No titles need between us
What ever you are
You will be always in my heart
Together we make our own pace

"No titles need between us"
Ever time you say it
it makes me happy
and makes me feel sad...

year 1985 B.D planet Alitear
born again with a system 
Mc flowing in the darkness litter with specks of light pulsing with life "how many does that make again" " I've been a god, titan , devil, omnipotent immortal and what has that given me boredom which fated system will you throw at me now you bastards."
Status
Title: Savior& Destroyer [+2 all stats]
,Demon god[ Immunity to + light magic] , Holy god [ Immunity to + Dark magic , first born of titan clan [+55 STR stat], Material god [+1 all stats, +mastery over all items], 

Animal System extension 
<Acquired title> <[lone wolf]> <[ +2 all stats when fighting multiple enemy's]>

lv.1
Name: Haku quin (Jerry west)
Race: Astra Wolf
blood line: degraded wolf descended/ prior purchased blood lines available
Age: New born
Str:2 /+8 /+0
Dex:1 /+3 /+0
Con:2 /+3 /+0
Int:4 /+3 /+0
Wis:5 /+3 /+0
Chr:3 /+3 /+0 /+3 (New born bonus 1 month)

special
------------
luck: -36

unique abilitys:
telekinesis - degraded 
space affinity - degraded
all elements affinity - degraded (blood line effect)
polymorph - [forms Locked]


<s%al c*uroption 2/7> [time to repair 7 yrs 2 mo 14 days] 11:37 

elsewhere in heaven
a god and goddess talking
"it's in place"
"good my haku didn't deserve this"
"remember your promise"
grumbling as she walked away another was listening to there conversation he whistled "fate of infinite relams now are scaled what does fate hold"

Hello everyone. I'm truly sorry that the Eternal Sanctum has not been updated on Webnovel for more the eight months now. With that, I have a brief announcement to make:
The Eternal Sanctum has migrated to another webnovel hosting platform, Creative Novels. I will no longer be updating it on WN's platform anymore. My sincere apologies.
Part of the decision comes from how poorly designed the original content creation platform that WN provides original authors with. Margins, inline texts, paragraph spacing, and many more features are not available on the content creation platform. Those who are not contracted authors do not even have access to basic formatting of font and text when uploading chapters, and some contracted authors I know have yet to gain access to such basic features including bold, italic, and underline lettering that you might see in translated projects hosted by WN.
Not all original content requires italic or bold font to get their stories across, but The Eternal Sanctum does. The way I wrote the novel and designed the project made it wholly incompatible with the characters directly speaking their thoughts in forms similar to dialogue, and were also elements that couldn't be expressed in the same format as background text or details. Trying to adapt the novel to the meagre tools WN offered didn't produce a satisfactory effect from an author's perspective, and I mostly feel that it has reduced the quality of the novel and made it significantly more difficult to read from a reader's perspective. 
Part of the result is because English is not my primary language, and I am still well within the learning process. Some of my wording may be either unsuited or too formal for its context, or might seem unfamiliar to those who know English as their native language. Regrettably, that is something that can improve only with time, and much, much more practice.
Another reason for my decision in pulling the novel from WN was because of people who steal and post unoriginal content. I do not know if many were aware, but two people had stripped all of The Eternal Sanctum's content and uploaded it WN with a different title and cover as their "original work". They have been removed a few months ago, but before they were removed, they had the same chapter titles as The Eternal Sanctum, and the chapters themselves were entire rips from the original content. Making matters worse, one of them was even in the process of becoming a contracted author with WN's platform utilizing my work when a few fellow authors reported it to the staff.
Finally, I do not think that The Eternal Sanctum, as a project, does not fit in so well with the audience that WN generates. The theme and structure of the novel doesn't seem to be compatible with most of the readers on the platform, unfortunately.
But let's not end on a miserable note. That fate is reserved for the characters in my novels only, not for my readers.
Is this the last time I will be posting on WN?
The answer is no. Definitely not. 
The Eternal Sanctum will be pulled down from WN, but I will be posting two new projects that I have been working on during this silence. Their titles (for now!) will be:
The Gaze of Heaven
The Master of Curses
Will I can't be certain about the future, I can say with confidence that those two projects will be on WN for a long time. Perhaps, once the contracts for original authors improves, they might get contracted. But who knows - it touches on international law for many authors on the program, after all.
Well. Time to conclude it here.
Thank you, everyone, for reading The Eternal Sanctum while it has been on WN. I apologize once more for being unnecessarily silent for so long on either updates or comments. For those who still have some faith in me (thank you!) and The Eternal Sanctum, you can still read it - updated to the most recent chapters - on Creative Novels. For the two new projects, please expect to see them appear on WN within a few weeks (two weeks if I can get the cover done!). They do take a different approach and atmosphere than my previous works, so it'll be a fresh breath of air for a few of us.
Once again, thank you.

