no matter if you're a king or a sweeper we all dance with the grim reaper.

The journey to the martial peak is a lonely, solitary and long one. In the face of adversity, you must survive and remain unyielding. Only then can you break through and and continue on your journey to become the strongest. Sky Tower tests its disciples in the harshest ways to prepare them for this journey. One day the lowly sweeper Kai Yang managed to obtain a black book, setting him on the road to the peak of the martials world.

'Shit.' Yohan could feel the hairs on his skin standing on their ends as a shiver ran through his body.

He hadn't felt this person's presence at all. Yohan's senses were more sensitive than those of an average person. He was always watching his surroundings to ensure that no one would catch him unaware, no matter how carefully they moved.

Yohan grabbed his crossbow as he turned around and took aim at the person who spoke to him. At the same time, the speaker kicked at his hands. Pain coursed through Yohan's fingers as his crossbow flew into the air.

"What the heck?" It was the first time he failed to suppress someone in this timeline. Yohan moved to grab his gun from his utility belt. In response, the man threw a roundhouse kick at him. The force of the leg slicing through the air made an intimidating sound. Yohan ducked his head and managed to avoid the blow.

Yohan followed up his dodge with a low kick aimed at his opponent's legs. The man stumbled, and Yohan took advantage of the moment to tackle him to the ground and pin him. As he got into the full mount position, the man threw a fist that hit Yohan clean. Yohan lost his control of the situation, and the man kicked at him and rolled out of the pin. Yohan felt something in his mouth and spat it out. It was blood.

'Injury.' Yohan's stress level spiked as soon as he saw the blood. Even though it wasn't an exposed external injury, just having an injury was dangerous. At the same time, his opponent's mere existence was precarious. The opponent knew how to fight and wasn't scared of Yohan's weapons.

Yohan ducked under another strike, but the man tried to meet his duck with a knee up the middle. Yohan moved both of his hands to block the attack. Then, he headbutted his opponent, causing the man's head to snap back violently. Yohan tried to follow up with a big punch, but the man tripped him, causing him to stumble. The man followed up with another kick, which Yohan took, and he rolled with it. Yohan kept rolling away, using the opportunity to get some distance. The man started charging in to chase down Yohan, but then stopped and raised both his hands as Yohan pointed his Glock right at him.

"Woah, Woah."

"I'll shoot if you move even one step."

"Calm down, bro, why did you attack a human all of a sudden? I just wanted to talk."

Yohan made sure his gun was fully loaded and stood a reasonable distance apart from his opponent. He allowed himself to take a deep breath now, knowing that he had the upper hand. A conversation was great, but the safest thing to do was entirely suppress his opponent first.

"You're the one that sneaked up on me first."

"Oh, I apologize for that. It's a habit of mine to walk around without making any noise." The man smiled brightly. It was a strange expression to be wearing, considering the two of them were brawling just a moment ago. "Both of us will be in danger if you fire that gun. There's a lot of gangsters down there."

Yohan quietly took out his silencer from one of his pockets and deftly attached it to his Glock. The man frowned.

"I want to talk, that's all. Don't be so cold."

"What do you want?"

"I was watching you earlier and noticed you were checking every nook and cranny in this mall. You have business here, right?"

"That's none of your concern."

"I have beef with them too. Let's work together."

"Are you alone?"

"Yeah, I've been living by myself. How about it? I'm Sweeper."

"Sweeper?" Yohan asked, after reflecting on the name for a moment. It didn't seem like the name of a group, and the man didn't look like a foreigner. The man noticed Yohan's confusion and smiled.

"It's my nickname."

"Who gave you a cheesy name like that?"

"I did, why?"

'This guy is mental. It's a serious case of eighth-grader syndrome.' Yohan shook his head. Looking at him, it didn't seem like he was lying. Based on his fighting abilities and reflexes, he was a Grade A survivor, especially considering he had the guts to be roaming around here by himself. He would probably be useful if they stuck together, but there was something suspicious about him.

While still keeping the Glock aimed at the man, Yohan slowly moved towards his crossbow. The man continued to smile while holding his hands up in the air. Yohan grabbed the crossbow, trained it at the man, and then holstered his pistol.

"Any last words?"

"What?"

"I'll just assume that's all you have to say," Yohan's finger started to squeeze the trigger of his crossbow. At the exact moment that he decided to pull the trigger, Sweeper bolted for the railing. Yohan instinctively tried to follow his movement with the crossbow as he fired, but his motion was too sudden, and he missed.

Yohan adjusted his aim as best as he could for the second shot. The sound of his crossbow firing filled the air. He had changed his aim to account for the speed of an average human, but the man moved as fast as a mutant zombie. His unnatural movements allowed him to avoid every shot. Soon, the man reached the railings. He grabbed the handrails and jumped over it. Yohan's eyes widened.

'How did I miss at point-blank range?'

"Damn it! Why did you start shooting all of a sudden!?" Sweeper yelled from the floor below.

"I was trying to kill you, you bastard!" Yohan cursed. They were now making a lot of noise, and he was worried that the zombies and people in the mall could hear him shouting.

"Intruder! An intruder is on the third floor with a gun! Third floor in front of the beauty products store!" Sweeper screamed out as loud as he could.

Yohan could hear footsteps approaching from every direction. With his location called out clearly, the enemy's movements were quick and precise. Yohan cursed under his breath, repeatably as he sprinted towards the emergency exit. However, he stopped once he heard footsteps coming from below and changed directions to run the other way. His breathing was starting to get strained.

All the while, zombies were approaching. He couldn't move quickly, as he had to deal with the zombies near him. Yohan raced towards the escalators that went down to the second floor, but then changed his mind again once he saw people coming up from the other side. As soon as he turned around, he could see that even the escalator further away was swarming with people.

Yohan looked down. The floor below him filled with zombies that were attracted to the noise they were making. The drop from the third floor to the first was huge. Jumping to the second floor wasn't a problem, but there were too many zombies to deal with after he landed. They would tear him apart before he could recover from the jump. Was fighting the only choice?

Yohan pulled out his gun but reconsidered after seeing that his enemies had guns too. He was confident in his ability to fight a large group, but that was only when he was the one on the offensive. Yohan racked his brain. If he fought, he had a high chance of winning, but against a large group, he wouldn't be able to avoid getting injured.

