|Warning Notice: R-18/Adult Content, you were warned|
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Summary:
Boy is reincarnated into another world thanks to truck-kun and makes a bunch of kawaii girls his slaves.

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Disclaimer: I do not own the cover illustration.

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An 18-year-old high schooler named Kakeru reincarnates into another world with tons of slave master cheats. What does he do with his powers? Enslaves a lot of girls and enjoys their bodies to the fullest.
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Disclaimer: I do not own the cover illustration.
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The content in this novel does not represent the beliefs of the author. Content such as NTR/Rape/Manipulation and so forth is not behavior supported by the author. Keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

"Fate?!" All of the villagers were stunned, unable to comprehend what General Li said. Fate? How could fate be tested?


Fang Zhengzhi was confused as well.


The fate as foretold in the legends would appear just like that? Did it have to come now? I'm not prepared for this! Mainly because I'm only six.I'm not even matured yet.


"Open it!" General Li ordered the eight soldiers carrying the mysterious object without much explanation.


"Yes sir!" The eight soldiers replied in unison.


After that, the eight soldiers walked towards the side of the object simultaneously. They stretched out their hands, grabbed the gold drapes that covered the object and gently unveil it.


"What is that?"


"Could it be...the Illustration of All Creation?! My god, the last round is actually the Illustration of All Creation."


When the giant jade slab that was made entirely of pitch black jade was revealed, every villager was dumbfounded. Everyone was staring the jade slab like deers caught in headlights.


Especially those that passed the second round. They had eyes opened wide like saucers staring at it, afraid to miss even a second of it.


On the pitch black jade rock, light gold shimmers flowed along the surface. Those are countless of gold lines. There were characters and also figures that had an intricate complexity. From the top, these extended all the way to the bottom.


As the lines progressed bottom, the characters and figures got more complicated. From the initial simple characters and simple squares and circles, it slowly changed to a composite of squares and circles. Finally, the stars, sun, moon and a myriad of other figures and characters…


At the most bottom was a portrait of a immensely expansive mountains and rivers scenery.


General Li gave a small smile and a slight cough after seeing the expressions on the villagers' face.


"That's right! This is the Illustration of All Creation! Although this was one with the lowest quality, without an strong and solid foundation, it would still be impossible to solve. The Illustration of All Creation is fate, and it is also the gate!"


"To pass the final selection by the Divine Constabulary, there are two ways. First way: Unravel the Illustration of All Creation! Second way: Be the top scorer in the Capital's "Law of Dao Examinations". Both will receive the special attention of the Divine Constabulary!"


Just as he finished, the villagers were in a commotion.


To them, both paths were too difficult. This first path was way beyond difficult. In legends, this Illustration of All Creation had proved too challenging even for some of the great men that had accessed Dao. To these people who barely even read the "Law of Dao", it was an impossible endeavour.


The second path was also extremely demanding. Although it was just the Capital's Law of Dao examinations, the requirement was to be the top scorer. In other words, even if you passed the examinations with the second highest marks, there would be no recognition!


Any one of these paths was problematic for the villagers that were illiterate.


However, it was the Divine Constabulary after all.


By entering the Divine Constabulary, it was equivalent to an immediate rise in status. Why wouldn't it be a difficult task? The villagers were all chattering among themselve, yet no one raised any objections.


"The road is shown to you by me, how you traverse it will depend on yourselves. Although both paths are challenging for all of you here, with the first two tests, I have noticed the huge potential of the Southern Mountain Village. I will personally suggest to the Divine Constabulary to set up a 'Hall of Dao' here. Those that passed the first two rounds will have the privilege of studying within the Hall of Dao.


"Hopefully one day, under the guidance of the Hall of Dao, you can become the top scorer in the Capital's Law of Dao Examinations!"


General Li did not mention the path through the Illustration of All Creation because he personally felt that this path was just too challenging. Forget about the Southern Mountain Village. Even in the Divine Constabulary, other than the Divine Lord and the "special guests", only Missus could solve the so-called "Illustration of All Creation of the lowest quality".


When it came to General Li who was also an outstanding individual that accessed Dao, he could only look on and sigh.


Thinking about this, General Li immediately recalled his Missus. She was only five years old when she solved the Illustration of All Creation. When the current Sacred Lord heard about the news, even he jumped out of his skin. He personally send out a sacred order on the spot, praising the Divine Constabulary of the Northern Lands for producing an incredible "Pride of the Heavens".


Although it was just a seemingly normal sentence, it was anything but. That was a sacred order! In the records, from the rise of the Great Xia Dynasty until today, there had only be thirty sacred orders given out. The rest was merely royal orders.


"Alright, let's keep the Illustration of All Creation. Although solving the Illustration of All Creation was an indication of great fate, allowing people to instantly aligned the heart of Dao, facilitating the road to accessing Dao, it was not something anyone could do. Only those with great accumulations of knowledge could...could…"


As General Li spoke to this point, he could not continue at all.


For, at this moment, the Illustration of All Creation was shining with a dazzling radiance. Those initially dim golden flows of shimmers were suddenly burning hotter than the sun.


The whole Illustration of All Creation was completely lit up, golden light bursting from within!


Village Chief Meng Bai, who was currently standing on the stage with his head lowered and listening respectfully, suddenly realised General Li stopped talking. He felt something was amiss so he raised his head to look at General Li.


"General Li?" Chief Meng Bai meekly voiced out.


Then, when he say that brilliant golden light from the Illustration of All Creation, he almost cried.


"This, could this be…" Chief Meng Bai was really moved. He was so moved that his pair of eyes were red. He pinched his thighs with all his might and realised that this was not a dream.


The golden light from the Illustration of All Creation was still so obvious.


At this moment, all the villagers were staring dumbly at the Illustration of All Creation. They could not comprehend why the Illustration of All Creation suddenly lit up. Furthermore, the light seemed to be growing in intensity.


Many of the villagers were confused but General Li knew very well what was happening, due to his knowledge. That's why he could not contain the stupefaction in his heart.


Not only General Li but even the soldiers below the stage were stupefied by the radiance of the sacred slab.


"How, how is this possible?!"


"The Illustration of All Creation... was solved!"


"Who?! There was someone who could solve the Illustration of All Creation in a place like the Southern Mountain Village!"


"How much time was this in sight? It has not even been a minute…"


All the soldiers could not believe their eyes. Forget about the Southern Mountain Village, even in the Divine Constabulary, there were few could solve it.


This did not mean that no one have solved the Illustration of All Creation.


It was just that no one in the Southern Mountain Village had accessed Dao! Without accessing Dao and solving the Illustration of All Creation was equivalent to someone racing a Black Gale Leopard without learning how to walk and winning!


It was incredulous, unimaginable even.


All these years, the Divine Constabulary would annually send out a team with the Illustration of All Creation to every county town to conduct tests. Their real motive was to advocate the meaning of Dao, set up Halls of Dao. This would allow more people the chance to study the "Law of Dao", and as a result, gradually travel down the path of cultivation.


What about the Illustration of All Creation? That was purely ceremonial so as to respect the ways of their ancestors.


But now…


General Li just wanted to pass by, let these villagers have a glimpse of the Illustration of Creation then keeping it. Instead, he discovered that someone had already solved the Illustration of All Creation?!


How was he to keep calm? How was he to keep composed?


More importantly, it was in less than a minute.


He still remembered that Missus initially spent a full week to solve the Illustration of All Creation. This had already shocked the whole Great Xia Dynasty.


Who? Who exactly solved this? Did it have to be this fast? Could it be even be exaggerated further?

This is a strange and inexplicable world…Mountains, water, stones, flowers, grass, trees, wood, the Sun, moonlight, stars… All creation under the Heavens and Earths are sources of energy. In this world, there are all the classics from his previous world, but there is a new addition: The Law of Dao. Fang Zhengzhi was conflicted. I can obtain power from reading books? Should I read Tao Te Ching first? Or should I read The Art of Becoming Invisible? What about the Analects of Confucius or… The Golden Lotus? With The Law Of Dao as his foundation, can Fang Zhengzhi master the Dao of All Creation?

