civilization, and that co-existence was the best course of action for both China and the US's sphere, only together can we tackle the difficulties of exploring beyond our little speck of dust in the vast universe.
You may wonder how one can be ethnically Chinese when their last name is Obama. Well, it's complicated. You see, Adam's grandmother from his mother's side came from a very prestigious Chinese family, one which strongly cared about face and honor during a period where those concepts were treated a bit more seriously than one would expect. Their family name was "Ma." His grandfather was just from an average family that had the last name "Ba," and an argument followed when they married, the prestigious family did not have any sons in that generation, and wanted their only female descendant to carry on the family name. But it was a great shame in Chinese culture back then for a male to take on the wife's last name. So, they made a compromise and passed on both their last names to their child, giving them the denomination "Bama." As you may guess, the exact same predicament happened when they also had an only child that was a girl, when she married a man with the last name "Ao," they compromised again and Adam ended up with the name "Obama."
Currently, Adam was still thinking about Wang Bo's poem, he had always wanted to use that poetic line, he found an intrinsic beauty in it, but could never find the opportunity or context to do so. So during Adam's last moments, his brain had created the perfect setting that captured the poem to encapsulate the slideshow of his life flashing before him now.
"Eh, this isn't too bad."
"Not a bad way to go."
"I've achieved more academically than most adults anyways…"
"I'm worried at how my family will receive this though, sh*t…"
"If only those edgy asian cultivation novels were real, ah I would have slapped that white nationalist and his stupid van so hard…"
"Wish I could take another jab at life…"
"Why'd I have to die in some North American rainforest city…"
"Wish I could see China one last ti-…."
"…"
"…"
"…"
 
 
 
 
And then it was bright again. Adam just instantly woke up, and what faced him was just... white, in every direction that he looked. Actually, he was confused at how he was even maneuvering his rotation, for every direction looked the same, and he didn't seem to have eyelids… or anything really.
It was quite strange for Adam, to go from an explosion of emotions to another. First he had graduated IB with a stellar score! Just when he was about to celebrate, he had been hit by a truck and died. And now he woke up in some infinitely stretched three dimensional white space with seemingly no physical body but complete and clear consciousness. 
It wasn't his senses confusing Adam, it was the fact that there was no physical confusion. His senses were all so sensitive and crisp, and his mind was completely clear and conscious. But that shouldn't be possible because he had no body, so biologically he should not have any senses.
 
[What a pity.]
Adam turned around and what faced him was a most peculiar sight. 
A man was sitting on a simplistic and simultaneously majestic throne of very fine craftsmanship, the throne was made out of some transparent crystal-like structure, just resolvable from the background from a light blue tint on the material that would usually just be an aftertaste, but was made quite distinct given the stark white backdrop. Looking closely, Adam could see various drawings etched onto the crystal, some he could recognize, a fish, a dove, a strange looking tortoise. Other things were either completely mythical or foreign, a dragon, a phoenix, a humanoid looking figure holding onto what looked to be an opaque blade covered with unrecognizable particles, a variety of strange plants that Adam could not recognize.
The man sitting on the throne was no less peculiar. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, yet he had long and milky white hair that almost blended in with the background, already combining into a strange sight. The man was wearing a black, long robe with a faint purplish taint to it. If observed closely it could be seen that the etchings on the throne were also present on his robe. The only other accessories observable on the man were a pair of dark gray boots and a rosy, white ring on his right middle finger radiating an ominous aura.
The very strange part of the man was how smooth his skin seemed to be. Not in a feminine way, the man was solidly built with a distinctly masculine appearance. But his skin looked like it was polished marble, no wrinkles or any imperfections could be seen, Adam had a feeling that he could take a x100 microscope to the man's skin and still observe no imperfections. Yet it still retained a fleshy texture. Overall, this combined to give him a look that resembled an anime character or 3D model, alien but still certainly human.
The man currently had his eyes closed and was resting his head upon his left fist, whose elbow was relaxed on the arm of the throne. He had a bored expression. For some reason, Adam thought the man looked very familiar, but could not quite place his hand on who. As Adam contemplated all this the man spoke again.
[A disciplined and ambitious youth, with fair achievements in his chosen field. A supportive family and good friends. You had a bright future ahead, but your life was ended prematurely.]
 