Just then, Yohan recalled something that the director had said.

'It would be great if a useful guy like him would change his mind. If you wanted, I would even let you have all the women. Even all the drugs.'

He most likely wouldn't be killed if he got caught. As long as he was alive, he would be able to escape anytime. Thus he had a higher chance of surviving in this way rather than fighting. Yohan quickly devised a plan and then slowly raised his hands, inviting them to capture him.

* * *

A heavy door swung open, and Yohan's thrown into a large room. His hands tied behind his back, and his feet were bound together. They had taken his crossbow, gun, two knives, and his utility belt. It was a heavy blow to his gear. Additionally, recent events were disturbing. He had unexpectedly run into a Grade A survivor that he couldn't suppress.

'That bastard.'

He wasn't going easy on him, nor was he handicapping himself by trying to keep his opponent alive. Yohan could not kill him at all. If he could, he would have already done so without a second thought. Yet, despite knowing how dangerous this person was, he was unable to kill him.

On top of that, his opponent showcased his quick thinking and reactions as Yohan was trapped moments later. Even though Yohan had his guard up the entire time and confident that he had taken every precaution, he still ended up caught somehow.

'Oh well, what's past is past.' Yohan stopped dwelling on what happened and focused on the present. He was correct in thinking that they wouldn't kill him if he didn't resist when they captured him.

Maybe it was because he surrendered so obediently, but his captors didn't blindfold or gag him. Yohan took the opportunity to memorize the route and his surroundings, and his eyes examined every part of the room. There wasn't anything sharp that he could use. There were also no windows. Thankfully, there was a vent in the ceiling.

The steel door noisily swung open again, and Sweeper's thrown in also tied up. Yohan smirked. Sweeper had gotten him into this challenging situation but ended up captured as well. Yohan gave him a contemptuous look, but Sweeper greeted him with a smile.

"Hey, bro, have we met before?" Yohan joked.

"Shut up, you bastard."

"Jeez, you have a dirty mouth. I got caught because of you. Don't you feel bad?"

"Why did you attack me all of a sudden?"

"There wasn't a guarantee that you weren't one of them."

"You have poor judgment, bro. Don't mix me with those gangsters. I'm an upstanding citizen."

Yohan was at a loss for words. Sweeper was beyond ridiculous. Before Yohan could reply, the door opened once more, and some men wearing black clothing entered. In the middle of the pack was the man that Yohan saw earlier. It was the director.

'He looks tough.' Yohan had not expected to encounter him so soon. He continued looking around the room to assess the situation. The director pulled up a chair and sat down before addressing Sweeper.

"Oh, it's our cleaning friend. It's been a while. Didn't I tell you that I would kill you if you appeared in front of me again?"

"If you just give back to me what's mine when I asked nicely, I wouldn't have to come back."

The director laughed out loud and then slapped Sweeper across the cheek. The sound of the slap filled the entire room. Sweeper spat out some saliva mixed with blood.

"We'll have a lot of fun this time, so look forward to that, my friend. You might even start thinking that death is the better option." The director smiled and pinched Sweeper's cheeks. Then, he turned his chair to look at Yohan. The director had cold eyes, like a predator. Yohan felt a sense of disgust when he noticed the gold tooth behind the director's lips.

"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in our camp without our permission?"

Yohan studied the director's eyes. They were calm and full of confidence. At the same time, the director didn't seem to be looking down on him.

"I'm just a refugee wandering nearby. I came in to see if there were any useful supplies. I didn't know this somebody already claimed this place, so I apologize for trespassing." Yohan replied politely. As always, survival was the priority. He wasn't going to beg for his life, but also wasn't going to be overtly hostile to them, primarily since they were already known to be violent.

In times like the apocalypse, a leader would always value a talented person. Since Yohan was fully armed when they captured him, it was more than enough to make them curious. Yohan knew that they weren't going to kill him until they squeeze every bit of information from him first.

"You're pretty clean for a refugee."

"Luckily, I found a home nearby where I was able to wash up."

"Wow, that's great for you. Why not, right? You need to take care of yourself. It's great to be clean." The director spoke as if he admired what Yohan had said. However, in an instant, his demeanor changed, and he leaned closer to Yohan. Yohan stared back, wide-eyed.

"You had a gun."

Yohan gulped.

"Why aren't you resisting?"

Zombies suddenly appeared all over the world, quickly spreading through densely populated cities. It only took two years for every government around the world to collapse, leaving behind chaos and anarchy on a global scale. Without the law and order that once kept them safe, people turned fearful of both the zombie threat and of each other. Even in the face of the countless waves of undead, groups formed and fought over the limited resources that remained.

It culminated in a battle between two of the most influential remaining groups—the last beacons of humanity. What resulted was a devastating loss of life on both sides. Yohan’s group now demolished, and zombies swarmed their surviving enemies. Though he managed to suffer through this apocalyptic world for three years, his time was up. Unexpectedly, death had come not from an enemy, but a friend. His oldest and most trusted companion had bitten him. Who had been infected during the battle and turned into a zombie.

Accepting his fate, Yohan closes his eyes, only to discover that he has returned to the past, six months before the zombie outbreak. With his memories of the last three years, only he knows of the approaching apocalypse.

Given a second chance, he plans to do everything to survive!