Shock reverberated through the crowd. The voice sounded soft and tender, yet the words uttered were…
Completely incomprehensible!
Standing on the raised platform, General Li, his face stricken with anxiety, heard the sound. His eyes instantly lit up, and went down on one knee. The other soldiers, including those on horses who dismounted immediately, knelt down as well.
Fang Zhengzhi wondered why this voice had an air of familiarity to them.
An emerald green sedan lifted by some soldiers arrived the bottom of the stage. With unparalleled agility, a figure leapt out from the sedan and landed softly on the stage.
A pretty girl with her hands placed behind her back, dressed in a silk skirt appeared on stage. Her hair was decorated with a single jade green flower and wore a pair of gold-threaded red shoes. It was Lolita!
Her elegant, defined features coupled with the air of strength that seemed to radiate from each and every part of her instantly flashed in front of the eyes of the stunned villagers.
Lolita "Chi Guyan" observed the villagers at the bottom of the stage with a calm demeanor. Despite her young age of five years, she gave off a subtle, yet unmistakable aura of perfection.
"Huh? What is Lolita doing here?" Fang Zhengzhi’s wondered, a growing sense of unease built up inside him.
"Greetings Missus!"
"Greetings Missus!"
General Li and the soldiers dressed in shining armour around him shouted in unison upon seeing Lolita appear on the stage.
"Village Chief Meng Bai of the Southern Mountain Village pays respect to Missus!"
"Oh my God, she is the daughter of the Divine Constabulary! The daughter of the Divine Constabulary personally visited our Southern Mountain Village!" The villagers couldn’t believe what they had just witnessed.
"Missus?! Lolita is the daughter of the Divine Constabulary?" Fang Zhengzhi felt his legs almost give way, almost letting go of the chicken thigh he was holding on to.
Alright…
How can things be so coincidental, how can the Lolita I met at the entrance of the village be the daughter of the Divine Constabulary? Moreover, I even gave her a kick in the butt that sent her falling into the river!
Revenge never ends. Fang Zhengzhi took one look at the azure blue skies, then crouched down and quickly squeezed his way into the crowd.
This is no joking matter. In this world where classism is rife, the arrival of the daughter of the Divine Constabulary required even the usually high-ranking village chief to kneel down. If she wanted to squeeze him to death, it would be even easier than killing an ant.
As such, Fang Zhengzhi promptly decided that retreating is the best strategy.
Hidden among the crowd, Fang Zhengzhi carefully maneuvered through the people, afraid of making any large movements. As he squeezed among the villagers, he began to realise why the Divine Constabulary that eluded the Southern Mountain Village in many years suddenly made a mysterious appearance today.
Preliminary examination? Children’s test?
What a sneaky Lolita, she is obviously using this public preliminary examination to achieve her own personal agenda, to catch me then finally killing me off!
Fang Zhengzhi evidently did not believe that this Divine Constabulary which had never set foot upon the Southern Mountain Village for so many years will coincidentally decide to suddenly host a preliminary examination here. In order to confirm his suspicions, he peeked through the crowd to observe Lolita’s expression.
True to his beliefs, Lolita’s jet-blacked eyes were surreptitiously scanning the crowd from the top of the stage, her eyes darting left, right, front and back as if looking for something.
"I knew it!" Fang Zhengzhi understood everything and instantly crouched back down.
After scanning the entire crowd twice, Lolita’s gaze finally landed upon Meng Jiangshan.
"You claim you can read, that means you are the person who solved the Illustration of All Creation just now?" Lolita’s playful attitude at the village entrance was replaced by an expression of complete tranquility.
Stealing a glance at Lolita’s expression, Fang Zhengzhi sighed to himself. "How fake! Obviously a rowdy person, yet she acts like such a cultured daughter of the Divine Constabulary."
Upon witnessing Lolita’s questioning, the villagers who at first didn’t dare to ascertain what had just transpired naturally guessed the mystery behind the Illustration of All Creation.
Solving the Illustration of All Creation? This grants an undeniable entry into the Divine Constabulary!
"Meng Jiangshan solved the Illustration of All Creation?"
"The Illustration of All Creation, Oh Heavens… Has actually been solved by Meng Jiangshan!"
"He’s no older than eight years, what a natural talent. This is truly worthy of a celebration for our Southern Mountain Village!"
All the villagers looked at Meng Jiangshan with unparalleled admiration.
Yet Meng Jiangshan himself had confusion written all over his face.
Touching his plumpish face, and then looking at the villagers’ gazes - solving the Illustration of All Creations? How did I not realise? I obviously didn’t even understand a thing!
At a loss of what to do, Meng Jiangshan shot a glance at Village Chief Meng Bai who was standing on the stage, the grandfather who gave him power in the Southern Mountain Village.
Village Chief Meng Bai who was initially bowed down on the floor suddenly heard Lolita addressing his own grandson. A sense of anxiety rose up in him - he knew too well the demography in the entire Southern Mountain Village.
Ability to read?
In this entire Southern Mountain Village, who else other than his own grandson would dare to claim that he could head?
That means undoubtedly, it was his own grandson who solved the Illustration of All Creation! Holding on to this thought, he felt an immense sense of relief. He was about to gain power beyond imagination! Just as he started to break into a smile, he met Meng Jiangshan’s questioning gaze.
Is this kid dumb? Since he solved it he should quickly say it out!
Engulfed by worry, Village Chief Meng Bai immediately looked at his grandson Meng Jiangshan and without hesitation, began to nod his head incessantly.
Meng Jiangshan was indeed smart, and quickly understood his intentions.
Since even his own grandfather agreed that he was the solver of the Illustration of All Creation, it is most likely to be really true!
"Yes, it is me who solved the Illustration of All Creation!" Meng Jiangshan confidently stepped out from the crowd,
"Woah!"
This time, all of the villagers truly started to feel the excitement.
When Meng Jiangshan stood out initially, there was still a sense of uncertainty among the villagers. Now that Meng Jiangshan himself has admitted it, it must undoubtedly be correct!
Solving the Illustration of All Creations at eight years old, only less than a handful in the Northern Lands who could achieve such a feat. No, not just the Northern Lands, there was only less than a handful in the entire Great Xia Dynasty capable of such feats.
The Southern Mountain Village had produced a talent, who would dare to bully the Southern Mountain Village in the future? The Northern Mountain Village on the mountain opposite this? Ha, even the high officials in the city would have to pay some respect to the Southern Mountain Village.
Indeed, once a person rises to the top, everyone related to him rises as well.
Just the thought of it excites the villagers.
"Cane, ten strokes!" Lolita seems to have failed to see the villagers’ excited expressions, her face maintaining a sense of calm as if what she said was just another small matter.
A kid who could only understand five words accessing Dao? What a joke! Such freak occurrences are impossible in this world. 
"Yes Missus!"  A few of the soldiers standing guard below the stage stood out immediately upon hearing the command and effortlessly pinned down the half-kneeling Meng Jiangshan, his face still beaming with delight, and whipped out a cane as thick as one’s arm.
"Wooosh!" The villagers were still confused over what just happened when the sounds of the cane making contact with Meng Jiangshan’s backside resounded.


This is a strange and inexplicable world...Mountains, water, stones, flowers, grass, trees, wood, the Sun, moonlight, stars... 
All creation under the Heavens and Earths are sources of energy. In this world, there are all the classics from his previous world, but there is a new addition: The Law of Dao. 
Fang Zhengzhi was conflicted. I can obtain power from reading books? Should I read Tao Te Ching first? Or should I read The Art of Becoming Invisible? What about the Analects of Confucius or... The Golden Lotus? 
With The Law Of Dao as his foundation, can Fang Zhengzhi master the Dao of All Creation and open the gate of God?

Smiling at the expression of pure amazement on Gab's face, Aurula motioned for Gab to follow her to one of the newly arisen plinths.
 
~Since you were unaware of what Styles were, I'll take you through what each one entails before you make your decision.~
 
Gab was more than a little relieved to hear that since Classes were the only thing you needed to consider in addition to picking a name and distributing your attribute points.
 
~So you won't object to my notion? Good! In that case, I'll start with the most popular of all three Styles: [Combatstyler].~
 
As the Facilitator finished speaking, Gab found herself in front of one of the plinths.
 
Focusing on the plinth itself first, she found that it seemed to be made of solid gold as opposed to typical marble. But what disturbed her was that the bottom half of it was splattered with a mix of fresh and drying blood!
 
At first, Gab wondered why the substance was on there in the first place, before remembering something.
 
"Blood" always comes before "glory"
 
~I'm aware that it's more than a little morbid,~ Aurula said, having seen a similar reaction to the plinth on almost every Player thus far, ~but it's meant to remind those who just want to get into the shit that it'll stink for a fair while.~
 
Although finding that last analogy more slightly revolting, Gab tore her gaze from the blood to the escutcheon that was resting on the plinth.
 
The shield itself was shaped in a "Square Iberian" shape, whilst the coat of arms was split into four sections with colours of red, blue, green and yellow.
 
Although Gab was tempted to make a Harry Potter reference due to the similarity of its layout, she noticed that the heraldic animals that were displayed were vastly different;
 
Red-An armoured elephant
Blue-A will-o'-the-wisp
Green-A honey bee
Yellow-A panther
 
Turning to Aurula to ask what these symbols were meant to represent, Gab found the Facilitator shaking her head.
 
~I know what you're going to ask, but I'll answer that question as soon as you read the General layout of this particular Style.~
 
With a flourish of Aurula's hand, a text box appeared in front of Gab, with the following details:
 
***
 
[Combatstyler]
 
Attribute Focus: Attributes that are more suitable for the user's chosen fighting style.
 
Style Benefits:
-Players starts with 25 free Attribute points, 20 fixed Attribute points and two random Class-related skills
-Player gains 5 free points per level up
-All Class-specific items, equipment and skills can be used 
-The Player has a chance to generate a new Class-specific skill during intense periods of combat based on the Player's actions
 
Style Demerits:
-Players are unable to engage in production activities unless they find a Lifestyle Profession Trainer and possesses the bare minimum amount of free attribute points to learn successfully
-To undertake bounties that necessitate combat, Players must register with either the local adventurer guild or mercenary guild, and they can only take bounties that are equal to or less than their current ranking within said guilds and the amount of Acclaim they possess
-Quests that require Lifestyler Classes can not be taken
 
 
Description:
The Way of the Battlefield; Players that chose this Style will seldom have moments of peace, but the awards, reputation and admiration from the masses will make this blood-mired path worth it in the end.
As those whom the gods wish to be defenders of the world they watch over gain strength and powers as a result of every battle they participate in, they are given just enough attribute points to ensure that they can at the very least leave a mark on their current foes.
 
***
 
Reading through it quickly, it was pretty much what she expected of something related to combat; a decent amount of attribute points to both start with and to gain for each level up, starting with skills related to a player's chosen Class (which are undoubtedly the more basic ones), gaining new skills during a battle of certain conditions are met and a condition that requires one to register with certain related to fighting (although she wasn't yet aware of the difference between the two in this game's context).
 
However, the RPG Class Otaku needed to ask the more important questions (for her)!
 
"So, there are Classes that specifically fall under the particular Style?", Gab asked, earning a nod from her companion, "In that case, how many are there? Four?", she said whilst gesturing to the four sections of the coat of arms.
 
~No, not four Classes. Twelve.~
 
Gab felt both her eyes pop up and her throat dry up as a result of hearing such several Classes to choose from. And that's only the number for ONE Style!
 