*Silence*
 
[You can talk.]
 
Oh yes, of course. It didn't occur to Adam previously, but since he was already disobeying everything he knew in his past 17 years of life by having vivid senses despite possessing no body, what made it so unbelievable for him to be able to talk as well? So he imagined how he normally would open his mouth and gave it a try.
"Hello, I'm Adam Obama, who are you? Am I in the hospital right now? Is this some highly advanced neural simulation designed to help me recover? If so, I-"
[Enough. I know who you are. You are not currently in the hospital. You are dead.]
Wow, so much for consolation. 
[But because you died so tragically without fulfilling your potential, usually you would be given another life in another world. I believe in your local culture this was described as "isekai."]
Ok what. Adam felt both ridiculous and ridiculed. Just what even… what? He couldn't believe what he just heard. Isekai? So that self-insert trash was real? Oh, please no! How is that fair for the people who constantly, pro-actively improve themselves and throw away thousands of hours to study, practice, or train in a specialized field just to achieve a satisfactory standing in the world, when NEET losers can just die and be transported to their ideal fantasies?
As you can tell, Adam had very strong political beliefs on social issues. He was a staunch supporter of discipline, and that true individual freedom can only be achieved through meticulous planning and effective execution. He very much detested unearned rewards for those that have the potential to achieve things but choose not to for whatever excuses.
"Welp, if I'm getting Isekaied at least I hope they don't modify my personality to be as dense as those poorly written harem protagonists, actually I just hope in general that they don't transport me into some harem setting." The lad's ego began silently monologuing once again. But then the man continued, based on his timing it was obvious that he could read Adam's mind perfectly, but his response seemed to ignore the young man's rant.
[However, you are different. You are not just a confused, depressed brat who would be satisfied with any fantasy world.]
"Oh, thanks for the compliment."
[You are a slightly less confused and depressed brat with naïve but certain ideological beliefs.]
Damn.
[Anyways, the "gods", in your area usually handle these things according to the individual's personal desires.]
[So although, you died in the west. You are literally a Chinese nationalist, so they wanted to get someone from a similar environment to… settle you.]
"So you're the god in charge of isekaing me? This is starting to sound increasingly stupid and corny, just throw me into "Lucky Star" or something and be done with it."
Just then, the man laughed, for the first time, it was a strong laugh that vibrated through the body with authority, despite Adam technically not having a body. And from what he said following that, it was clear that he was not laughing at the "Lucky Star" joke…
[Hahaha, do not associate me with those people. A bunch of ants that claim to be gods. You see, I have to "leave" soon to commit genocide on an entire dimension because they messed with my wife, it will take a few hundred years. I simply wanted someone to continue my legacy in this universe while I am gone. You are not special, you are just one of many who meet my base requirements. Consider yourself extremely lucky."]
After he said that, the man slowly opened his eyes. Adam felt an impossibly powerful force on himself, the amount of gravitational potential he felt at his current point in space made him question if this was what if felt like to be near a black hole, if he still had a body Adam was sure it would be instantly dissociated into elementary particles. The man's eyes felt overwhelmingly deep, it was as if Adam was staring into the core of a black hole whose size could encapsulate the entire universe several times over, and the only reason it did not rip reality to shreds was because it was not currently in the mood for it.
At the same time a sense of realization swept past Adam. He knew who the man was. He read lots of cultivation novels in his spare time for fun, but there was only one novel that distanced itself from all the other garbage fantasies, and really stuck with Adam because of some indescribable pull. He never guessed it would be because the main character of that novel was a genuine god that was in front of him right now.
[You are correct. I am Chen Beixuan, Tribulation stage Immortal Emperor. But you may know me as, Chen Fan?]