my body slowly dissintegrate...
what will happen to me from now on...
will i go to the heaven? maybe hell perhaps...
all i can see is darkness...
where am i...
i try to move my hands
*tug*
there was something blocking my hands for moving forward
i check my foot and try to kick but there was this wood that is blocking me
*tug* tug*
i try to exert more energy in my arms trying to break this wood in front of me
*tuuggg* tuggg* ttuugg*
*krikkk**
i successfully put a hole on this wood but when i try to push it away it was block again by something that is more harder
but now i have a better vision, there was a small ray of light near top of my head
i tried to block where those small dot of light coming from, but after touching where the lights came from, it was hard, like a rock but i feel that i can move it
where am i...
i tried to destroy the rock by pushing it many times
it takes hours but the rock is slowly pushing away
and in a final push
*crack*
"HHUUPPP!!!"
*BAG*
i slowly crawl out and witness where am i
there is alot of gravestone that is carve or insert at the wall
*WAAAAA*
*HEEEELLLP!!!**
**RRROOAAARRRRR*
**GRRRROOU*
and a horrifying seen take place before my eyes
there was this man eating another person
there was a man running away from a girl who run strangely
and a lot of people is running
there was a lot of people that is eating another person
"what is happening.."
i immediately go down from where am i, a see that i came from a gravestone named John Carl Silva
"fuck! am i zombie!!!!??"
*rrooaarr!!!*
but suddenly a strange person w/blooded mouth and red eyes is attacking me!
i dodge it by a hair strand
but it came back fast and trying to bite me now
i push him at the side and run immediately!
"what is happening why!! why there are zombies!!!??"
"and am i zombie too!!!??? but they are attaking me also!"
i run ang check the surrounding until i found some broken glass and quickly check my appearance
i am look the same, my eyes are still black, my outfit... im wearing BARONG TAGALOG and SLUX!!!
"so i really died but why im alive again?"- John Carl
another zombie is trying to attack me, but to my shock i pick the broken glass and stab it at the attacker
and like i gay, i scream hard while stabbing continuously the zombie at the head
the zombie is not moving anymore, then i kick it away
"ha.... ha... what is happening, i need to go back home!"- John Carl
my current location is in the karuhatan cemetery and every part of this place is so horrible, there is zombie from left to right and almost all of them is attacking humans who are escaping here
i rush away from here, gladly i know this route and most of the zombies are busy attacking other human being
moving slowly but surely, now i'm almost near to the upward slope towards the barangay hall of karuhatan
but there was a hoard of zombies that are blocking the way near the very entrance of joy street
"what should i do..."- John Carl
*rrooaarr**
*uunnnnggggkkk*
*rroaaarr*
*roarrr*
now im moving more slowly and sticking at left side where there is bunch of gates, but this is the most safest way due to there is a 4 post and 1 small tree that is possibly blocking the sight of the zombies
*rooaaarrr*
*grrrr*
there was a zombie slowly approaching at the back
but this zombie still not looking at my way
"uuuugggh.. what now what now what now....."- John Carl
i sprint silently at the post where im in the middle of the tree and post, and there is this structure called expressPay, that is giving me some moments to breathe
"hoooo.. ha.. ha ... this too tiring, oh god i need some miracle"- John Carl
I've been here for 5mins but the zombie at the back still not moving but worst it's looking forward now to the upward slope
"one.. two.. three..., there is about 6 zombie near the entrance of joy street"- John Carl
i wait for another minute but nothing is change the zombies are just roaming but not going far away from their original place
"i don't want to die again... damn it"- John Carl
as soon as imp about to give up, memories of her smile, her laugh, her love comes rushing back to my head, it feels like a lost child that finally came back home
"Mary Ann..."- John Carl
a new found strength and courage
"I'll survive"- John Carl
immediately i check my surrounding and luckily, i see a broom of a street sweeper at middle of the 4 street post, it was long stick with walis tingting at end
after grabbing it i remove the walis tingting, like a long baton this will be my wits end
"game"- John Carl
narrator: with burning determination John Carl promise to himself that he will survive, back to his friend, family and love one

all i want is to stay with you, why does this destiny is so unfair, I'll overcome every obstacle, every hardship, every fall i will  stand tall, even from the depth of hell I will shout to the heaven to save you.

Everyone could feel their heart's still and their breath stagnate. That cold gust that threw away Aqua made them scared. Aqua was a martial artist who focused on her body, she was heavier than a bull and possibly even a stack of thick and dense steel, yet that heavy body was swept by a casual stroke of a broom. 

This was only perhaps even slightly considerable if the person had reached the martial peak, they had become perfected martial artists.

Martial artists weren't practitioners of qi or magic they didn't even have special abilities like beasts, they were simply martial artists. Yet as one seemed to reach a bottleneck if they could pass that and reach such a degree that even their humanity is broken through they can reach the peak of martial arts. This has no real difference in one's life span, but it is still the difference of heaven and earth to humans.

Martial artists who had reached the peak could destroy mountains, they could split the seas, they could rip the clouds. Even ferocious beasts were but play things to them. 

In all of time there have been said to be 10 Martial artists to have reached that peak. They have all been scattered throughout time. There closest martial god as they call them was about five hundred years ago. 

Below martial god is a perfected martial artist. Even the Ice Pavilion didn't have a perfected martial artist only a martial master. A martial master was three lower than a perfected martial master.

There were no check points to clearly distinguish which kind of martial artist one was, but perhaps only public sentiment could value that. 

Many of the smarter martial artists would discuss and elaborate on what defined the depth of a martial artist. All except Martial god. The martial artists truly felt those heros were gods and thus will never question them.

The old sweeper sighed as he saw sun set and said, "All guests leave come another day. Preferably when the master of this place returns. Leave."

With that he slightly waved the broom and all the Ice Pavilion disciples flew out.

He then turned around gave a lazy stretch as if a street cat and proceeded to go towards the martial house.

Suddenly he said, "Young man, you should heed my words and leave. If not I'll accept your request to stay and bury you here."

He then moved his hand behind him and his index finger held up a thin sword. Behind the sword was a black bandaged man with only two yellow eyes. Shock and fear replaced the cold merciless gold eyes as he gazed upon the small finger that kept him midair with his sword and also stopped his sword.

He flipped away and quickly went to piece the sweeper.

The sweeper moved his broom slightly and the bottom pulled up and blocked the sword. The broom didn't move at all.

The sweeper then slightly tilted his broom and the thin sword bent.

Although the sword was thin, it was made of some very hard metals. Furthermore it was made of many sheets of metal folded and then placed atop each other.

The sweeper said, "Guest should leave."

With that said the Sweeper waved his broom and the bandaged man flew like a leaf.

Yen grimaced feeling a few shivers up and down his spine and asked suspiciously, "Is he a Dokkaebi?"

The sweeper then continued to move away and like that the day had passed, but contrary to belief the three tailed sect was now set alight with gossip and fear.

They all knew the old sweeper, he had been the one who had been here the longest. No one knew his name or what he even looked like. All they knew was at around the afternoon till evening he would come out and sweep with a very heavy metal broom and always smelt of very powerful liquor such that one might get drunk just from smelling him.