But, hang on…
 
As Aurula gauged Gab's reaction, she had to suppress a giggle as the Player started whipping her head back and forth between the Facilitator and the escutcheon that only shows four symbols on its face.
 
~ To answer both the question you have now and the one you had on the tip of your tongue earlier, due to [Combatstyler] having the largest amount of Initial Classes associated with out of all three of the Styles, the gods who had a hand in this Style's creation decided that the usage of four subgroups was required to help both denizens of my world and Players from yours narrow down their choices to make the selection process easier.~
 
As if resonating with Aurula's desire to help Gab, the escutcheon suddenly segmented into four pieces, with each heraldic symbols representing the subgroups on their piece.
 
Just as the escutcheon finished segmenting itself, three of the pieces lined up in an orderly fashion a few centimetres above the plinth.  The only piece that didn't follow the movements of the other pieces was the one depicting an elephant, which was floating towards Gab and the Facilitator.
 
~This big softy represents the [Frontliner] subgroup of Classes, the ones that are normally the ones who find themselves in the thick of it.~
 
***
 
Subgroup: [Frontliner]
Associated Initial Classes: Armed Combatant, Barefist, Bastion
 
Primary Attribute Focus: Strength
 
Description: Whether it's being on the offensive or acting in a protective capacity, Frontliner classes have a strong focus on Close Quarters Combat.
When those who choose this group of Initial Classes are recommended to focus their stat allocation towards more physical attributes such as Strength and Vitality, it is to ensure that the users who face enemies head-on will both last long enough to protect their less physically able allies and make sure that their opponents suffer heavy damage in the process.
 
***
 
~Sounds tough, right? Well, how bout you read for yourself just how tough each of these Classes is.~
 
Suddenly, three flashes of red light burst from the [Frontliner], blinding Gab for a few moments.
 
Blinking furiously to get the bright spots out of her eyes, Gab found that the three red light transformed into what looked like cards. They currently had their backs towards her, each depicting a stylised red elephant with a black background.
 
Seeming to sense that her vision was no longer impaired, the cards turned to face her, showing both the illustrations adorning their fronts and the descriptions regarding each of them.
 
***
 
Class: Armed Combatant
 
Class Type:  [Frontliner] Initial Class
 
Class Card Illustration: A bloodied warrior with tattered armour holding his zweihänder at the ready, no fear appearing on his face.
 
Attribute Focus: Strength and Dexterity
 
Potential Advanced Classes: Templar, Berserker, Spearmaster
 
Description: Ones who live and die by the sword with no regrets, Armed Combatants represent the pinnacle of close-quarters weapon mastery, their chosen weapons acting as extensions of their limbs.
 
 
Class: Barefist
 
Class Type: [Frontliner] Initial Class
 
Class Card Illustration: A lady wearing an elaborate ball gown, holding up a velvet-gloved fist covered in blood, but not her own…
 
Attribute Focus: Strength and Agility
 
Potential Advanced Classes: Monk, Psychokinetic, Grappler
 
Description: Except for necessary items to prevent "tempering" from becoming "self-harming", Barefists tend to disdain the use of external weapons in favour of their primary one: their own body and martial skills.
 
 
Class: Bastion
 
Class Type: [Frontliner] Initial Class
 
Class Card Illustration: A young boy standing firmly in defiance, sheltering his younger sibling.
 
Attribute Focus: Strength and Vitality
 
Potential Advanced Classes: Steel Plate, Barrier Master, Teetotaller
 
Description: Despite being called derogatory terms such as "meat shield", Bastions are considered an essential component of any defensive strategy.
 
***
If Gab were a character in an anime, her eyes would have stars sparkling on them!
 
So these are what some of Arbitrium's Classes look like, and these are just the starter classes!
 
Although a little surprised with Gab's rather peculiar reaction to the first set of Class Cards on display, Aurula disregarded it in favour of keeping the ball rolling.
 
~Have you finished with these Classes for the time being?~, she asked, getting a nod in response, ~In that case, let's take a look at the subgroup that specialises in more offensive magic, [Force].~
 
With that, as the three red Class Cards returned to their subgroup's symbol, the [Frontliner] escutcheon segment floated back to the others, only to be replaced by the blue piece with the will-o'-the-wisp on it.
 
***
Subgroup: [Force]
Associated Initial Classes: Caster, Caller, Medium
 
Primary Attribute Focus: Intelligence
 
Description:
Although they are traditionally kept at the back of an armed force due to their lesser bodily constitution, the amount of devastation a Force class user can bring to the battlefield even at a long distance is not to be underestimated.
Unlike their Backup counterparts, whose purpose is to keep their allies survivability at an optimum level, Force users primary purpose is to drastically reduce their opponent's chances of survival via explosive magical force.
By increasing their magical capacity and improving their spellcasting skills, those who follow this path will find themselves indispensable in regards to ending their allies enemies without needing to truly enter the fray.
 
***
 
Class: Caster
 
Class Type: [Force] Initial Class
 
Class Card Illustration: A baby hidden within a crib, creating fire with their outstretched hand.
 
Attribute Focus: Intelligence and Dexterity
 
Potential Advanced Classes: Pyromancer, Illusionist, Almamancer
 
Description: If the damage a soldier inflicts is comparable to scratches on the frontlines, and an archer pokes holes in an enemy's defences, then a Caster is the equivalent of several cannons waiting to be fired at a distance.
 
 
Class: Caller
 
Class Type: [Force] Initial Class
 
Class Card Illustration: A elderly woman sitting in a meadow, surrounded by various farm animals
 
Attribute Focus: Intelligence and Agility
 
Potential Advanced Classes: Summoner, Necromancer, Sworn Ally
 
Description: Even if a Caller finds themselves separated from their allies and are surrounded by enemies, anyone with half a brain would never forget that they're never truly alone
 
 
Class: Medium
 
Class Type: [Force] Initial Class
 
Class Card Illustration: A genderqueer person surrounded by a dark aura shaped in the of a likeness large, horned demon
 
Attribute Focus: Intelligence and Strength
 
Potential Advanced Classes: Warlock, Shaman, Haunted
 
Description: Power gained through ones own efforts may be the most gratifying feeling one can get, but gaining such power with the help of another's assistance, like a Medium does, can be just as great.
 
***
~Like the sheer amount of firepower that being a [Force] user offers, then I hope you like how encouraging a user of the [Backup] subgroup can be to potential allies!~, Aurula says as the blue segment was dutifully replaced by the green one with the honey bee adorning it.
 
In equally short order, three green lights emerged from the segment before coalescing into Class Cards with a green and black bee on the backs of each of them.
 
***
 
Subgroup: [Backup]
Associated Initial Classes: Supporter, Saboteur, Surveyor
 
Primary Attribute Focus: Vitality and Intelligence
 
Description: Although armed conflicts require people with offensive capabilities to end an enemy force, those very same people need assistance to ensure that they'll survive to see the results of their contribution.
That is where the Backup class users come in.
Due to their priorities lying in keeping their allies at peak condition and subtly debilitating the enemy's own, they will strategically position themselves in locations where they can do the most good
 
***
 
Class: Supporter
 
Class Type: [Backup] Initial Class
 
Class Card Illustration: An old man with a concerned expression on his face holding up an injured woman
 
Attribute Focus: Intelligence and Vitality
 
Potential Advanced Classes: Priest, Witch Doctor, Fortifier
 
Description: A vital role on any battlefield and adventure, a Supporter lifts both the morale and mortality of their allies to their maximum level. Though they themselves aren't typically aggressors, the allies they help typically are.
 
 
Class: Sabatour
 
Class Type: [Backup] Initial Class
 
Class Card Illustration: An intersex woman holding various handheld traps
 
Attribute Focus: Intelligence and Causality
 
Potential Advanced Classes: Debilitator, Trapper, Poisoner
 
Description: Ensuring an ally goes well beyond their best might be seen as a noble task, but bringing about an enemy's downfall by dismantling their overall power could be be considered a more pragmatic act. Doing the latter tends to fall to a Sabatour's discretion.
 
 
Class: Surveyor
 
Class Type: [Backup] Initial Class
 
Class Card Illustration: An obese man sitting cross legged; various maps, telescopes and reports strewn in front of him.
 
Attribute Focus: Intelligence and Comprehension
 
Potential Advanced Classes: Advisor, Feng Shui Master, Spotter
 
Description: Although investigating any resources an enemy possesses is key to working out various countermeasures, a Surveyor focuses more on how to use the surrounding environment to their allies advantage, both naturally and unnaturally.
 
***
 
"So far, you've shown me the soldiers, the heavy artillery and and the support," Gab observed, as the [Backup] segment floated back to the others, "now, what the more…"secretive" roles?".
 
Aurula simply smirked, as the yellow segment with the panther started floating over.
 
~I thought you'd never ask about the [Skirmisher] subgroup. But now that you have, feast your eyes on those who don't want to be seen in action!~
 
Prepared for the now yellow lights bursting out of the segment, Gab read through the information on what could be considered a more dastardly subgroup, presented on the cards with a yellow panther on the backs
 
***
Subgroup: [Skirmisher]
 
Associated Initial Classes: Projectiler, Killer, Ransacker
 
Primary Attribute Focus: Agility and Dexterity
 
Description: Whilst Frontliners find that they operate best when facing their opponents head on in battles of attrition, Skirmishers prefer to dispense with impractical notions of honour and glory by engage in hit and run tactics from the back, sides and higher elevations.
By focusing on disrupting the enemy's flow of battle and delivering short but explosive bursts of physical attacks, Skirmishers heap additional pressure on the enemy who are struggling enough as it is.
 