Adam Obama is an IB 45 student that was killed by a white supremacist for being a Chinese socialist. He was then given an entire library of cultivation techniques and skills by an Immortal Emperor, and then isekaied into a foreign fantasy world where he must utilize this knowledge to survive as a regular human in an unforgiving environment.

Marion bowed and did as ordered, turning to walk away to collect the specificated vehicle.
Alone, Don Uk could not help but smile before his face returned to the normally stony expression. The first mistress' care towards him.
Don Uk had been two when he lost his mother. Soon after, the first mistress had taken him into her own territory and raised both him and and his brother with her two sons. The first mistress had encouraged them when they were comfortable to call her mother. Still young, Don Uk did. 
His brother took sometime, but he did as well, the first mistress was not as warm as his mother but her care was deeper, each attempt on their life was easily parried and each one caught were force to suffer dearly. 
They as her children were all taught in ways to defend themselves; without power, surrounding oneself with the strong was always wise. A brain is a weapon one always had to utilise it the right way.
"fourth young master, Pingui Don Uk, we have arrived," the driver announced jolting him from his mind.
Don Uk waited for the door to be opened. Which slid back into the vehicle, revealing six stiffly standing people near the elite entrance.
Don Uk scanned his surroundings silently before stepping out the stationary vehicle, immediately after he was flanked by four well-dressed figures. Ignoring their presence, Don Uk took the first step forward towards the towering building. 
Even though it was not a massive structure, the size was reasonable able to house a total of four hundred patience, an entire area designated to workers down to the servant class, each room were categorised from silver, gold and platinum each level rising more than a hundred million universal credits. 
It was no wonder this maiden clan of his had risen so high even though their status was still mediocre.
"greetings to the third young master,"
Don Uk sneered in his mind eyes becoming vigilant, third master? He may share blood with this maiden family, but he saw them as nothing and would have never bothered to come if not for the insistence of mother.
Whatever, he would simply show his face and leave. 
"mmm,"
"third-"
"my family name is Pingui, I am the fourth young master, please understand that in both rank and wealth the Pingui family still stands above the Ken main clan."
Don Uk spoke in a way, stating only facts, unwilling to be bothered with simply enduring with their continual pretense of ignorance.
"Young master please follow us to the meeting area,"
The entrance was as expected; ivory Stein, laid in a pearl white array on the floor and walls, the massive desk to the front sat three immaculate women and one single man, about twenty lengths away stood the guards.
A transparent transporter stood directly behind them where Don Uk was then led into. The inside was prove of its state of the art interior design, showcasing the wealth of and excellent craftsmanship of both the privately owned family hospital and the craftman hired to complete the work. In fact Don Uk will gladly admit that alone from the exterior outside that they truly proved they belonged among the country's top wealthy. The desired level was entered and smoothly the transport went to their desired destination.
Don Uk calmly waited until the transporter arrived at their destination before stepping out a moment later. 
Just as expected; The area led to a massive room luminously illuminated with a glass theme giving it a cold feel, tones of black and gold were added by the two pillars towering on the left and right, while directly in the middle, an oval glass table was placed and comfortable chairs. Those who were seated looked in his direction with a somewhat bored and indifferent look.
From the right sat a man dressed in a simple dark grey suit and black inside shirt with a striped tie, his facial features were neutral, with a sharp gaze and upright stature. The next sat another male wearing a dark blue suit paired with a crisp round collar shirt. His blue black hair secured at the nape of his neck, exposing his delicate features. Don Uk simply scanned the others, finding all with similar expressions and statues, before pausing on the man at the head seat and the boy on his left then the empty seat beside him and the only female present. 
"You have arrived, please take a seat."
Fully entering the room Don Uk parted his lips when he stood behind the chair and announced his presence. 
"Greetings to all present, my name is Pingui Don Uk, the fourth born son to the Pingui family,"
With a nod of his head, Don Uk then took his seat interlocking his fingers and waited.
It did not take long for discussions to begin all of them concerning the board of directors and the further development of the hospital. 
"There is no need to discuss much. This hospital has been overseen by the main branch for the three generations of its existence. The board of directors has always been given to the sons from the main and second branch, always the second sons and no other branches. These are the rules passed down and will remain as such!"
The Man who sat at the head spoke, his stature was large, eyes a liquid silver,  face chiseled yet smooth, you can tell by his facial features that this was a relative, and the boy by his side who sat, had been Sprung from his loins.
Both were different versions of the other. 
"Times are changing, old rules-" another spoke up immediately. His gaze was sharp, looking around as if to draw the others in, sadly before he could say a full coherent sentence his words were cut off. 
"In our society, old rules are the things that keep the others in line. I have only invited you her to see the next member of the director board-"
Calmly this male spoke who most likely was an uncle, he sat straight, each articulated word understood clearly, Don Uk listened carefully wanting to know what this speech was about feeling slightly shocked at the mention of the director board. He was all too aware of the burden that title came with, it might seem all well and good but the problems it came with, he had no desire to face. 