Clouded Jade.

"A mirror?" she wondered, rubbing the smooth surface with her slender fingers. "What's so special about it? It looks so ordinary."


"Just not a plain mirror," replied the grandfather. His gaze distant, his voice was hoarse as he explained. "It'll change your life to the deepest core. Here, since it is your sixteenth birthday, I'll pass it to you as a present."


"How will it change anything?" she retorted, tapping the pristine yet dull surface. "You must be joking! Always prancing about how I need to be more vain, so mean!"


"You will see in due time," was the reply. 



You will see in due time. Just how a single, useless mirror will change your life in many ways unexpected by anyone.


Grandfather was indeed correct. An Fei could not help but admit it. The mirror had completely changed her life, just as he had said.

Only, was she presented hell, or a new life?
Because....

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"My dear wife, I particularly enjoyed those soft cries and croons you prepared last night. Husband wants to eat meat again!"

A handsome man dressed in black robes patted her on the back, softly whispering into her ear. 


That handsome appearance combined with his devilish allure, he would torment her night and day without pause, tethered by a tender string of sweetness.


Definitely in hell. No doubt about it!



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//Hello! This is another project of mine! This one will be incorporating themes of historical, transmigration, romance, and xianxia themes. Hope you enjoy!

ABOUT THE STORYTELLING

The story is told from two perspectives in three volumes:

☆Volume #1 - Hinata's version in A Sunflower's Lament
☆Volume #2 - Eiji's version in A Sunflower's Heart Returned
☆Volume #3 - To My Sunflower is the climatic end to the story

Posts will be intermittently released to both volumes as the story progresses.
I aim to make the story as authentic as possible.

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Hinata longed for his Eiji to return from war. Alone in the idyllic countryside whilst other areas of Japan were torn asunder.  One day, he receives a letter from his lover filled with the scent of sunflowers and his undying love for him, followed by official news of his presumed death at Iwo Jima. Heartbroken. Yet determined to honor his promise to Eiji; to live the life they were unable to live together.

Eiji fought honorably for Japan at Iwo Jima. He fell injured in a banzai charge to be classified as dead. He recovered with the aid of an American lieutenant, who escorted him back into the mainland for espionage work. His one chance and hope of return to Hinata's side.

A controversial risk of a war story set at the end of WW2, 1945 within Hiroshima and Nagano, Japan.  Two sides of the war are shown from the individual perspectives of same-sex lovers Hinata and Eiji. 

More than a boy's love. An emotional drama, revealing the hearts and souls of people surviving America's assault. Hope from the consequences suffered at war's end.

Not far from the workbenches, there was a bookshelf with a few books randomly placed on the shelves.

However, this was not the cause of Su Luo's astonishment. What amazed her was that there were about seven to eight corpses lying in various positions surrounding the workbench. Every corpse was air-dried and withered, as if the owner had passed away a long time ago.

It was very clear that these people had been in a very intense fight.

Su Luo was in the midst of frowning when suddenly, she sensed danger behind her. Su Luo immediately dropped and rolled on the ground to dodge.