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Class: Projectiler
 
Class Type: [Skirmisher] Initial Class
 
Class Card Illustration: A teenaged boy holding up a toy bow and arrow
 
Attribute Focus: Agility and Dexterity
 
Potential Advanced Classes: Gunner, Slingshotter, Pebble Tosser
 
Description: The masters of airborne weaponry, anything that can truly stay on the ground forever is seen as simply another piece of ammunition for a crafty Projectiler.
 
 
Class: Killer
 
Class Type: [Skirmisher] Initial Class
 
Class Card Illustration: A cloaked person crouching on top of a tree branch, holding several glass vials
 
Attribute Focus: Dexterity and Strength
 
Potential Advanced Classes: Assassin, Hitman, Humanoid Monster
 
Description: Without training and proper authorisation that are used by those who take lives as job, people who reap lives for mere personal and monetary gains are just simply called either murderers or Killers
 
 
Class: Ransacker
 
Class Type: [Skirmisher] Initial Class
 
Class Card Illustration: A young girl whistling as pinched an unsuspecting mark's back pockets
 
Attribute Focus: Dexterity and Comprehension
 
Potential Advanced Classes: Thief, Graverobber, Gentleman Thief
 
Description: Why spend time making or earning something honestly, when you could simply take what you want or need without paying a coin. That's typically the line of reasoning a Ransacker adopts.
 
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~Well, that does it for this Style, and the Classes it offers.~, the Facilitator announces, as the four segments start to reform into their original state, ~Now we only have two Styles and one set of Classes to go!~
 
As they walk towards the next plinth, Gab couldn't help but notice a discrepancy in what Aurula just said.
 
"Two more Styles, but only one more set of Classes?", Gab questioned under her breath, before realising what type of playstyle one of the two remaining Styles offers.
 
With a amused smile on her face, she just couldn't help but saying:
 
"Well, at least I know what Style I WON'T be using."

Gabriella Wander is just your average lesbian university student with a sad past, who’s nonetheless well adjusted all things considered.
Although her obsession with experimenting/playing with multiple Character Classes for tabletop RPGs does have a tendency to leave other people feeling miffed...
That’s why the reason for her initial reluctance to play the first big VRMMORPG in the world can be boiled to this one sentence;
“How can I experiment with the game’s classes when I can only use one account and class?!!!”.
Little did she know that someone in the game heard her complaints, and cooked up a compromise that will affect the future of the game.



”I think you’re right about the vampire attack.” 

Katrina said. 

“What?” 

”But the news said earlier said it’s not.” 

Moira said. She noticed the girls clumping in one place and curious what they’re up to. They showed her the article that they have been looking at for the past hour. 

“What’s that?” 

Moira asked. She didn’t wait for an answer and proceeds on reading the article. Her focus was all on the article, not minding her house mates around her gossiping. 

“What do we do now?” 

Moira turned his face towards the others. 

“I think we need to find the person that Moira was talking about earlier." 

Joanne suggested. 

“How? I can’t remember how that person looked like because I didn’t see h-“ 

Moira stopped halfway, earning weird stares from everyone around her. 

“What’s wrong?” 

Sharron asked. 

”I remembered the face of the girl that the guy is talking too.” 

Moira said. 

“That’s great!” 

Savannah cheered. The atmosphere became lighter than earlier, now that they have the chance to actually know the truth behind the incident. 

“Do you know any magic that can illustrate a face based on a memory?” 

Moira asked. 

“Does that even exist?” 

Savannah asked. She turned to see Sharron and Joanne searching for the spell on their spell book. Both of the witches’ books are floating on the ground that is covered with their respective elements. Sharron’s book has a light blue color surrounding it while Joanne has her book glowing in dark red. 

“That magic really exists?” 

Savannah asked Katrina who’s sitting near the countertop. Katrina was watching the two searching it before even Moira asked the two. 

”I think it’s an illustration magic.” 

She answered. Moira joined them watching the other two who are doing their best to find the illustration magic, so they can illustrate the woman’s face. 

“Found it!” 

Both of them shouted. The other three went to join the other two and to proceed with the illustration magic. 

“Sharron, I don’t think the fire element would be ideal to be use in this kind of magic.” 

Joanne said. 

“I don’t think the water element can make the out if it either.” 

Sharron said. 

“Neither the element wind nor the animal magic is ideal when doing this too.” 

Joanne said. They all looked at Katrina after what Joanne said, her element was not mentioned which means that it is ideal for the said magic. 

“What are you guys looking at me like that?” 

Katrina asked. It took her a minute to realize why they were looking at her like that. 

”No, I can’t do that.” 

”I’m don’t want to disappoint you guys.” 

She said. Joanne understands why Katrina doesn’t want to do it. The illustration magic requires focus and control because it may cost the memory of the person you’re performing the magic with. 

“It’s fine, we believe in you.” 

Joanne said. Katrina was surprised from what she said, it was her first time hearing it from someone other than her family. 

“Yes Katrina, we believe in your potential.” 

Sharron added. She handed her spell book to Katrina to show her the magic that she’s going to perform. Everyone gave a reassuring smile to her, so she won’t be worried. She sighed deeply and closed her eyes preparing herself to cast the magic that she had been practicing ever since she’s young.

“The Colorful Gazing Eyes Reveals The True IDENTITY”

We had been spending the time on Monday to seek inside the computer, what're inside. There weren't many much programs over browser, Adobe sets, and of course Microsoft Office sets.
	In the reality, most people only use three from many different Office apps, but I know how to use each of them. I had no idea that the club would learn about this according to the talk.
	"What are you thinking about?" Fransisca asked me who sat next to her.
	I stopped reading the agenda for next week, "Huh? Probably not something lewd."
	"Lewd? What is?"
	"Literally I'm only thinking what are we going to do today," I skipped over her words, "Those who do not join sports club have to attend an art class."
	"Oh, I decided to join Choir instead," she uttered, "Nellie also joined that."
	"I'm going to attend the painting or drawing class with Kevin, and Farell," I responded, "Just like how we have been doing for years."
	Predictably, Kevin walked out from the Dezensano and he was drinking water. He brought a ruler in his left hand with the length of 30 centimeters.
	At the same time, Maria ran from the middle of the schoolyard. Nellie came up with her, but walking casually.
	They did not notice us, they turned and walked to the middle corridor. Hopefully, it was good since the topic wouldn't change.
	"Let's head to the art room, Quartz," Kevin asked me to go.
	"You guys are going to attend art class first?" Fransisca interrogated.
	"Yes, we are finished with cleaning the room," I uttered, "You may go to where the Choir class or to dorm."
	"No, that wasn't my idea. It is must because your eyes were too tired just like the another club members," she explained, "Ms. Tesa told me a very important thing to know."
	"What's that about?" Kevin asked, "Having a meeting at Patengola?"
	"Yes, and I'm waiting for you and Chrisant," she answered, "How do you know that? You did not hear that yesterday."
	"I think it is only a incident, he luckily guessed that," I spoke.
	"Hold on, Fransisca. Isn't Chrisant not attending school today?" Kevin admitted, "According to the class journal, she isn't."
	"Yes, when I asked Maria who isn't presence, she answered her."
	"Oh, I almost forgot about that," Fransisca laughed embarrassingly, "That means only us having to go."
	I randomly started walking farther from the Dezensano, passing the corner room. When I turned at the corner, I saw a light inside the Patengola, which means there were some people inside.
	Kevin was following me, walking casually, he had been relax throughout this whole day. Fransisca was also walking to Patengola as she said, but there was a strange smile on her face.

	Suddenly, the door opened and Erica appeared, noticed us. She pointed to the inside, instructing us to enter.
	"You guys still have your bag on your back," she admitted, "Why don't you just come in first? We have something to do this day."
	"We are going to, but you are blocking the way, auntie," Kevin spoke.
	As Kevin pleased, she stepped backward and made the enter. When we stepped inside, there were only three people inside.
	We walked to the first row, where we had been last time here. I putted my bag on the ground and looked around.
	"Don't think about Frodo," the guy with phone said, "He isn't around today."
	"It doesn't really matter to our plan today," Tesalonica uttered, "We will keep assign ourselves to learn something."
	"But this is not an effective day. How do we have permission to do something like this?" I asked, "It's a bit illegal."
	"Not much, this is only remark of what you have been doing last Monday," she stated, "However, we're, we three here in order to do a project."
	"What project is it? A class assignment?" Kevin threw a curiosity.
	"No, it's our design project," Erica spoke, "We're designing banner for the last week of this month."
	"In other hands, we could also learn during designing," Tesa added, "Do you guys interested with this?"
	"Design? Designing with Photoshop, isn't it?"
	"Yes, you should have known there are two Adobe softwares in the computers," Tesa stated, "Illustrator and Photoshop."
	"Yes, they are there. But getting someone who able to use Illustrator is very rare," the guy one said, "Most people refer Illustrator to Sketchbook which is easier."
	"Sketchbook? There are a lot of software with that name," I mouthed, "Which one are you referring to?"
	He puffed, "Autodesk. Autodesk itself wasn't so familiar word, but more people use it."
	"What the heck is Autodesk? I never heard that," Kevin asked.
	"He must be an example of those people," Fransisca labeled Kevin.
	"You have good way to tell us many things," I complimented him, "What is your name?"
	"I'm Spencer. I was an old black locomotive in The Railway Series," he answered.
	He referred to an old black locomotive in Thomas, which should named Hiro. If it was Spencer, it was the white duke one.
	"Spencer is white, but I think your name is good to write," I respected that, "I feel better to talk with person I know the name neither not."
	"Okay, let's get back to what we are supposing to do," Tesa stopped the topic.