Ara brought her two juniors into a closed room as far away from where they knew the sweeper to be sleeping.

Yen said, "Senior sister did you know the old sweeper was that strong, stronger than even master? Is that why you allowed the Ice Pavilion in the end?"

Ara nodded slowly, "It was when I was very young about ten. I had been with master for a year and I had progressed to far. I was arrogant and went all over the central realm bullying others. Master eventually found and warned me of slumbering dragons. I didn't pay heed and kept on bullying. I had incurred the wrath of a senior martial artist and was nearly disabled. Luckily master saved me. He while lecturing me said that I didn't understand the heights of the world and that the old Sweeper I had looked upon in disdain and scorn much like Lucia was actually someone unbelievably powerful. It had obviously been an ancient and master deeply regretted leaking it so I believed the Old Sweeper must be here secretly or for some other reason. Anyway now that the cat was out of the bag master told me. That Old Sweeper was someone the entire central realm had to fear and kneel towards, and that only the great evil in the sea's and their unparalleled king has a chance against him."

Yen asked in shock, "Is he a... a... a martial god?"

Ara said, "I am not sure, but considering how master spoke he might be."

Lucia on the other hand had been the rudest of all people even considering guests towards Im Tae and was shaking ferociously in fear.

Ara after saying this then said, "Now on to more important business. I will find whoever spread the truth of masters absence and cut him to death!"

Meanwhile above a large three which only had two Brothers as tall as it the old sweeper sat with a large gourd sitting on his belly.

The sweeper looked towards the moon, "Chi I wonder if you are happy in the heavens and if you are looking over me. I wish you could still be with me, I would accept all your coldness and beatings without a word then. I don't need what you've given me only your love. My beautiful wife... My beautiful wife..."

The sweeper had deep red cheeks as he cried out sorrowfully towards the moon.

The sweeper seeing a dot very far away then became sober and said, "I'll find the Chaos revival scroll and I'll definitely bring you back, even if I must soak this entire world in blood and kill the most innocent child."

The sweeper shot out dissapearing and appeared in front of an old man with long neatly combed white hair wearing a scholars robe. 

The sweeper said, "Have you found it?"

The old man nodded and said, "Yes master."

The sweeper that grabbed the old man by his collar and dissapeared appearing atop the clouds.

The sweeper said, "Show me."

The old man said, "Ai. Really master your attitude hasn't changed at all even after five hundred years. You really take after mistress Ch..."

The old man hurriedly knelt and begged, "I apologize!"

The sweeper said, "I haven't killed in five hundred years and have decided to not kill unless needed, furthermore you have been a good servant these years. There's no need to apologize. If I was in your position even I would fear the man named the Spear of heavens revolt."

The old man sighed and then took out a bamboo scroll

The Sweeper asked, "Yult is that it?"

Obvious expectation and desire carved on his normally stoic face.













The winds blow and the time of heros emerges. Countless people rise and fall as these mysterious winds stretch across the world. 

Power and struggle like two twin evils dance throughout all of existence and chaos reigns.

Life is tossed and chopped as simply as wild grass and death is embraced. Desire fills the world.

Yet one man throughout all of time shall rise and conquer. All humans shall lay down and bow towards his majesty - The spear Emperor.