"Didn't know that your survival skills were so great. Even the fall couldn't kill you!" Nen Lu said as she leaned on the corner wall for support. Her face displayed a duplicitous and furtive smile, full of strong killing intent.

In the beginning, Nen Lu was only following orders to kill Su Luo when she attacked the other. However, at this moment, Nen Lu was itching to dismember Su Luo into ten thousand tiny pieces for her own benefit.

"Aren't you also still alive?" Su Luo's smile was as light as a cloud and gentle like the wind. Nevertheless, a trace of apprehension appeared in her heart.

The opponent was a third ranked martial artist, while she herself had no spiritual strength. They were both injured, but by observing Nen Lu's attack a moment ago, Su Luo realized that Nen Lu's injuries were much lighter than hers.

Nen Lu was about to seize this opportunity to kill Su Luo when suddenly, her line of sight turned towards the interior of the room.

With just this one look, she was so amazed that her mouth fell open. Then, an ecstatic expression appeared on her face.

Nen Lu quickly walked into the room, full of excitement and with an incredulous expression.that looked at everything inside. She kept mumbling to herself. "This. This can't be real, right? Could it actually be Zi Huo's medicinal cauldron? Is it really Zi Huo's medicinal cauldron?"

"What is a Zi Huo's medicinal cauldron?" Su Luo asked, full of curiosity.

At this time, Nen Lu already viewed Su Luo as a dead person, so she felt no need to conceal anything from her. Right now, Nen Lu really needed to let out the ecstasy in her heart or else she would go mad from holding it in.

"I told you you were a good-for-nothing but you refuse to accept it. You haven't even heard of Zi Huo's medicinal cauldron. Zi Huo's medicinal cauldron is a top-notch divine artifact pursued by all the Apothecaries in the world. If they use this medicinal cauldron to refine medicine, then the rate of success will increase by a hundredfold! Never mind, talking to you is simply like playing a lute to a cow (1). You don't even know what an Apothecary is, right?"

Confronted by Nen Lu's belittling expression, Su Luo coldly laughed in her heart. Sorry to embarrass you, but this great one actually has a wood-fire dual system and was preparing to level up as an Apothecary.


At this moment, Nen Lu looked at Zi Huo's medicinal cauldron in wonder. Her sword was emitting mysterious rays of light as she murmured to herself. "It was said that during that time, Elder Zi Huo went into seclusion. Could it be that he finally died here?"

"Elder Zi Huo?" Su Luo again asked, "Who is he?"

Nen Lu rolled her eyes. "You haven't even heard of Elder Zi Huo? This renowned Elder was the world's only Grandmaster level Apothecary. Do you know how many famous families and noble clans under the heavens wanted to curry favor with this renowned Elder? Yet you have actually never heard of this Elder Zi Huo. Your stupidity can't be cured. I really have nothing more to say to you."

Su Luo knew that the continent's Apothecaries were divided into levels: Elementary Apothecary, Intermediate Apothecary, Advanced Apothecary, Elite Apothecary, as well as Grandmaster Apothecary.

It was extremely difficult to advance to the next Apothecary level.

However, Apothecaries were rare, thus making every Apothecary extremely precious.

Su Manor's Apothecary was only an Elementary Apothecary, but due to his existence, he was able to ensure that Su Manor did not topple for the past few decades.

She never expected that the Elder Zi Huo was the legendary rumored Grandmaster Apothecary. It was indeed hard to imagine.

"Wow!" Nen Lu, who was lingering in front of the bookshelf ahead, suddenly loudly shrieked, "Primeval pill recipes! Unexpectedly, "Obscure Pill Recipes"(2) is also here! Oh heavens! Jackpot, I really hit the jackpot!"

"Obscure Pill Recipes" was Elder Zi Huo's personal notes. It was a written record of his life's knowledge and experience regarding medicinal recipes. Inside, it also had a lot of primeval pill recipes which had not been passed on and were thought to be lost for eternity.