	Fransisca opened her bag and pulled out a book with a pen. She seemed anticipating if she had to take a note.
	"Just so you know, guys, only for you and the other one," Tesalonica uttered, "Don't be ever try to do like the eighth year."
	"They are so many, but most of them always make noise and trouble inside the room," Erica added with teasing pitch, "Who won't be called stupid when they put their data in hard drive unorganized."
	"That's not stupid, that's undisciplined since they don't organize their stuffs," Kevin opined, "By the way, what files?"
	"Files of their learning of course," Spencer yanked, "It should divided in design and development."
	"Development? Developing what?"
	"Listen here, we don't do any development, but design and illustration," Erica admitted, "In my sight, they try to make a very simple website or at least just the homepage."
	"Oh, we're allowed to learn those," I made an interpret, "Aren't we?"
	"No, you aren't at all," Spencer yelled, "When I say aren't at all, it means you allowed but in small scale only."
	"So we able to learn how to develop a web page, but under permission, don't we?" I clarified.
	"Yes. So let me ask each of you, may I?" Tesalonica asked for permission.
	"Okay, I think she should first, me, and him," Kevin spoke, "According to the class presence number order."
	"Wait, why do we have to get different course?" I mouthed a question, "Why don't we just afford the same thing?"
	"When you say that, that's more like a socialism invitation," Fransisca uttered, "Nevertheless it's a good idea."
	Tesa puffed, "This is not a incident. This was like our behavior, one theme learnt by everyone."
	"How about designing a banner? It would be the easiest thing to learn at first," Erica suggested.
	"We will learn that," Kevin agreed, "Our goal here is to at least learn something, but more in competency achievement than the coverage."
	"What the heck is coverage?" Erica yanked.
	"If Kevin mention coverage, it does mean how large the mind map is," I explained.
	"Mind map, how large the reach of the topic of the study," Tesa uttered randomly, "Of course there weren't so much in design, but a bit more in illustration."
	As how my brain thinks, the design would separate into digital and print, or web and copy. Illustration itself recognized as making silhouette or story for supporting design.
	If we choose illustration, we should also learn a bit of design so that we could know where the illustration would be used. But if we learn design only, we will more on thinking concept and stealing.
	"Please note that sometimes we have to steal stock photos," Tesa laughed.
	"Hold up," Kevin mouthed, "If it is about stealing, I'm not sure no one will notice me."

	I nodded and smiled, "Yes. He is right. As long as we keep silent, no one will notice that we've been stealing."
	"What do you mean?" Spencer yanked, "If the design went on publication and some of notice, you're gotta be reported."
	Erica puffed, "From five, only one which is published outside school. Our risk is low, but we have to keep our ethic."
	"What's the ethic then?" Fransisca asked.
	"First, always turn on and turn off the computer in right order, don't force it," Spencer answered, "Second, don't steal if it asks for license."
	"License? Are we talking about a resource which is protected and not available freely for everyone?" Kevin threw a question.
	"Yes," Erica nodded, "some fonts and pictures are have to be purchased first before using."
	"Erica, I think you use the wrong clause," Tesa skipped, "The correct one is that we have to pay membership to the provider website in order to support the font or vectors creator."
	"As example is Pixabay, isn't it?" I gave the completion, "We have to pay for a bit but we can get the raw in highest quality and also able to get some which is protected."
	"Yes, so you guys should learn with design first before hop to illustration," Tesalonica suggested, "Do you agree?"
	"Yes, that sounds like a good plan," Fransisca answered and looked at us, "I think Chrisant would agree with this simple idea."
	Her face was too innocent for someone who wear a glasses. That face seemed instructing us to agree with that.
	Literally I was agree with that, I would like to learn about digital design. The problem is that I was more capable to the illustration instead of designing.
	"Okay, I think I will learn that," I decided to agree, "It is acceptable."
	"Yeah, I will do so," Kevin added.
	"Then, I think that is it all," Tesa said, "You guys can leave or try something as long we have permit to use this room two hours straight."

Heartcore Junior High School.
The first semester of school in the first year is the most boring time for Norbertus Glowing Quartz because for the first month, there is nothing big. He had only been doing tasks, administrate data, and try to talk to anyone. Everything become normal after the extracurricular starts, after the Pre-Test passed, but it was revealed many things that actually happened during extracurriculars, even before the Pre-Test. Due to the fact that he doesn't have much knowledge about what is going on before him, he has suddenly stuck in the guild problem.

Okay so the Illustration is complete I updated the book cover on royalroad.com scribblehub.com and webnovel.com, I've also updated the synopsis to what is going to be on A m a z o n.
The illustrator delivered the illustration to me around 3 or 4 hours ago., so it was completed fairly recently.
It took me mmmm 7 or 8 tries maybe 9 before I was finally able to get kdp amazon to accept the illustration. I tried 6 or 7 times of those to get it to accept the pdf. In the end, it did not accept the pdf book cover, but I was able to make a workaround and submit the image through the cover creator by uploading the image and delete all text projected over the illustration by the cover creator and wallah only took a 2nd try to get it done after that.
This was for the paperback version mind you, no problems with the ebook on that front. Keep in mind I was just about to go too sleep when the illustrator contacted me and I only recently reverse my schedule back to somewhat normal. It was then that this whole fiasco started.
Now then, the ebook has passed review and is currently publishing which means their setting it up on their sites and apps for amazon, kindle and their various national variations.
The paperback is in review. Both the ebook and paperback should be released around or within 72 hours from what I've been told. I will also get an email when the ebook is published and maybe when the paperback is published not sure.
Next, I noticed when I was reposting the amazon version of the synopsis that the paperback's synopsis was lacking any spaces between sentences which is indeed an issue.
Now I would go ahead and edit the ebook and paperback just so they're more professional, but I tried that, it won't let me edit it right now and the button to do so are greyed out.
That said I do want to edit the synopsis of the two books so they're not a mess but I will have to wait, if they even allow editing of them after they've been published anymore. I know they used too.
I may or may not release another update when they've been published and or edited but for now you seem to have all the information and anymore may just be overbearing.
Also the paperback minimum price was 42 something odd dollars with no royalties, so I raised the price of the paperback to 50 dollars USD so that I can even make a profit off royalties, even with that each purchase of the paperback only gives me 4.25 dollars. The cost of printing is 25 something odd dollars per book, I guess amazon gets the rest and or put it into shipping costs???? Crazy right?
Anyway that's it have a wonderful night or day and I hope you buy a copy.

P.S. The ebook is 2.99 USD.

I have this story on Webnovel.com Scribblehub.com Royalroad.com & Tapas.io I am on P A T R E O N, besides these websites I have this on Amazon
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Ethereal.

A Primordial Storm.

A Hyper-Sentient Being A God?

No.

But his creations seem to think so?

Whole worlds sculpted from his own body.

Countless denizens living and breathing on and within his worlds.

Immortal Powerful Overseers descended from one born in the primordial Origin.

Massive Guardians Dragons that birthed all dragon-kind.All serving you, all look up to you.

Yet you say no, you are not a God.

Because I am not.

I can be hurt.

I can be killed.

I have limits.

My Power is Finite, not Infinite.

Thus I am not a god.

I used to think It was only me in the void, but I am not alone.