Still dressed in his pink onesie, he stepped out of the apartment. The rows and rows of streetlights were dimmed, casting foreboding shadows over the street. He looked down from behind the railing, trying to glimpse any 'Sweepers' that Mei told him about.
He didn't know what they looked like, but he had a feeling that he would recognize them if he saw one.
The streets were eerily silent, and every window lining the streets was closed shut. He actually found the empty street to be quite calming, with the silver moonlight shining over the dead, empty road.
He took in a deep breath of night air, not searching for Sweepers anymore but simply enjoying the atmosphere of mystique and darkness.
However, just as he was about to leave, he heard clamoring voices in the alley below him, right next to the apartment. Three people ran out onto the dim streets, their breaths ragged from exertion.
He stared at them judgementally. The man in the middle was the one who killed him hours ago when he first entered the world, though to him it felt so long ago that he had nearly forgotten about it.
He could hear their voices even from where he stood, on the third floor of the building.
"Pete! You said that Sweepers don't go to that place!" The voice of a young girl echoed across the street. He saw a window furtively open its shutters in the building opposite of his, observing the commotion.
'Sweepers, huh.' It seems like maybe he could see what a Sweeper was, after all.
The trio froze in terror, seeing something come out of the alleyway. Asher shifted his position, trying to make out what they were looking at. The window across the street hurriedly closed its shutters.
A humanoid figure, wearing a cyclopean gas mask and strange inky metallic armor, shuffled out into the light. A clear tank filled with blood and flesh was attached to its back, and the thing's mask visor shone with crimson light. The sweeper attached red-hot meat hooks to its arms, causing the air to sizzle around them.
Asher looked at the Sweeper indifferently. He honestly thought it would look scarier than that, but he felt it wasn't even as scary as the fairies from the Fairy Festival.
Of course, he only thought the fairies were scary because of his experience with them, and not how they looked.
But the three people in the middle of the street apparently thought it looked menacing. They stopped in their tracks, and their eyes became glazed with fear.
The Sweeper stepped lightly towards them in anticipation, but the man in the middle, Pete, stepped up and spread his hands to block the Sweeper's path.
"Aiko, Mang'chi, run to that empty room for building five. I'll meet you guys there." However, Pete's voice was grim. He didn't expect to come out of this alive.
But the other two didn't run away and instead stepped up together with him. Aiko patted his shoulder with the palm of her small hands.
"It wasn't all your fault. I was the one who chose that place, I should take some responsibility too." As Aiko reassured him, Mang'chi flicked the back of Pete's head with his fingers, shaking his head silently as he resolutely stood behind Pete.
Such a display amused Asher. Acting so cute. Why couldn't they have done something like that instead of murdering him back then?
He realized they cared so much for their group, as a sort of mental preparation for their minds so they could kill other people without care, only thinking about their own tight-knit clique.
Asher couldn't blame them. Pete said that people like them had to do anything to survive, and this was probably just another way for them to exist in such a place.
Even so, as the Sweeper walked languidly towards the trio they couldn't help but shake. Mang'chi pulled Pete behind him with his arm, staring at the Sweeper with his knife raised.
The masked creature gazed at them oddly, raising his meat hook to slash down.
'Sigh, I can't just leave them be... I want to see how strong a Sweeper is anyway.' Asher jumped off from the third floor, landing on the asphalt street with a soft thud.
Pete and the other two widened their eyes in surprise, and the Sweeper mechanically swiveled its body toward him.
"You're the... A Fixer?" Seeing the boy leap from a height of over two stories made Pete jump to a wild conclusion. He thought back to the child in the alley, who was now dressed in a pink onesie instead of tattered clothes. Asher didn't spare a glance at the man, and prepared to fight the Sweeper, who already began to swing at him.
'[Fairy Queen]!' His pink outfit disappeared, replaced with the greenish-blue armor. He quickly deflected the hook, and the sound of clashing metal rang across the street. He could sense multiple windows opening in the buildings surrounding the street.
Asher swung his club at the face of the Sweeper, but its head did not budge. It stared at the egg lodged in its mask in apathy.
'What the- Ow!' While Asher focused on the thing's face, it stealthily brought out one of its hooks, gouging out the tendons in his right leg, ripping the fleshy cords out and flicking it to the ground. The smell of sizzling flesh permeated the air.
Asher gritted his teeth. At least he could see what one of the summoned fairies looked like, as the egg on top of his weapon cracked open to reveal a radiant red-headed fairy who immediately flew to the Sweeper with her mouth open. The egg sealed itself afterward, like nothing ever happened.
He glanced behind him. The three people that used to be there had already disappeared. Asher himself could've run away if those meat hooks did not completely slash apart his right leg.
'I have to damage the thing somewhat if I want to walk again.'
Asher took the offensive, shuffling with his limp leg toward the masked thing as the fluttering fairy distracted it.
Instead of aiming at its mask, he swung all over its body, intending to inflict as much damage as he could so his wound would heal from the effect of his weapon.
Although the Sweeper was strong, it wasn't as fast as Asher, who could see its movements clearly. He could dodge all the blows the thing sent at him, other than the first one, which took him by surprise.
Asher slowly felt his wound closing up, but the Sweeper didn't look any worse off than before, still swinging its hooks slowly and methodically.
He peered at the tank on the Sweeper's back as it glowed ominously. The flesh in the tank was slowly being pumped inside the thing, healing it.
But the tank was emptying too slow, it was still over 80% full.
The fairy he summoned had disappeared, and his wound was completely healed.
He didn't want to bother dealing with the Sweeper anymore because he predicted it would take at least an hour to whittle down the flesh tank on its back.
'It's like a damn cockroach...'
He canceled his transformation, directly climbing up the apartment walls, reaching the third floor of the apartment in a flash.
As he looked from above, he found that the Sweeper seemed to have already lost interest in him as it roamed back into the alley.
He felt that whoever coined the term 'Sweeper' had a great sense for names. It was as if they 'swept' the streets at night, cleaning out whoever was walking the streets at night.
Asher appreciated the night air for a bit more, and no other people barged into the silent roads to interrupt him this time.
After he finished, he entered Mei's house again, closing the door behind him.
Heading straight to the bedroom, he found Mei still there, sound asleep. He wiggled into the blankets, weary from all the fighting he did earlier.
Soon he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

The City, the last standing country of the world, spanned over thousands of miles across the barren wasteland. As the last bastion of humanity, technologies beyond comprehension arose, augmenting humanity to a new era.

Two distinct regions emerged from the City. The Nests, and the Backstreets.

Despite the 'idyllic' stagnation of the Nests, life in the Backstreets of the City was anything but peaceful, anything but pleasant. With criminals using the advantage of near mystical technology, death and despair skyrocketed at unimaginable pace. 

And in the center of the world’s despair were blackened stars, the worst scum that the new era created. The strongest of them were given their own special title.

...

"Impurity of the City": a title that was only given to the most dangerous outlaws of the world, the beings that could shake the very foundation of reality with their power.

Asher was crowned as the world's second 'Impurity', just days before his final performance. He fought against the three beings that existed solely to erase darkness like him: the Arbiter, Beholder, and Executioner. 

'Eye for an Eye'. 'Tooth and nail'. That's what Asher told his companions before their last performance.

Pah. 

He and his allies were still too weak, easily snuffed out by those three godlike beings. They stood disdainfully over his friends' bodies, with not a single scratch on them.

In a clash that lit the world in sparks, it seemed like even his best performance couldn't hold a candle to them. 

With only a few seconds of fading consciousness left, his last hope lied in a device known as 'TimeTrack', which he found during his travels outside the City in a miracle of extraordinary luck. It supposedly allowed its user to rewind time and change their entire fate using knowledge of the future.

But something went terribly wrong. For some reason, the device buried his memories deep inside him, against his will.

With his memory sealed, the 'advantage' Timetrack promised him had vanished into thin air, leaving cold and confused, thirteen years in the past.

The smoke of the Backstreets stung his nose. He looked to what his new future held. Three expressionless porcelain masks. An empty smile, decorated by dead eyes. 

The Stars peered down, the obstacles he had to face.

What will change and what will stay the same as he rediscovers the miseries plaguing his world?

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She checked in to her new lair, a hotel in a town neighboring Boston. It was a second floor room so that sweepers couldn't look in through the windows and she could repel out the window if she needed to make a quick escape. 

Helping someone didn't make her feel good. While it saved someone else's butt, all it did for Dana was expose her whereabouts. She helped when she could, but then she had to move on as quickly as she'd arrived. 

There were places she couldn't make herself go, even if she wore a disguise. Delaware was one of those places.

Eight months on the run and she was already getting tired of running. That's what it looked like to the sweeper who found her on her day off. Had it not been for Dana's magnetized limb getting stuck on a dumpster, the sweeper would have thought she was a homeless woman in her current disguise of salt and pepper hair, wrinkles, and dirt and ratty clothes covering her body. 

I have got to get these bones switched out Dana thought. 

She heard the sound of someone on their cell phone. The voice on the other end kept cutting out but she heard, clear as a bell, the words "Don't let her get away! Use the taser!"