1) playing a lute to a cow – idiom: figuratively meaning offering a treat to an unappreciative audience; to cast pearls before swine; caviar to the general; to preach to deaf ears; to talk over somebody's head.

2) "" we are going to use the same brackets that the author used for highlighting titles…. I'm sure I'll eventually find the underline function in WordPress but the brackets looks cooler 😉

She, a renowned assassin of the 21st century, actually crossed over to become Su Manor’s most useless good-for-nothing Fourth Miss.

He, Jin Empire’s imperial highness, was an emotionless overbearing demonic tyrant with unrivaled talent.

Everyone knew that she was idiotic and good-for-nothing and bullied her as they pleased. But only he, the overbearing tyrant with the discerning eye, wouldn’t let go of her even if his life depended on it.

For the time being, let’s just see how the stubborn versus stubborn clash and play out in this good show of the chaser and the chased. 
T/N 
i'm sorry in advance but i'll be having slow updates in this period because I have exams 
also this is my first time writing a novel or more accurately translating one so please bear with me in the first chapters if you have advice or new ideas that I can include in this book please write the in the comments

After looking around for a bit, Aurus decided to simply perform the action on the bed within his shop. The smell was still a bit of a problem as it could get him out of the trance but it was much better than the other mages who would have to try and do it with a bunch of noise.
When Aurus sat in the lotus position, Gracey did the same on the ground in front of him, and soon he was, once more in the state between consciousness and unconsciousness. 
The line of magic was in front of him again and this time, he decided to look at it more closely. He felt that it was weird, that right now the line was the same distance away from him compared to the last time he was in this trance, he also noticed that all of the mages earlier tried moving their hands about the same distance away from their body.
The line was a weird kind of white that seemed to transcend color. It was about fifty centimeters in front of his nose and twisted and turned as it went to the left and right. He slowly moved his head to see where it was going and soon found that despite the irregular twists within the line, it did form a sort of shape around him. The line was split into two parts, one that was horizontal and one that was vertical in nature.
The former was the one he had been looking at earlier, it actually made a circle around his body, it wasn't perfect due to the 'knots' within the line but it was close enough that he was able to notice it. 
The second, vertical, section was only noticed by Aurus once he turned his head ninety degrees to the left and later to the right. It formed an oval, the top part was fifty centimeters above his head while for the bottom section, it disappeared into the ground. 
For the sake of simplicity, he decided to call the horizontal line the 'underline' and the vertical one the 'upperline', since it went above him. It would be easier to discuss with other mages if they had some terms available.
He then went ahead and reached out to touch the underline again. He could feel the magic going from the underline into his finger, and from his finger, it started moving through his arm until it finally got to his heart. Aurus followed the flow carefully for an unknown period of time and realized it truly did move through the veins, he could even faintly feel it empowering his blood.
He also noticed the mana seemed to pulse regularly, at a rate of about once every two seconds. When it pulsed, the mana moved the fastest, then it would slow down over the course of two seconds before reaching max speed again.
In reality, the difference between the slowest and fastest speed of mana wasn't that great but Aurus still found it a great find. 
There was one other irregularity he found though. When he first touched the underline, he recalled there was half-a-second's pause before the mana moved into his finger, Aurus guessed that this corresponded to the beat of the mana, or the M-beat. Paying attention now, he noticed new mana didn't flow in when the M-beat occurred, instead, it was a quarter second later. 
This oddity, however small it seemed, made Aurus curious and he tried to figure out what caused the delay, did the M-beat occur somewhere else within the upper-or underline, making it so that time was needed for it to travel, or was it something else. 
He ended up figuring out that the mana didn't actually go from the underline straight to his finger, it seemed to try and go outwards first, then it failed, and rebound into Aurus's finger.