At Qingxuan's Taiyi Peak, there was a pavilion built somewhere near a cliff carved with Huangting. There was smoke of tea floating in the pavilion just like the constantly changing cloud-dragon. The fragrance of tea can be smelled lingering in the pavilion. Regardless of who was in it, they would feel clear and refreshing.
"So Qingxiao founding master let Yanxu go because of Lian?" Shen Lian took the entire cup of tea while looking at Ziling founding master who was wearing light purple robes.
Ziling also took a sip of the fragrant tea. A cooling feel surged into the bottom of her heart. There was aftertaste lingering in her mouth continuously just like the nebula somewhere far in the universe.
"Unless you're calm, the tea wouldn't be made good. It's seen that you now have a calm and peaceful mentality, there's nothing that bothers you. As long as you have this state of mind, you can get through everything. As for Qingxiao she didn't let Yanxu go entirely because of you, it's also because she couldn't kill him," Ziling said. Today, Lingguang was not by her side.
Shen Lian's eyes were gloomy and dim which was a big contrast with the continuously flowing stars on his body. He softly put down the jade-like teacups and said, "founding master do you know ever since that day, how much has Yanxu done?"
Ziling said, "what did he do? I went out to Tianwai and now I just got back. I feel like the world and the designs of nature are in a complication. I also feel everything is blurry and thus I quickly come back to Qingxuan and luckily it's safe."
The present Ziling gave people an impression that she had a personality as vast as the universe, her eyes were clear like water but when you looked closely, there was no shadow of things in her eyes. This was the state of not leaving any traces. It also indicated that there was nothing worth lingering for her in this world. She would transcend beyond the mortal world very soon.
Shen Lian had a feeling that he might not be able to meet his founding master that much anymore in the mortal world.
He said slowly, "because the tragedy of the world is finally here. Even I was shocked at the power that Yanxu controlled within his hands. He revealed the power in his hands to the public and named it the Demonic Order, involving the entire Yuan Continent.
Green Lotus Sword Sect's mountain gate was defeated in half a day and there was nobody who survived. Our Qing Xuan's affiliated Qingjiang Sword sect was also attacked by the Demonic Order at the same time and there were only three people who managed to escape. Zhengyi Sect's Celestial Master, Zhang Ziling had his Talisman Seeds that he reared for hundreds of years taken away. Even the Tai Su Sect had initiated to join the Demonic Order. Now the slightly expanded celestial sect also closed its mountain gate tightly for self-protection. As for the smaller celestial sects, some initiated to join the Demonic Order and there were a lot that ran away.
Even so, the Demonic Order is still keeping its speed of demolishing one orthodoxy each day. I'm afraid that not long later, the land of Yuan Continent and all the past masters' orthodoxies would be eliminated by the Demonic Order and it'd gradually have the power of ruling the Yuan Continent. If he's able to reach this stage, by combining the power of heaven and ground, he'd be able to continue to sweep Tianhua Continent away, until he conquers all the places that we have to achieve his great undertaking that has not happened before. By then he would be so powerful that it's not just about being immortal anymore."
Ziling's expression did not change but she said, "it seems like the Eight Sects of Buddhism didn't suffer any damage."
Shen Lian smiled while saying, "you're almost right founding master. The Demonic Order intentionally avoids the Eight Sects of Buddhism. Yanxu is smart, he knows the long-lasting conflicts between Daoism and Buddhism. As long as the Demonic Order only goes against Xuanmen, the Eight Sects of Buddhism would be happy to see that. However, Miao Di Zen master is a discerning person. He once gathered the rest of the seven Zen masters in an attempt to kill Yanxu but unfortunately, nobody responded."
Ziling said, "when it comes to the deities, which of them isn't clear of the pros and cons? Just that everyone had their own mighty mana. They don't think that they're incomparable to the others. Thus, they didn't realize that once Yanxu rules the Xuan Men, after he gathers all the mighty powers, it's impossible for them to defeat him. Or maybe they think that the rest of the three main Daoist sects will still be able to stop the Demonic Order. At the same time, they're glad to see Yanxu wearing away our abilities."
"Regardless of how they think, it doesn't matter anymore. Lian has already decided to have Bier Discourse of Dao with Yanxu, to make an end to the antecedents that Qing Xuan hadn't resolved in hundreds of years," Shen Lian said.
Ziling said, "But you need to gather the tokens from the four main Daoist sects to activate the Mount Bier Fang Cun. Tai Su's token is already in Yanxu's hand. He's always been longing for the things within the Mount Bier Fang Cun. You invite him for Bier Discourse of Dao, he definitely wouldn't say no. But it's not easy to get the tokens from Tai Shang and Xuan Tian."
Shen Lian took out a painted scroll from his sleeve and open it up on the stone table. There was nothing on the painted scroll except a Taichi illustration of a clear distinction between black and white. There was nothing special about it.
"So Taishang Daoist sect's token is a Taichi illustration, this should be the monotype of Taichi illustration from Tai Shang Daoist Master. Its value is no less than of a magic talisman. How did you get this?" Ziling asked.
Shen Lian said, "Taishang Daoist sect's newly selected respected Daoist, Wu Chenzi sent a boy to personally deliver this illustration. He brought one sentence too, "Shen Zhenren cares about the people, Taishang Daoist sect wouldn't dare to not contribute this illustration'."
Ziling found it funny and said, "he's trying to get himself out of this trouble. As long as he contributes this, he would be able to stay out of it."
Shen Lian sighed, "since he's willing to give in to this Taichi illustration, he must be broad-minded. Actually I not only don't blame him, but I also admire this person's certainty on winning and losing. If it were Xiang Rili, I'm afraid that I'd have to discuss Daoism with him."
"Now your heart is loosened, but you must know that going beyond the limit is as bad as falling short. Treating everything lightly would be able to make you understand more about the state of Dao, but it'd also make you easily lose your desire for competition. You may be at disadvantage during 'Bier Discourse of Dao'. That's all I have to say. The Taichi illustration is useful for me, when you're about to go to the Mount Bier Fang Cun, come here to get it," Ziling took the Taichi illustration and kept it. Since she pondered the Yin Yang ingenious Dao, Taishang Daoist sect's Taichi illustration is significantly useful for her, thus she naturally would not feel embarrassed with Shen Lian. Moreover, she also produced an apparatus for Shen Lian through the Yin Yang ingenious Dao.
Shen Lian said, "The reason why I take this out is to give it to founding master in the first place."
Ziling smiled while saying, "good to know that you have a little filial piety. Since Taishang Daoist sect's token is already on your hand, could it be that Xuantian Sect's token is also already with you?"
Shen Lian said, "I sent Lu Shouyi to help me to go to Xuantian Sect. When he reached Tianmen Straits and before he even entered the Temple of Contentment, Wang Shidao already delivered a message to him, saying that on the 'Bier Discourse of Dao' day itself, there'd be someone from Xuantian Sect who will send the token over and he'd not cause any delay."
"It seems like Xuantian Sect is still not as generous as Taishang Daoist sect," Ziling said.
"Because they've got no request. To be frank, all the issues in this place don't affect Xuantian Sect at all. Even if Yanxu ruled the Yuan Continent, he may not dare to ambush Xuantian Sect's mountain gate," Shen Lian said.
Yanxu's demonic power was very strong. Yuan Continent's Qi cultivators seemed to be caught up in fire and water, they no longer had peace of mind like before. The Eight Sects of Buddhism stayed out of it, Xuantian Sect sealed its mountain gate, Taishang Daoist sect went away and it was difficult to find them whereas Tai Su Sect had mixed together with the Demonic Order. These insignificant Qi cultivators in this demonic trial could only put their last hope on Qing Xuan.
There were even people who made up a sentence these days and it was widely circulated among the Qi cultivators, 'If Shen Qingxia doesn't come out, what can the people do?'


What is a Daoist Master? One that is imageless in ten directions and vanishes in the six paths; unrestrained by the three realms and the five elements.                                                                                                                                           
After a day at the clinic, Dr. Li Feng met with an accident on his way home. When he regained consciousness, Li Feng found himself in the body of a weak teenage boy who was born out of wedlock, Shen Lian. Who was the father? The mother would not tell. A scripture he found among his mother’s remnants was the only thing he knew about his father.                                                                                                    
The mother came from a wealthy and well known family. When Shen Lian was recalled back to the Shen family, he was entitled for part of the grandfather’s inheritance and businesses. Despite the grand value, Shen Lian did not take a cent with him when he decided to leave the family. Why would he leave this comfortable life behind?                                      
His journey with this new identity brought him into this new world as he travelled between realms in search of knowledge to improve his Daoist skills. As he conquered trial after trial, would he become the chosen one? Will he succeed in becoming the Daoist Master? Only time will tell.

Resonance is an event that follows the vibrations of an object due to the influence of vibrations from other objects around it that have the same frequency as the object. Resonance cannot be separated from vibrations and sounds, because from these vibrations resonance will produce sound.
The process of resonance is when the system is able to store and easily transfer energy between two or more different storage modes.

"In this case, the principal was hit by resonance magic and it was activated by Akita when he entered the principal's room, Kaito Hirazawa."
Fuyuki added a magic resonance explanation, while Kei just listened to the explanation. Because Fuyuki knew that Kei didn't understand the explanation, Fuyuki made an illustration.

First illustration: Kei calling Kaito. Kei transfers the signal from a cell phone storage and Kaito receives it (Kaito is still in the room). The sound that Kei produced was only the vibration from the telephone line which was received directly by Kaito and did not resonate in the room.

Second illustration: Akita who is equipped with a sensor chip from Kei knocks on the principal's door then Akita opens it and he is not in the room. Unconsciously the vibration from the knock that Akita produces is a resonance in the form of a knock that can be heard by the principal and other people nearby (before the chip on Akita was installed, someone had installed magic on the principal's room door so the sensor on the Akita chip did not work. ).

Third Illustration: Akita opens the door and the principal is not in the room. Most likely it was either Akita or the principal, one of whom had been moved to a different dimension so that he could not see each other. Then, Akita who called Kei from the room was Akita who was already in another dimension, it could be that the one who returned was only Akita's voice, which was the only one Kei heard.

Fourth Illustration: When Akita returns, the code sensor chips for Kaito and Kei change to Kaito and Akita. Therefore, Kei can only search for Kaito's sensor chip through Akita, while a part of Akita who is in another dimension guides Akita in this world and brings him together with Kaito. Eventually their chips activate when close together. However, Akita's voice from this world could not reach Kaito whose body was already resonating in another dimension. When Akita's voice drifted away, Kaito disappeared because the only thing Kaito heard was Akita's knock before entering the principal's room.

"So where are the real Akita and the real Kaito at this time?" Fuyuki asked Kei a tough question.

"How do I know !?" said Kei while shaking his head, "But, I'm sure the current Akita is the real Akita."

"Not."

"Eh-!? (Kei surprised) Then what about Hana-chan?" he added a question to Fuyuki.
Fuyuki sighed, and continued speaking, "Hana who came back is that witch."

"How can?"

"Several Leweis structures are used together to describe the molecular structure. But the structure is not fixed, but there is an isolation between the double bond and electrons back and forth, that's why it is called resonance. Hana-sensei has blood bonds with Kaito-sensei and the molecule both. isolated into a Leweis structure and then magic with the Leweis structure is installed on the door of the principal's room so as to produce a transitional form of the resonant structure called a resonant hybrid. "

"So the current Hana is ... Hana who has become a witch?"

"Yes. Regardless of Hana's accident or not, basically Hana will go into a coma too. When activated, the elevation electrons will be transported to the brain regardless of the unpaired electrons. Because when Kaito-sensei and Akita Hongo resonate it's not an isomer or her real self. and the only real thing is the molecule in question. " Fuyuki explained while linking magic with resonance theory in Physics lessons
Kei wondered "Since when did Hana learn magic?" inside Kei wanted to reveal Hana. Fuyuki read that thought.

"Yamada-san must be wondering since when did Hana learn magic?"

"How do you know what I'm thinking?"
"I just guessed it. Through the resonance of your body."

"Can you do magic too?"

"No. Magic and Spirituality are generally different. Magic can control any object within its range, while spiritual abilities can only be controlled through one's own potential. The real Hana is not a magician but the current Hana is a magician. The real Hana has been possessed by her witch."

"Very bad."
"Magic is also known as black magic, where some people's souls are handed over to devils. Even people who are not atheists can learn it even if they don't make direct contact. Most likely, the activities that Kaito-sensei is doing have something to do with all of this and make Hana a magician."