Dana put her hand in her pocket, wrapping her hand around her remote. She pushed a button to demagnetize herself. The next part was either going to be fun or painful. Did she want to run and definitely get tased? Or did she want to pretend she was still stuck and get the drop on the sweeper, destroying whatever device was on the woman in the process?

She opted for the second choice. At least that way she had a fighting chance. 

The female sweeper came closer, and closer. Her Centre issued pistol was trained on the young pretender who made the convincing appearance of struggling against restraints. 

Dana pulled and pulled, letting the sweeper see real fear cross her face. Cries of "get away from me", "I'm not going back", and "I'd rather die" left her body. 

The sweeper chose then to lift a remote into Dana's line of vision. It looked exactly like the one she'd stolen. 

The sweeper was close enough to touch Dana. She kneeled down to the young pretender's eye level. As she reached for Dana's left collar bone, Dana opened her mouth and bit the woman's arm. 

"Do you know what this does?" The sweeper asked sadistically as she tried to stop the bleeding. Dana nodded. "Oh, then you must know what this button does." She presses the button. Dana's wrist was no longer demagnetized, but it's strength doubled. Suddenly Dana's struggle was real. 

The sweeper used her cell phone to let the Centre know Dana was in custody and waiting for someone to come and get her. 

Dana guesses that the sweeper who found her was new because the woman seemed confident enough in her work that she left the alley, believing that Dana couldn't get away. 

Foolish woman. I might be the death of her Dana thought as she once again demagnetized herself and looked for a way out. The alley's entrance wasn't going to be an option as the Centre was on its way to collect her. There were only two ways for her to go. Scale a building, or go down a manhole. If she went up, she could easily be spotted. If she went down, she could be trapped from every angle. 

Dana didn't waste much time in making her decision. Based on her Jarod's Escapes simulations, she knew the Centre wasn't far off. Dana climbed up the side of the dumpster to gain some height so she could reach the fire escape and started climbing two rings at a time until she reached the stairs. She raced up two flights before finding an open window and ducking in just in time to see a Centre vehicle park at the alley's entrance. 

She closed the window just in case there was something she didn't know the remote capable of doing. 

A quick glance around the room Dana found herself in told her it was a nursery. She didn't waste any time getting out of the home she was in when she saw a baby monitor with a camera. She'd had enough of cameras as it was and left the apartment as quickly as she could. 

The building's back entrance was her only out if it wasn't blocked by Centre people. 

Now that her homeless disguise, and probably even her lair, was ruined she had to find a new one. To her luck, the first floor had a hair salon that wasn't open yet, but it also has no windows. The owner was there sanitizing the instruments when he saw her at the door. 

"I'm sorry, Miss. we're not open yet," he told her. Dana placed a thousand dollars in cash on his counter. "But I suppose I can make an exception."

Dana went big with her hair. The kind of big that says I belong in the mansions of Los Angeles or the villas of Italy.

She wasn't sure why Jarod had never done disguises or used names other than his own. That piece of information was never part of simulations. The only way she was going to get answers or  figure out a way they could help each other was to find him. And she wasn't that desperate. Not yet anyway.

Set nearly twenty years after the "Island of the Haunted" movie.  

Everyone at the Center knows about Jarod while only a handful knew that his name was specifically mentioned in the Center's scrolls as the "chosen one".  The thing is... Jarod wasn't the only one mentioned.  There was another Pretender mentioned who would come down the road.  A girl named Dana.

Like Jarod, she was taken from her family at an early age. But there's a difference between Dana and Jarod's abductions.  Dana had an idedic (photographic) memory.  Though she only remembered what her parents looked like when she was a child. 

They told her she was from Miami, but she distinctly remembers snow on the ground and the air being frigid as it was winter time when she was taken.  A weather condition that's not entirely possible in the southern climate.
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There are Pretenders among us.  Geniuses with the ability to become anyone they want to be.  In nineteen sixty-three, a corporation known as the Center isolated young Pretenders, exploiting their genius for research.  But their Pretender ran away...  While still trying to locate and recapture their Pretender, the Center moved on to another piece of the prophecy, and found another pretender in a young girl named Dana.

"That's not where your home is," Jarod replied.

"What do you mean?"

"They told you that you were from there so that, if you ever got out, you'd go to the wrong city and state.  Makes it easier to capture you."

"That's an interesting theory, Jarod.  There’s just one thing.  They told me I was from Miami, but I’m not. I never had a home.”

Genius Lab.... 
---------------------------------------------------------

Yoongi started compose music. There's a table from a short distance of Yoongi. The table is messed up with 6 empty bottles of juice (not wine) and 5 empty packets of Ramen. Yoongi is feeling bad for scolding Jimin like that. 

"I shouldn't scold him like that. After all he is younger than me. I should take care of him. He doesn't know how much I love them. Because you all are my everything. Abba(dad) doesn't love me. My eomma loves me but can't visit me because of my abba. I'm so alone without you guys and ARMYs."

Yoongi was thinking this. Suddenly sound of "bell" interrupted his thoughts. 

"Who's there?"

"It's me. Jimin"

"Come in."

Jimin came inside. He's head is down in shame. He doesn't want to face Yoongi's face because of shame. After a few moments of silence Jimin spoke up,

"Umm.... Whatcha doing?"

"Composing"

"So....Mmm.... This.... Work is very difficult. Right?"

"No. Not like that."

"I think I am disturbing you. I'm going."

Jimin was about to go but Yoongi stopped him. 

"Won't you forgive your this big brother?"

Jimin's eyes became blurry. Many untold words, pain, is hidden in his heart. Jimin wants to open everything. But his lips aren't opening. Hidden pain, untold words and rush of many emotions are racing to come out. But nothing came out. His fluffy lips are shaking. Jimin ran to Yoongi and hugged him. Yoongi hugged back him.

"I-Im so-sorry Hyung." Jimin shuttered. 

"No! It's my fault." 

"No! Hyung! It's all my fault."

Then they said in unison, 

"No it's ours fault." 

They giggled. Everyone was hiding behind. 

Tae :- No! My Jimin.....*fake cry* (*actually* Cute Couple)

Jinnie :- Oh! Finally their fight stopped. 