"Okay, so it seems the mana tries to escape outwards whenever the M-beat occurs. When you place your finger onto the underline, it gives the rebounding mana a new place to go to. The mana near the contact location that fails to escape to the outside then rebounds into the finger. I'm not sure if all mana gets rebounded or if some of it successfully manages to get out but nonetheless, this is likely closely related to spellcasting."
Aurus's voice was barely audible but audible nonetheless. He was in his own little world currently to the point where he forgot about Gracey's proximity.
| Congratulations player 'Aurus'. Due to your realizations, your 'Intelligence' has increased by 2.0. |
The system notification caused him to immediately get out of his trance and surprisingly, it took a moment to reorient himself. Right now, the room he was in turned dark, night had fallen. Surprisingly, without realizing it, Aurus had spent six full hours within his trance, continuously absorbing mana while studying the process.
He looked around using the dim moonlight that came through the window and found a candle that had fallen over onto the desk.
He looked at it for a few moments before holding his head, "Right," he uttered, "No lighter."
Aurus was about to laugh at himself for picking up and placing down the candle without having a way to light it, but just as he placed his head close to the candle as he shook his head, a sound came from just beside him.
Fwoosh
A spark came from beside his head and the candle a few centimeters in front of him lit up. With a shocked expression, Aurus turned around.
There was a wand just next to his head, pointing at the candle, and the person holding it was none other than Gracey. She had her eyes closed at first but when the candle lit up, she slowly opened her eyes. When she saw the lit candle, she seemed excited, and surprised for a moment before her eyes turned to Aurus.
Aurus didn't even care about the fact she was probably hoping to get praised as he genuinely looked at her with a twinkle in his eyes, "Well done!" he exclaimed genuinely before turning to the desk which had a bunch of empty papers on it. Aurus quickly spoke, "Let's talk about the casting of a spell in a second, first I have to write down my findings."
After saying so, he quickly focused on recalling everything he found out. The exact flow of the mana, the approximate speed it moved at, the delay in receiving mana, and various other little things he found out. He had a feeling that they may be important later on and he wanted to document them before he got excited and focused fully on casting spells, forgetting to write down this useful information.
After writing for about a dozen minutes, mostly writing down conjectures, he turned to Gracey, "How did you do it?"
Gracey stayed silent for a few seconds gathering her words, before speaking with her weird intonations, "I put my wand on the line of magic, then I pushed the magic within my heart forward and it moved through the line and wand, making the spark."
Aurus was surprised Gracey didn't finish speaking after two words but was content with it. It seemed she learned how to somewhat utilize magic, but only to the point of causing a park.
"Okay, so the wand is like a sword that can push through the barrier keeping most magic within the underline. Then you have to utilize the magic you gather within your heart to power the sword and for the magic to break free."
| Congratulations player 'Aurus'. Due to your realizations, your 'Intelligence' has increased by 0.5. |
Even though it was only a conjecture, the system's message seemed to confirm his thoughts. He had to admit he was glad to see he could still gain stat points if other people helped him get parts of the information required.
Aurus was about to go back into his meditative space and give casting a shot using a crystal ball when a loud knock came from the front door.
"I'm back!"
The voice was of someone Aurus immediately recognized, it came from Grunk.

First version of Rise of the Greatest Mage

Test
I just want to see if there is a way to change font, size, underline, bold etc.
So it's not a chapter to read. It's just a chapter where I experiment.

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Test 1: Normal = Hello
Underline = H͟e͟l͟l͟o͟

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Test 2: Normal = Yes!
Bold = 𝐘𝐞𝐬!

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Test 3: Normal = Flat is justice!
Symbols = Flat is justice! ❤️✔❤️

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Test 4: Normal = Asdrerd is ugly!
Effects: A͛s͛d͛r͛e͛r͛d͛ ͛i͛s͛ ͛u͛g͛l͛y͛!͛

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Test 5: Multiple symbols in one sentence
♩♪♫♬♫♪♫♬♫♩

𝓨𝓮𝓼, 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵!