"Then why should Hongo suffer?"

"Hongo is the Intermediate."

"I don't really understand. So all this time Akita has been the link between Hana and the school principal, is that right?"

"More or less."

****


When evening starts, the school will be closed in 30 minutes.

"Young master, thank you for coming here." Kei bowed to Fuyuki.

"Yes, no problem." Fuyuki replied with only a short answer.

"Yamada-san, just call me my real name at school. This is a public place while my identity is very secretive. I am your current student."

"OK."

Then Fuyuki left the room.

Looks like Kei forgot something ....

Kei tried to remember what to do with his boss. Kei cleared the glass on the table and then he remembered.

He saw Fuyuki who stepped still not far from his room.

"Um, Fuyuki Matsuda!" shouted Kei, "How is my request?"

Fuyuki paused for a moment and turned to look at Kei "I will consider it."

Then Fuyuki continued his steps and left him.

Kei silently said "Thank you."

Kei felt helped, now Kei has a happy smile on his face. He believes that the mystery in his life will end soon and can end by helping Akita.

But, on the other hand ....
Fuyuki thought back to his father's case. Meanwhile Madara was waiting for him in front of the school entrance.

"Oi!" Madara said to Fuyuki.

"Are you still here?" Fuyuki turned to Madara and greeted him back.

"I am waiting for you."

Fuyuki sighed. Fuyuki looked tired thinking about the difficult position he got recently. Fuyuki and Madara looked at each other and Madara hoped that Fuyuki thought about it earnestly.
"Madarame, I don't remember what we talked about before." Fuyuki really didn't remember.

"Yes, it is okay." Madara looked away from Fuyuki and lowered his head with a sad face.

Seeing Madara who was looking down sadly like that, Fuyuki felt concerned. There must be something hard going through Madara just like what Fuyuki is feeling right now. In Fuyuki's heart said "Should I ignore it?" Actually Fuyuki wanted to help him, but there were taboo things that couldn't be done in him.

Fuyuki closed his eyes and thought carefully, what was he here for?

The answer is only to carry out a will.

But Fuyuki thought there was something he had to do in carrying out the will. Fuyuki is also not someone who ignores other people, as long as he feels capable he will definitely help him without asking for someone else's reply.

Fuyuki muttered, "There is no reason to help others."

"Huh?" Madara could listen to Fuyuki's mutter.

"Madarame, come with me!" asked Fuyuki while stretching out his hand.

"Where we will go?" Madara was surprised and then returned Fuyuki's helping hand with his.

"Come on! Maybe, I can help you." Fuyuki smiled faintly.

Madara's lost smile returned even though he didn't know what Fuyuki was planning to do. "Yeah OK." As long as it helped, Madara would follow him everywhere.
Madara believed in Fuyuki from then on (since leaving the temple) that he could help him.

"Fuyuki Matsuda." Madara suddenly said the name Fuyuki.

"Eh, yes? What's wrong?" Fuyuki was surprised by Madara who suddenly called out his name.

"No, nothing." Madara shook his head. "I just wanted to call your name."

"Strange!"

Right, there's no excuse ....

There is no reason to help others.

Starting from Fuyuki Matsuda a talented spiritual power user in the Zero Rakugaki Division received a will from his father who died at the Miyamoto Company Office 4 months ago. In his will, he was asked to attend Osaka High School and continue the company his parents left. There is no one other than Fuyuki who can replace his father's position in the company. In addition, Fuyuki assumed his father died from being killed and that the will was a dying message. Now Fuyuki is carrying out the will by attending Osaka High School with Hiyori Fujisaki and Mawaru Yoshioka and becomes the company's president director while investigating the cause of his father's death.

Hiyori and Mawaru are spiritual users who are in training mode. They both called Fuyuki as their trainer as "Master" but because Fuyuki was the class leader, they called him "Class Leader". Besides that, they as spiritual users must hide their identity because it is feared that it could cause severe social inequality. However, their secret was about to be revealed because a gangster asked for help named Madara Madarame, who turned out to be the grandson of their teacher, and soon they became friends.

Once while studying sports, Mawaru accidentally met her best friend named Kana Ayami who had just debuted as an idol. Mawaru introduces Fuyuki, Hiyori, and Madara to Ayami. For some reason, Fuyuki is deeply involved in Ayami's life which makes her identity exposed. Momo, who is currently a close friend of Ayami, turns out to be the young company secretary of Miyamoto, so she is forced to explain everything related to Fuyuki's life. Ayami, who did not think that she was a descendant of a magician, decided to visit Nekomichi on the advice of Fuyuki. Nakamichi is a legendary fortune teller, not only a matter of fate, it turns out to predict love and Ayami is bound by destiny with Fuyuki. Ayami tries to believe it, but Fuyuki is very cold that makes Ayami wants to give up. When they are in a "Paramistic" club that is formed due to deliberate factors, the closer the two are to expressing their feelings for each other. Can Ayami maintain her love for Fuyuki? Will Fuyuki's life change after meeting Ayami?

Spoiler: After the case of his father's death is revealed, Fuyuki goes to Tokyo to investigate the accident that happened to him several years ago. He intends to judge the mastermind behind it all, especially someone who wants to take his family's inheritance. After that, Fuyuki who was shocked and lost his memory was forced to live in Rakugaki World. Everything becomes clearer after knowing the figure behind the founder of the Paramistic club. Mawaru who was rejected by the man she has loved for a long time is now forced to marry an Onmyouji to continue the lineage of the temple owner of the Onmyodo experts. Everyone is asking about the future with the path of life they choose, the fact that Fuyuki can't return to the real world due to his unrecoverable memory causes deep sadness, especially for Ayami. So what method should Ayami use to bring Fuyuki back to look to the same future? There is only one sure way.

The new system to manage waste quickly went into effect and a quiet calm overtook the fief with the last batch of refugees arriving and dealt with in an efficient manner thanks to the previous weeks' experience. 

While Galahad was adjudicating a minor theft case. Karlos asked for an audience. 

Galahad looked at the two men and said. 

"As there isn't enough proof to prove that Aelwin is a criminal but the clues we do have point in that direction. My judgment shall be the following, Aelwin will provide ten copper coins worth of services or goods or currency to Veragon. You are both dismissed."

After the two men left Galahad allowed Karlos entrance and said.

"So Karlos what matters require my attention?"

Karlos bowed and said.

"My good Sire, One of the men that has arrived together with the refugees is a man going by the name Marius Cementarius. He claimed that he has abilities that might prove worthwhile to you."

Galahad nodded and said.

"Well, indeed I do need more capable subordinates. But if it is worthwhile, it is for me to judge. For now, let's just see what he wants and is capable of. Karlos, would you please bring this man to me."

Karlos bowed and said.

"I shall oblige my liege."

Soon after Karlos returned followed in tow by a man in his mid-forties. The man was of average height and built and was both bald and clean-shaven and walked with a measured and methodical step. He was wearing a rather foreign-looking armor a mixture of scale and chain mail. With scales covering the torso area and upper arm and chain mail covering the underarm and neck, he was also wearing red linen pants. Just before he reached five paces from Galahad he bowed in a rather awkward manner in stark contrast to his previous measured actions before saying.

"Greetings Prepositus, I am Marius Cementarius Arabicus ex centurion of the mercenarius Legio Ist Arabicus and son of Gaius Cementarius Barcarius the builder of Barcaria. I have come here looking for employment."

Galahad raised his left eyebrow and asked.

"So mister Marius from my understanding of Umbrian society you must be a rather skilled commander. So how did you end up at my court?"

The man responded and said.

"Well, Prepositus the reason is rather simple. After the battle of Yargon took place as the leader of the first century of the second cohort the highest-ranking member of the army alive.  I decided that rather than taking the long trek back to Umbria without any supplies. It would be better to surrender my Legio to the Frankians. Since I knew the Dekarxi would have my head for not bringing glory and treasure back to Umbria but instead costing them it. I was prepared to accept my fate and lose my head. But a good knight named Sir Varolin von Barquis which had a good enough understanding of Umbrian politics to realize what my fate would be if I returned and believing that I did the honorable thing by surrendering. Implored the king of the Frankians to allow me to go to voluntary exile rather than return to Umbria and face certain death. I was accompanied by five other men my old contubernium mates. Those five were the Decanoi of their own troops but decided to follow me since as my associates their careers were pretty much over. So we headed north in the hope that we will manage to amass enough wealth in this Barbarian land to return to Umbria as Equites. But after we reached the Temple of Diater the northernmost oracle. We were given a divine mission to come to the northernmost point and serve for ten years before returning to Umbria. After heading straight north we reached the Dukedom of Novick where we were ordered to take the ship and head to here. As such we will be in your command for ten years and then we will return to Umbria as Servi Dei."

Galahad nodded and said.

"I assume you would want to establish a temple to your god? ."

Cemantarius shook his head and said.

"No there is no need Diater and the local god Emas are the same god under different names. As long as you have a shrine to him and we are allowed to worship in the temple as we wish at certain times of day we would be most content."

Galahad nodded and said.

"Currently there is no such shrine, But I do plan to go on a pilgrim to get the authority to build one."

Cemantarius's eyes shined and he bowed deeply before saying.

"I now understand why Diater sent me here. Please allow me to come with you on the holy pilgrimage. Diater must have wanted me to come to spread his worship and cement it."

Galahad nodded and said.

"We will do so then. For now please make yourself acquainted with both Boris and Martin at the barracks. Nickolas, please give the man a permit allowing him and his men access."

Karlos quickly wrote down a permit. Galahad took it and carefully read it before sealing it.

Then Cemantarius said.

"Thank you very much my Prepositus. As a token of my appreciation, I have decided to gift to you these two books as a means to show my gratitude for hearing me out."