Joonie :- Oh god!! This overactive kids!!
(*actually* I'm proud of my boys.)

Hobi :- *click* *click* These pics are marvelous. If I post these in weverse I'll get likes more than others.(*actually* I love you guys.)

Kookie :- One day I will do such cool things like hyungs.

****

Maha and you are gossiping about BTS. 

"You know Yoongi has stepped in 28 years!!!!!!!!!!!!" (You) 

"You are telling me this since March! Now it's November!!"(MAHA)

"I know, actually he always roams in my mind. What can I do?" (you) 

"This is your problem. I don't know anything about it." (Maha) 

You opened weverse in your phone and started reading "Feeds".

"Look what is written here! You don't know korean so I'm telling you in English. 'Books fall from bookshelf because of Tae Hyung's loud sneeze.' Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! " (you) 

"O my! I think he has catch cold. Tae doesn't care himself."(Maha) 

"Like you doesn't care yourself. 😂"(You) 

"Will not you study? Tomorrow is our English test."(Maha) 


"I'm English king not like you."(You) 

Maha became upset. 

"Sorry I was kidding! You are English king too."(You) 

"Excuse me! I'm not gay."(Maha) 

"me either.Wait a sec I'm coming to study. Let me check the news."(You) 

Suddenly a announcement popped up :-

BTS is coming in Bangladesh on 12th December more... 

Big Hit Entertainments

You slowly put the phone on your table. Then you drunk a glass of water. You went beside Maha. You took a deep breath and screamed top of your lungs, 

"BTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Maha's ears aren't in normal state. 
Everyone's eyes are now on room no. 105 👀 

****

Sweeper:- What happened? 

Chef       :- Oh! This? This is two Bts crazy sister's scream. 

****

"What happened? Why you always scream? You know everyone calls us BTS CRAZY SISTERS?)"

"First read the announcement!!! "(You) 

MAHA grabbed your phone 📱 

****

Chef:-You are new here. That's why you doesn't know anything. 

Chef gave a piece of cotton to the Sweeper. 

Chef:- take this.

Sweeper :- Why cotton? 

Chef :- Put this on your ears. After a while another sister will scream. 

They put their cotton on their ears. 

****

MAHA read the announcement. She put down on table. After drinking a glass of water she screamed with her full power:-

"YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!"

You screamed along with her. Everyone is used to it. So they know what will happen and what to do.You and Maha started to dance. In that moment Noufa came running. 

"Listen! A bad news!" Noufa said while huffing. 

"What happened? "

"Ona-Onade is ra-raged by 5 boys! Th-they are very powerful. Nobody daring to save her. Only you guys can save her. Please sa-save her. "

****

Sweeper:-Are THE CRAZY SISTERS very dangerous? 

Chef :- No! Not like..... 

Before chef can finish his statement a loud scream of a girl cut his statement. 

Sweeper:-WTF!!!! The boys are raging a girl. Let's save her. 

Chef:-No!!! They are son of rich people. We can't help her. We are poor. We shouldn't fight with riches. 

Sweeper:-huh!! You have girls in your house too. What if she was your girl? 

Chef didn't answered anything. Because he doesn't know what to say. 

Sweeper laugh in sadness. 

Sweeper:-What can I accept from this country, Where we have give bribe for job. Is no one is here who can help her??? 

                        To be continue.....

I don't know why I gave Sweeper and Chef's POV. I think this is garbage chapter. 😩😩

Please vote and comment. You can give feedback.  It helps  a lot.