A painter named Yarold loves to paint more than anything else does in the world.
The problem? He had already painted all the places he thought were interesting. He began to look at fantasy works, but this was not enough, he wanted to walk and see those places with his own eyes, it was an impossible dream.
One day he died of a mistake from God.
Yarold's dream of being able to paint all the islands of One Piece was no longer so impossible.

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— This is my first novel.
— My English is bad. English is not my first language.
 — The original work is by Oda.

Thanks!
Enjoy the reading.

"Adam!"
"What!?"
"DON'T mix Dad's Wallbanger in the shaker. He hates it that way. Just mix it in the glass. And don't forget a half-slice of orange on the rim.
"Karen..."
"No! Put the vodka first, then the juice. The vodka is lighter, so it will rise to the top. Stir it lightly. Now sprinkle it with Galliano and DON'T stir it again."
"Shut up," hissed Adam. "Jesus! Tell you what: you make your own Martini. I'm not going to make drinks for you people ever again."
"Don't be a crybaby."
"Fuck off."
Adam Lander stormed out of the kitchen and made his way to the dining room. He walked up to his father seated at the head of the big table, and deposited the full glass on the wine-red leather coaster embossed with gold.
"Here you are, Dad," he said.
"Thank you," said Kirk Lander. "Is Karen coming?"
"She's fixing herself a drink."

Kirk Lander nodded with understanding. He appreciated his daughter's need for some alcohol in preparation for the conference that was about to begin. Alcohol had helped Kirk a great many times during the course of his political career. He firmly believed that without alcohol, society would simply suffer a seizure. Alcohol was to society what oil was to a running engine: a lubricant that made sure things went on more or less smoothly.

He tasted his Wallbanger and smiled: Adam had gotten it right, for once. He raised his glass, looking at everyone seated at the table. In addition to the Lander clan, the assembled personnel included John Vorner -  their farmer neighbor.

"To us," Kirk said, and sipped. They all grinned and drank. 'To us' is the perfect toast, thought Kirk. 'To you' was too ingratiating. 'To myself' - although sincere, it just couldn't be done. 'To everyone gathered here' - too general, he would sound like he didn't know his audience. 'To us' was perfect. It established a bond.

Karen entered the room bearing a family-sized Martini, mixed in what appeared to be a small salad bowl on a stand. Mixing a drink of that size could require substantial labor. Kirk decided he wouldn't mention that she'd kept all of them waiting.

"Please excuse me," Karen said, and swiftly walked to her chair and sat down. Bernard, Kirk's younger son, eyed Karen's drink enviously. At fifteen he was still officially underage, even though he was more adult than most people in almost every respect. He was allowed to drink beer or wine, but not liquor. Not even when it was diluted in a cocktail that had less alcoholic content than wine.

Bernard longed to escape the dreary bullshit of yet another family conference. They all ignored him, just because he was the youngest! He wanted to be back in his room, smoking a joint. Kirk said:

"As you all know, in a couple of hours I must make an important decision, a final decision on whether to accept the post of governor of Napa County in the New World."

He broke off and looked around the table to see whether everyone was appropriately impressed. They were. With the exception of Randy Trueman, who had been toughened up by the Marines, they were all slightly shell-shocked by news from the outside world that had finally begun to filter through. The picture that emerged was that of a world upside down. The United States of America was no longer an independent nation, and neither was any other nation! There would be a new global currency based on coins! It was stupefying.

"Of course," continued Kirk, "If I accept this post, graciously offered to me by Carlton Brock - I will not be able to participate in our own New World colonization effort."

That was the wrong thing to say. He could see a couple of people, especially Bernard, were pleased to hear that. Well, Bernard had a surprise coming. Kirk smiled at him, and said:

"So I'd like all of us to vote on what I should do. Your wishes are of paramount importance to me. If you vote remain, I shall turn down Carlton Brock's offer. If you vote leave - I will accept it."