Galahad took those two books and looked at the titles. While the script seemed similar to the ritualistic Occitan script. There were some unknown letters. Galahad then smiled towards Cemantarius and said.

"I am in your debt for such great gifts."

Cemantarius bowed and left the room.

"I am happy your pleased Prepositus."

After Cemantarius left the room. Karlos said 

"Sire, Why did you allow this man to come here and straight away stay with the troops? He could be a spy or something worse."

Galahad looked at Karlos and said.

"Boris can't really act against me. While Martin is rather trustworthy. Additionally, he claimed that his father was a great architect and I hope that he has inherited some of his abilities. The fact he gifted me books is also a good sign. Showing that he values knowledge or at least that his backer thinks I value knowledge. If there is such a backer it is most likely the Duke. But Cemantarius like every other man has his own ambitions and I think I saw a hint of fervor in his eyes when I mentioned the pilgrimage. Finally, all the men traveling with him are at least seasoned soldiers and at best would make decent sub-commanders."

Karlos nodded and said.

"That is indeed true Sire, But if he is just a fanatic. Isn't the number of extremists we are getting rather worrisome though? Boris and his men are rather extreme and now with Cemantarius, most of the army will be made up of fanatics. The general public is also much more religiously minded after your last public event."

Galahad nodded and said.

"While this is true the fact that there is more than one faiths should help me keep the balance. But yes, I am also somewhat worried. On the other hand could you please tell me what the books are about, I can't read that language."

Karlos took the books and looked at the titles for a whole minute before saying.

"Those books are indeed something special. The language is somewhat similar to Frankian. But it does have some stark differences. Most likely it is Umbrian but it must be an older version. As I do have some minor understanding of the modern Umbrian language. My suggestion would be to seek out your brother to help you decipher the contents of those books. But if the books contain illustrations they could give us a hint of their contents."

After opening the first book he was greeted by an illustration of a simple man wearing rather odd clothes. 

This illustration also shows a bountiful harvest surrounding the man and some small bees flying around him. 

In the next illustration, it shows a box-like thing with the height, width, and length of an arm. 

The next illustration show's a frame with a honeycomb structure being placed in the box, the frame has almost the same height and length as the box but is only one-tenth as wide.

In the next illustration, it shows the man placing those boxes filled with frames on top of each other, additionally, there seems to be an exaggerated metal latch to secure those boxes together. 

In the next illustration, it shows the man placing a small metal mesh on top of the second box for no obvious reason. 

In the next illustration, it shows that the tower had grown to five boxes in height. 

The next illustration shows the tower surrounded by four logs with a simple gable roof (Triangle roof) on top of them. 

In the final illustration, we see the man holding a pot. From inside the pot, a golden viscous looking liquid is dropping on to the earth. 

Galahad furrowed his eyebrows and said.

"This seems to be a technical manual for beekeeping. But those apiaries are rather odd. Do you have any idea, on why they would create such an odd apiary?"

Karlos shrugged and said.

"Perhaps in the middle continent where the summers are long and the lands are prosperous were winter is but a rarity bees are so common such big apiaries can be sustained. What about the second book?"

Galahad opened it and inside it, they were some complex looking mechanisms, more sketched rather than illustrated. 

Galahad shrugged and said 

"Most likely, just a series of magical devices we can let my brother deal with it."

Karlos bowed and said.

"As you wish sire."

Galahad nodded and said.

"Anything else?"

Karlos shook his head and said.

"No sire, Do you need me for anything else?"

Galahad shook his head and responded.

"No, You are dismissed. But take those books to my brother."

An hour later a messenger arrived, After entering the hall he bowed deeply and as soon as Galahad motioned him to speak he stood up and said. 

"Baron Emanuel von Kompoli calls Sir Galahad to attend a meeting in two days' time in regard to a newly sprang bandit group. The Bandit group has thus far only terrorized the Hamlet of Erfia. Baron Emanuel, on the request of the recently returned Sir Monert, requests the assistance of any virtuous Knight in solving such a grievous matter which puts the stability of the barony and the nearby region at stake.

Such assistance shall be in the form of both council and manpower. To test the skill of the brave men ready to lay down their lives to eliminate the threat. A small, joined, and melee tournament shall take place. Where all the vassals which have sworn fealty to Baron Emanuel shall take part. The tournament shall take place in Gragon at the same time as the meeting. With at least four men participating to represent each vassal. The top three competitors will be granted an enviable honor. 

Additionally, the top three shall be given one whole gold coin, half a whole gold coin, and thirty whole silver coins respectively from each vassal whose team failed to qualify to the top three.

Finally, this meeting is to celebrate the return of Sir Monert, Sir John, Sir Kellor and Sir Norodon and to morn the disgrace or death or slavery of the rest of the unfortunate Knights. Specifically, Sir William has been sold to slavery as he didn't have enough funds to pay his ransom, Sir Mathew has died in glorious combat, Sir Bardeon died in glorious combat, Sir Derrick died in glorious combat, Sir Verkion has been sold to slavery as he didn't have enough funds to pay his ransom, Sir Halderon is still missing, Sir Hedrion was found running a bandit group and has been declared an outlaw and as such has been stripped of his pedigree and a bounty has been placed on his head. The bounty is worth ten whole gold coins and shall be paid to the man or men who shall bring him to  justice either dead or alive."

Galahad nodded and said with a neutral tone while seeming a bit disconnected.

"I will be there. But I would like to enquire about the specifics in regards to the competition."

The messenger bowed and said.

"Each lord shall either personally lead or adjudicate the leadership to one of his subordinates. Each lord will fight every other lord. The minimum amount of men a lord can have is four but the maximum is eight. For every man that they knock out or force to surrender the team will be rewarded with one point, while the enemy team will lose one point. The top three will be decided based on the highest amount of points. In the case of a tie. The tie-breaker shall be a priest of Lados which will decide which team fought the most honorably and valiantly."

Galahad nodded and said absentmindedly.

"Dismissed I shall be there."

The messenger bowed deeply and left the room. After the messenger exited the room Galahad continued to stare at the sealing before snapping out of it and ordering an attendant to call for Karlos. 

After a short while, the attendant was back followed in tow by Karlos. After the attendant left the hall Karlos bowed deeply and said.

"Why did you request my presence Sire? Is something the matter? Or do you want my report on the books?"

Galahad thought for a moment before saying.

"What about the books?"

Karlos nodded and said.

"Your brother said it will take some time to decipher them. But he does own a lexicon of Old Umbrian. Additionally, he suspects that those books were given as a gift because the man either couldn't read them or those books are terribly out of date. In regards to the illustrations, he suggested we make an example apiary. He believes that by the time he would have finished the book it shouldn't be too full. As such it would be prudent to start the project now"

Galahad nodded and said.

"Then after I dismiss you go to Nickolas and request a copy of the schematics and then send them to a skilled woodcutter. Promise him half of the honey from the first apiary."

Karlos nodded and said.

"It shall be done. So do you need me for anything else?"
 
Galahad nodded and said.

"I  want you to prepare the Umbrians we shall test their mettle in two days' time in a tournament in Gragon."

Karlos bowed and said 

"It shall be done. Anything else?"

Galahad nodded and said.

"Additionally I would like it if you could get about twenty logs in the central square in the form of a funeral pyre. Additionally, I want you to inform everyone not to disturb me for the rest of the day under any but the direst circumstances. Is that understood?"

Karlos bowed and said.

"Yes, Sire."

Galahad nodded and said.

"Additionally, Please also inform my wife that this rule applies to her as well."

Karlos nodded.

Galahad sighed and said.

"Dismissed."

After Karlos left the room and Galahad was left alone his working leg buckled and knelt towards the floor his eyes teared up and he started crying. At the start, it was just a couple of tears but then it grew ever violent. It wasn't long before He started to violently beat the floor and shout.

"Why gods have you forsaken me? First, you took my Biological father before I ever truly met him and now while he is still in his prime years my Spiritual one. How is this fair? How am I supposed to be virtuous when all I see is the virtuous dying and the wicked living? Why are such dregs as Hedrion allowed to live while good men must die from either beasts, disease, or swords? Why have you forsaken us gods and given us such an incapable prince that his only accomplishment is to be born? A man which threw the lives of his subjects to the wind with reckless abandon, not for honor but prestige? Are our sacrifices not enough? Indeed I am but a terrible man not pious in the least. But Sir Mathew was an honorable and pious man. There was no man like him."

But the gods didn't answer his quarries and fear overtook his heart. 

*Are there gods?* 

He thought.

*Is there an afterlife? Was it all for not? After all, didn't the very existence of his castle prove how short-lived everything was? Perhaps he could have done something if he joined the war and spoke with the prince and advised him to retreat? But what if he killed the prince? What if he had convinced Mathew to desert? *

The philosophical questions remained unanswered. But the practical ones had a lot of simple ones. 

*He couldn't meet the prince let alone kill him and Sir Mathew would never discard his honor.*

The rest of the night was filled with a mixture of more philosophical questions, memories, what-ifs and the fear of one's own mortality, the one of his loved ones, and the one of his achievements. That circle of pain continued until he exhausted himself and he slept upon the same floor where he mourned.

Galahad had accomplished his lifelong goal of becoming a knight at the young age of 20, finally obtaining for himself that which every honorable man born in a classic Western fantasy desired: his very own fief!

Unfortunately, that was where his good fortune ran afoul.

Abandoned by his elder brother who was a mage of the court, conned by a slimy merchant into bankruptcy, and maimed by a Goblin army that had just finished burning his entire fief to the ground, Sir Galahad found out that the “right to rule” was not as glamorous as he had thought.

“Dear husband, you didn’t forget me, did you?!!”

That’s right! One should not forget being forced to marry the daughter of a commoner.

A proper Knight’s life is difficult!

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