Su Qin continued to answer a few more questions from the temple court head before he then took his leave. Before he left, Su Qin nonchalantly asked the temple court head if he had things that he still wished to achieve. He intended to gently remind him of those things. This was because Su Qin could see that the Miscellaneous Court head was nearing the end of his life. 
In the martial arts world, a martial artist's lifespan was longer than most ordinary people but a martial artist who had not yet achieved the level of a Martial Arts Legend or the Luohan status would only be able to live up to 200 years. That was true even of a first-rank grandmaster.
Moreover, 200 years was the highest limit of their lifespan as in reality, most first-rank grandmasters were not able to live up to that age. That was because all martial artists would be sure to incur injuries, whether small or severe. That inadvertently ended up shortening their lifespan.
'People change while the world stays the same…' thought Su Qin somewhat sadly as he walked slowly along the green trails of the Shaolin temple. 
The Miscellaneous Court head was his mentor. If it were not for him, Su Qin might not have been able to enter the Shaolin temple as a disciple. However, 10 years went by and the Miscellaneous Court head was close to the moment of his last breath. 
'It's said that if a martial artist achieves Luohan status or becomes a Martial Arts Legend, they'd achieve eternal youth and their body would return to the state when it was at its peak. When this is attained, they can live up to over 500 years.'
Su Qin suddenly recalled some notes from scripture that he read. In that regard, the Shaolin temple deserved praises. As one of the greatest sects in the martial arts world, a lot of top-secret information about the Jianghu martial arts world could be found in the Shaolin temple. That is especially true regarding the information on the Luohan status.
The Luohan of Buddhist martial arts was equal to the Martial Arts Legend of Jianghu. There was barely any information regarding the Martial Arts Legend and all of it was top-secret. 
'500 years lifespan…' Su Qin admired it as he thought. Even though Su Qin mastered the Impenetrable Armor technique and his physical body was currently maintaining its peak state, he was still in the category of a first-rank grandmaster that could have lived up to 200 years.
That was quite an impressive lifespan. Yet, if 200 years were compared to 500 years, the latter would have been far more superior. 
'To achieve Luohan status…' Su Qin went deep into thought. Even since he attained first-rank, he sensed that the speed of his training advancement had slowed down. 
'It's fine, I can take it slow. After all, I'm only twenty right now and still have 180 years to live. I don't believe that I won't be able to train until I achieve it,' thought Su Qin to himself.
At that moment, he arrived at the Scripture Pavilion. He walked in and silently said, "System, sign-in."
[Congratulations, host! Your sign-in is successful. You have obtained the Peerless Life-Snatcher technique.]
'Peerless Life-Snatcher[1] technique?' Su Qin was elated. Out of all the Shaolin temple's great martial arts techniques, the Peerless Life-Snatcher technique was considered the best killing technique. Once the technique was mastered, a person could wield unparalleled power and be able to kill people using air.
Buzz!
Instantly, a huge amount of knowledge in the Peerless Life-Snatcher technique gushed into Su Qin's consciousness. The Peerless Life-Snatcher technique could not be compared to the amazing Buddha Palm technique. Hence, with the power of a first-rank grandmaster, Su Qin immediately mastered the Peerless Life-Snatcher technique as soon as the system inputted it into his mind.
'Without shape or form, yet it has the power to kill. I wonder what the elder who created this technique thought of,' wondered Su Qin. 
Su Qin smiled as he felt the killing power between the joints of his fingers. All he needed to do was to think about it and he could use the Peerless Life-Snatcher technique to kill a person who was more than thousands of meters away.
All of a sudden, Su Qin's expression froze. 
'Someone has managed to infiltrate the Shaolin temple!'
*****
Right at that moment, a dark shadow secretly arrived outside the Scripture Pavilion. 
"Sect Master's having a Qi Deviation and is struggling to recover from it. It's said that the Shaolin temple's Muscle Strengthening Manual had miraculous properties and can cure almost all injuries! As long as I follow Sect Master's instructions and manage to steal the Muscle Strengthening Manual, I'll receive a huge reward when I'm back!" mumbled the Dark Shadow to himself.
The Shaolin temple was a great martial arts sect but as it weakened in power over the last few decades, that attracted the interest of various powers in Jianghu. It included the Evil Sect that the Dark Shadow was from. 
That particular time, time the Sect Master of the Evil Sect allowed the dark shadow to infiltrate the Shaolin temple not only to try and obtain the Muscle Strengthening Manual to treat his injuries but also to test the Shaolin temple.
'Apart from the Muscle Strengthening Manual, the Seventy-Two Arts of Shaolin are famous across the martial arts world. If I could get a few of them, wouldn't that give me the chance of advancing in rank?'
A glint of greed flashed across the eyes of the dark shadow. With martial arts training, apart from needing to undergo brutal training daily and possessing a natural aptitude for it, a martial artist also relied on sufficient external opportunities to advance.
For the Dark Shadow, that moment there in the Scripture Pavilion was a great opportunity for it. Just as it was about to take a look around the Scripture Pavilion, he suddenly noticed a temple sweeper dressed in a gray monk robe stroll casually toward it. 
"A temple sweeper? Such bad luck that he appeared at this moment!" The dark shadow frowned but all he could do was endure it in silence. He planned to wait until the temple sweeper eft before it sneaked into the Scripture Pavilion.
The dark shadow had a special martial arts skill. When he spun with all its might, he merged with the shadows so well that even a martial artist of the Upper Realms might have missed it if they did not look closely.
That was the reason the Evil Sect Master chose the dark shadow for that mission. It possessed untold potential in stealth skills and outside of those in the Upper Realms, the Dark Shadow was among the top disciples in the sect.
The Dark Shadow waited for over half an hour but discovered that the temple sweeper did not leave. Instead, he started sweeping nearby. 
'This temple sweeper didn't discover me right?' The dark shadow started to grow anxious in his doubt. If it were as he suspected, he could not have spared the temple sweeper. If the temple sweeper blabbed his mouth and gained the attention of the Shaolin temple abbot, that would have ruined his plan to steal the Muscle Strengthening Manual! 
When the Dark Shadow thought about that, he decided to act immediately and prepare to end the temple sweep. Then, he wanted to head to the Scripture Pavilion. Suddenly, he heard a sigh next to his ear. 
"Since this is an important area in the Shaolin temple. You've violated the rules by sneaking in here without authorization!"
"Who's speaking?" The dark shadow only heard the words that rumbled next to his ear. He fell out of its stealth state and looked shocked out of his mind. He never imagined that someone would have been able to force it out of its stealth state with just their voice. 
'What power is this? Third-rank? Second-rank? It might even be…' The Dark Shadow feared to continue his thought.
The other thing that surprised him was at that moment, the temple sweeper dressed in gray robes swept in a distance. He slowly looked up and his gaze landed directly on him.
"So it's you!?" spluttered the Dark Shadow as his expression froze. He stared at the temple sweeper. 
According to the senses of the Dark Shadow, that temple sweeper was an ordinary person. There was no resemblance of Internal Force swirling within him. He was an ordinary person through and through.
A moment ago, the dark shadow would have believed that, but then, he did not agree with his senses at all. How could a normal person have seen through his stealth skill? How could an ordinary person have forced him to appear with just a sentence?
A chill ran down the dark shadow's back, and he was so frightened that he nearly fled right then and there. 
Su Qin felt a little exasperated. If the dark shadow went straight into the Scripture Pavilion, he would have pretended that he did not see that happen. As long as the other party did not destroy the Scripture Pavilion, Su Qin would have minded his own business. 
However, Su Qin did not expect that even though he had no desire to get involved, that dark shadow made up its mind to kill him... 
[1] The technique Peerless Life-Snatcher (无相劫指) is a finger-based martial arts style. However, I have opted not to use a finger in the name of the technique for obvious reasons.



  Su Qin had travelled into the world of martial arts. In this martial arts world, the Mengyuan Dynasty masters rule the world. The descendants of Juyang have taken control over the land and Xiaoli Flying Daggers fill the air in battle. 
  As Su Qin has absolutely no talent or aptitude for martial arts, he becomes a temple sweeper in the Scripture Pavilion of the Shaolin temple. At that moment, the system was activated.
  At the Gold Buddha statue, he obtained the Buddha Palm technique.
  At the Luohan Court, he obtained the Impenetrable Armor technique.
  At the Shaolin temple Rear Mountain area, he obtained the Demon Buddha Armor.
...
  The Shaolin temple was full of treasures that he could obtain by signing at various locations. Su Qin carried the hope of staying within the Shaolin temple forever as he focused on signing into the system and ended up remaining in the Shaolin temple for twenty years.
  After twenty years, a Demon War raged across the world and the Shaolin temple was embroiled within it. The rogues of the Evil sect were now attacking the Shaolin temple. They went on a killing spree, overflowing with terrible power, all the way until they arrived at the Scripture Pavilion where they bumped into Su Qin who was there sweeping the floor. 


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