It was already done and dusted, of course. Kirk Lander didn't call a vote he was likely to lose. They'd all vote for him to stay; a couple might abstain. And he wanted to stay. He didn't want to become a cog in the new colonial machine, even though he'd be an important cog. Adam, Randy, his wife Debbie, and John Vorner would all vote for him to remain. Karen and Bernard would abstain. That was how it would pan out.

It had been a masterstroke to bring Vorner in on his scheme. There was always a possibility Karen would try to make Randy vote her way. But Vorner's vote meant that there was no hope of winning against Kirk. He could always count on four votes, including his own. That gave him a majority. And both Karen and Bernard had the smarts to avoid fights they would lose. They'd abstain, motivating their choice by the desire to give Kirk complete freedom of decision.

John Vorner had been more than happy to join the Lander New World enterprise. He was a farmer. He was up to his neck in debt. He had been completely ruined by the catastrophe. His farm had collapsed: he couldn't run it without machinery, and no machinery was working. Kirk' s offer, accompanied by a indefinite-term half-million dollar loan, had been a lifesaver. He'd eagerly joined Kirk, and proved to be of great help in the recruiting of extra colonists for the New World.

They'd recruited nearly forty people over the past two weeks. Most of them were former workers at Vorn's farm; they'd suddenly found themselves unemployed. They too all received indefinite-term loans from Kirk Lander, although the amounts were naturally much smaller. They'd practically wept with gratitude. They didn't know what Kirk already knew: that the money would soon become useless, and all debt - public and private - would be cancelled.

There was one fly in the ointment that bothered Kirk, if only slightly. He knew that when he turned down the governor's post, Brock would offer it to the other California senator: Libby Placek. Libby Placek was a left-leaning, middle-aged lesbian who ceaselessly campaigned on the premise that people were fundamentally good and caring and well-meaning even when they behaved badly.

Given this horseshit, Kirk had no doubt that his own, private kingdom in the New World would enjoy all the independence it wanted. He tried to imagine Libby Placek operating in New World reality. She was a vegetarian. Presumably, she would refuse to wear animal skin. She was seriously overweight, and the image of her clad in a grass skirt made Kirk grin with delight.

"I shall now leave this room," he said, rising from his seat. "I do not want my presence to unduly influence anyone's vote. I will return after five minutes to cast my own vote."
"Dad, wait," Adam said. "Shouldn't you vote before leaving?"
"Like I said, I don't want to influence anyone's vote."
"But it's only fair that we know what your wishes are. Whether you want to stay with us, or accept the governor's post."
"My wish is to want what my voters want," Kirk said a little pompously, and left the room.

He made his way to his study, and helped himself to a cigar. He frowned, and counted the cigars left in the humidor. Six. And maybe another twenty in the untouched box in his desk drawer. That Vorner was smoking him out of house and home! Kirk had taken to offering John Vorner a cigar each time he wanted his agreement on something. It had a Pavlovian effect, and now Vorner expected a cigar every single time Kirk wanted to talk to him about something.

As Kirk puffed on his cigar, he wondered about what was going on in the dining room. There would be some last-minute, fervent canvassing by Karen and Bernard to vote leave. They wouldn't succeed. Debbie, Adam, and Vorner were staunchly on his side, and Randy could count as well as the next man. He would know the leave vote would lose even if he'd joined it.

Another two minutes to go! Kirk allowed himself one long, luxurious draw on his cigar; then he placed it in the ashtray on his desk, and slowly walked back to the dining room. He stopped at the door, listening: but all he heard was silence. After a while, Bernard coughed. Then Karen said something, but her voice was too low for Kirk to make out what she'd said.

Exactly five minutes after he'd left, he pressed the handle and entered the dining room. He nodded to everyone - he knew they were all looking at him. He took his seat at the head of the table and looked back at them and smiled his most sincere smile.