{this is book 1 of 2}
{book 2 coming soon: Vol 2} 

Guai is a wolf unable to shift, 
Because of that Guai had then been thrown from the pack, after deemed as useless into the realm among the sheep known as humans. 
After a while, she inadvertently saved a small child who opened the door to a life filled with complications. 


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please read auxiliary chapter for in-depth info.
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Bella could hear her stories being read by Zane. But could not open her eyes yet.

◇◇◇♡♡♡◇◇◇ THE LAUGHING HIPPOPOTAMUS cont.

He crawled out of the mud where he was wallowing and tramped away through the bushes, and the last his mother heard as she lay half in and half out of the water was his musical "guk-uk-uk-uk!" dying away in the distance. 

Keo was in such a happy mood that he scarcely noticed where he stepped, so he was much surprised when, in the middle of a laugh, the ground gave way beneath him, and he fell to the bottom of Gouie's deep pit. 

He was not badly hurt, but had bumped his nose severely as he went down; so he stopped laughing and began to think how he should get out again. 

Then he found the walls were higher than his head, and that he was a prisoner. So he laughed a little at his own misfortune, and the laughter soothed him to sleep, so that he snored all through the night until daylight came. 

When Gouie peered over the edge of the pit next morning he exclaimed: "Why, 'tis Ippi—the Jolly One!" 

Keo recognized the scent of a black man and tried to raise his head high enough to bite him. Seeing which Gouie spoke in the hippopotamus language, which he had learned from his grandfather, the sorcerer.
"Have peace, little one; you are my captive." 

"Yes; I will have a piece of your leg, if I can reach it," retorted Keo; and then he laughed at his own joke: "Guk-uk-uk-uk!" 

But Gouie, being a thoughtful black man, went away without further talk, and did not return until the following morning. 

When he again leaned over the pit Keo was so weak from hunger that he could hardly laugh at all. "Do you give up?" asked Gouie, "or do you still wish to fight?" 

"What will happen if I give up?" inquired Keo. 

The black man scratched his woolly head in perplexity. "It is hard to say, Ippi. You are too young to work, and if I kill you for food I shall lose your tusks, which are not yet grown. Why, O Jolly One, did you fall into my hole? I wanted to catch your mother or one of your uncles." 

"Guk-uk-uk-uk!" laughed Keo. "You must let me go, after all, black man; for I am of no use to you!" 

"That I will not do," declared Gouie; "unless," he added, as an afterthought, "you will make a bargain with me." 

"Let me hear about the bargain, black one, for I am hungry," said Keo. 

"I will let your go if you swear by the tusks of your grandfather that you will return to me in a year and a day and become my prisoner again." 

The youthful hippopotamus paused to think, for he knew it was a solemn thing to swear by the tusks of his grandfather; but he was exceedingly hungry, and a year and a day seemed a long time off; so he said, with another careless laugh: "Very well; if you will now let me go I swear by the tusks of my grandfather to return to you in a year and a day and become your prisoner." 

Gouie was much pleased, for he knew that in a year and a day Keo would be almost full grown. So he began digging away one end of the pit and filling it up with the earth until he had made an incline which would allow the hippopotamus to climb out. 

Keo was so pleased when he found himself upon the surface of the earth again that he indulged in a merry fit of laughter, after which he said: "Good-by, Gouie; in a year and a day you will see me again." 

Then he waddled away toward the river to see his mother and get his breakfast, and Gouie returned to his village. 

During the months that followed, as the black man lay in his hut or hunted in the forest, he heard at times the faraway "Guk-uk-uk-uk!" of the laughing hippopotamus. But he only smiled to himself and thought: "A year and a day will soon pass away!" 

Now when Keo returned to his mother safe and well every member of his tribe was filled with joy, for the Jolly One was a general favorite. But when he told them that in a year and a day he must again become the slave of the black man, they began to wail and weep, and so many were their tears that the river rose several inches. 

Of course Keo only laughed at their sorrow; but a great meeting of the tribe was called and the matter discussed seriously. "Having sworn by the tusks of his grandfather," said Uncle Nikki, "he must keep his promise. But it is our duty to try in some way to rescue him from death or a life of slavery." 

To this all agreed, but no one could think of any method of saving Keo from his fate. So months passed away, during which all the royal hippopotamuses were sad and gloomy except the Jolly One himself. 

Finally but a week of freedom remained to Keo, and his mother, the queen, became so nervous and worried that another meeting of the tribe was called. 

By this time the laughing hippopotamus had grown to enormous size, and measured nearly fifteen feet long and six feet high, while his sharp tusks were whiter and harder than those of an elephant. 

"Unless something is done to save my child," said the mother, "I shall die of grief." 

Then some of her relations began to make foolish suggestions; but presently Uncle Nep, a wise and very big hippopotamus, said: "We must go to Glinkomok and implore his aid." 

Then all were silent, for it was a bold thing to face the mighty Glinkomok. But the mother's love was equal to any heroism. 

"I will myself go to him, if Uncle Nep will accompany me," she said, quickly. 

Uncle Nep thoughtfully patted the soft mud with his fore foot and wagged his short tail leisurely from side to side. "We have always been obedient to Glinkomok, and shown him great respect," said he. 

"Therefore I fear no danger in facing him. I will go with you." All the others snorted approval, being very glad they were not called upon to go themselves. 

So the queen and Uncle Nep, with Keo swimming between them, set out upon their journey. They swam up the river all that day and all the next, until they came at sundown to a high, rocky wall, beneath which was the cave where the might Glinkomok dwelt. 

This fearful creature was part beast, part man, part fowl and part fish. It had lived since the world began. 

Through years of wisdom it had become part sorcerer, part wizard, part magician and part fairy. Mankind knew it not, but the ancient beasts knew and feared it. 

The three hippopotamuses paused before the cave, with their front feet upon the bank and their bodies in the water, and called in chorus a greeting to Glinkomok. 

Instantly thereafter the mouth of the cave darkened and the creature glided silently toward them.

There once was a powerful Prince who ruled the business world with no heart.

Everything he wanted he took.

One day a cleaning girl getting his home ready for a party caught his eye.

Could someone so simple thaw his hear and turn the beast into a man?

He quickly turned. He picked up a vase and threw it.

He stormed down stairs. "Who is in charge?" he roared.

Bella stood up, "I am sir, my name is Bella Beauté, what can I help you with?" She held out her hand.

He stared at it but could not take in, "It is improper to sit out in front of my home and have a picnic. There is a park down the road eat there."

"I do apologize sir. We will do that from now on. Is there anything else?" Bella tried to keep calm.

With out a word he stormed back into his home. There was still 40 minutes for lunch so they packed up their lunch and headed to the park.

From the window he watched the little girl drive away. 'Bella Beauté... Beauté is french for beauty and she was a beauty.'

[The book is also full of fairytales Bella loves to read]

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