"So," he said, "Has the jury reached a verdict?"
It provoked uneasy grins around the table. Adam said:
"What's your vote, Dad?"
"All right," said Kirk, in a tone that suggested he didn't wish to talk about his own desires, and that doing so constituted a great sacrifice. "I love and cherish you all, you know that. And John here has been a family friend for years. How could you even think I'd want to leave? I vote to remain. Given your wisdom and help, I'll do my best to guide our colony to prosperity."

He glanced around the table, and asked:

"So, what's the tally?"
"Five for remain, and two abstentions," said Adam. And they all started clapping, even Bernard and Karen.

Kirk rose from his seat, beaming and bowing: they all rose too, continuing to clap. He actually had to raise a hand for them to stop.

"I shall now call the President, pardon me, the UN commissioner for the United States, Carlton Brock, and apprise him of my decision," he said.
"What will be your title?" asked Karen, a little viciously.
"King, of course. Kings were historically elected in progressive nations like, like Holland."
"Poland," Karen said.
"Of course. I misspoke. And you shall all receive titles and coats of arms consistent with the power you shall wield in your domains."

His family had known about his plans for the various titles, but John Vorner seemed a little taken aback. It made sense to start with him.
"You, John," said Kirk, "Will take charge of the country stretching from your farm to lake Berryessa. You will be known as Duke of Beryessa. You Randy - you shall found a settlement on the Napa river. We must gain control of the river and secure untrammelled access to San Pablo Bay. Does Duke of San Pablo sound okay to you? You may all change your titles to whatever you like, by the way. These are just proposals. But I think they fit the image of the glorious colony we shall build together."
"What about me?" said Adam.
"My son! You shall, of course, be known as the Grand Duke of Napa. You shall have your own estate, of course, I have two locations in mind that I would like to discuss with you later. And you, Bernard, will secure our northern border by colonizing the area around Lake Hennessey."
"I see I don't get a title," Karen said.
"My dear! Of course you do. You're the Duchess of San Pablo or whatever Randy and you prefer to be called. Of course Debbie shall stay at my side as the Queen."
"The queen of what? California?" Debbie asked.

Kirk Lander felt stunned by his wife's wisdom. He had intended to call himself the King of Napa, but now he saw the King of California was a much better title. Debbie was so smart! Most people didn't think so, but he did. He didn't marry her just for her young beauty.

"Of course," he said. "The Queen of California."
"So that makes you the King of California?" said Karen.
"Naturally. And have no fear: within a few years, all of California will be under our control. Or at least a substantial part, including a large stretch of the coast."

There was a disbelieving silence, so he added:

"We have enough implant kits and hiber beds to build the most powerful colony in the area. And I'm also sure we have in this room an incredible combination of intelligence and talent. A combination that will be very, very difficult to beat."

He paused dramatically and then continued, slamming his fist softly down on the table to underline each point:

"We have iron. We have horses. We have all sorts of livestock and agricultural plants. And most importantly, we have the will!"

"Yes," John Vorner said, and thumped the table too, and all of a sudden they all began clapping.

Even Bernard and Karen.

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It is January 2nd, 2035. In New York, leaders of all the world's nations are assembling to agree on a plan to save the dying planet: Earth.

Before they can agree on anything, disaster strikes. An electromagnetic storm destroys the global power grid, and cuts communications. Billions of people die.

But as soon as the storm dies down, millions of mysterious, glowing cubes appear all over the globe. The cubes contain tools that will let humans colonize a new planet: a bigger, richer version of Earth.

The newly formed Colonial Council, which answers to the United Nations, has one goal: to ease the crisis on Earth by transfers of goods and resources from the New World.

Millions of new colonizers rush to the New World, united by a common purpose: to turn their dreams into reality.

Some dream of getting rich by trading New World goods. Some dream of conquest, and building an empire. Some dream of peace, adoration, and love.

Some will succeed, and others will fail.

But fortune always favors the brave.

WARNING: This story switches between multiple points of view. If you want to follow the adventures of a single set of characters, use the Table of Contents in Chapter 1 (auxiliary chapter).

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